Winwood Heights – Artists Impression
A bit of pure fun artwork from Inchcock
He did it on Sunday when he wasn’t feeling very well!
Welsh: Dydd Gwener 26 Hydref 2018
0040hrs: I woke with such a start! The brain automatically went off on one of its magpiety ridden, penitential, convoluted tours. Nit-picking, criticising and lambasting its way through the minds memories, fears, desires, regrets, hopes, and dreams, that dwell in my labyrinthine grey-cell box. Talk about self-chastisement and castigation. It felt like the brain was talking to me, as though I was not part of the body, a non-entity… that’s the best way I can describe it.
These, (possibly insanity prompted) discursive, fault-finding and animadversions, toyed around with and tested my saneness, for what seemed like an age. In fact, they lasted only a few minutes. Without any outcome, reasoning, reason or logical assessment of them ever being found. Going Bonkers comes to mind!
It’s a little concerning how easily I accepted these morning mental wanderings, almost as if they should be expected. A degree of reality returned.
As I regained some control over the brain, I realised I had a terrible thirst on me. I took a drink of the clementine juice from the mug on the Ottoman. Oh, dear, I seem to have grown several mouth ulcers on the upper gum and lip during the night? Now, how and why did that happen so quickly? Fortunately, I keep some medications on the tray on the Ottoman with the spare hearing aid batteries, including a tin of Lip Balm that has been there for months from my last bother with the ulcers.
I manipulated and coached my obesely potbellied short torso’d body, with its fluid filled legs and dangly arms out of the £300 second-hand recliner. (Not an easy task sometimes, Hehe!) The ailments were of no bother whatsoever, even Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis both seemed to be calm and kind to me. No signs of Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis, either. (This pleased me greatly after yesterdays hassle from them)
A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, but not an urgent one for once. I had already placed cans of either ‘Raid’, ‘Rentokil’ or ‘Sanmex’ bug killer sprays in each room to facilitate occasional spraying throughout the day. I gave the wet room a dose of anti-bug juice, (Five dead weevils, two live ones) before settling on the Throne. Read a page or two of the Clarkson Biography. The evacuation was fine, no bleeding from either the rear end or the Fungal Lesion.
Then into the spare room, where there were only around eight weevil corpses and just one live LadyBug.
To the kitchen, I couldn’t see any live Weevils, but the Bug Trap I had placed underneath the draw sets, had captured a good few of the little varmints. Some bigger ones, too!
How these Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles are still here in this cold weather beats me.
I put the kettle on and set about doing the Health Checks.
The weight has gone to a new highest-ever result. I am still determined to stop this increasing body mass (well, stomach-mass!) if I can.
The Sys, Dia, pulse, and Temp all seem okay.
Made the brew and took the Medications.
Got the computer on, and up to now as I type (0250hrs) the internet is still working reasonable fast, apart from a couple of moments of it sticking?
I let the tea go cold, and nipped into the kitchen to make a fresh brew.
I took this photographicalisation from the window. I thought it looked somewhat eerie but beautiful.
Got the computer on and began the updating of the Thursday post. It had a few blank spots in it, where I could not be sure of some bits of what had taken place after the Dizzy Dennis attack, but was not too bad, I think. Got it posted off.
0200hrs: Then I made a start on this diary, as far as here. Had a wee-wee. Made another brew of tea.
0305hrs: Then I had another go on CorelDraw, to see if I can get the TFZer Halloween series of graphics finished at last.
0800hrs: Phew! Got the TFZer Halloween graphics done and posted! I feel like I’ve been on them for hours… Silly me. The things I come out with! I have been on them for hours! Hehe! Here are a few of them.
Going to have a wee-wee and make a mug of tea now.
When I washed after passing, I noticed my facial pallor had a certain cadaverousness to it. Seeing this ashen hue, baulked me a bit.
I decided against working on the urgent diary page top graphics and to get the ablutions done. Shame that I haven’t any rouge in the wet room. Hahaha!
1130hrs: Changed my mind, doing the page headers. Got the ablutions done.
Took a panoramic shot from the kitchen window.
I called to see Angela and Roy, but they were not in. I’ll call in on the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens to ask if they can advise me about Angela and Roy’s situation.
I took this photo of Winchester Court, showing the swift progress being made on their balconies and new colour scheme.
I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin.
There were very busy, so as I waited, I took these three photographicalisations through the window in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin.
These are sturdy lads out there in the sunlight. Proof of how cold the sunshine was shows up in their choice of attire.
The Oberscharführeress Wardens made a moment to chinwag with me. I informed them of my concerns and asked if they could… Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself on my blog. Stabsfeldwebeless Deana was very kind and assisted me muchly. Thank You, Deana. ♥
I departed, on my hobble down Winchester Street to Sherwood and the Wilko store.
Where I came across some Nottinghamian Street Art. Shame, because apart from the dust on them, these boots looked newish to me.
Down the hill onto Mansfield road and called into Wilko’s. I came out with just some liquid soapflakes, a bottle of bleach and a pot of Ginko tablets.
