Wednesday 21st June 2017
Italian: Mercoledì 21 Giugno 2017
0400hrs: Stirred thinking of the dreams and fell off to sleep again.
0455hrs: Stirred again and battled with the £300 second-hand recliner to get free of it and to the Porcelain Throne – Success again! Nowhere near as painful this time. It would seem that Constipation Konrad is weakening. A fair bit of bleeding made Haemorrhoid Harold unhappy. (Try saying that quickly when you’ve had a few jars. Hehe!) Cleaned things up and got the kettle on. Did the health Checks. “Sys: 154, Dia: 72, Pulse: 76, Temp: 34.6, Weight 14.71” Pondered on whether or not to take another Senna with the morning medications? Decided not to, for fear of encouraging any return visit from Diarrhoea Derek. I just may regret this decision?
Knowing I would be out for an extended time visiting Sister Jane today, I had a go at WordPressing, Email checking and Facebooking, before it was time to get the ablutions done.
That took some time, that did.
Better get sorted, and the ablutions tended too then.
All prepared and off to the bus stop at the end of the road. Jolly good Gossip at the bus stop. Loved listening to what the other tenants were going on about this morning. The mayhem of the building preparation work and upsetting of their system and plans seemed to be the most popular subject. Both Bills were there, Bill (William on Sundays) and Welsh Bill.
Got into town, dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street, near the Wilko Store and walked along the road to the West Bridgford bus stop.
Hectic today, the roads were.
Buses to left, buses to the right, behind and in front. Hehe!
Sat waiting for the bus to set off and one of the tenants of the flats, Brenda I think her name is (Maybe, perhaps?), sat next to me, which was a pleasant surprise and afforded me the opportunity for a great chinwag and ogle. Lovely gal she is. Turned out she was also on her way to visit her Sister and only a few streets away from my Jane’s home.
I got off of the bus the stop after Brenda and made my way to Cyril Road. (Left)
Jane was all ready for my call.
The two pussies Fooey and Arthur were not to be seen. A good nattering session took place.
Pete came down and made me a mug of tea. Memories spoke of. Had a look at Pete’s laptop to see if I could help with his problem. Spent a while, but with no luck. In the end, I photographed some screen shots and will have a look on the web later to see if I can sort it out for him.
Found Arthur, asleep in the bushes in the garden, in readiness to wake and kill some birds. Nice camouflage for a grey cat, bless him. (See photo below, bottom left)
Fussed Fooey, my favourite old pussy. Jane & Pete posed for me with Fooey and Jane took a photograph of me as I fed him some of the cat food he loves so. It is in liquid form, I always take some for him. And they did not help me get back up off the floor afterwards either! Hehehe!
Sister and brother-in-law both looked fit and healthy. Gave them their nibbles and treats. Farewells, and I was soon off to catch the bus. Changed my mind when I just missed one and decided to walk into Central Avenue and have a look in the Iceland store for some bread to take home with me.
Flatbread, cheesy rolls and tried a pack of some Pitta Bread for the first time. Oh, and a minced beef slice.
The bus to town was packed solid with passengers. Should be carrying so many people standing? I did manage to get a seat mind.
Got to town and walked to the Slab Square. Taking a picture of Clinton Street as I passed on my way there.
Busy as it usually is today, but something in the air… hard to describe but I’ll do me best.
A sense of apprehension, something about to take place that would be unwanted, not liked. Odd feeling?
Walked to the top of Queen Street on Upper Parliament Street, and took these photographicalisations of an old pub. It had just been opened again. I recall it has had many different names over the years of failed success seeking from the landlords. Sad.
Walked around and down King Street then up Queen St, to the L9 bus stop at the top of the hill.
En route, Bill (William on Sundays) got on the bus and we had a comical little gossip as I am sure neither of us could hear what the other was saying. Haha!
Back at Winwood Flats, I met Jenny and Frank in the foyer and nattered for a while.
Unlocked the door and straight in the wetroom for a wee-wee.
Put the food away and potato crispies into the oven cooking.
Had a wee-wee.
Downloaded the photographs to add later.
Updated this in a draft, notes words as reminders so when I complete it in the morning, I could remember it easier. Too tired to do it now.
Had a wee-wee.
Thursday Morning Update:
Got the meal done and consumed.
Had a wee-wee.
Medications were taken, Health checks were done and got settled to watch some Heartbeat DVD episodes.
Typically, when I want to get to sleep, I couldn’t. As a rule, as soon as I start yo view the TV or a DVD, I fall asleep, but not this time. The mind racing away again, about all sorts of subjects. The Grenfell disaster, Brexit, the Amazon deliveries, the hearing aids, the mistakes and foolish decisions I’ve taken over the years… on and on! I can’t remember much of the Heartbeat DVD I had on.
Had a wee-wee.
Eventually, I managed to nod off, late, very late it was. Tsk!
0455hrs: Up and to the Porcelain Throne for a heavy duty session, but failure was in the air (Just wind, Hehe!) Had a wee-wee, though.
I was the only one from the flats who got onto the City bound bus.
Dropped off at the terminus and walked down Queen Street into the slab square.
another odd look when I said this was too late for me to get a bus there or back to the flats.
Left and had a hobble up Friar Lane to see if the hearing place was open that used to sell alarms and timers for the hard of hearing. Terribly high prices last time I looked.
I meandered back down and onto the Slab Square, then up to the Primark Store and had a look around. Got some socks that claimed to be wider than average, thought they looked comfortable.
Spotted some Nottingham Street Art outside.
As the bus passed the end of Clinton Street, I took a photographicalisation of it.
Did the Health Checks.
Noticed some new bruising and under the skin bleeding on the left leg. Which incidentally has gone down in size a bit this morning. The scratches had dried up now.
