0425hrs: Woke in need of yet another visit to the Porcelain Throne. I’m sure I must have worn away much of the thread in the carpet between the £300 second-hand recliner and the wet-room door last night! Hehehe!
Haemorrhoid Harold had been hurting and bleeding badly on and off all night long, fortunately, due to the return visit of ‘Timothy Trots’ I had on the Protection Pants and avoided a bigger mess than might have been. Isn’t getting old, a hoot? Haha!
Did the necessary and cleaned up well, using the lemon antibacterial wipes on all contact surfaces. Gave the rear end some medicationalisationing and applied some cream, then put some pain gel where I hit the head last night on the cabinet in the kitchen while getting some biscuits to nibble. Wrapped up the used medical attire and clothing well in black backs sprayed inside with Dettol All-in-one lemon disinfectant for disposal later.
Put on a new pair of the P Pants. Hot and uncomfortable I know, but an essential prospective line of defence, I thought.
Flipping hard work this ageing thing! Humph!
No Dizzy Dennis visits this morning anyway. Duodenal Donald persistent with his letting me know he’s there still. Ann Gyna, sweet and kind with me up to now, bless her. Carried out the Health Checks. Very surprised with the weight going up so much, though. Considering all the weight I’ve been evacuating from the innards. And consuming so little fodder last night? Odd that!
Took the morning medications with an ‘Anti-Trots’ capsule.
Made a good, strong mug of tea.Thought about having a pot of porridge
Thought about having an instant oatmeal, but there was no real hunger in me at all.
The kitchen needs a good clean up. Well, everywhere does actually I suppose. But feeling so tired all the time lately: Or am I making valid sounding excuses? Probably so!
Took a photograph of outside, through the in need of cleaning kitchen window.
Is guilt creeping in here? Methinks so?
Got ready for the Morrison man to call.
Although where I’m going to put the stuff, I don’t know. I don’t know either why I did the shopping yesterday?
Losing it here.
Started to clean kitchen window – put lemon in the cleaner in mistake for vinegar, so adding vinegar as well. It might not get it clean, but it’ll have a lot an odd scent? Haha!
0809hrs: The Morrison man arrived before I could start doing the windows.
Off he went, and I began to store away the delivered fodder. Had to throw out some frozen food to make room to get the new stuff in. Tsk! What a Plonka!
This took a while to sort out. Then I arranged the bags for the rubbish shoot, four of them, three general waste one recyclable and took them and deposited them down the refuse chute.
Back to doing the window cleaning.
Got it finished about 0900hrs. But, it didn’t look too good to me.
Called it a day and got the nibbles for the Winwood Complex’s Obergruppenfurheresses treat and took them to the Winwood Social Hut for them.
Met Obergruppenfurheress Dean as I got out of the lift and chatted about nothing. On to the hut and Obergruppenfurheress, Julie was handed the treats.
I inquired of what was being built across the road on the grass verge, and she told me it was the new temporary Social Hut.
Back to the flats, having a natter with Frank at the bus stop as he waited for it to arrive. Had to leave in a hurry due to demands being made for the use of the Porcelain Throne again. Huh!
Up and took this photo on the right of the building area for the hut.
Top left, you can see the plinths of whatever they are called in place to stand it on I assume.
Nearly dropped the camera as I came back in from hanging out of the window – I must remember to get a wristband for it when I go into town again.
Updated this diary to here, and did some WordPress reading.
Onto Facebooking next. Added photo’s then responded to the comments thingy. Facebook was playing up again… Double Humph!
Made a mug of tea, visited the Porcelain Throne and did some more work of the TFZer graphicalisationing. Got another one of the latest series done.
By now it was late in the afternoon. Took the midday medications.
Got the meal on the cook and did some more WordPressing, got carried away and nearly burnt the food! Ha-well!
Had the potatoes with butter inside, naughty but nice!
Fell asleep and had no end of different dreams about all sorts of situations. Could only recall bits of them, but there was a link between the mall I think… me drowning in a canal, falling off of rooftops and underground being chased. So, a Whoopsiedangleplop dream session? Hehe!
Took the evening medications along with another anti-diarrhea capsule.
While in the kitchen, I had my usual perusal of the view and thought it so funny watching a dog taking its owner for a walk down the gravel hill path near the Copse.
Grabbed the camera and zoomed down the depth of the twelve stories of the compound to take this effort of a photographicalisation of the pair of them.
The young dog was definitely in charge here as he dragged her into and out of the bushes and trees, then back to the path! Hehehe!
A visit to the Porcelain Throne again, but they were getting less frequent and volumatic. Is that the right word?
Last time Timothy Trots visited me, this happened. I think I’m being teased into sensing relief, but, am sure things will get worse again.
Got the gogglebox on and watched some political election debates, and decided none of the parties was my cup of tea. So decided to vote next Thursday 8th June for any one of them without a chance of winning (Apart from the Lib-Dems, I’ll never forgive them for going into the Coalition with Cameron and the Tories and nearly self-destructing as they did so) it doesn’t matter which one. But I feel that I have to use my vote.
Had a search for the new camera strap that BJ told me to take with me at tomorrow’s Social Hour so he can fit it for me – Humph, Could not find it!
0415hrs: Stirred with a sensation from the innards that ‘Thomas Trots’ were brewing within again. Aware of the fact that I had been dreaming but once again, no recollections of any details. Most annoying this. Huh!
Dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, but the ‘texture’ was a bit loose and reminiscent of the ‘Trots’ returning and was nervous making. Humph!
Kettle on and took the medications. Did the Health Checks with the following results:
Sys 153 – Dia 75 – Pulse 91 – Temperature 35.8 – Weight (Wait for it…Hehe!) Up to 14.85! One day of my being stuck indoors again and up it shoots!
Made a brew of good strong tea and got the computer going to start this diary off. Then back to the Porcelain Throne once more… oh dear, definitely more splatter in nature this time. Not good this. Afterwards, the stomach started rumbling, grumbling and annoyingly with stabbing pains.
Updated to here, then finished off yesterday’s chronical and got it posted off.
Did some WordPress reading.
Worked through the Emails.
Onto CorelDraw to start a TFZer graphicalisation. While doing them, the surgery emailed me with the next INR test for Tuesday 6th June at 10.05am.
1125hrs: Tired with all the concentration on doing the graphics.
Going to get the ablutions done and get out on the bus into Arnold and call at the Open Market to try and get some fresh pod pea, methinks.
Back in a while, I hope.
Good clean up completed, I set out to the bus stop. Nice chinwag with some of the residents.
The L9 to Bestwood arrived and I was only one of us to get on it.
As the bus took a slightly deviant route down into Sherwood, I took the opportunity to take a photographicalisation through the window, of a different view of Sherwood and Basford.
The sky, like all day, kept threatening rain or worse as it would darken suddenly then slowly lighten again?
Into Arnold and I dropped off the vehicle near the Wilko store.
Popped in, but did not buy anything.
Along to the Open Arnold Market and to the fruit and veg stall. They did not have any fresh pod peas on sale, though.
Plodded along Front Street, not many folks out and about today.
Had a bit of a Dizzy Dennis on the walk to the Fulton Food Store. Managed to get two bottles of the tasty Sterilised milk, with with a long ‘Use by’ date on them. Some Lemon flavoured ice cones for only a quid, that were titled on the box of six as “Rios Waffel Hornchen’s” German perhaps? 400g cans of Garden Peas at 3 for only a quid! And two packs of strong cheddar for only £2! Got some bargains there did I not?