I paid the girl on the checkout, and departed, out up the hill towards the bus stop at the top.
I observed in the Charity Shop window, the display in the window of the man in bandages, had been Incockyfied! Haha!
The original photo I took is on the left. Now, the living-dead model has glasses on, a bug on his stomach (possibly a large Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle?) and a book he will never read! Hehehe!
Further up the hill, I met Paul (I think that’s his name, but it might be Roger?) from the flats. I love listening to is tales of his younger days. We chatted as we waited for, on the bus and walking back to the apartments.
Unfortunately for me, Hippy Hilda started to play up as soon as I sat down on the bus? And stayed bothering me for ages this time.
Paul got off the elevator, and I made my way home. A wee-wee, the first task.
Got the nosh sorted out and served up.
Haricot beans with some tomato passata added as they cooked, then drained them. A beef pie with the rusty lid removed. (Calorie-fat reduction tactic wot I adopted) And a few low-calorie oven chips (Eurgh!)
Flavour Rating of 6.2/10 was given.
All as part of my newly adopted diet-plan.
I ate this deliberately slowly and masticated the food thoroughly. Not easy with all my missing teeth! Haha!
I did do a bit of nibbling afterwards. Guilt-Ridden Mode Adopted! But I stopped myself when I realised what I was doing. (Well, I fell asleep!) This food abstaining and attempted slenderisationing is not easy. I’m having my pathetic will-power tested to the extreme! It’s when I get feeling down, depressed and the ailments are bad. That’s when I think my weakest points will come. My resolve, discipline and moderateness will be at their most significant risk of failure at these times! I feat that dysbulia will let me down.
Did the Health Checks, took the medications and settled into the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.
I put in the Das Boot DVD into the machine. Back in to the recliner to watch the film… Zzzz!
Danish: Torsdag den 25 Oktober 2018
0000hrs: Woke, reluctant to stir. Fell asleep again. Had a dream, something involving my younger days and the mistakes and wrong choices made.
0105hrs: I was still reluctant to leave my pleasant nocturnalness.
As an unintended agrypnotic, as I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner, I gave myself a toe-stubbing of nocive agony! I caught the corn at the same time. That woke me up alright! I managed to contain the urge to cry-out, so as not to disturb my conjoining neighbours.
Limpingly, I responded to the call for a wee-wee and made sure I had some Rentokil Bug Killer with me, so I could do an investigation and elimination patrol for the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.
In the wet room, they seemed to have called up their Territorial Reserve Battalion from somewhere. There were some dead ones, but mostly the little illegal immigrants were alive and active. Not for long, the spray did its job. I’ll hoover up the corpses later when I can use the noisy vacuum.
Into the spare room, where I found far less of the little varmints on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge.
All of these were dead, so the spray is still working on some of them, at least.
Then I went off to the kitchen, got the kettle on, the sphygmomanometer ready for the Health Checks to be done.
I’d got a recycling bag made up from yesterday to take down later. It had some Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the outside of it, and a LadyBug as well. The Weevils on this bag were much larger than the others elsewhere in my infested Nottingham City Homes apartment. A few dead ones found around, but not many.
These invaders count seems to change every morning. And, how come no other flat has them? This is highly discriminatory. I may write to the European Court of Human Rights about it… No, maybe not! Hehe!
The hemadynamometer worked first-try this morning.
The Sys and Dia were both well down for a change. But, the Pulse and Temp remain at the same was yesterday, high.
I shall try to get a bit of hobbling, perhaps around town done today, after the Winwood Social Meeting. Or, maybe a walk to Arnold and feed the mallards… maybe not though, I’ll be tempted to but fodder I don’t need? No, best a bus to town and wander around the side street and alleyways taking photographicalisations to put on the TFZer site.
Took the medications, made a brew… and had to go for a Porcelain Throne visit. I hope it’s not going to be like yesterdays multiple sessions! I took a Dia-Limit capsule, just in case.
On the computer. Got the Wednesday diary updated and posted off to WordPress.
Went on the TFZer Facebook.
The Morrison fodder is arriving twixt 0600>0700hrs, so I’d better get the ablutions done now. No shower, cause it would make noise this early and get me in deep-water with my neighbours.
He showed up as I was typing in the above paragraph.
I got the bags sorted out.
I’d ordered some Sourdough sliced bread for today. Not cheap, but I do hope its good and tasty.
I received a free tea-bag of Yorkshire Evening Tea, decaffeinated. And a can of Pale Ale. I’ll give these away later.
I now have a well-stuffed refrigerator with lots of fodder, to keep me going for a few days at least, Hehehe!
Off to the Social Meeting, taking the big white bag of recyclable waste down with me, and dropping off two black bags of rubbish, popping them in the chute on the way down.
The welcoming, but, the cold sun was shining outside.
I took the recyclable bag to the caretaker’s door.
Where I noticed one of the workers working on setting up some window frames.
I wasn’t sure if he was doing these for the new Extra Care Block, or for finishing off the few odd balconies on Woodthorpe Court. These are the ones that could not be finished earlier due to support bars for the hoist going through to the wall.
