0200hrs: Begrudgingly my brain allowed life to return to my body – and with great reluctance, I opened the eyes to reveal the copious stomach to be covered in bits and bobs. The Lenigrad book, still on the page I started to read it on last night, nocturnal nibbling indicators (Empty Min-Cheddar biscuit packet, a pen inside of it?) The stomach rumbling.
As I tackled the job of moving my mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner, the apotheosis of this action was finding an iced-sucker stick in a place no one should ever see an iced sucker stick. It didn’t half make me jump as I straightened up to stand. I’ll say no more!
Waking the last two mornings has been a pleasure, not so today. The unwillingness of my senses to communicate and link up with each other to even pretend to form an adequate regulatory bond was scary for a while. The brain told me to go and take the medications, and the body wanted nothing to do with the brain’s commands? Fair enough, this lasted only for a few moments, but suffice to say it made me nervous.
After a wee-wee and wash, I felt things coming together again. Then, when I got the medications out to take with a freshly brewed mug of tea; I realised I only had seven tablets in the day’s box. I was sure there were usually eleven in the morning dosage.
I checked the other pots in the weekly trays. Sure enough, I’d made a right great Whoopsiedangleplop of making this weeks up!
I emptied and started to redo next weeks pots to be on the safe-side, like.
It’s a jolly good job I don’t suffer from any form of Kakorrhaphiophobia, and am by now used to and accept that things will not improve any at my age, and Whoopsiedangleplops, Confusionableitis and Accifauxpas will be part of what life remains. Well, no point in moaning is there?
To the Porcelain Throne, where I waited in vain for the evacuation procedure to begin. All I got was rumbling and grumbling accompanied by the occasional escapage of squeaky sounding but loud, wind.
My EQ suggested to me that today was not going to be good medically or mentally. Oh dear!
I got yesterday’s diary updated, finished and posted off.
Did the WordPress Reading.
Graphics made for the TFZer site.
Took the bin bags to the rubbish chute. Ablutions tended to without any shaving cuts and bleeding from the lower rear quarters.
Out in the drizzle and tool this photograph through the gates of the centre compound where they are building the now block of flats. They are still piling in the concrete underground.
As I plodded along Chestnut Walk, I could see there was a group of tenants already at the bus stop. Marie, Angela, Doreen, Flo, Roy, Snot-bag (I don’t know his name, and have probably got most of the others wrong knowing me, Tsk!) and Bill Three, and we were joined by others later. A few chinwags and the lady from the top home arrived, and she always seems to like having a chat and me listening when we meet. Some of the other tenants do not understand that the woman has mind-problems and tend to ignore her. She is struggling to get her weight up, I gave her a nibble bar. The general mood was a little lighter this morning and cheered me up a bit, but then I didn’t know what was to come later. Hehehe!
The Bestwood bound bus arrived first. Only, I can’t remember her name, kind lady, err.. erm Mo I think, and I got on and had a natter on the way to Arnold. I got off and went into the Sainsbury store. There were no baskets to use, the fish counter had none of the river fish I wanted, and an Arnold Pavement Cyclist nearly ran into a bloke as I left to walk into Arnold Centre to visit the open market, and try Asda for the fish and Stilton Cheese Biscuits.
Another Pavement Cyclist came close to clobbering me en route.
The market only had a few stalls open and nothing I fancied or needed.
I went into the Saver shop to see if they had any Dettol Lavender Disinfectant or Citrus Air-Spray.
They had neither. Not doing very well today with the shopping trip, was I? I pressed on and arrived at the Asda (Walmart) Store.
They didn’t have any river fish either, but I got a fillet of Smoked Basa fish. The lady asked me if I wanted a cooking bag to do it in the oven?
I thanked her, and she put the fish in what looked like a regular brown paper bag. She assures me I could just put it in the oven as it is. I was dubious about this and wondered if I’d heard her right. So, on the way around the shop, I got some battered fish fingers and fishcakes to have and froze the fish I’d bought when I got back home. I’ll ask around and find out if it is safe to use the bag in the oven. They did not have any of the Stilton Cheese biscuits in stock either, and no Dettol.
I checked the time and got to the bus stop with plenty of time, 20 minutes before the electric powered L9 bus was due.
It arrived on time, and I was so glad, cause I knew a visit to the Porcelain Throne was brewing.
Three others and I got on the bus.
The vehicle moved a few yards and came to an abrupt stop – The power on the bus had ran-out!
We were going nowhere and got told to evacuate the bus quickly, just in case there was a problem with the batteries.
This on the left is what happened to one that had battery problems last year. So the driveress today, did right in getting us out sharpish. But nothing happened, other that we all had to find another way of getting to where we were going.
I caught a number 58 bus to town and dropped off in Sherwood. I kept my eye out at each bus stop to see if any of the other tenants were there waiting for the L9. I scribbled a note on an envelope I had in the bag, writing as boldly as I could; “L9 broke down” to show them through the window. But there were no residents at any bus stop.
I got off the bus near the Dentists in Sherwood. Five tenants were waiting for the L9. Roy, Doreen, Mary, Angela and Dot (I’ve no doubt got some of the names wrong) were there. I explained the situation to them and started to walk up the hill and down through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, then down to the flats. Mary caught up with me and walked together nattering away, back to the apartments.
I took the opportunity to shoot her photograph as we passed my beloved Tree Copse. I needed a rest anyway, the hip and knees were terrible, Anne Gyna started off, and I still needed the Porcelain Throne. Hehe!
Mary met another tenant as we entered the foyer and stopped for a chinwag, but I had to continue on to satisfy the WC needs.
Got in, and onto the Throne. A lot of bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
Put the new fish in the freezer and got the meal sorted. Battered cod and fishcake, tinned garden peas, tomatoes sprinkled with balsamic vinegarette, sharp onions and a pickled egg.
Despite being in a bad mood over the bus fiasco, in pain mainly with the teeth, after eating, Hilda Hip and Anne Gyna, I did enjoy it so much. Best one for ages.
Just too tired to do anything at all after putting the dishes in the sink to soak.
The phone rang, but I ignored it.
I soon fell asleep. Missing the evening Health Checks and medications. Huh!
0120hrs: Woke with a jump, start and rude awakening. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and onto the computer to do up a graphic and added it to yesterday’s diary.
Things in the ailments department were so good this morning. I had no bother with the new wrist pains, Hernia Harry, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Haemorrhoid Harold, Hippy Hilda, Dizzy Dennis and Reflux Valve Roger were all kind to me. Only Anne Gyna and Toothache Timothy were giving me a bit of hassle, pain-wise.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, a decent session this time, and minimal bleeding from Harold, even the rear-end stinging was far less than of recent.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Things looked okay, apart from the weight I’m afraid.
That seems determined to go up daily lately, Tsk!
The pulse has gone down this week up to now. If that is good or bad, I’m not sure, okay I think? I’ll check on the web later.