Of course, I didn’t need any of what I bought, apart from the sterilised milk. Tsk!
Then, foolishly, I wandered across the road into the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I first got a TV magazine for next week, then looked for some pod peas but they had none in. Then, totally incomprehensively, I bought two packs of grated strong cheddar that were on offer. Talk about the short term memory going when you get on a bit – How I could have forgotten I’d bought the two packs from Fulton’s ten minutes earlier, I don’t know! Sad really!
It got worse. They were offering Minced Lamb and Potato Hot Pots, at two for £3, Lemon and Lemon Curd yoghourts on offer, a pack of some cheese filled potatoes for baking reduced from £2 to £1.59, a pack of 6 English tomatoes at 69p, biscuits, Pork and Mushroom Pate, bread thins, Surimi sticks, chocolate Shortcake biscuits and Potato Farls.
Paid the lady at the checkout and struggled to carry the two bags to the bus stop when I departed the store.
Got to the bus stop and waited for the L9 bus to get me back to the flat and the Porcelain Throne.
The innards and the Trots were threatening an Accifauxpa as the rumbled away suddenly.
A most uncomfortable and nervous bus ride home.
I photographed the sky as we passed some houses, it was looking threatening again.
Tried to do some crosswords then, anything to try and take my mind off of the imminent possibility of utter embarrassment and shame of loosing control of the innards bubbling away. Oh, dearie me!
I had what might have proven to be a calamity when I got back to the flats. Several other tenants got off at the same time, and as they made their way rapidly to the foyer, I realised there were too many of us to all get into the lift… as I was the slowest moving it followed that I would have to wait for them to go up and lift to come back down… further risking an Accifauxpa from the rear end!
By the time I got there they were all on their way up, and the wait for the lift to return back down seemed like a painful month of Sundays to me! I can laugh about it now, but not at the time! Hehe!
Sweating somewhat by the time I got in the lift, praying control could be maintained and Timothy Trots would not cause me shame.
Getting out of the lift and to the flat door is a haze more than a memory. Bags dropped in the doorway floor, clothes discarded and into the wetroom, tore the flipping trousers and underpants panicking to get them off ASAP… And…relax! Made it without any real Whoopsidenagleplop, but with not a second to spare!
Haemorrhoid Harold was flowing blood freely and Duodenal Donald started giving me some stick. Had to do a mammoth cleaning up session of the Throne, wetroom and myself. Wiped contact surfaces with the lemon antibacterial wipes. Got the Protection Pants on, threw away the trousers after emptying the pockets into another pair. I felt so drained then. But pleased at having avoided a totally ignominious outcome.
Got the purchases out and stored them on their proper places.
Then remembered the Morrison order arriving tomorrow!
With no room in the freezer and very little in the fridge, things might get difficult in the morning?
Humph!
Got the fodder on the cook, Lamb hotpot in the oven added the potato farls and balls later.
Served it up, unsure if I was eating the right thing here for the innards situation?
Decided I was not, so only ate a bit of it, to be on the safe side. Tempting as it was, as it did taste marvellous.
Shame that!
I did have one of the Waffel Hornchen’s afterwards, the cone was really soft, but the lemon ice-cream was great.
I think the Quorn vegetable lasagne in the fridge might be alright to try for tomorrow’s meal?
The rumbling and grumbling remained, but no worse, and there were not too many trips to the Throne afterwards either. Although I did feel well drained and a little confused for some reason?
Checked the TV paper and chose some things to watch. Fell asleep of course, when I woke there was a different programme on than what was indicated in the TV magazine. I rechecked and discerned belatedly that I had read tomorrow’s page in error. Huh, clot!
Soon nodded off again. Waking up what seemed seconds later, but with dream memories in my head? Wrote down notes to record later. I was in the garden of the old house, creosoting the fencing… Tony Blair joined me, with Michael Foot with him… I pointed out that Michael was welcome in my garden. You (Blair) the philargyrist and empleomania sufferer, was not! How the heck did I remember those words? Blair used his mobile phone and (Perhaps the SAS?) armed men arrived and kicked down my fencing and covered my face with shaving foam, Blair warned me about something, I kept asking repeatedly what he meant but did not get an answer from the non-stop nattering and gesturing Blair… Then I was on a rooftop…?
There was another line of text, but it was undecipherable.
Not having eaten much, I felt a bit hungry, and wondered what to have that would not aggravate the innards or ‘Trots’.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications – including one of the Morrison Diarrhoea capsule that I found pretty effective on my last attack of the ‘Trots’.
Then thought I’d have some biscuits to nibble, thinking they will not cause any aggravation to the situation. Hehe!
Which I don’t think they did – But, the hitting of my head on the cabinet door above when I went for the biscuit box did! Whoopsidangleplop!
Got the head down again, and was soon off in the land of nod… ten minutes later, up out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into the Porcelain Throne room.
This became the pattern for the night really. Humph!
Woke around 0400hrs: Dream about my being on a horse, in a medieval village that had traffic signs, and spaceships in the sky lingered for a few moments, then faded.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne. Good job I put on the protection pants last night – Haemorrhoid Harold had been leaking badly. Saved a lot of washing they did. Tended to a clean-up session then into the kitchen to take the medications and do the Health Checks. Pulse up to 91 and the weight down to 14.66 so not all bad.
Other ailments seemed kind this morning, well, apart from Duodenal Donald that is.
I cleaned up some pots I’d missed last night and got the computer on – full of hope and anticipation… fingers crossed! First turn-on, it did not load at all, just the working ring going around on the black screen? Left it for a few minutes but no change occurred, so turned off at the plugs and tried again.
A bit of success here: CorelDraw 2017 had come back online! Supposedly, my changing the payment details had worked? Just hope next time I start the thing, CorelDraw will continue to work for me! Not only that, but I’ve been online now for over an hour without any freezing or becoming unresponsive. But this had happened before, so I’m not getting too excited yet.
WordPress worked now too! So I got the diaries caught up with, making one for two days, Wednesday & Thursday, posting it off.
Started this one off.
0815 hrs: Took these pictures from the kitchen window by hanging out of it to avoid the glass reflection.
The first one I chose Sunset mode, the second Scenery mode? Thought the shadows from behind looked beautiful. The colouring was a lot different. The beloved Copse, the gravel pathway up the hill into the park look so different in each photograph, and the colouring of the houses too, I thought.
0827hrs: Decided to get the ablutions tended to. I crossed my fingers that Chrome and WordPress and CorelDraw come on working when I start the computer again later.
No, it’s no good, I’ll reboot now to find out.
All okay and working, but we’ll see later eh? Maybe my removing the translation programme helped? Dare not try Facebook yet, it might ruin the rest of the things currently working for the first time in ages?
See yers later, going to do the ablutions and go to Arnold to see the ducks and get some fodder in. TTFN.
When I got to the lift to go down, I noticed a 2½ inch long beetle on the carpet. Had to take several photos of it to get this one below. Tomorrow morning I got on the web and looked up details about the creature. Seems it is a Cockchafer Beetle. Never seen one before.
Lovely chinwag at the bus stop with some other tenants.
Got into Arnold and dropped off at the Sainsbury store.
Came out with a beef pie another packet of Surimi and some lemon curd yoghourts. Spent £7.50 in all.
I had a right nasty attack from Dizzy Dennis on the walk to Front Street and the market place then the Fulton Food Store.
A little worrying this one was, left me feeling a bit wobbly although I don’t think I was actually wobbling if you know what I mean?