Then I took a snap of another chap in his giant fork-lift come plant machine as I passed him by.
I suffered a very mild Dizzy Dennis attack at this point. It did not last for too long it was a bit too strong for my liking.
However, things were back to normal within a couple of minutes, and I managed to keep my balance without too much effort.
I spotted that some of the scaffolding had been removed from the new Extra Care Block.
This revealed some of the outer skin of the building, showing the new, different colouring for the block.
I like it!
I pressed on and arrived at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Oberstgruppenführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Where a scarcity of tenants was found to attend.
I put the prizes on the trolley, handed around the nibbles and has a few chinwags. Things were going well thanks to Cyndy helping by taking over while Jenny is in India on holiday.
Abruptly, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I had hoped to catch the bus to town, but would now miss it, as I had to get to the flat and the wet room sharpishly. I had to say my farewells and leave hastily.
I did take this photographicalisation of the crowded road near the bus stop outside the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Catwalk Models Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.
As I was walking along Chestnut Walk to the apartment, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun paid me another visit. This time a long one from Dizzy that put the wind up me for a while. I stood for ages leaning up against the fencing, pretending to be looking at the New Build progress. I’m not sure what happened then, but I found myself in the lift cage as things came back into perspective. No hassle from Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun now, and I felt okay, apart from the urgency of needing another visit to the Porcelain Throne. Bit of a blank period, I think. Not much distinctness about the last few minutes.
I got inside and to the wet room instanter!
Sat upon the Throne, the mind wandered over and considered the situation. I decided not to risk going out. This being my third or fourth visit. Plus the apparent threat of Dennis’s Dizzies and Shaun’s Shaking returning. The evacuation was no bother.
I took a magnesium and Ramipril capsule with the midday medications and got the Health Checks done. Pulse still high?
I’ve made notes to tell the nurse about at Tuesday’s INR Warfarin blood test.
I tried doing some graphics, but the concentration went after doing a couple of them. No more Dizzies, though.
Then, I just know that you are going to find this terribly had to believe.
Even staggering, amazing, astonishing, astounding, confounding, incredible, mind-boggling, overwhelming, shocking, stunning, surprising, unbelievable, mind-blowing, and that it all a fantasy… but
I did a good bug spraying in each room bar the one where I sleep in the £300 second-hand recliner.
I took this panoramic shot of down below, from the kitchen window when @I did the last Health Checks and took the medications.
Sorted the nosh. Served it up. Ate most of it.
The slice of Warburtons Toastie bread with sourdough was unstimulating, bland and flavourless. The rest of the meal just about passable. 5/10 Taste-Rating.
I put the TV on after consulting the programme listings and picking out a few to watch… but I fell asleep within a minute… Zzzz. Nice!
German: Mittwoch 24 Oktober 2018
2320hrs: Early wake-up time, I know. But I had a funny turn yesterday and fell asleep really early. Yet on waking-up, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, and Duodenal Donald had all stopped giving me hassle! (Fair enough, Duodenal Donald returned with his stabbing pain an hour or so later, Humph!) The brain seemed to become active sooner as well, no blague nonsense rumbling around in there either. (I wasn’t sure if I should be happy about this or not?)
As I tackled the exiting of my torso with the tremendously bulbous stomach attached, from the £300 second-hand recliner, I spotted signs of my having committed some nocturnal nibbling! The contents of the pot of potato thins and cheeselets had decreased dramatically! Eizel! The summoning from the innards to use the Porcelain Throne arrive.
The evacuation was a decent one.
I spotted around ten dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, one alive, a big un as well! So got the can of spray and squirted the wet room, emptied the spray, so I got another to investigate the spare room. About fifteen Weevils on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, all around the little holes in the sealant, all dead. Into the kitchen. Only about ten Weevil bodies found in there, none alive and no LadyBugs today.
Did the Health Checks and tool the medications. Results were not good, mind.
I set about creating a post with all the sky pictures from yesterday and adding writing pose and some humorous drivel.
A second call to the Throne arrived. Longer session t his one, I got a couple of pages of the book read.
Back to the computer, and concentrated on the Picture/funny Poem blog.
Two hours or so later, a third demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Evacuation same as the last one.
Back to the blog making. Eventually, I got it finished and posted off. Phew, a long job that one was!
Then I had to update and finish yesterday’s blog.
Made a brew and then… Back to the Porcelain Throne for the fourth time! Getting worried about this, now. Where is it coming from? Hehe!
Went on the WordPress Reader section, then finished off the diary and posted it off.
Next, on to the TFZer Facebook to add photographs to the albums.
I went on the YouTube thingy while I waited for it to be late enough to use the noisy shower to do my ablutions.
Had a spray around with the ‘Sanmex Bug Killer. Then went to get the ablutions sorted out.
Dang and botherations! I needed a fifth session on the throne! Oh dearie me! Not runny either?
Several Weevils had appeared again, so I collected to bodies up.