After I’d taken the medications, I realised how early it was in the day. Humph!
I got the Tuesday dairy done and posted, then went onto WordPress Reading and Email checking.
Oh, just noticed the reminder note on the TV screen.
Morrison delivery this morning, 0730>0830hrs. Also, the pink note that Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana had kindly supplied me with, to prompt me about the man (Ryan) from the Nottingham City Homes calling next Tuesday afternoon to talk to me about getting a fire-alarm Strobe fitted in the flat. Bless her cotton socks!
I halved some of the bitter-tasting Lidl tomatoes and put them in a dish to marinade in Balsamic Vinegar, in the hope that this will make them eatable by the time I get around to serving them with the smoked fish later on.
Got around to updating this post to here.
I opened the kitchen window to take this photograph.
There was a lot of traffic about considering that it is only 0535hrs.
No signs of any rain, the winds were not too high yet.
But it was very cold out there…
That’s that then, I’ve got the tune in my head now. I’ll be humming and singing it for the day, at least!
I put away all of the paperwork that had gathered and accrued again. All looking neat now in my folders.
Did you notice that my savings account balance at the bank has now gone up to £2.89? Tsk!
Did some more work on preparing top graphics for the coming day’s diaries.
Caught up with Emails again.
Well, I was going to, but the intercom rang out as the Morrison delivery man arrived.
He dolloped the six bags inside the door, collected the used carrier bags and was off like a shot. Well, the lad was running to a tight schedule and only just made it to me on time. Wished him good luck and got on with sorting the groceries out.
Put the cupboard stuff on the counter, the frige and freezer stuff on the window ledge and set about getting them all away.
There was not so much stuff delivered today.
But they till filled the fridge and as for the freezer, I’d definitley overdone it again.
Ended up having to take some stuff out of their boxes and put them inside loose to get them to fit into the drawers. Tsk!
The fresh smoked haddock was smaller, less weight (Unlike me, hehehe!) than last weeks, but still cost the same.
The frozen fish was on offer, this I assume iswhy I bought it when I didn’t really need it, if you see what I mean, like?
Back to the Emails and responded to some comments on WordPress.
Made a mug of tea and updated this diary. The tea went cold and I went to make another one – I was so glad I did, I’d made a Whoopsiedangleplop and left the fridge door open.
I bent down to check on the food in the drawers and…
I had a Dennis Dizzy just as I went down, toppled over and banged Hilda Hippy against the radiator! This has done me no good or favours.
Heck of job getting back up again.
To make things worse, when I got back to the computer, the Virgin Internet Connection was sticking! Turned every thing off and rebooted.
I was now in such pain, Odd Knob upstairs started banging and drilling away again.
Got the meal ready, it looked super but in fact, it was not good at all.
I’d cooked the chips too hard for me to eat without agony from the teeth.
The tomatoes were so bad that after trying the first one I didn’t eat any more of them. The fish tasteless, only the fish sauce encouraged me to eat it.
The garden peas were nice, though.
Health Checks medications taken.
The head spinning a bit still, and Hippy Hilda was active in her stabbing at me. Hehe!
A sad figure, I washed up and got down to watch some TV. Nowt on, so I watched a DVD I’d been meaning to get to viewing for ages now.
Most dissapointed, it was not like I remembered it to be. And, I did not fall asleep once watching it!
Put the TV on and even stayed awake watching the rubbish. The teeth and Hilda Hips were niggling at me for hours and hours.
I gave up any thoughts of even napping. Got up at 0145hrs, took an extra painkiller and did the laundry.
0105hrs: Gave up trying to get to sleep. The high winds in the flats were just too noisy. A bit nerve-racking too. With the windows rattling, gales blowing in through every crevis and what the poor tree copse will look like when I get out, I don’t know.
The electric-like pains in the right wrist have now been joined with by the same in the left wrist. Tsk!
I did the Health Checks and medications taken. Made a mug of tea.
Before I could drink the tea, I needed to attend the Porcelain Throne. A decent evacuation session this one, little bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and no struggling to evacuate, not compared to the last two days anyway. Haha!
The winds were still powerful as I took this photo from the kitchen window. But they did calm down hours later.
0115hrs: I made a start on the computer and eventually got yesterdays chronicle of woe finished and sent off.
0400hrs: Made a start on this one. As I did so, I realised I could not hear the winds howling? I returned to open the window and have a look down outside.
It looked like the residents had parked up all nice and neatly, no blocked in vehicles either!
The winds seemed to be abating, although they did blow over the kitchen towels when I opened the window frame, so still strongish.
I’d forgotten this needed doing, so I checked the paperwork from the Audio Clinic.
Added appointment dates to both diaries.
Had a look at the instruction leaflet given to me by the attractive, cuddly, desirable and highly appealing young twinkling-eyed, thick thighed, loin-girding Lady Audiologist yesterday. Where’re my tablets?
It seems there are a few options that are not available. But I could have applied for them to be added and paid for them.
I did some WordPress Reading next.
Checked the Email, then I went on Facebook to get things sorted, so I am not late in getting ready for the blood test.
We can’t say we haven’t been warned about the wind, can we?
The ablutions done, gathered the nibbles for the nurses and set off.
Got as far as in the lift, and realised I had not got the hearing aids on. Back to collect them. This time out, it was painful to hear the noise of the wind blasting through the lift shafts, the cladding, vents and every possible opening or cracks within the structure of the building!
In the lift, the Alien Blob had transformed itself; I thought I could see something moving in the gel as it spread out?
Perhaps not.
Got out of the elevator and round through the doorway into the lobby.
It was clear that the wind overnight had been blowing in the Autumnal leaves at a fair rate. More hassle for the caretaker to sort out.
Plodded onto the end of Chestnut Walk and right down Winchester Street.
Once I got down the hill a bit on the walk to the surgery, the wind was far less bothersome.
The wind seemed to be getting less severe as I hobbled along. Although, signs of tree damage and other sorts of wind caused mayhem was noticed en route to the Sherringham Park Surgery in Carrington.
Some poor devil had thrown away his or her ‘turned inside-out’ umbrella, or it had blown away from them and landed on this lamp post in the picture.
Poor devil.
Up to the top of the hill, and a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came by me a little close for my liking.
Over the crest and down into Carrington.
Where the traffic had built up, and the faces of the drivers indicated there frustrations and annoyance.
Down into the surgery.
Logged me in with the Obergefrieteress receptionist and got the crossword book out and had a go at it.
Oberfurheress Nurse Anne came out and ordered me to the treatment room. So I went into the treatment room. So sad that I didn’t get to talk to Nurse Nichole.
Blood was taken, I gave her the nibbles and departed. Hoping that they would let me have the IRN level reading result and an appointment for when needed by the DVT clinic. I should have reminded them, but my spirits were low.
I walked down into Carrington and called into the newspaper shop and got a TV magazine. Heaven knows why, because I never fail to fall asleep when I put the TV on anyway. Tsk!