Called at the open market and found a greengrocery stall selling fresh garden peas at less (£1.50 a lb) than at the Victoria Centre (£1.98 a lb) who tried to con me the day before and sell me old stock. The chap thankfully took the stock from what were on show, and they looked gorgeously fresh to me. (Why I got these at the cost of £3, I’m not sure because I already had some in the fridge at the flat?)
It was a beautiful day with so few pavement cyclists around too.
Had another dizzy on the way to the Fulton Food Store, only a minor one this time, all over in seconds. Nothing of interest to me in Fulton’s, they, like their Bulwell Store yesterday, had not got any blackcurrant ice cream lollies, sterilised milk or tinned chestnuts in stock, so I departed without any purchases and limped over to Asda (Walmart) for a look around. That was a mistake! I spent £14.74 here, and none of the products I bought was really needed! Fool!
As I came out intent on visiting the mallard ducks in the park, another dizzy convinced me not to, and get the L9 bus back to the flat sharpish. Luckily one was due in 15 minutes. Met a lady tenant at the bus-stop and had a gossiping session.
Back at the flats, yet another Dizzy Dennis episode. My next flat neighbour held the door open for the rest of us to enter the foyer. Thanked her profusely. I hung back from getting on the lift with the other tenants to regain some composure. Got the lift up and I arrived on floor twelve, before the other lift. Because there were so many folks dropping off of it to other levels. The lady was surprised to see me holding the door open to the flats for her, telling her one good favour deserves another. Hehe!
Got into the apartment and yet another little Dizzy Dennis visitation. I took the medications with an extra Omeprazole and got the fodder stored away. Visited the porcelain throne and had to change and clean things because of Haemorrhoid Harold had been ‘leaking’ somewhat.
Tiredness came suddenly, and I felt so weary. Not poorly or ill or anything, just weary. I got the meal ready earlier than usual, in case I did feel worse later. I enjoyed the beef pie so much yesterday, I had a similar meal to that one, but simpler.
The pie with caramelised gravy and tonnes of the fresh pod peas, two little potato waffles, some tasty tomatoes and a lemon drizzle dessert.
I ate the lot of it and swiftly fell asleep. Luckily, after I had placed the used tray with the dirty dish and cutlery on the next chair.
Woke an hour os so later, and off to the Porcelain Throne again, so tired?
But no more Dizzy Dennis bother at all. Reflux Roger replaced Dennis then. Hehe!
Did the Health Checks while I was up and about, washed the dishes and settled to watch some TV.
Nodded off at the first set of advertisements that came on and slept all the way through to 0430hrs in the morning!
Stirred 0445hrs: Bits of the dreams in the brain soon dissipated. Still felt so weary. Duodenal Donald still giving bother. Tried to get back to sleep without any luck, the mind was fermenting and losing its battle to gain any logicality or calmness. The thoughts were almost aphotic and melancholic in nature.
No disarray around the chair area this morning.
I dislodged myself from the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. No problems in there today. Although, the skin looked almost aeneous in the mirror? Innards were gently rumbling away.
Out and got the kettle on and did the Health Checks.Took the medications.
Took the drugs. I had an extra Omeprazole and Codeine Phosphate to help me to counter Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna’s persistent pestering pains this morning. Along with some large gulps of the antacid liquid imbibed.
The view from the kitchen window was quite beautiful with the sun spreading over from behind and the clear skies.
It was a tad windy with it mind, so I closed the windows in there and the main room.
The mind still seemed a little confused to me – as if when I come out of the Donald Dizzy spell. But I had not had one of these? Peculiar I thought.
Got the computer on, hard to concentrate, but I persisted, and things became a lot clearer after an hour or so. Still taking me ages to get anything down the screen, due to my chronically bad typing, grammar, and spelling. It was almost as if Arthur Itis is when he visits the hands and fingers, but he was not visiting?
Singularly odd the feeling as if I’d just come out of a dizzy, and the fingers were freezing but weren’t really?
0558hrs: Google Chrome Started Going Unresponsive again! Clicked Wait button and made another mug of tea. Did some WordPressing when it came back on while I could.
Checked the emails amid several more ‘Unresponsive’ attacks.As Sandie and Sam suggested, I disabled some more of the Extensions and updated this then rebooted with fingers crossed.
As Sandie and Sam suggested, I disabled some more of the Extensions, and I updated this then restarted with fingers crossed. Here goes…
Finished the yesterday diary and got it posted off. There were no Unresponsive occurrences yet. Fingers crossed!
Got a sudden sharp pain in the fight rear neck and head area? Took another extra Codeine 30g. Only lasted maybe ten minutes or so, then it returned half an hour or so later?
Made another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold and tried out Facebooking: If the ‘Unresponsiveness’ from Chrome are going to carry on, they will affect me on Facebook as they have been doing for ages.
95 Notifications to reply to. It’s looking good, been back on the web on Chrome for about an hour since rebooting without any hassle – Oh I hope and pray I don’t regret saying that!
I regret saying that!
Back to the regular freezing again. I disabled the WOT extension, thought this might help the situation, but no! Freezing again!
Sent information Email to Tech Sam.
Obergrupenfurgeress Warden Deana called to test the wrist alarm. She is very busy.
Mentioned Olive.
Feeling so depressed again.
Turned everything off and did the ablutions.
Got the washing and took it down to the laundry room and got it in the machine on a short cycle.
30 minutes late, down to move the clothes into the dryer. Someone had left a quilt in the dryer, so I cleaned the top of the dryer and folded the quilt and placed it on top.
Back up to the flat, having a chinwag with some resident who had arrived on the bus after their shopping expeditions.
Restarted the computer to see if the sticking freezing and going unresponsive on Google might have improved – no, still there. Humph!
50 minute later, down again to collect the hopefully now dried attire.
The morning was misty and yet bright with it.
Got the clothing out and folded then into the big bag.
Cleaned the filter and machine out.
Up to the apartment and got the togs stored away. Sorted the nibble box and raffle prizes ready for tomorrow’s Tenants Social Hour.
Tried once more to get Chrome to work correctly. No luck.
Then disaster… CorelDraw was not working. Spent hours and hours trying to sort it and find out what has gone wrong. In the end, I realised that I had changed the bank account and not informed Corel!
Sent an email to Tech Sam, asking for help in restoring it. Corel did let me change the details though. Waiting now to see if it will come back or I’ll have to order from scratch again?
Abandoned the computer altogether, really depressed now!
Got the fodder done.
Morrison’s very costly ‘Best’ smoked salmon fishcake, potato farl, apple, mushrooms, beetroot, surimi sticks, extra sharp Stilton cheese and few Jersy potatoes.
It was awful! Tasteless fishcakes, farls soggy, potatoes sour… Eurgh!
Really down in the mouth now.
Tried again to work on the computer, but no CorelDraw and Chrome were playing up brought me to a new depth of despondency.
TV on (How desperate was that?)
Thursday 25th May 2017
Maltese: Il-Ħamis Mejju 25, 2017
This update was finally done on Friday after thankfully the CorelDraw 2017 returned to action!
Up around 0630hrs: Recalled bits of dreaming about being in a giant sewer with biped yellow-haired rats chasing me?
Off to the Porcelain room, Little Inchy well swollen sore and tender for some reason, but thank heavens no bleeding – so things still on for the surgery I hope. Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding copiously but not at the moment.
Did the health checks, made a mug of tea and verified that all the things were in the bag for the Tenant’s Social Hour Meeting.