Teggies and shaving were done, I was about to get into the shower and what came over the air-waves on the Radio Nottingham News…
There had been stabbings and attempted murder! All with a short distance of the Nottingham Arboretum!
Blimey, that is close to where I was hobbling around on Monday, too! Oy Gevalt!
Visitors and tourists are all welcomed to Nottingham.
I took two black bags to the waste chute on the way out.
I took two black bags to the waste chute on the way out.
I had a quick natter with Pint-Puller and Perambulator Paulius and another chap. I forgot to ask his name.
Took a shot of Winchester Court and part of the New Build. The lads were up on the hoists grafting away.
I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin.
I had a natter with Oberfeldwebeless Deana and Stabsfeldwebeless Julie and Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Lynne. Ah, I nearly forgot, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. Suffice to say we spoke.
A new bit of Nottinghamian Street Art was spotted, towards the end of Chestnut Walk.
Apparently, the inspection pit and had been destroyed by vehicles, most likely wagons or lorries parking up on the grass verge.
Not that poor devils have much choice in the matter, like!
Still, it’ll come in use, as somewhere for folks to throw their half-eaten fooder and bottles down into. At least somebody has put a damaged piece of barrier over it for us old fogies. So, we can trip over it, as opposed to falling down the hole. Which I think is prospectively the better choice, injury-wise? I thank you!
I pressed on down Winchester Street Hill.
Pleased to report that part of the footpath was accessible this morning, mind you, some of the workers, merchants, and tradespeople had not yet arrived on site. Those that had parked had left me with up to three foot of pavement width to walk on, as opposed to Monday’s three-inches, so things were improving.
The expressions the Sherwoodite’s faces depicted that a mood of Dysphoria was being shared around by all and sundry.
I went into the shop and grabbed two of the orange and vanilla croissants. They had no lemon that I could see. But being on offer, I still bought two. I want to be able to treat Frank when he gets back off of holiday, I’d already got a treat in the spare room for Jenny. Oh, and Pennies Birthday present too. I got a sliced loaf, some Sopocka and a tin of beef and peas as well.
I hobbled back to Winchester Street. As I turned the corner, with the feet aching like crazy, I noticed that I had just missed two buses, the L9 and the 40. As they both past me by, it dawned on me that it didn’t matter really, for two reasons.
As I got about half-way up the hill, I had to stop to catch my breath. Anne Gyna was giving me bother.
But, it was not all gloom. For the sunshine got through straight ahead of me before the first bend in the road. I didn’t think that the photo on the left would come out good at all, but as you see, it wasn’t too bad an effort.
I then turned to my left, to take a long distance snap, of the top of both blocks of flats, up Cavendish Vale. But the picture did not show up on the viewer? I’m confused about what I did wrong here?
So, I took this shot of Winchester Street instead.
I tackled the last stretch up the hill, and within a minute of getting on the flat on Chestnut Walk, Anne Gyna eased off. Even Hippy Hilda was not so bad now.
I only saw one resident on the walk along to the flats. I think the workers might have been on their lunch break.
Up the elevator to the flat, and had a wee-wee. As I did, I thought I felt a little gurgling from the lower regions, surely not a sixth Porcelain Throne session brewing up, I thought. What’s going on here?
I got the fodder from the bag, put the Sopocka cooked pork in the fridge. Sarnies and sliced potatoes with tomatoes methinks later on.
I want to stay awake and get some graphics prep work done if I can. It will depend on when the sudden Weariness and tiredness dawns on me. Humph!
Made a brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications… then…
It arrived. Incredible! The sixth visit to the Porcelain Throne! Not loose or anything, getting fed-up with this though.
Washed up well, and back to the computer to update this blog as far as here!
Then added some photographs to the TFZer Facebook.
Got the nosh sorted and served. And very nice it was too!
Buttered fresh bread, tomatoes, sliced seasoned potatoes, pickled gherkins, smoked mackerel in veg sauce, a few potato thins and a lemon mousse to follow.
Gave this effort a 9.2/10 Flavour-Rating.
Did the last Health Checks and took the medications.
The emptied plate and tray on the chair and I drifted off with the TV on, within minutes!
Marathi: मंगळवार 23 ऑक्टोबर 2018
0025hrs: I woke with the brain and body in (semi) alignment for once. The aches and pains from yesterdays marathon hobble to the Arboretum were assessed, as I slowly moved and prodded the affected areas and passed wind.
Arthur Itis in the ankles and knees was not too bad. Lower-Back Pain Petunia and Hippy Hilda were both niggling, but acceptable under the circumstances. Duodenal Donald and Hernia Harry were of no hassle whatsoever. Both of the fibulas were painful and stiff, as to be expected, though. Anne Gyna was no bother. The only thing that was of any real concern was the possible returning pains in the ribs. I just hope that the Pleurodynia is not beginning, this would be unwelcome. Last time I suffered with it, I had to use far too many painkillers to cope with it. I’m trying to reduce the medications I’m on, not increase them. Still, I’m off the morphine now and trying to get by with fewer Codeines. If the Pleurodynia does return though, I shall not hesitate to use more opiates for pain relief. Not much gets to me pain-wise, but if this pleuralgia pain, I do not like. There I go waffling on again! Klutz! Expecting the worst. Fool! Not that I’m all that keen on the other ailments. Hehehe!