I went into the Aldi no, Lidl Store. Came out with a packet of soft biscuits, a tin of garden peas, Battered Haddock, milk and some Cherry Vine tomatoes.
Caught the bus to Sherwood and went into the Wilko store. I inquired of the lady on the checkout whether they will ever stock the Dettol Lavender Antiseptic Disinfectant again. “No” was the reply. I got some first-aid bits in to replace the ones I cannot find in the flat. (I expect I will see them now!) Lint, plasters, Magnesium, Bandage and crepe bandages and wash-proof tape. Oh, and some Citrus air-spray.
Then up to the bus stop. Welsh Bill was there waiting. His operation is on the 23rd October, and the lad is longing for it to get done, and he can get off of the Morphine, bless him.
When I got in the apartment, the feet were aching, Anne Gyna was playing up, an I’d had a Nottingham City Homes two-sided letter delivered.
As I was cleaning the kitchen carpet thanks to my having dropped a bottle of Wine Vinegar on it (I know, what a clot!), Obergruppenhureress Warden Deana rang the bell. I welcomed her in, and she told me she had arranged for someone from Nottingham City Homes (Ryan) to call and see me on the afternoon of Tuesday 24th October about my needing a strobe alarm linked to the fire alarm. That was kind of her. Shows her benevolent approachable nature at its loveable best.
I got the computer back on to update this rubbish.
Got the oven warming to cook the fish later. The potatoes in the crock pot were ready to be mixed with some cheese, so I did so prepared to go in with the fish then. I tried one of the tomatoes I’d bought from Lidl. Foul, and bitter it was. So, I cut some up and marinated them with dark Soy sauce. Added some fish sauce to the garden peas. The potatoes had already been cooked in Wine Vinegar. I hope all this comes out right, Hehe!
The horrid tomatoes. I’d soaked them in balsamic vinegar for hours, and this made them just about bearable to eat.
Why I didn’t hcook and eat the smoked Basi fish fillets is a bit of a mystery to me, I know I meant to have them, cause they have only two days sell-by-date left on them?
It was getting late now and as usual my strength and concentration had weakened and complete enervation had taken a hold over me.
Washed the pots, managed to stay awake long enough to get the medications taken, Health Checks done and wash the pots up.
I turned on the TV and settled down to try and watch something or othere, drifted off almost immediately into a dream filled sleep.
I was back in the underground tunnels again. Even in the nightmare, I thought how lucky I was to recall a dream after such a long time? And, what an odd dream it was, even for me.
Ghostly looking women ketp appearing before me and beckoned me unto them, as I willingly approached each one in turn, they would dissapear and reappear further in the distance down the tunnel?
I had the sense that my eyes were a camera, and occasionally saw my own feet come into view as I made my way along the shaft in pursuit of the ladies, feeling a need to talk to them, but failed to get near enough?
Around 0100hrs I woke with a start, scribbled notes to use here later and drew a rough sketch of the tunnel in the nightmare.
0120hrs: I decided to get up and update this diary straight away while it was fresh in my muddled brain. A need for the porcelain Throne diverted me to the wet room.
Woke with a start at 0210hrs. Some mild pandiculation and the brain eventually engaged with the body. The innards were beginning to bubble and brew, signs of later happenings in the wet-room indicated.
As I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner the reminder note on the mini-pad, I’d written last night, fell to the floor.
I’m glad it did, else I may well have forgotten about the Audio Clinic Appointment at 1130hrs this morning.
I opened the curtains and waved at myself in the reflection. This too was good – now I know I am alive. Hehehe! Wandered into the kitchen and did the Health Checks, made a mug of tea and took the medications. Then, a rarity for me, I felt a little hungry. Had a Pot-Noodle.
Opened the window and had a look down at the residents parking spaces. I hope the red car on the left doesn’t need to get out first today?
The wind had died down, and it didn’t appear too cold. I noticed later on the web that rain and showers were expected for Nottingham.
Bet I get a soaking when I get out and about in a while. Huh!
Got yesterdays diary done, then got another two graphicalisations done for the TFZer site, on CorelDraw.
The top one is for Mary, and the lower one is for Joyce.
I slipped myself into the Mary one, and Meritt, Thomas and me in the other one for Joyce.
Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived a little urgently as I was making another brew of tea.
I read a few pages of the Lenigrad book as I painfully waited for the evacuation to begin. The blood flowed freely from Harold’s internal Haemorrhoids. This got me thinking about the dentist. On Tuesday I have to go for the INR Warfarin Blood Test, wait for the results and if they are in range, then go to the dentist and beg for another appointment to get the teeth sorted out. The problems with this are: 1) If the field is too low or high I’ll have to start the whole procedure over again, if in range. 2) Will the Dentist be able to fit me in? Because they will not do any work on me later than 48 hours after the last Deep Vein Thrombosis test! 3) I’m fed-up and depressed. Six weeks now I’ve been trying to get the teeth done. They are getting more and more painful the longer it goes on. No wonder I get confused so easily is it? Poor old thing. Hehe!
Looked at the Chronological needs for the morning, as on the note I wrote. Ablutions 0920hrs, catch bus 1030hrs to town, the appointment at clinic 1130hrs.
So, I did the weeks total for the Health Checks.
Then started on some more work on the next TFZer graphic.
A different one this time. It was for TFZ’s beloved Head-Honcho Sandie, with Clint Eastwood joining her for a picnic with an old American Car advert and plenty of nibbles added for them to have too. Oh, and me sweeping up the Autumn leavesHehe!
No rain as I had expected, just mist and the winds getting ever, so l sightly up a bit.
Carried out the ablutions and made sure the paperwork, record book etc. for the Audio Centre were all in the bag.
Set off to the bus stop. Plenty of folks to talk to there, but only one interested. The lady from the High-Care Home at the end of the road. She was worried about her weight going down, and she may lose her free holiday to Greece and Africa if she has no gained sufficient to please her medical assessors. Did my best to listen and respond in a fashion to try and give her encouragement, bless her. The others seemed a little reluctant to get into any a laughs or chinwags this morning. They each have their own worries, it is essential for me to remember this, and keep on doing my bit of cheering them up.
I got on the bus and got the crossword book out. When we got onto Carlton Road en route to town, it dawned on me that the seat next to me was free, unoccupied, and yet people were still standing? Did my confidence no favours, you know. I wondered if the Citrus Body Spray I use, wasn’t making it? Hehe!
Arrived in town. The sunshine that had come up was not fooling the Nottinghamian Shoplifters… sorry! Citizens, at all. Most had their winter woollies and coats on. Good idea, sage move too!
I legged it down into the City Centre Slab Square.
Where a multitude of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists was belting about between the pedestrians, but on this occasion, they did not threaten me and kept their distances from yours-truly. Thankfully.