Really depressed about the CorelDraw and Chrome situation. No replies from Tech Sam yet.
Had a go at changing the payment details for the CorelDraw account. Took me hours to find out how to get in to update them, in the hope that the new bank account might be belatedly accepted. (Account Suspended – Non-payment. Due to my forgetting to change the details) Fingers crossed this works, I’m lost without my CorelDraw, and with the Chrome problems, I’ve become a sad figure of self-pity and morbidity.
Decided to get the ablutions tended to. Do you recall when I hit my head on the corner tray in the shower last week? I’d lowered it right down after the Whoopsiedangleplop thinking how cunning I was? I now have a lesion on my leg where I caught against the sharp edges of the wires and scratched the skin. Just thought I’d mention it like. Hehe! I moved the tray back up, at least if I only hit my head there will be less damage.
Tried to get the old laptop going to see if I could fare better with that. No, got in a right pickle of confusion and gave up.
Technology and me, Not compatible you see.
Set off with the empty jars for the recycling bin, raffle prizes, and nibbles and to the Winwood Hut via the bins.
A lot more folk than usual there today. BJ arrived, and there were many relatives of the tenants too.
The worry over the computer problems prevented me waffling on, although I did mention them a bit. BJ confirmed Sunday around 1200hrs for the trip to Papplewick Pumping Station after asking if I really still wanted to go.
Bill (William on Sundays), Jack and his five family members visiting, and Eddy all seemed to have a good time, glad to report.
I left a bit earlier than I would normally, to get ready to catch the L9 into Nottingham, to try and get some fresh pod peas.
Got some potatoes in the saucepan ready for the meat pie meal later. Changed and off with my valued Free Pensioners Bus pass to get the bus. Nice chinwag at the shelter.
Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street and crossed over into the Victoria Centre (Mall) and up to the fruit & veg market.
The many Nottinghamians about, all looking very summery today.
I got to the stall and was overjoyed to see some Fresh Garden Peas on display. They looked so good and fresh, too.
I asked the lady for a pound and a half. But she did not go anywhere near the peas on display but got some that were behind the counter out of view.
I asked her, “Are those the same as these English ones on display?” She muttered “Yer, they’re all the same” and continued to put them in a bag and weigh them. Handed them to me and I gave her a £10 note: “Ain’t yer got owt less?” she inquired. I said not, and she added: “Hang on them, I’ll ‘ave to get some change” and grumpily disappeared. Which was good… Cause that gave me time to investigate the peas in the bag. They were horrible Italian one’s not English, different size pods, some mouldy, some wet, terrible! When she returned I’d selected a few of the going rotten pods from the bag and showed them to her, saying: “Have you seen these? They are not the same produce…” I was going to add that I don’t want them, but she stopped me as she said “They are all the same, grabbed the bag off of me and served me with some of the fresh ones from the display, with a sneer on her face that really ought to have reduced me to jelly! Oh, dearie me.
I left with a bitter taste in my mouth and went down to the Tesco store. Where I had a walk around getting only a loaf of Sourdough Bread and some English tomatoes.
Out and over the road on the way into town, As I passed the Little Waitrose store, popped in to see if they had and Surimi in stock, and they had. So I got a couple of packets after foraging to the back of them to find some with a longer life date on them.
Poddled to the bus stop.
The two photographicalisations I took in town, I had the selector set on the wrong choice, so they came out somewhat greenish?
Hey-ho!
To Queen Street and waited for the L9 bus. There was another passenger chap waiting, and we both got a little concerned when the bus was ten minutes overdue?
Had a go at the Crossword book en route.
Back at the flat, after a visit to the Porcelain Throne and a clean up in Haemorrhoid Harold’s area of the flobby-body, I got the meal going properly like.
Put the goggle-box on to watch while I waited for the stuff to cook.
Served it up in a partition plate.
Quorn sausages very nice, tomatoes okay, potatoes nice, apple good, mushrooms very good, fresh pod peas excellent and the beef pie with extra caramelised gravy Great!
Feeling a lot depressed and had no interest in trying to sort out the computer problems at all, I fell asleep watching the Law & Order episode on the TV.
Woke thinking it was morning, got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne, Duodenal Donald bleeding again. Sorted out the mess and cleaned me up, got some protection pants on and took the morning medications. Then realised it was not morning, but afternoon! What a Plonker! So I then took the evening medications. Tsk!
Did the health checks, pulse very high. And back to the watching the TV… fell asleep…
Woke around 0545hrs, entangled half in and half out of the £300 second-hand recliner.
Tissues, pen, notepad, torch, medicine bottle, pain gel tube, headphones, remote controls, mobile phone and biscuit crumbs were artistically scattered over the chair, carpet, the other chair and over me! As I tried to clear my jargogled brain in an effort to recall how and why I had no legerityto tackle this problem… memories of a dream I’d had filtered into my mind memory. A rarity this. So I scribbled down some notes, although this time, actual memories remained as well!
I was acting in the film (Or thought I was really there) Rio Bravo, Dean Martin – the Dude, Sheriff Chance – John Wayne, Rick Nelson – The Colorado Kid, Ward Bond -Pat Wheeler the prisoner and me as Stumpy! This dream bore no relationship to the actual film other than this, and the background scenery of the gulch and barns. We were shooting Star Trek type Phasers at each other? This seemed all perfectly natural to me. After running around trying to get a better position with a handful of dynamite from somewhere, I realised they were all firing at me! No idea how, but I avoided all the phasing blasts and a Messerschmidt bf 109 dived out of the sky and strafed me.
Next thing I’m in a coffin being lowered into a grave in the ravine, and peeping out through the holes between the bare wooden planks on top of it… Still calm and collected, Dean Martin slurred “Who the hell was he?” John Wayne turned spat on the floor and replied: “Damned if I know!”
Then I was in a long queue of folks waiting to go in the old Imperial Cinema on Wilford Road in Nottingham, around 1950 and looking down at myself as an ankle-snapper in the line of bodies and remember thinking as stared at my younger self: “I don’t know who it is either!” Hehehe! There were many more things that took place, but I cannot recall them.
This is the only photograph I could find on the web of the Imperials as was. It was I assume taken around 1960, long after the place had closed down and was being used as a Plumbers Merchant base?
Throughout all of this dream, I was so relaxed and content?
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding profusely, did my duty, cleaned things up and put a pair of protection pants on, it was that bad.
The stomach was grinding away still.
Did the Health Checks and took the morning medications and put the kettle on. The reading were all okay I think. Sys 147, Dia 77, Pulse 86, Temp 34.8, Weight 14.71 Down a bit after going up yesterday. And I had two meals as well?
Got the Google Chrome opened, email became Unresponsive within seconds. Updated yesterday’s diary and started this one off. Tried to open the instructions from Tech Man Sam and it froze for the fifth time since opening it! Humph!
Duodenal Donald was giving me some pain again. I must get out today to the chemist’s to see if the prescriptions are ready yet.
I decided to get the ablutions done now and get out to do this while I thought of it.
Had a good shower, shave (lost a bit more blood with this activity, Huh!) and other things and got the nibbles for the chemist staff into the bag. I’ll call in at the doctors first to find out if the prescriptions will be ready or not.
Set off down Chestnut Walk towards the turn off for Winchester Street Hill.
Plenty of vehicles around, but on people at the time was passing.
The Chestnut Tree’s flowers drew me towards them with their beauty.
I got underneath the tree and took a photographicalisation of them from below.