When I dismounted the £300 second-hand but working circa 1972 recliner, the ankles and plates-of-meat were worse than I had expected. So, I decided to rub in some of the Phorpain Gel. Sounds easy doesn’t?
Not the rotund shape my fat-wobbly stomach is in, it isn’t! In my younger years, I honestly never thought I would ever have such trouble getting to reach my feet. By the time I’d got the pain-gel partly rubbed in, I had started Anne Gyna off, Reflux Roger had kicked-off, and Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit! I just can’t win, can I? Humph!
Then the innards summoned me to the Porcelain Throne. A much-improved evacuation session. I got three pages of the ‘Catastrophy’ book read, and they are big pages. Haha!
Cleaning up after the blood-free session, it dawned on that I could only see about ten or so dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle bodies on the wet room floor this morning. Dare I think that things are improving and I am winning the battle at last? Oh, no! Had a heavy spray around again, depleting another can of Bug Killer! I got a new can of ‘Raid’ Spray and had a reconnoitre in the spare room.
Oh dearie me! I found about 22 dead weevils and four live ones (Of questionable breeds if beetles?) on the sill of the unwanted light and view-limiting new window.
I thought, and feared that the dang things might be getting some sort of resistance, developed an ability to withstand the expensive bug killers that I’m using?
Off to have a patrol of the kitchen. Where only a handful of dead corpses were found.
Got the hands washed and tended to the Health Checks.
Astonished, at the Sys Dia and Pulse, results all being higher today compared to Monday. But, I must not allow myself to get all valetudinarian-like!
I made a brew of Assam tea with just a splash of milk in it. And got on with updating then finalising the Monday post. A long gruelling job, with all the photographs from the Arboretum visit to sort out. I got it finished around 0400hrs.
Got an email from Asda (Walmart).
I’d forgotten why I stopped using them for deliveries.
I remember now!
I went into the kitchen to make another mug of tea and decided to take a photograph from the window. Low and behold, there was the Asda (Walmart) delivery van.
Everything was there as the Email. Although why I would want Cheese Sticks as a substitute for shredded potato hash browns still puzzles me.
Got the stuff put away and went on WordPress Reader, then CorelDraw to do some blog page header graphics.
Oberstgruppenführeress Warden Deana rang. ‘Had I done my alarm wristlet battery check yet this month’ Of course I hadn’t, so I did. Hehe!
I did some graphics prep work for hours on end.
Health Checks were done with medications.
Got a visit from Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun again. Incapable of concentrating on anything. Turned off the computer and got an early nosh sorted.
I did notice how beautiful the sky looked with the suns crepuscular rays coming through the clouds. Thanks to Tim in New Mexico, for telling me the word for them in a comment!
Here is my favourite of the photographs I took of the sky.
In the morning I made up a post with all of the pictures taken and added some humorous prose to go with them.
Got the last Health Checks done early.
Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun left me alone, and this hated weariness arrived. I did nothing but sit until I fell asleep ridiculously early… Ay-yay-yay!
Scots Gaelic: Diluain 22 Dàmhair 2018
0000hrs: Woke, feeling much better than last night. The mind had given back a limited amount of control to my brain. A degree of appetence had returned.
I lay perched on top of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, appreciative that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were both absent.
I decided that an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle assessment would be a good idea, first task!
A wee-wee was needed, so I started the reconnaissance patrol in there.
Amazingly, I found only two live weevils, no live ones in there, and, the possible reason why; a tiny spider. Whether this minuscule arachnid would be big enough to actually eat one of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, Hmm. I wouldn’t have thought so? I left him or her to it anyway, just in case, he was searching for his breakfast.
To the spare room, and found ten or so dead weevils on the light and view-blocking new window ledge and two live ones on a box. I dispatched them to snout-beetle heaven.
To the kitchen, and found only three dead ones! But there was a large LadyBug on the light and view-blocking new window ledge. I left the Ladybird in peace. Who knows, the reduction in the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle this morning, maybe thanks to this bug?
Then, as it had grown more urgent now, I finally got to have my wee-wee.
Got the Health Checks done.
The readings were down this morning.
Well, all apart from temperature, and the weight, of course!
I must try to get a hobble in today if I can.
Took the medications.
Got the computer on, to finish off and finalise yesterday’s diary… and…
A long time later, it came back on, slowly. I struggled but got the Sunday Diary finished and posted off. Had a go on the WordPress Reader.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Excellent Evacuation! Bloodless, and sufficiently substantial enough to allow me to read four pages of the Clarkson book.
I made a start on this blog up to here and chose to get the washing done.
Gathered the things needed and down to the laundry room. It was a bit nippy this morning!
Nipped outside to take a couple of photographicalisations.
It seemed eerie for some reason, then I heard noises from the trees area and came back in sharpish.