I took the shortest route with the least steep hills to walk up to the Audio Centre. Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna (Bad now) and twinging stabbing Arthur Itis, ensured that the trip was a painful one.
I hobbled slowly so as not to get Anne Gyna upset any more than she was.
Arriving near the Centre at the top of the steepest bit of hill, I had to stop and put the bag down for a few moments to regain my composure before going into the grand old building. My hands and fingers were well blotched-up?
As I entered and took my place in the queue at the receptions desk, I spotted the time on the wall clock. I had arrived in good time and had about 25 minutes to spare. The very kind lady at the desk patiently took my details and asked, yes asked me to take a seat. Got the crossword book out and was shortly summoned by a luscious plump young lady audiologist, and led through a maze of corridors to her treatment room. Her thick-thighs in her short tight dress deflected my attention from her words for a while, as she sat there next to me, explaining the procedure and asking questions.
If I had been younger by 50 years or so, things would undoubtedly have throbbed. Gorgeous Audiologist!
She took me through the set-up on the machine in front of me. She nipped out during the testing and setting up to get something, and I sneaked out the camera to take this shot of the whatever it is a machine I had to sit in front of and not move.
Her IT system stopped her doing some part of the test, and she said I’d have to make an appointment for another visit so this part of the test could be completed later. The cards on the back wall in the photo gave prices for the replacement of anything lost or damaged. I’m afraid I didn’t pick-up on everything explained to me because she kept moving her luscious thighs in her tight skirt and pulling it down. Ahem!
She was very patient with me, though. She set-up the pieces so they could both have volume control, which would work by on both ears from using either control-button. Then she set-up the Loop system.
She got me to sign a form Accepting that the hearing aids are the property of Nottingham University Hospital NHS Trust, and I accept that in the event of my damaging or losing the same, I’d pay £2000 for each replacement needed.
I explained about my memory and losing things problems and asked if I could hang onto the old hearing aids, just in case I misplaced the new ones. Initially a blank “No, that can’t be done!” answer was received. After a little more begging, creeping and pestering, the gal conceded and said: “Oh, I shouldn’t, but, alright then!” This cheered me up more than she could have known. Bless and thank her.
She even came with me back to the reception area and asked the lady to set up an appointment for the amendments needed. Monday 20th November 2017 @ 1130hrs.
Off out of the building, still no rain arrived and the promised high winds again absent. (I’m not complaining, though).
I hobbled down the hill, Anne Gyna now calmed again, although Hippy Hilda was not in a good mood.
I took this photographicalisation of the top of Angel Row.
It amazes me how these posh restaurants make it pay. Every time I pass by, the Al-Fresco seats are empty of customers, whatever the weather is like at the time.
Along Upper Parliament Street, more closed-down businesses to be seen.
So sad, and even worrying somewhat, for the future of Nottingham City Centre.
I was fortunate in the timing when I arrived at the bus stop on Queen Street. Ten minutes before the bus was due. It came twenty minutes later.
On the route back, in Mapperley Tops area, I took this effort from the inside the bus. Not a good picture at all, I know. But it looked a little different, so I put it in the diary.
By the short time, it took to get to the flats and off of the bus, it had gone ominously dark.
Entering the apartment, it looked a little eerie in the hallway. Well, I call it a hall, as you can see, it is somewhat higgledy-piggledy and small, but it’s home. Hehe!
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on.
Did the Health Checks, took the medications and made a mug of Thompson’s tasty tea.
Took it into the main room.
The darkness so early in the day, convinced me that rain must have been on the way.
But, none arrived?
Puzzled by this I was. Then again, a lot of things baffle me. Haha!
I sat down and got the paperwork looked at that I’d brought home with me.
I placed them near the computer to be sorted and added to the Google Diary and written one in the morning.then
I felt complete and utterly drained and weary now.
I looked out of the window and noticed how fast the clouds were going across the horizon and took a photo. Minutes later, I made another one. In those few minutes, the smaller clouds had gone altogether, and the hew had changed entirely.
I opened the window to take another picture down below, and boy did the wind shoot in! My Patti Beckert paintings blew off of the fridge, kitchen towels flew across the room, the foil trays scattered around… I hastily shut the window. Boy, was it blowing! And yet all the time I was out and about the winds were light today?
I retrieved Patti’s paintings first. They were the most valuable of all the things blown over to me. Luckily, they were unharmed.
Got the meal cooking, not that it needed much in the way of preparation today.
Because I’d had the Pot-Noodle of brekkies, I consciously made less to eat tonight.
Very tasty all the same. That tiny bit of smoked haddock was nibbled in small pieces to make it last longer and seem more substantial. Haha!
Scrawled a sign to remind me of the INR Warfarin Blood Test in the morning and put it on the computer screen, then I got the TV turned on.
The noise from the winds was getting more and more persistent and louder all the night.
I have to admit to getting a little concerned about it.
Looked out of the window and the old trees were swaying about something awful.
Watching the TV became impossible again, as usual, cause the nodding-offs and waking sequence started again.
The winds stopped me getting to sleep at all, so loud they are!
Woke up with painful pandiculations and convinced it was late morning, around 0600hrs and thought to myself, ‘Well I needed that rest’.
The limbs ached a bit as I unhitched my body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner and went to take the medications, rub Phorpain Gel into the joints and make a cup of tea.
As I looked out of the window, it dawned on me there were more lights from traffic, especially blue emergency flashing lights all along Mansfield Road than usual. Saw the clock and it was only 0012hrs!
Early-bird this morning wasn’t I? Tsk!
Took the photos above and nipped to the Porcelain Throne. No movement, 0nly wind again.
Back to the computer and finished off yesterday’s chronicle of Woe. Began this one.
Did some WordPressing.
Checked the Emails.
Did some Facebooking.
Made a start on the graphics for the upcoming Diaries, on CorelDraw. Cost me a good few hours this did. But nice to get in front for a change.
Took a break and made a mug of tea. Taking this photograph out of the window. The winds were still a bit high.
Had a wee-wee.
Got the potatoes in the Crock-Pot seasoned with the Polish herbs and added some White Wine Vinegar.
Back to graphicalisationing.
The TFZer one took a few more hours, but I got it nearly just about right now. I’ll post it off and then get the ablutions done ready for my trip out to get some smoked fish.
Ablutions were done, and down in lift number one, checked out the Wachilino Alien Blob and down to the bus stop.
Dropped the sweet & sour meal off on the foyer table en route.
I was first one at the bus stop and sat down on the bench, a rarity for me, but Arthur Itis was playing up already. A large ganglet of residents joined me, and when the bus arrived, by the time I’d got myself up, they had all got onto the bus before me. Hehe! Had a go at the old crossword book en route.
Dropped off the bus early and walked up Glasshouse Street to the Aldi Store on Huntingdon Street.
Bought garden peas, wine vinegar, balsamic vinegar and some smoked Basa fillets.