Bus into town and a 35 bus out to the QMC Hospital. Only two of the four lifts (elevators) were working, so I walked up the stairs again to the D-floor.
Gave up and put the disinfectant, toothbrushes and dusters back where I got them from and departed, making my way to the Boyles Store further up the road. Where I got some spare toothbrushes at only 39p each! Disinfectant same as the one in Wilko for 15p less, and Neutradol Air Freshener at 30% extra and the same price as Wilko. Felt a bit smug here I did.
Two doors up and into the Savers shop. Got some Neutradol fabric spray at £1 each, some Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2.49.
I rang Sister Jane, and she rang back. I’m hoping to go see them on Wednesday, all being well like. Told of one of the blood spots on the tummy from an Enoxaparin shot and how it looked to me like a chicken. 
Got the fodder prepared, and ingested.
Went to make another mug of tea and I could hear a dog barking so clearly, even without my hearing aids in.
Just got an Email telling me my Morrison Delivery is due in a while.Did I remember?
Got another completed, but not the one I wanted to do for TFZer Shirley.
I’ll try it again mind you, although I anticipate I may have to give up on it and do another sort for her.
Back onto graphicalisationing on CorelDraw.
sneaking into it with my camera
Fitted an old graphicalisation up and reposted it.
which is today.
The oddly sized legs tickled me. Well, that’s not the right word, but it’ll have to do.
Made another mug of tea.
The Morrison man called.
Made a brew and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.
Went to make a mug of tea, and just had to take this photo of the view.
The view from the kitchen reminded me of the horrible fire in London for some reason or other?
that’s his name, not Frank (Grump, what a clot I am), if he would tell the others about my not getting to the Social Hour again and why! With a cheeky smile, he said he’d think about it. Hehe!
Turned right at the end of the Walk and down onto Winchester Street Hill.
her name. (Not that it matters cause she is sweet, kind, cuddly and beautiful) for the INR blood test.
She soon took the blood, again it took ages for the vein to stop bleeding, but that was good, it gave me time to have an ogle and gossip with the nurse!
By the time I got to the Methodist Church about half way to Sherwood, I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?
I called into the Children’s Charity Shop for a peruse around, but nothing purchased.
The day suddenly went a bit dark?
Made another cuppa in the new mug. Had a wee-wee.
Got the meal prepared and took the medications, did the Health Checks.
2020hrs: The District Nurse, who had been before (The extra cuddly one with the twinkle in her eyes and 
Nipped into the kitchen to pod the peas and get them cooking in the Crock-Pot. I also put some Jersey potatoes in the saucepan to boil.
Cooking now, though.
Head down in the £300 second-hand recliner. (It’s lasting well for a cheapo bargain is this chair) But, I could not get to sleep thinking alternatively about the great match, the fighting hooligans and the newly attacking Duodenal Donald. I don’t know if it is the fodder or the vandals that started him off, but by gum, he’s back with a vengeance. Took an extra 40mg Omeprazole.
All ready for the Morrison delivery to arrive.
Said my cheery cheerio’s and out and off down Chestnut Walk onto and down Winchester Street Hill.
that I had not taken the bank papers with me.
Just over the brow of the hill, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over. Tsk!
as they had to use the opposite side of the road to get through the traffic.
mushrooms.
Looked later and it seemed to be ready, got the oven food into the dish, made and added some gravy, then the mushroom, peas and potatoes.
Watched some telly in between nod-offs. Woke with a start and a raging hunger?
Went to make a mug of tea and took this photo of outside to compare with the one above, taken about two hours ago.
The change in the scene outside from the one taken before I hobbled to the Porcelain Throne was astonishingly amazing!.
Toyed with making a Logotype Graphic on CorelDraw. Still not right or how I’d like it to look yet.
0415hrs: Got the readied dirty-laundry bag and down to the laundry room and got it washing away.
Pulse 79, Temp’ 33.8, Weight 14.81: All good, methinks.
Found it in front of where I was when I started to look for it in with the bottles of sauce and seasonings on top of the counter? Tsk!
Going through the Emails afterwards I came across:
Updated and finished Thursday’s diary and got it posted off.
Called in Primark Again, but nothing suitable. Hobbled in the rain to M&S, even less suitable attire. Walked to the tobacconist’s and got some snuff for Bill (William on Sundays) at the flats, then went to Clinton Street and the Sports shop. Where surprisingly I found some tops suitable and cheap too. Bought two of them. After getting a very annoyed yer disinterested good looking young man assistant to get them down for me with the extended prongs from the fifth row up on the wall.
Where I observed that many of the Nottingham shoplifter… no, sorry, I meant shoppers, had been caught out in the rain.
The meal was tomatoes, crispy potato balls, even crispier extra strong cheddar cheese done in the oven, fresh pod peas, an egg and two battered fish cakes with bread thins and followed by a lemon mousse.
Onto the computer to update the diaries.
They were painting double yellow lines on Chestnut Walk where the cabin is now in place.
Dropped off near Wilko’s and went over the road to the Victoria Centre Shopping Centre (Mall) and the fruit & veg stall. They had some fresh pod peas in, I recalled being conned last time I got some peas from there – but thought if Tesco does not have any I’ll have to walk all the way back here again to get some. There was a different lady serving. So I risked it and bought some. Turned out okay, she did not slip the older ones in the bag.
Out of the centre and hobbled along towards the town centre to call at Primark to look for some long sleeve T-shirts.
shop window.
Walked down into the Slab Square.
After a long hobble around I found nothing of any interest to me.
To Queen Street and up to where the outdoor seating was for one of the many 
Took the medications and did the Health Checks, then got on with making the meal.
After consuming it, I took the things to the kitchen to clean them up and…
Julie checked and all was fine. Phew!