I noticed the electronic sign near to the lift doors was telling me I could be an Ace Inspector! I’d love to, but there is not enough time every day as it is to do anything else. Due to my habit or hobby of falling asleep earlier each day! Hehe!
Back up to the flat.
Did some more work on this diary.
Then down to move the washing into the dryer.
Back up again to the apartment, and got on with blogging.
I thought about where I could go for my hobble later. I reckon to the arboretum. I’ll get the mallard and pigeon food in the bag now, while I think of it. I can call in Lidl to get some of there tasty Assam Tea bags and bread, as I limp through Carrington, perhaps, if I remember to… will I, though? Maybe, maybe not… or should I… Change of thought took over, off to the wet room for another wee-wee.
Back to the computer, and went on the TFZ Facebook site.
0440hrs: Back down to collect the laundry. Cleaned out the filter and wiped the drum, back again to the flat.
Tried to download some TFZer Halloween graphics to amend and use, then…
Computer turned off. Swore, then went to get the ablutions sorted. Took the black bags to the waste chute.
I decided to have a walk to the Arboretum for sure. Checked that the Mallard and Pigeon were in the bag, made a shopping list for Lidl: Tomatoes, bread or cobs and the Assam Tea (determined not to buy owt not-needed!).
I set off, still a bit cool, but the walking should put that right. Along Chestnut Walk and threw a good morning to Wardens Deana and Julie through the window on the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin.
As I turned right onto Winchester Street Hill, the Pavement Parkers had just filled the footpath entirely with their cars!
That was nice of them, I thought!
Between the first vehicle (well, the first eight cars actually) and the mesh-fencing, they had left about 4 inches for pedestrians to walk in! Grumph!
This is where I had to walk down the hill!
Still, only for a few hundred yards, then I got back on the pavement, just in time to cross the road to go down the incline. Oy Vey!
The sun was breaking through and causing some nice views. I did take a photograph that I thought would come out as a ‘Moody’ one. But instead, it disappeared into the ether never to be seen again!
Near Hall Street, anyone parking on the double yellow lines would have had a reasonable excuse. Hehehe!
I limped along onto Mansfield Road. I called into the Continental Food Store, with hopes of finding some of the square lemon sliced cakes on sale. But they had still not got any in stock. Although I did get a lemon croissant. Never tried them before.
I got a decent pace on, although I was in no rush, up and over the hill and into Carrington.
A depressing looking hamlet nowadays.
I called into the Lidl shop as planned. And kept Mostly to the shopping list. The Assam tea, tomatoes and White Scottish rolls, I was just tempted by their Lemon & Lime yoghourt and bought one.
As I passed the college, a Herbert of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist student young gentleman came close to hitting me as he came from behind at speed.
It gave me a jump, and I called out to him, thanking him. For which I got the two-finger gesticulation in reply. I hoped he might fall off of his pushbike as he wobbled a bit, but no such luck!
Along to the Gregory Boulevard/Mansfield Road traffic islands junction.
Anne Gyna was playing up a bit, but Hippy Hilda and Lower Backpain Petunia were a lot worse. Hehehe! Like the new name?
Half-way up the hill, I crossed over the road at the pelican lights.
Up to Forest Road East and left down North Sherwood Street.
I stopped for w while near the Guinness Trust’s Colville Court. An aged person’s dwelling. I went to see about moving there before I came to Woodthorpe Court. I visited and had a look around and spoke with one of the wardens.
I was impressed with what they offered. The single flats were about the same size as the one I’m in now. A nurse on site 24/7. Communal cooking facilities. Communal lounge with snooker table and TV. Your flat had an option of cleaners weekly. The heaters were not on night-heating. A bus to the supermarket every Tuesday and Friday laid on. The staff do a visual check on you every day; unless you ask them not to. CCTV was internal and external. Hairdresser and laundry service available. I was deciding about whether to go there or not, then they told me the rent. Cor Blimey!
I got to the entrance and into the Arboretum. Walked towards the, what locally is known as Muggers Bridge or Tunnel.
As I walked under the roadway, I could smell an aroma I have never encountered before.
A sweet, yet unpleasantly nasal blocking smell? I suppose the nearest thing I can think of, would be cooking tripe with honey? Just thought I’d mention it.
I viewed the Chinese cannons from a distance. I was going to walk up and have a closer view, but I saw some youths lurking around them.
I got to my beloved duck pond eventually, after stopping to smell flowers and looking at wildlife. Squirrels, blackbirds, mice and what I think might have been a mole, as I hobbled to the Mallards.
My heart lifted when I saw that there were many of them there today. Sometimes, like the last visit, when they had all disappeared?
I shall only put this one photo of the birds on here because I intend to do another post dedicated to them.
It still amazes me, how the Mallards and Pigeons live together in such Harmony. At the Nottingham Canal, they fight and squabble all the time, then the Canada and Egyptian geese and join in. The Pochards get involved as well.
I spent an hour or so feeding and nattering with them. Hehehe!
The walk up into town set-off Anne Gyna and Lower Backpain Petunia. But once I was on the level, they both eased off for me. I’d just missed the L9, so caught a number 40.
