Wednesday 31st May 2017
Samoan: 31 Aso Lulu Me 2017
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!
Back to the TV and promptly fell asleep.
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.
Plodded along Front Street, not many folks out and about today.
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.
rumbled away suddenly.
Served it up, unsure if I was eating the right thing here for the innards situation?
rooftop…?
Got into Arnold and dropped off at the Sainsbury store.
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?)
so much yesterday, I had a similar meal to that one, but simpler.
Out and got the kettle on and did the Health Checks.Took the medications.
window was quite beautiful with the sun spreading over from behind and the clear skies.
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.
Restarted the computer to see if the sticking freezing and going unresponsive on Google might have improved – no, still there. Humph!
Up to the apartment and got the togs stored away. Sorted the nibble box and raffle prizes ready for tomorrow’s Tenants Social Hour.
Got the fodder done.
Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street and crossed over into the Victoria Centre (Mall) and up to the fruit & veg market.
Poddled to the bus stop.
Served it up in a partition plate.
inema 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.
Set off down Chestnut Walk towards the turn off for Winchester Street Hill.
photographicalisation of them from below.
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.
meant I had to break the stuff into two bags.
Put away shopping and medications and took the midday doses.
sh served up with a small pot of lemon yoghourt.
Looked nice outside when I went to make a mug of tea.
The other from the Cancer Screening Programme telling me no further action required.
Hello… the damned going unresponsive Google Chrome has started again!
I think you might. Bloody Virgin Media Internet has gone down now!!!
flimflammers, fraudsters, sharks, philargyrists, ingordigious, acquisitive, venal, money-grubbing, rapacious, and quomodocunquising!
Hitler and Stalin would have closed them down and Tony Blair would have bought them out!
get on Facebook’s TFZ page and my own failure to get the computer sorted out? It had to be said! Grumph!
Decided to turn off and read the Emotions book for while.
Got the meal prepared and consumed. Lamb hotpot with some extra gravy. Nice!
So very depressed now. Gave up on the computer, made and ate a massive meal and fell asleep.
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.
Which I’d never used before, and got into a pickle and a half trying to sort it.
Concentration destroyed by all this worry and failure to solve the issues.
Google Chrome sometimes.
Now I’ll see if this changes anything freezing wise?
0538hrs: Down to see if the drying had finished in the Laundry Room.
attire and stacked them in little piles to enable me to put them in the bag so that they need to come out.
Making a brew afterwards and the sky caught my eye, it looked a bit threatening to me.
Closed down the computer and got on with the ablutions. During which I suffered two Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpa incidents.
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.
remember to do this every night from here on in.
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?
So, here it is.
ess reading for a while.
BJ was there, and a few laughs were had.
Had a walk up Clinton Street window shopping.
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.
I got the meal, a stew of sorts served up.
ew 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.
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.
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.
Plodded onward in the wet onto Daybrook, the rain getting fiercer now.
Dropped off on King Street and down and through the Slab Square and up Friar Lane to the bus stop.
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.
Had a bash at the Crosswords again, but not so successfully this time.
Across the square as the rain got heavier again.
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.