While at the checkout, a sudden vicious pain shot through the right wrist. IT felt bone related as opposed to muscle. Nasty!
Hobble into Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) and perused the HMV DVD store. Plenty in I fancied but did not weaken and spend anything.
Then out of there and into the Tesco Store. Got vine tomatoes, milk and distilled vinegar.
Out of the centre and poddled along Milton Street towards the infamous and always busy Clinton Street.
As I walked, it seemed that everyone was in a better mood than of late.
Approached by alcoholic beggars, Muslim converters, Big Issue sellers and Jehova Witnesses, calling themselves something different nowadays.
Arriving at Milton Street, I was surprised by the lack of people using it?
I put the now hefty bag down to take a break, and another of the mystery wrist-electric-shock-like pain in the right wrist arrived. I really must see the doctor about this. It is incapacitating and dangerous if I have something in my hand at the time. Ah-well!
I hobbled down into the slab square, and there were many folks showing interest at the overpriced food and novelty stores there.
Exchange Walk on my way down to the M&S Foodhall, was a risky route to take for anyone with walking difficulties, so many shoplifters… I mean citizens packed together. At the bottom of the hill was a chap doing a puppet come muppet show, with packed crowds all around him to watch and listen to the chronically loud thumping music he was using. Too risky for me to wade in through that mob to get a photo, though.
I arrived at the store and bought some Frittes, all Butter Raspberry Cream Biscuits (Expensive but they looked so delicious) and Potato Rostis.
Paid up and out into a crowded street. Where I was again approached, this time by canvassers or poll takers. I declined their offers of going into an office and filling in some form or other about my shopping today, that will only take 10-15 minutes, and they would give me £3 for my efforts. Mind you, they had plenty of willing Nottinghamians to pick from.
Back up Exchange Walk, through the Slab Square and up Queen Street to catch the L9 bus.
When I took this photograohicalisation o the right here, the chap in the waistcoat didn’t half try his best to nip out of the shot giving me look of distrust and a clear indication that he had taken umbrage at my actions.
When I got to the bus stop and released the bag from my grip, it took a while for the blood to return to the fingers and a tingling sensation of moving blood was clearing sensed.
En route back to the flats, three other tenants got on the bus, and all three ignored my greetings as they passed by to get to a seat.
I got in put the things I’d bought away.
A word of warning about the M&S biscuits by the way – I tried one when I put the others in the tub; There are only six biscuits in the box, and they taste horrible to me. Eurgh! Sickly sweet with a pong that reminded me of the clothes freshener crystals! If you have a sugar addiction, they’ll be fine for you, though.
Health Checks done and medications taken.
Super nosh tonight.
Small beef pie, potatoes, garden peas with plenty of caramelised gravy to soften them up so I could masticate them without too much bother to the teeth.
0125hrs: Sprang awake, expergefacient with a jump, shudder and confusion, knowing that something in a dream had made me do this. By the time I had reached for the pencil and pad, the memories had departed my brain-box. I hate that!
I think the nocturnal nibbling had returned overnight. An empty Stilton cheese biscuit bag and a suspicious looking couple of sweets were resting precariously in the folds of my overweight bulbous wobbly belly! Oh, and a banana skin on the Ottoman. Guilty?
I removed them and fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner and gingerly made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Where the evacuation went very well. Haemorrhoid Harold was hardly bleeding at all, Little Inchy tender, but no bleeding either, and I noticed en route to the wet room, that Hilda Hips was not playing up! Good signs here, I decided I could now leave off the protection pants when I change after the ablutions later.
Even the burn on the hand was not giving any pain or soreness. With all these positives this morning, I began to think that maybe I was still asleep and dreaming? Hehe!
But I was impuissant to stop Anne Gyna as she tried to make up for all the other ailments that were giving me a break. But, I’m not complaining.
Into the kitchen and took the medications, did the Health Checks and looked out of the window, the early morning sky to the right, had some fantastic colours in the darkness. I made my way to get the camera and into the front room to go out on the balcony to get a photo of the colours… Boing! I’d forgot about the lock being removed from the balcony door yesterday.
So, I went back and hung myself… Wait for it! Out of the window to take this photo on the left. Not a good quality one, but the content context (Is that the right word?) I found very pleasing.
Got the computer going and finished the diary for yesterday and got it posted off.
Then, to the wet room to titivate up shave, teggies (Not easy cleaning around the painful ones) etc. Taking care not to make any noise this early in the day, didn’t want to bother the neighbours.
I’ve had an odd feeling all morning, and suddenly realised what it might be: Apart from the lack of so many ailments hassling me, I thought I might be dead. Hehehe! See picture. Mind you; the light is very bright in the wet room.
When I went in to do the ablutions and was my skin pale again or what? Still, being as I felt alright it didn’t matter to me much.
All done, I dressed and got the nibble-box and raffle prizes ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour into the bag ready.
I’ve ordered some flowers for Jenny in the Morrison order. She does a lot of work helping others and many of the tenants I hear, only want to moan and take the wee? So this will show Jenny that I appreciate her work for us.
Started this diary going.
Making another small mug of tea, I noticed as the light came out in the sky, that there were many contrails across the vista. Thought I’d take a picture of them, set the camera to ‘Through Glass’ setting.
Look how it came out here on the left. Hehe! The what seemed like a Flying Saucer had appeared and looked so real and lifelike. It was in reality, a reflection of the light fitting on the kitchen wall. I’ll try to think of something humorous to put on it when I post it to the TFZer site. Ah, I’ve thought of something. If I can get an updated photo of the Alien Blob in lift one and use it along with this one? Hehehe!
Had a go at Facebooking, keeping my fingers crossed that it does not start freezing and blocking comments on me again. After a while, it slowed to stop. Phwert!
The Morrison lady arrived with the groceries. Nice gal.
Moved the carrier bags into the kitchen, and there were plenty of them today. I got the stuff put away. I took a picture of the flowers, Roses and Carnations in their box that I’d got for Jenny. Hope she likes them.
I now have plenty of bleach, washing-up liquids and mineral water in stock. I got extra in, just in case the GUM or Hilda Hippy treatments came up earlier than planned. Save hassle if I don’t feel up to scratch after them, like,
I put the box near the door, so I did not forget to take it with me.
Obergruppenfurheress Deana arrived about 0915hrs, to do the updating of the details of my records. Before we started, I asked her if would take the flowers to Jenny for me, and she readily agreed, bless her.
We got on with the Q & A session, managing a few chinwags and incoming phone calls to her in between.
All done and sorted, we departed together, Deana got side-tracked and I carried on to the Tenants Social Hour meeting Although there were only 38 minutes of it was left by now).
I met Ernie en route and gave him the pickled herrings, he was very pleased and this, in turn, cheered me up.