I took this bit of Nottingham Nature on St Anns Well Road from the bus window. Bootifull don’t you think?
When we got to Winchester Street, the Gas people had blocked off the up-the-hill side of the road. I got off at the usual stop, and with all the traffic turning off to find a different way through to the Mapperley Top, I got over the road with ease and little danger for a change.
Walked back to the flats, met Doreen. Poor thing was drained and tired. We had a natter though before I had to get a move on to the wet room!
I got in a set about updating this blog.
Made a brew, and took this panoramic type shot from the kitchen window. It looks lovely in the sunshine, but it was not warm at all. Brr!
A decent little hobble today.
Made all the more enjoyable by not having to rush around at it.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Updated this post, which cost me a long time.
Then made up the Arboretum Blog, making it with a bit humorous comments, and posted it off.
Got the meal served up.
Prok Knuckle buttered cobs, potato letters and tomatoes with onion salt.
The Asda (Walmart) potato letter were very soft and bland inside. The vanilla and lemon croissant was too sweet but passable. The Scottish buns and Polish pork were great!
Overall flavour-rating, 7.4/10.
Fell asleep with the tray on my bulbous stomach, and somehow or other, it stayed there until I woke up at 0025hrs!
Italiano: Domenica 21 Ottobre 2018
0030hrs: Woke, with no signs of the bedevilled mood of last night. In fact, I was mentally feeling somewhat spontaneously perky, chirpy and kinetic. No damp, wet feelings from Little Inchies fungal lesion area and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were only itching, no pain, no bleeding.
I even found I was humming and singing to myself before I’d tackled the usually painful and challenging job of removing my flobby-stomach-dominated torso from the £300 second-hand recliner. Which I did, without any Accifauxpa, Whoopsiedangleplop or toe-stubbing! Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun both kept off, as well. Hippy Hilda let me be, as well!
This mental qui vive, I found incredible, unnatural and synthetic to my lifestyle. If I could understand why I felt like this, to realise the reason, then maybe I could relax more. My high EQ warned me that things would soon deteriorate! Yet, I ignored it for once, carried on singing and got myself up.
I decided to go on my morning parasiticide mission, with a can of both ‘Raid’ and ‘Sanmex’ killer sprays at hand!
The results: Kitchen: 1 live Weevil – three dead. Wet Room: 21 dead Weevils – two live ones. Spare Room: 30 or so dead Weevils – two live! Add to this, in the wetroom I felt sure the one live beast was of a different race or type. But he disappeared down the hole in the floor covering corner sealant before I could get a better look. Tsk!
Washed the hands and returned to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
Took the medications with some spring water. Made a brew of tea, and the need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne arrived. By gum, it was good one too! No bleeding at all! Far less liquidified, I even managed to read a couple of pages of Jeremy Clarkson unofficial biography.
Got the computer on, while crossing my fingers that the $111.9 million salaried CEO of Liberty-Global Virgin Media, Mr Fries, might have got the connection working correctly again. All seemed to be working. It comes to something when one has to mention this so often.
I set about finishing off the Saturday post. Took me around two hours.
Then I went on TFZer Facebooking. Got some graphics I’d done posted as well.
I added these to the Facebook album for each TFZer gal, and the Facebook gallery of TFZer Transport album, and put them on the TFZer site as well.
On to WordPress comments, there were tons of them to reply to.
But I soon got them both done. Hehe!
Made a start on this blog as far as here.
Then as I went to make another brew of tea, the view outside looked grand, some I fetched the camera to take some shots across from left to right.
Things seemed to be going well as I hung out of the window to take the photographicalisation.
For some reason, the close up of the moon did not turn out much like it actually looked to the naked eye? I took several pictures of the yellow moon above the horizon of the buildings, but none of them proved to be a good one.
This is the best of the bunch. The last two were, I think the only ones that came out alright.
On the last one at the bottom, shows the new unwanted light and view-blocking balcony.
Of course, you can’t see the warped wooden flooring, bird-poo covered glass, or the whatever it is crumbling from the ceiling, which is the old underpart of the balcony above. But, the bird’s feathers, fleas, LadyBugs and nuts and bolts give it a bit of character, though.
Really though, we tenants are being treated to a £2M upgrade. Fair enough it’s about 19 months now and still a long way to go, much more to come. My fear is the fitting of the Fire Sprinklers. Well, not the fitting, but the mess that will be left behind. Mostly from the electricians and any plasterers. Let’s face it with the plasterer ruining my carpets, they will need replacing, curtains and blinds buying for all the windows and a mass of cleaning up and sorting out to do when it is finally finished. I’d better stop thinking about it now, I’m upsetting myself. Hehehe!
When it came to my closing the new window, after completing the photographicalisationing, things got a tad embarrassing.
The intelligent design of the new unwanted window handles are.
Clever stuff, eh! That is until a Klutz like me uses them.
For the life of me, I could not get the handle to go down, to close it after use. Much grunting and selecting words of a dubious nature, did not help. Eventually, I worked it out. If you catch and move the key in the lock, even an eighth of an inch from centre, the mechanism will not shut. Ah, well, now I know! Hehe!