Best I could get was the one on the left. Absolutely stunning flowers I thought.
With a bit of a lift in my limp now, I pressed on and down the hill into Sherwood.
Left up the Mansfield Road hill and by the Funeral Parlour (Where my funeral is all paid for) and the flower shop. They had some giant single sunflowers on sale and took what I thought was a decent picture of them. When it came to downloading it to the computer – it was not there? I’ve this before and still can’t work out what I’ve done wrong? Humph!
Over the hill and down into Carrington and into the Sheringham Park Surgery. Explained about my getting short of the Omeprazole capsules and asked if the next load of prescriptions was ready yet. She consulted her computer and said no, but if I come back in tomorrow they could be collected and taken to the chemist. I said thank you with what must have been a terribly dejected and sorry expression, cause she called me back and told me to take a seat and she’d see if the Doctor would validate the process. A few minutes later, she came out and gave me the prescription to take to the chemist. Kind of her saving me another hobble tomorrow.
Off to the pharmacy and was told there would be a long wait, or I could come back tomorrow to collect them. I told him I was going to do some shopping at Lidl and would return afterwards (Assuming I remembered to. Hehe!)
As I left to limped to the shop, I noticed BJ was in the launderette next door. He didn’t look too happy when I sneaked in and behind and threw him a cheery “Good Morning!” I hope he is not poorly. Aske me if I still wanted to got the War Memorial on Sunday, thanked him and said yes. Got the feeling, that was not the answer he was looking for?
To the shop and spent over £12 on food? Mature Stilton, Jersey potatoes, tomatoes, tins of stuffed peppers, Lemon yoghourts, bread rolls with cheese, Smoked Haddock filled fishcakes and risotto mushroom rice.
Paid up and back to the chemist to collect the Prescriptions.
So much fodder along with the prescriptions meant I had to break the stuff into two bags.
Rather heavy, and I struggled to carry them to the bus stop, where the Pensioners Free Bus Pass was greatly appreciated I can inform you all.
Met tenant Frank there, little natter.
No one else at the shelter, but by the time a bus arrived there were several other passengers – who between them forced their way onto the bus before I could, and I ended up sitting on the only seat available, one of the side-saddle ones. Arthur Itis was not happy with this, and soon let me know.
Off Sherwood
Met and accompanied tenant Frank’s better half at the bus stop. Nice chat and laugh on the way back to the flats.
Put away shopping and medications and took the midday doses.
Got the Computer on – Unresponsive again a few times, well too many times, so much so I gave up with Google and got the dinner on the cook.
Maple Belly Pork slices into the oven, potatoes in a saucepan (Added some extra Maple Syrup). When they were cooking I got the tomatoes, beetroot, sliced an apple, mini pork and cheese pie and the cheesy cob onto the tray ready.
Tried to updated this diary, but Chrome problems decided me to do this in the morning, turned off the computer.
Got the nosh served up with a small pot of lemon yoghourt.
An excellent tasty meal this one! Rated this at 9.45/10, despite nearly losing a tooth as I struggled with the tough skin o the belly pork. Lovely!
Did the last Health Checks took the evening medications and perused the TV magazine. Some good stuff on tonight that I fancied watching, but I was fully aware that I wasn’t going to see much of them and fall asleep. Hehehe!
Which I did swiftly. The mobile phone rang out, of course, I knew it was close cause I could hear it as I disentangled myself from the £00 second-hand recliner, but could I locate where it was? No! It stopped ringing. I was at a loss as to where it must be, went into the hallway to check the jacket pocket, and the landline telephone rang. It was Sister Jane. Back into the front room and spotted the mobile on the floor near the chair as I got to the landline. We had a chinwag for a while and I lost the signal. Jane rang back on the mobile, she was in her garden in the sunshine. I knew she was alright, cause she ordered me to eat pasta in my diet and told me off for buying tinned meat filled peppers in tomato sauce, also gave me a lecture on slimming and losing weight. Hahaha! (Only joking!)
Accifauxpa! Did the washing up, opting today, to stab my left-hand finger with the little steak knife, right down the nail again. Not deep, though.
There were three episodes of Law & Order on consecutively on channel 21. Full of hope of watching at least one of them before nodding off, I settled with a bottle of spring water, a chocolate bar (Topic) and Duodenal Donald twinging away. Every time an advert came on I nodded off, then it got worse, I kept slipping off while watching the programme. Not the foggiest idea now of what I was looking at. Just had a stubborn determination to keep on trying to watch it. Tsk! Eventually, I drifted off and into the land of nod properly.
Woke much later, around 0200hrs in desperate need of Porcelain Throne activity! Duodenal Donald was rampant and very annoying with his persistence and degree of botherationalisationing! Due to this, getting back to sleep was not easy.
Woke with a start around 0240hrs. Got the pencil and scribbled notes about the dream I had been having. Had a bad headache Rare for me, and Duodenal Donald was giving me much grief, very bad. Worrying over the computer the cause, perhaps?
Got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and took a Codeine Phosphate and an Omeprazole capsule then had a wee-wee. Noticed I was getting low on stocks of medications and thought it must be time to fetch the next prescriptions?
Back in the rickety recliner and read the notes about the dreams. Similar to one the night before. Nighttime, on a train with other people I knew, but could not put a name to? We were making plans to carry out something involving secrecy… finance and shredding tiddlywinks? We kept getting visitors to the carriage and interviewing them for some reason… The train crashed and none of us in the carriage were hurt… We ended up searching the bodies and wounded for tiddlywink markers, and giving the wounded an Extra Strong Mint each? Lots more took place I felt, but I couldn’t recall any more details.
Settled back and amazingly I dropped off to sleep again, until 0630hrs. Up and to the Porcelain Throne, Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding badly, but Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Reflux Roger were okay and no signs of any bother from Diahorrea Derek. Looking good, but I could not fully appreciate this as I was still fretting over the Goggle Chrome problems.
Looked nice outside when I went to make a mug of tea.
Did the Health checks, the weight had gone back down a bit from yesterday.
Got the internet on and tried out the email to see if any ongoing problems still.
After half an hour, Google Chrome had not gone unresponsive – but it took a while to start yesterday and never stopped all day, so I’m not getting any hopes up yet.
Finished off the Saturday Diary, back to the Porcelain Throne, not problems. Notice some mail had been delivered. Two letters. One from The Pensions Service, who had put the wrong Postcode on the address when I moved here in July 2016, and I had to contact them three times over two months to get them to change the Postcode so I could use the form for my ID with the bank. Telling me that I had ‘A Change in my Account Details’. No rush!
The other from the Cancer Screening Programme telling me no further action required.
Sorted next weeks medication pots out.
The stomach keeps on rumbling and stinging a bit again. Might just be Duodenal Donald offering me a variety in his attack? Hehe!
Hello… the damned going unresponsive Google Chrome has started again!
Selected Wait option, a few minutes later it came back on.
We’ll see.
Well, would you believe it?
I think you might. Bloody Virgin Media Internet has gone down now!!!
Sunday again, it always goes down on a Sunday!
Luckily by the time I’d done the graphic on the left, it was back on.
Getting the picture onto WordPress, and guess what happened this time?
Yes, Google Chrome went into Unresponsive Mode yet again, when I opened Gmail!
How Microsoft, Google and Virgin can get away with not showing any help, shame, ignominy, or self-denunciation with their obvious con-job of pretending their services work correctly, is enough to shame Tony Blair and Stalin!