Within minutes of my arrival, Deana caught up with us and quietly handed Jenny the box. Bj was there, and about 15 others in total. Jenny asked me if I wanted a small cup of tea with only a little milk (She remembered!) and I thanked her and sat down next to BJ and Bill (William on Sundays). We had a decent natter come chinwag. Handed out the nibbles.
The general ambience seemed a little low-key and subdued as I read it. Not miserable or gloomy, mind. I hope this comes over luculently.
As I hobbled around, it seemed a little strained despite the laughter?
There was no acuity present as I pondered and debated with myself whether I should go up to Aldi on the 1130hrs bus or not? Said my goodbyes to the few left in the meeting and meandered back to the flat. I decided not to go to Aldi’s store, as fatigue was already seeping into my psyche, and Hippy Hilda started to ache and twinge a bit more.
I got lift one up to the twelfth floor and took the opportunity to photographicalise and update of the ‘Watchileno’ Blob on the floor of the elevator.
I later created this graphic for use on the TFZ site, but I will doctor it with something funny first I think.
Well, a bit of fun might cheer us all up a little bit. Or not of course.
The ‘Herbert’ upstairs started knock-knocking and tapping away.
Started to update this diary.
Stopped to sort the meal out. Had some potatoes already cooking in the crock-pot. Put some peas, franks and light soy sauce in a pan and decided to risk some chips today. So I got the oven warming then back to the computer and did next weeks Morrison order. I delayed this when the DVT result arrived through the letterbox.
The surgery, who I had to ask for the current level, had informed me my status was level was 4.6 was – the DVT record card showed it as 1.5!!!
I’m thinking of trying to change doctors now. That will not be easy trying to convince a new doctor to take on all my ailments. Oh, dear!
Back to the Morrison order.
I got the chips into the oven.
After much shuffling and indecision, I settled for some franks, lemon flavoured cooked beetroot, two potatoes halved and dabbed with Vegemite, garden peas with light soy sauce, halved mini tomatoes with White Wine Vinegar and soft-cooked thin fries. Although I had some trouble with catching the teeth, this meal went down very tastily.
While masticating away carefully, I remembered about the dentist tomorrow, 0945hrs. I scribbled a reminder and stuck it on the mini waste bin near the recliner.
Washed the pots up.
Health Checks completed and medications taken.
So tired and weary now. Got goggle-box on and perused the screening schedule on the TV magazine… now here’s a thing; Why do I bother? It is an inevitable fact that I’m only going to fall asleep with the TV on, headphones my head so I can’t hear any telephones, alarms, doorbell tunes or whatever! I even had a look at tomorrow’s page. Hehe!
I lay with the minds and stomach rumbling away, then got a feeling that I’d left the tap running. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to investigate. I’d not got any taps running, but I had left the oven on. Lovely and warm in the kitchen now. While up I checked the wet room to see if I’d taps on, heater on etc. All was safe.
Back to the recliner and it was refusing to work again. I climbed onto it and knocked off the rube of pain-gal I keep there in case of need. Clambered out again and stood on the flipping tube! Still, I can rest easy now, knowing that the carpet will not be in any pain for a bit! Tsk!
0130hrs: I awoke with an appetency to sort out exactly what needed doing and arrange things into some sort of logical understanding. I was confused about events with so much happening at the same time. Felt I needed an agenda or timetable of some sort. But so many of the missions, appointments etc. I relied on the outcome of other decisions and issues. I’m losing myself here.
I think that today, Morrison delivery due twixt 0700 > 0800hrs. The builders are calling to do the balcony secure and lock removal, between 0900 > 1100hrs. I have to call the doctors to get the INR level result, being as after promising to let me have them and only sending the new Warfarin doses, I’ll need the figure so I can go to the dentist and let them know if I will be attending the Friday appointment or not. So, I must get what I can do on the diaries and Facebooking before 0600hrs when I will need to get the ablutions done, no showering though, because of the noise this early. Oh, must check on the supply of protection pants as well. At this stage the brain sort of went on strike.
I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and waited for the brain to catch me up. Got the Health Checks done and the medications taken.
Had a wee-wee then got the computer going to take a look at the diaries and collate them with each other and pondered on today’s tasks.
I can’t remember if I ordered any spuds on the Morrison order, so might have to try to get out later for some. I’m stuck indoors until the lady and or workmen come to seal the balcony door. One good thing about it, I won’t have to clean the windows outside will I? Haha!
Started on Facebooking. But had to keep turning it off and on cause it kept freezing. Phwert!
Emails and WordPress reading were done next.
0330hrs: Thought I could hear the fire alarm, so I opened the door after testing the handle with the back of my hand for any heat on it, and there was none. I popped into elevator number one to check on the condition of ‘Watchileno’ the Alien Blob on the floor of the lift. Came back in and made this graphic about it. Hehehe!
Finished the Diary for yesterday, and started on this one.
0600hrs: Tended to the stand-up ablutionalisationing session. Can’t use the shower this early, so stood in a bowl of warm water with antiseptic disinfectant and washing-up liquid to soak the feet while I had a shave and did my teeth (carefully) at the sink. There were no signs yet of any Porcelain Throne usage requirements?
0700hrs: All ready for the Morrison, delivery man. Made a mug of tea, and the milk had gone sour. Still two days life according to the label? Good job I have some coming with the fodder order. I think?
0740hrs: Started preparing graphics for the next few days diary headers.
What a plonker I am… found it is Thursday, not today when the Morrison order is due! I do feel a fool!
No one arrived about the balcony yet?
Back to the CorelDraw. Managed to get some made up ready.
Hours later, I got the fodder prepared early than usual. Smoked Haddock, surimi sticks, garden peas and tomatoes halves with balsamic vinegar.
Listening to the radio on the headphones and I’d just finished eating this feast and enjoying it so much – and a two-bodies appeared through the doorway. Scared me half-to-death!
It was Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana and the Builders representative lady. They had rung the bell and called out, found the door open and entered when they got no reply due to using the headphones.
The blood pressure lowered itself. I threw away the remainder of the meal and washed the dishes, while they explained they had come to sort out the balcony door securing and lock removal. I mentioned that they told me yesterday, that this was to be done between 0900hrs and 1100hrs, and it was now well into the afternoon. They laughed. The lovely Build Lady took me into the bedroom and explained all the things I needed to do in preparation for the windows in there to be done. A lot of moving stuff and covering of others. The ladyess could see I was incapable of carrying out the required arrangements and said she would try to get me some help, via Jenny. Between the three of us, I managed to get myself all confused. Hehe!
A bloke arrived while we were talking and had ‘done’ the lock in the balcony door in a few minutes and was off.
No more photographicalisationing from me on the balcony anymore. Sob!
Deana did a battery-check on the wrist alarm while he was here. A few laughs were generated.
I actually felt a bit sorry when they had to leave. Oh, I got rid of the expensive American instant potatoes that I am not keen on, gave them away.
They were both impressed with Koala Katie who I had placed over a bottle of Balsamic vinegar to show her off.