They are all first-rate con-merchants, crooks, swindlers, bilkers, cheaters, deceivers, fleecers, flimflammers, fraudsters, sharks, philargyrists, ingordigious, acquisitive, venal, money-grubbing, rapacious, and quomodocunquising!
They ruin people’s lives financially, emotionally and cruelly with offering hopes within their lies of perfection, and charge the earth for a service of the greatest uncaring, unconcerned nature!
Hitler and Stalin would have closed them down and Tony Blair would have bought them out!
Now, I just may sound a little bit pee’d off with Google Chrome, Microsoft, PC World, not being able to get on Facebook’s TFZ page and my own failure to get the computer sorted out?
This is because I am pee’d off with Google Chrome, Microsoft, PC World, not being able to get on Facebook’s TFZ page and my own failure to get the computer sorted out? It had to be said! Grumph!
Plan to have mixed mushrooms with a lamb hotpot for fodder today, with some potato farls, before they go out of date too far, and because I have no bread in stock, due to having to stay in just in case the Computer Tech Man Sam calls.
Decided to turn off and read the Emotions book for while.
After I’d taken a peep at the TV magazine and chosen some good programmes to watch later.
Fed-up with struggling on the computer.
And Arthur Itis, although being kind to my knees and ankles, decided to have ago at the hands and fingers. At least he moves around a bit. Hehe!
Got the meal prepared and consumed. Lamb hotpot with some extra gravy. Nice!
Soon fell sleep and woke a few hours later.
Tried to watch the Gogglebox with some success this time, managed a good two hours before nodding off.
Woke around 0020hrs, stomach rumbling badly, but nothing on the Throne but the wind?
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, took an extra painkiller and got off without much bother again.
0345hrs: Woke remembering just one singular bit of a dream sequence I’d had clearlyish. (Not a real word this, but I like it. Hehe!) There I was floating in the air looking down above the MP’s in the Commons, as I glided above, and by each one, I made a note of their crimes and dishonest actions that floated up to me from each individual brain, by talking into an old mechanical calculator that I assume I thought was a recorder? No other memories whatsoever, though?
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Amazed, that Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were both absent this morning. Not complaining at all, though!).
Got the mug of tea made, and got the computer on, full of hope and prayers that the Google Chrome issues had been sorted. Opened Google and things looked good, no freezing or becoming unresponsive at all yet?
0415hrs: WordPress dairy updating was done for yesterday, then I started on this one.
0615hrs: Remembered to take the morning medications and did the Health Checks.
Sys: 148 Dia: 82 Pulse: 77 Temp: 36.1 Weight: 14.82. The weight had shot up steeply from yesterday morning. I imagine this was because I couldn’t get out for a hobble combined with the bigger than of late meal yesterday, are the reasons?
Got the Diary for Friday posted on WordPress and emailed to a few friends.
Excited at the thought of being hassle free with Chrome, I went to the email to send things and… “Google Chrome has become Unresponsive”!!! Boy, am I annoyed! Clicked on Wait for Programme to respond option. Five minutes later, it came back and worked.
I tried going on Facebook. Oh, dear! Time after time it froze, no way I can concentrate like this.
I’ll just get the photo’s on Facebook and tell folk about the hassle and wait for Sam to come again and try to sort me out. Double Humph!
So very depressed now. Gave up on the computer, made and ate a massive meal and fell asleep.
Dreampt of me being with someone on an old train as passengers, no idea who it was. We were trying to find out where we were, outside night, foggy dark, kept jumping off the train and back on… that’s all I can recall.
Woke five hours later, made a cuppa, took the med’s and tried Chrome again.
Within a minute of opening Gmail, it became unresponsive again! Waited until it came back on and emailed Sam again to let him know if it suits him, I’ll be in all day tomorrow.
So then tried WordPress and this went funny too and stopped me using it until I closed it, lost the updated script and restarted it again to write this.
Perpetually (If that’s the right word?) suffering from Unresponsive sites and frustrations.
The innards started rumbling, and stabbing pains started. Fretting and worrying I suppose?
Bother was coming from all sides now, not just Facebook and Email sites.
Tried to use the Outlook email, but it wanted so many details to let join it, and they demanded my phone number so as to send me a number to use to gain access.
Sent it to me through a text on the mobile.
Which I’d never used before, and got into a pickle and a half trying to sort it.
Naturally, I couldn’t!
Demanded more code numbers, but I’m afraid I could not cope with the tiny press button things and got into rather a panic and thought, Sod It!
Gave up trying.
Concentration destroyed by all this worry and failure to solve the issues.
The stomach is getting bad now, and I feel Duodenal Donald getting ready to make life hell for me, I know the signs.
Got a message from a very witty clever satirical artistic chap, someone I follow on the WordPress. Saying they too have similar problems with Google Chrome sometimes.
0350hrs: Up and feeling lively. Might be cheered at the faith and appreciation of help being given me by a complete stranger with the Google Chrome problem coming tonight I hope.
Got the washing ready and down to the laundry room with it.
Back up the lift and onto the Porcelain Throne. Only a bit of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold. Took the medications and started the computer, fingers crossed. At least I’ve found a way to get the diaries onto Facebook, via the email, that works.
Finished yesterday’s diary and posted it.
Down to move the clothes to the dryer and back up to the twelfth floor to start this one off. Made a graphic for the top of the page. Had an idea to make a funny post, something like Inchcock Party Manifesto? Hopefully, if I can get Chrome sorted and working, I’ll be able to on with it this weekend?
0538hrs: Down to see if the drying had finished in the Laundry Room.
Twas raining outside, and I felt so sorry for the soaking wet milkman.
Checked the dryer machine and the clothes in it were all dried sufficiently.
Cleaned the filter and machine, folded the attire and stacked them in little piles to enable me to put them in the bag so that they need to come out.
Clever or what? Hehe!
Swept the room and back up to the apartment and took a wee-wee as an urgent need.
Kettle on and stored the togs away.
Making a brew afterwards and the sky caught my eye, it looked a bit threatening to me.
When I got back on the computer, I added the last three photos and updated the wording, then had a look at the weather forecast for Nottingham today.
It looks like they were right about it being a wet start to the day.
Remembered I’d not carried out the Health Check List, so I did it. All looked okay to me.
Did some WordPress reading, as soon as I went on the Google email, then Chrome started playing up and not letting me proceed. Humph!
On CorelDraw 2017 and started creating the political party funny graphic. Lost everything I’d done for WordPress when Chrome went unresponsive again.
Closed down the computer and got on with the ablutions. During which I suffered two Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpa incidents.
Made several cuts with the new razor while shaving.
And applied Betamethasone ointment instead of antiseptic cream to the wounds. Twit!
Had to use after-shave in the end to stop the flow.
Then, while taking a good shower, I dropped the Dettol soap and banged my eye on the corner wire trays.
I now have a decent black eye and some more bleeding. Along with Haemorrhoid Harold’s loss of blood on the Porcelain Throne, I don’t think I have much left in me now (Blood). Hehehe!
Part of the scratch looks a little Nuclearish in the photo above to me? As for what shiny thing in the ear-hole is, I’ve no idea! Probably from the flash on the camera? The black bits are the skin cancer, so no fretting about what they are at least.
Made a brew, took the midday medications and updated this old tosh.
I had an email from Duncan. Offering some advice I could follow of what to try with the Google Chrome problem. I’ll give it a go if need be in the morning. Thank’s Dunc.
Did a bit of flat clearing and cleaning.
Put the meal segments into one saucepan to heat up later after the help Chap Sam, calls. Potatoes, turnip chunks, fresh pod peas in the seasoned veg water. Might have some vegetarian sausages or a piece of cod with them I think.
Read some more of the Emotions book.
Did some work to start on another graphic on CorelDraw 2017. Hard work with the browser freezing. Gave up and read the Emotions book.
Did the evening ablutions and Jenny called me, she is bringing up Sam the Tech-Man to take a look at the computer. She introduced the young man, Sam and left.
I explained the problems I was having and showed him the advice that Duncan had sent me asking if he could do this procedure for me. Good idea he said, adding that my mate Duncan was sagacious in his suggestions. The next half hour or so I was totally amazed at what Sam did in cleaning the system. All so fast, he tried to explain what and why he was doing the things. He, as Dunc recommended, went through what I did and didn’t need and got rid of many things. He added CC Cleaner and UBlock and another programme that shows if the channel or page you are on is safe.
He then set-up the laptop for me, loaded CorelDraw onto it and got the internet access sorted and Chrome with the same layout and options onto it as the computer has.
He was very patient with me as I sometimes struggled to understand what was what. Gave me an email address to contact him if any more bother. Thanked and paid the man gladly. Off he went leaving a more hopeful Inchy behind.
Feeling so tired now.
Put a bit of fish and a few potato thingies in the oven to add to the well-cooked-by-now turnips, pod peas and potatoes.
When the fish and vegetables were done, I added them to beetroot, surimi and mushrooms and other vegetables on the plate.
A pot of lemon fool for afters.
Although I really felt drained, I did feel a warm glow of hope that things will go alright on the computer when I investigate the changes in the morning. Too weary to try now.
Did the health checks, took the medications and visited the Porcelain Throne.
As I checked the place, I adopted the Prospectively Harmful Whoopsiedangleplop Overnight Avoidance Routine (PHWOAR) Hehe!
I must try to remember to do this every night from here on in.
Checked the door was locked, lights off, shower power off, not taps running in wetroom or kitchen, nothing left on the cooker, fridge door not open, windows checked and took out any plugs not needed.
The view outside was still looking eerie. As I was taking the photographicalisation, the rain began to splatter on the window.
After eating most of the meal, I got the TV on to watch some selected programmes, didn’t see any of them, but the sleep was welcome indeed.
0200hrs Woke and off for a wee-wee. Got back down again and slept until 0306hrs.
Dream
First thing, I took the medications, had another wee-wee and heavy duty session on the Throne, messy gooey.
Then got on with trying to uninstall and reload Google Chrome to get rid of the freezing. Searched for advice first, but I could only get at far as Programs, clicked Chrome in the box and the computer telling me to ‘Select all Google Chrome Items’ – there were no more to pick or choose? Fed-up with this, I’ll see if I can get some help or anyone knows of someone who can come to the flat to have a look at and give me a hand, I’ll ask at the Windwood Social Hour, not very hopeful though. Grr!
Very frustrating having to wait for hours for it to reset itself when it does, it doesn’t frequently, reset reboot reload, turn off and reboot all the time, and every time I try to go on Facebook or YouTube. I’ll have to stay off for until I can get someone to pay to this sorted out… if I can?
Losing heart here.
Back to the Porcelain Throne again, no pebble-dash but gooey and sticky now! Going through the toilet paper at a fast rate of knots. Tsk! Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding badly this morning.
Tried doing this update and finishing yesterday’s diary, which took hours due to my being too nervous to do it when I got back from the trip out Wednesday and being convinced I could sort out the Chrome uninstall and reinstall procedure today. Foolish me!
I wish I’d taken a photo from the kitchen window earlier now.This morning when I got up was crystal clear, look at it now?
This morning when I got up, it was crystal clear, look at it now?
I realised I’d not put the map of yesterday’s marathon hobble in the diary.
So, here it is.
Just to show off and pretend I’m as fit as a fiddle.
The feet ain’t half stinging now, but I’ve only got myself to blame. Although I did enjoy the visit to the park and ducks and was well pleased with the results from Mr Redmain… or, was it Redman?
Although I did enjoy the visit to the park and ducks and was well satisfied with the results from Mr Redmain… or, was it Redman?
I’d like to make a note of my appreciation of the Pensioners Free Bus Pass too.
I reckon without this, yesterday’s bus trips would have cost me around the figure of £12-£15 in total!
By heck… the stomach and innards have just started off grinding and bubbling away again now. Tsk!
I did some WordPress reading for a while.
Still unable to get on and use Facebook without Chrome problems.
Tsk!
The view from the kitchen window, when I made another mug of tea has changed again. A lot clearer once more? I got the last of the pod peas, some small potatoes and beef in the Crock-Pot cooking.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute. Then got the ablutions tended to and deodorised me up nicely. Made sure the raffle prizes and nibbles were in the bag.
Set off to the Tenants Social Hour.
A good session and one lady suggested I go to the phone shop in the Victoria Centre and ask ‘The Geeks’ for help with the computer problem. If I sign to pay the something monthly, they will always be on hand to help. That lady had signed with them. So, I decided to go into town afterwards and have a word with them, might try to get some pod peas at the same time.
BJ was there, and a few laughs were had.
At the bus stop the weather looked marvellous to me, the trees so beautiful.
Another good listen best I could to the chinwagging.
As the bus went along Porchester Road, I took this photographicalisation of the sky towards the City Centre.
I could see a face in the clouds. When I got back, I made up the above graphic of it. I just wondered if anyone else can see it?
Dropped off the bus at the usual place near the Victoria Centre and hobbled in and through to the Phone Warehouse shop and to the back counter where the ‘Geek Squad’ sign indicated they would be located.
The chap with the blonde hair informed me the Geeks are only there for three hours a week on Saturday mornings! Deflated about that.
Poddled to the Tesco store, but they didn’t have any fresh pod peas in stock again! Bought some SourDough Bread, though.
So I went to the Fruit and Veg market and got some peas up there.
Out of the mall and into the Wilko Store. Got some disinfectant, foil and deodorant.
Had a walk up Clinton Street window shopping.
But it was little, well, a lot more hectic than yesterday, so I gave up and got out soon as I could back onto Upper Parliament Street, and went to the bus-top, just avoiding a Burk on a bike Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
Caught the L9 bus back to the flat complex.
As the bus turned right, off of Porchester Street and down a narrow part of the route, I tried to get a photograph of the steep hill. But didn’t make too good a job of it cause a van turned in at the same time in front of the bus.
Battling falling asleep again now. I actually did nod off a few times, but luckily as the bus turned into Chestnut Walk, I stirred.
A quick chinwag with some residents at the bus stop and up with a little concern that I might not make it in time, to the flat and the Porcelain Throne.
Then, I moved the fodder into a saucepan to warm through and washed the slow cooker. The computer and Google are still letting me down. Will not let me work on Facebook again.
I got the meal, a stew of sorts served up.
Podded peas, turnip, small potatoes, made a nice caramelised gravy to go with it and added some beef gravy and a tin of stewed steak to it.
Slices of Sourdough bread to soak up the nice rich gravy and a Lemon Fool to follow with this fool enjoying it a lot. 9.4/10 rating.
Got a phone call from Obergruppenfurheress Jenny, she had kindly arranged for a friend to call and have a look at my Google Chrome problems. Later when I was asleep and in the land of nod, the door chime burst forth and a note had been posted through the letterbox for me from Jenny. She told me a chap called Sam would be visiting me tomorrow night sometime after 1800hrs. That was so kind of her to help out.