Thanks again Marie from Aussieland.
I was really drained by now. Did the medications and Health Checks and as Dizzy Dennis gave me a visit, I settled to watch the TV.
Bit of a blur as I kept nodding and waking as is the norm.
0040hrs: After a lousy few hours waking and nodding off, I eventually found the will-power to extract myself from the £300 second-hand recliner and trundle to the Porcelain Throne. Where things in the lower regions seemed to have altered yet again – back to the winds emitting without solids, innards churning and my sneezing regularly once more. My toothache was far worse than of late, this I put down to the substantially rocklike nature of the batter on last nights fish fingers in the meal
I assembled the washing and accoutrements in the bag, and poddled down in the lift and got the washing machine going.
0106hrs: To the apartment and got the medications taken and the new doses pots for next week sorted.
0135hrs: Down again to the laundry and moved the clothing from the washer into the dryer.
I popped out through the foyer doors to take a look around outside. No signs of the predicted meteor shower as far as I could see, anyway.
I noticed that the bottle recycling bin that was emptied on Thursday was overfilled again. Every one of the glass containers was of alcoholic related liquids. Seems we must have an above average number of Three sheets to the wind artists and well-lubricated old boozers in our block then? I’m jealous that they can afford to.
0150hrs: When I got to the lifts to go back up, number one was on the 3rd floor, number two on the 6th floor. I pressed the call button, and number one went up to the 8th floor, number two up to the 11th floor? Then elevator one came down to the ground floor – how this can occur, I can’t comprehend, understand or know. Tsk!
Getting into the lift, I examined the still there on the floor after three weeks, ‘Wachileno’ amoeboid (Alien Blob).
The worm-like birth in the centre has moved, and it looks like a new growth is taking place. See the fresh light brown patch above left of the original whatever platyhelminth like creature it is? I wonder which planet the Alieness that laid this came from? Hahaha!
0233hrs: Back to the laundry room.
I took some cleaners with me so I could titivate the mess left on top of the first washer.
Then I took the cleaned washing out of the dryer, cleaned the drum casing and filter.
Retrieved the clobber and folded it and loaded it in the bag.
0258hrs: Up and got the clothes stored away and refilled the cleaning gear pots ready for the next visit to the Laundry Room.
Made a mug of tea and got on with updating yesterday’s diary.
Did Email checks. Then started this post off.
WordPress reading next.
TFZing, but it was hard with the Virgin Internet going so slow and losing it regularly.
Facebook then. But the internet connection from Virgin Media had got so slow I had to give up on it.
Got the fodder ready early.
As Tim Price would say, it was very tooth-friendly.
The canned mackerel in BBQ sauce very tasty. A shame the banana was over-ripe and had gon furry inside, though.
I tried the Idahoan Cheddar Mash today. Greatly disappointed with it. There was something in it that tasted like it should not be there. Checked the label and found that it was coconut?
I’ll put the other packets up for a raffle prize, if I remember, I’ll offer Jenny some as a little thank you for caring for us.
That will teach me not to buy things, well, so many of them, without trying them out first!
They were very expensive as well. Back to the own-label cheaper ones next time. Tsk!
I got the google-box on ready to watch the England football match, then started to do the washing up, when Sister Jane telephoned me.
While I was listening to her tales and enjoying it, the thought that I had left the hot water tap on came to me – I explained to Jane, who understood and went to check it out. Yes, I’d left the hot-water faucet running. Luckily, only very slowly.
As I went back to Jane on the landline, that dreaded wet & warm sensation from the rear-end was sensed. I told Jane, and again she understood. Off to the wet room and started to check things out. Oh dear, the blood! Harold’s Haemorrhoids had and were almost spitting the blood out. This told me that at least only the external ones were bleeding. Heck of a job to stop them this time.
Cleansing, creaming, medicating and the use of almost a full kitchen towel was needed, along with a lot of patience. They were stinging someone afterwards, so I took an extra painkiller with the evening Health Checks and medications.
Dizzy Dennis had a go at me as I settled to watch the football game. I was getting a little despondent with things now. Huh!
I was even lower in spirits after the match. England’s campaign ended in victory – but mediocrity!
Still, apart from Hamorrhoid Harold and the odd twinge from Anne Gyna, the ailments had settled along with me to get some sleep.
0300hrs: I stirred in a uhtceare fashion, fretting over almost everything that came into my mind as well as whatever it was I was dreaming about, but these details faded fast from my intellectually challenged brain. A headache too, now that is very uncommon for me.
After reacquiring some semi-control of the grey-cells, I stirred myself and climbed out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair. (It was not working) A dangerous task, but I managed it without a Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa, and taking care not to stub my toes, I made my way to the Porcelain Throne.
The rumbling and grumbling in the intestines yesterday was a warning of what was to come, for it came! Hehe! Trotsky Terence was back with a vengeance. Had a good cleaning up of the WC and my lower regions. Utilised the Citrus Body and Lemon fresh-air sprays. Realised that Harold Haemorrhoids was bleeding in the process. Also, I was sneezing again. So, I applied some Corticosteroid Cream took some kitchen towels with me when leaving and deposited them near the computer for later use. (And well-used they were!)
Did the Health Checks: Weight 14.93 again.
Created the Goose Fair post with the photos and got it posted.
Then finalised yesterday’s diary.
I found some more photographs I had missed off of the Goose Fair blog, and trimmed and then and put them together in CorelDraw and added them to the post.
Back to the WC for a wee-wee, but found I needed a heavy-duty session. Just as well I’d got there for the wee-wee, or else there might have been an Accifauxpa. Humph, lucky that! Another clean-up activity session.
Back to the kitchen, back to the WC for a wee-wee, back to the kitchen and made another mug of tea. I opened the window to have a good nosey around outside and realised I could see the Nottingham City Homes at Sneinton near the City Centre in clear view. According to Google Maps, it is about 3 miles away as the crow flies.
This Bentinck Court was modernised at the end of last year.
Feeling a little pleased with my efforts, I did the above on CorelDraw and then tried to do a Panoramic of the skyline. Huh, failed yet again!
I just can’t seem to master this skill at all. Grumph!
I glanced at the new vinegarsI’d bought to have with the fish noshes, and spotted what might be an error. The two bottles, Asda and Morrisons, were exactly the same sizes, but they claimed difference volumes. One 250ml the other 350ml?
Beats me.
As I was shutting the window, I noticed the excellent parking of our Senior Citizens. And this, when we have been informed that the workers will be operational this weekend to get the concreting finished in time. Thus, the ready-made lorries will need access to deliver their ready-made cement, aggregate and water.
0650hrs: Made the brew and returned to the computer… via a trip for a wee-wee en route.
The sneezing is just as severe at the moment. Not earth-shattering I know.
But it doesn’t-half give the poorly-teggies some stick when it comes. Mind you, with a bit of luck the noisy DIYer upstairs might hear it? I don’t think Anne Gyner is too keen on the more forceful sternutations either.