Having woken up, I decided to make a mug of tea… Accifauxpa Time! Dropped the milk and cleaned it up.
Watched some TV for ages, no nod-offs in between. But the worries over the Chrome issue kept overtaking other thoughts.
Bad night of waking in between dreams. War, well, in a battle in a City, schoolday bullying relived, failings and errors recalled, space travel, ghosts and being buried alive being some of the subjects. I’m certain there were so much more, not nice at all. I lay there thinking through and trying to remember more for ages.
When a demand came for the Porcelain Throne visit at 0310hrs, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, shivering despite having a bit of sweat on and off to the morning session. Took a while for a different reason to recently, the opposite of the Trots! The tummy rumbled much after the movement. Carried out the Health Checks, all seemed okay apart from the pulse being a tad high, the weight was down again!
Made a brew and took the medications. Making sure I did not mistakenly take any of the Diahorria capsules, now they are not needed. In fact, I moved them into another drawer so as not to do a Whoppsiedangleplop later in the week.
Saw a note I’d left myself when it came to starting the computer: ‘Bank Numbers Required’. I must nip down later and give them to them. I had a check on the local weather for today on the BBC website.
Looked like a wet day in prospect! Glad I got the umbrella yesterday in town now.
The rain started again as I left the flats and decided to walk into Arnold, visit the ducks and pigeons and to get some pod peas.
I took the first photograph of the marathon hobble to Arnold at the end of Chestnut Walk. With the allotments below and housing in the distance and beautiful Spring greenery surrounding them. The smell was gorgeous.
Down Winchester Street hill and over the road and into the bank. Had to explain everything again to the teller lady, who was patient enough about it. Told her I was asked to bring in my NI number, but could not remember if I had or not, but here it is again anyway. She had no idea what I was talking about. Told me to pin in my card and dedicatedly perused her computer for a while, a frown spreading over her pretty brow. Said to me I had to make an appointment with the advisor to process the opening of the account. I told her the account was open, and I have a letter to that effect from the bank? Anyway, I’m going to see a surgeon in a while and might know more of when I’ll be free, and I’ll get back in touch (Call again) when I can confidently give you a date.
Out into the drizzle, up to the top of Mansfield Road Sherwood and off down the hill towards Arno Hill Park and the duck visit.
About a mile further on and I got out the Pound Shop umbrella as the rain increased and it broke as I was opening it.
With my luck, I took this with a pinch of salt, in fact, I expected this to happen.
Plodded onward in the wet onto Daybrook, the rain getting fiercer now.
The puddle in the car park had to be manoeuvred ti keep the tootsies and shoes dry, gave it a wide berth.
Nearly walked in front of a bus as I crossed over the traffic light junction – I indicated my apologise to the driver as he braked. I think he was questioning my parentage and possibly calling me a silly old fart or something similar. Oh dear!
Got to the park eventually and not many folks around, but there were some new breeds of ducks around. The ducks with the black coloured heads and brown and grey feathered bodies. They were very aggressive towards all the other birds there, they even chased off and bit the Canadian Geese!
The rain eased off a bit, and I spent a good while with them, nattering away to them. Like one does. Ahem!
Then out and along the road and over into the Sainsbury store. Where I found they did not have any pod peas available – Humph! I got some potato farls and cakes, Lemon mousse, a Lamb hotpot and two tiny turnips.
Outside the rain was now horrendous! I got the half openable brolly out and made for the bus stop across the road. I thought I was being rather clever by catching a bus that goes a long way around to town route but drops me off closer to the next bus stop where I can catch the Derby bus and save getting soaked so much? Cunning!
Dropped off on King Street and down and through the Slab Square and up Friar Lane to the bus stop.
An i4 bus arrived shortly, and I was off on a ride through the villages route, into Derby.
I gave the crossword book a bashing, and even got one completely done with only having to look-up one answer! (Head swaggers slightly)
Despite the weather, I enjoyed the run-out, apart from one bloke shouting down his phone all the time. Eventually, he started using bad language, the F word crept into his conversation, and I just had to say something but resisted several times until I could no longer do so. I walked forward and tapped him on the shoulder and asked him quietly: “Could you please stop using bad language on your phone, there are elderly ladies on this bus?” I was so pleased with his reaction. He really didn’t know he was shouting put aloud. He apologised to the ladies, and I think he blushed. That result was far better than him telling to Go Forth and Multiply and head-butting me! Phew!
He got off the bus later and put his hand up in acknowledgement as he dismounted the bus. Jolly good chap.
Got into Derby bus station, the rain now wet again. Hehe! I wondered over into the Eagle Market.
What a sad place nowadays. Far more empty stalls than those in use.
Out and up to the London Road GUM clinic. Gave them the paperwork and in minutes they called me in to see Mr Redgrave, the surgeon who will be doing me in Nottingham later. Nice understanding Gentleman. About 60 years-of-age, a well-trimmed beard and patient with his patient. I could smell the pipe tobacco on his breath, and this got me missing mine. Hehe! Went to great lengths in advising me exactly what was to be done with Little Inchy’s problem. To be done under a local and he anticipated my being in and out in a day. He even explained any problems and how to deal with them following the procedure. I should hear within a week of a date, but I’m still on the Cancellation List and need to have everything ready at short notice. Gave me some leaflets. I thanked him so much, we both had a cup of tea brought in by a smiling nubile young lady. And, it was a nice strong cup of tea too!
Happy and contented I made my way back to the bus station in the rain, almost singing to myself and uncaring about getting soaked in the rain.
I got on another bus route to go back into Nottingham, the Y8 it was I think. As the bus went through Sandiacre, we passed a place that I had worked at in Security many years ago.
It used to be a Calor-gas supplier, now it had been cleared demolished and must have held hundreds of vehicles. This got the memory going.
Had a bash at the Crosswords again, but not so successfully this time.
Arrived in Nottingham and dropped off on Maid Marion Way in the drizzle and walked down St James’s Street into the Slab Square.
I’ve not been down here for some years, there had been many changes with new buildings.
Across the square as the rain got heavier again.
The Burke on the bike in this photograph all but hit the woman with white hair moments after I took this picture.
Tsk!
Up Queen Street and to the bus stop, turned out good timing as the last L9 bus was due in five minutes.
Tired and weary now, but happy with how the day had gone and the good news and information from Mr Redgate. Why he was a Mr and not Doctor I don’t know. But, then again, there is much I do not know. I had to fight falling asleep on the bus with all my might, but managed to, just.
Up to the flat and into the Throne Room.
Too weary to concentrate on doing any updating, so did this in the morning.
Felt a bit more like eating tonight. Used a portioned plate and had, farls and potato cakes, Quorn eggs, sage & onion slices, pickled onions, strong cheddar, fresh pod peas, mushrooms, Mushroom Pate, an apple, one thin wholemeal and a Lemon Fool, with caramelised onion pickle.
Looked good, tasted good, but the eyes were obviously larger than the stomach again. I left a lot on the plate.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications. The Pulse was tremendously high at 94.
Got the goggle-box going. Swiftly fell asleep.
Dreamt something about V-rocket making, with me as a designer and demanding that garlic is added to the explosives? But it seemed I and the others were of French origin?
Woke and off to the Porcelain Throne, and spent an inordinately long time, struggled to evacuate, messy. A follow up to the ‘Trots’ I’ve just got rid of?
Had a glass of spring water and got the head down again, without any problem.