Finally, I got around to starting today’s diary.
Rechecked the Emails. Nothing new in? Hope things are alright.
On Facebook and the Virgin Media service became very slow.
Checked the potatoes in the crock-pot, nowhere near ready yet.
I must try to remember to see Jenny and find out if she is in next Wednesday so I can give her the Thank You present I’ve ordered online for her.
Hello, Oddknob upstairs is doing some DIY again, Tap, knock, thud… Tut!
Checked spuds again, getting close to being ready for mashing now. Got the water boiling for the smoked haddock and got the cos sticksi n the oven.
Got the meal served up and the washing up done.
Mashed Crock-Pot potatoes boiled with White Wine Vinegar and mixed with strong cheddar cheese, garden peas, battered cod fingers and a most delightfully tasty bit of smoked haddock in butter.
I masticated this meal with relative ease for the teggies. But, the batter on th fish fingers proved minacious to the incisors, I should have known really. Didn’t half make me jump! Hehe!
Cleaned the accoutrements and to the Porcelain Throne, where things had changed again and turned to a foul-smelling wind with threats of something coming, but nothing did.
‘Herbert’ above me began to knock drill and tap-tap again.
I put the TV on with the headphones on high to escape the man’s noise, fell asleep and spent the next five hours waking to wonder what this programme is on the box, thinking of turning it off and nodding off again, repeatedly.
0245hrs: Stirred and somewhat annoyed at not being able to recall any of the dozens of dreams that somehow, I knew I’d been having?
Again the mind started being troublous to my sanity. As it wandered off on its own route, pondering on the unanswerables and valueless meandering in search of the missing clue to a blithe existence. It soon fell back into its standard regular timid diffidence mode, the moment I stubbed my toe against the Ottoman as I extracted the overweight body out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Grumph!
Into the kitchen, did the Health Checks.
I’ll not mention the weight. Ahem!
Medications were taken. Twinges from Arthur Itis in the knees and Hippy Hilda was far from happy, too. But, not complaining, for Hernia Harry, Duodenal Donald, Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Reflux Roger were all being kind to me.
I pondered on how to get to the Nottingham Goose Fair to take the photographs later in the day. I think a nice slow walk there should be done in an hour-and-a-half or so. Then an hour or so of my walking about and I can get a bus back into Sherwood and hope to catch an L9 electric-bus up the hill to the flats. Or, maybe get a tram to Nottingham and L9 bus from there? Decision making is not my most compelling attribute. Huh! I’ll have to excogitate my plans to see if they will work timewise.
Went out on the balcony to take this photographicalisation of 0530hrs morning view.
Computer turned on and yesterdays diary finished off and posted.
Perused the Emails and WordPress readings.
Read the Nottingham Email from the Evening Post, and found the police had chased a gang of five youths in a stolen Corsa, had to stop the pursuit because it became too dangerous. Later they found it had crashed and burst into flames, 200 yards from the old house. Of course, no one was arrested or even seen.
I did an order for Christmas, while I could get a delivery spot from Morrisons. Then did one for next week.
Ablutions were done and readied me for the trip to get the photographs from Nottingham Goose Fair.
A good crowd at the bus stop. But no one spoke to me, despite my efforts to get a conversation going, apart from Welsh Bill.
Into town and .caught a tram, dropping off at Asda (Walmart) to get some fish, Stilton Mini-cheddars and Wine vinegar.
This, because I realised that the Goose Fair will not be open yet. I’d arrived too early. Still, it means I should be able to get around more safely to take the pictures.
I got some Smoked Haddock with butter boil-in-the-bag type and wine vinegar.
Out of the store and up to the Fairground.
Later, I did a post with all of the photographs I took.
Had a painful hobble around.
So many food outlets, stall, vans etc. compared to last year.
Only a very few other visitors at this early hour, most of the stalls had not started setting up yet.
Other than the food ones, that is.
With weary feet, delicate innards and feeling a little dispirited, I caught a tram back into town.
The vehicle was cram-packed with Nottinghamians, and I had to stand, but it was only a short journey.
Dropped off in town and took some photographs of the Slab Square.
The shiny but unwarm sun causing problems with my photographic skills with its brightness.
The pigeons were taking a shower in the fountains.
The people around all looked like I felt, depressed, frustrated and sour!
I wonder if there is a new illness that is causing this mass dissatisfaction amongst the Nottingham folks?
I strolled up Market Street and into Trinity Square, with its rows of various eateries on either side as I walked miserably down between them towards Milton Street on my way to visit the Poundland Shop. An excellent choice of places to spend your money on eating here. Greek, Italian, West Indian, Fish & Chips, BBQ, Sub-way, French, Polish, Pub-Grub etc.
In Poundland, I got a large bottle of antiseptic disinfectant. I’ve a feeling I might need this, what with the signs of innards trouble brewing up intestinally.
Out onto Milton Street and down to Upper Parliament Street. I took a long zoomed in photo of the end of Clinton Street.
Hidden behind the crowds near the boarded up door in the closed down shop on the corner, were four chaps who seemed to be playing the same tune over and over on the instruments as they were the other day. Badly! I’d hate to be having to work in premises nearby with that unwelcome jarring, grating cacophony belting away all day long.
Got to the bus stop on Queen Street, and nearly got clobbered by this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist as she tore down the hill.
Not many folks got on the bus en route.
I was not in a good state as I walked back to the flats. Felt right low for some reason. The INR level so high I might not get the teeth done, rumbling innards, toothache, Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, noisy git above my apartment and Dizzy Dennis visits should not have caused this catatonic, almost dysphoric state of mind because I am used to living with them.
So why so depressed?
Got into the flat to find a note had been posted through the letterbox.
The builders need access to remove the lock to the balcony area and secure area?
This caused my already low spirits to sink further. The date you see, 13th October… the time of my long awaited (If the INR level is in the range that is) visit to the Dentist to get the teeth sorted! Why do these essential things always come at the weekend when I can do nothing (Other than forget about them by the Monday) about them!
I fell deeper into self-pity mode and frustration.
All I could force myself to be interested in now was getting something to eat and the head down.
Did the health checks and took the medications. As I was doing this, Trotsky Terence forced me into the throne room. A messy session, I knew this was coming. Tsk!
Cleaned up and got on with preparing the meal.
The spuds I’d left cooking in the crock-pot were all ready. All I had to do was open a can of garden peas and the Smoked Kippers in vegetable sauce. Yet this seemed a mammoth task to me?
Although an excellent looking plate of fodder, I didn’t eat it all. A rarity!
Took this snap of the evening sky. But I’m afraid I could not appreciate it as much as I usually might have. Feeling so down! And irritated with me for being so.
I watched more TV in a night without nodding off than I have done ever, I think. Sleep, although I felt in need of it, just did not come easily.
A lousy dream filled night when it did arrive. Humph!