Back on to CorelDraw to work on some graphics. Got a lot done from the photographs I took from Gaynor’s flat window. ♥ I faded weary-wise quickly as I finished doctoring these graphics. Here they are… The Willmott-Dixon lads and contractors! I’ll use some later as Inchcock Today page headers as well.
Making the meal, I had an attack from Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, only short ones, but they left me with sudden dysbulia and weariness. My life and will-power batteries had abruptly run out.
I felt so tired and incapable of mental rationale.
It was very odd, but I only ate one bit of the bread and a couple of spoonfuls of the beef and bean stew, before just giving up, taking the tray into the kitchen and disposing of the fodder. After all that effort to make the dish in the first place, and get it right, too! Ay-yay-yay!
Then I sat down and had hours of nodding-offs, for times varying from a minute to five-minutes and almost jumping awake again repeatedly. The brain showed no interest, subservient to my condition of being befuddled at my own acceptiveness of the situation.
Croatian: Subota, 20 Listopada 2018
0025hrs: I came to semi-life, the first thing I noticed was the empty plate on the meal tray on the next chair. So empty, it looked like I’d licked it clean. Hehe!
The mind wandered, Gaynor, what day was it, why am I half-in, half-out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Are Jenny and Frank having a good time on their holiday. Harold’s Haemorrhoids felt so much better. Did I take last night’s medications?
I’d been having some nocturnal phantasms, but I could remember nothing about them.
There were no signs of my having been nocturnally nibbling! Smug-Mode Adopted!
I lurched slowly, and while spending a fair amount of time extracting myself from the recliner, I decided to do an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles reconnaissance patrol.
I found some live and active bigger weevils that had got into the bag where I keep the mallard and pigeon food in the spare room. Dang things! I cleaned out the carrier and washed it. Plenty of Raid spray applied. Also found some dead ones in the wet room and kitchen.
Got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Dia 165 – Sys 88 – Puls 89 – Temperature 32.1 and Weight 15.33.
Off to the wet room for evacuational procedures to be carried out on the Throne. This was a good session again. The tiniest bit of bleeding, that was all.
Got the computer on, and after a few minutes, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down.
While it was down, I thought I’d do up the INR and Health Check record on Excel. But, the file had disappeared again!
The internet came back on an hour or so later, so I got on with updating yesterday’s diary. With all the events of very hectic but enjoyable happenings and photographs from Friday, this took me over seven hours! Good job I’ve got nowt on today!
Just as I managed to get it sent off – The Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down once again! Grrr!
I started to use MS Word to start this blog going. Of course, being a Microsoft programme, it might also disappear into the ether never to be seen again!
Another hour or so later, after turning everything off and restarting, I tried the $111.9 million salaried Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, again. Ah, it’s back on! Perhaps I should make a collection amongst the other poor fools in the block, who have Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet… by way of thanking him, like? Hehehe!
I went on to Facebook to get updated with the photographs in case of Mr Fries internet goes down again. Which it did three hours later.
Got some Facebooking done before it went off, though.
Moved onto CorelDraw to do some fun graphics.
Damned internet packed up again!
Got the nosh sorted.
Not too bad, but certainly not one of the bestest. The ham was bland tasting, the potatoes were the same.
Everything else was fine.
Flavour Rating of only 602/10!
Fell asleep so early again! Tsk!
Welsh: Dydd Gwener 19 Hydref 2018
0005hrs: Woke, thought for a moment about the laundry needing to be done, passed-wind and fell back to sleep.
0025hrs: Stirred again, somniferously.
The right eyelid was sticking closed again and had to be gently eased and prised into opening up.
I wiggled in the £300 second-hand recliner, to see if the rear-end repair procedure was hurting or bleeding. There was some itching, but this was to be expected. Good result, I could sense no discomfiture at all. Feeling good! My thanks and appreciation to the medics!
For once, and rare for me, I felt I’d like to stay laying there for a while, and let the grey-cells ponder to their heart’s content. But, the need for a wee-wee arrived. Oy Vay!
I disconnected my body, with its obesely potbellied short torso and fluid-filled legs and dangly arms from the now working recliner again, and off to the wet room.
I found a few of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the floor and three live ones.
I sprayed some of the Bug Killer around. Had a wash of the dandies, and went to check the other rooms for the infestationing weevils.
The spare room’s unwanted light and view-blocking new windows with the holes in the plastering from installation was inundated with all dead weevils the full length of the inner ledge.
The kitchen had a lot of dead weevils that will need hoovering up later when the noise will not disturb any of my neighbours.
I got the Health Checks done, the sphygmomanometer working first time this morning.
The Sys, Dia and Pulse all up a bit again compared to yesterday’s AM checks.
Made a brew and took the medications. Then, back to the wet room and Porcelain Throne for evacuational duties. Which turned out to be almost enjoyable, pain-free, blood free and not as loose as it has been. Now I’m worried… I always am when something goes right for me… it’s unnatural. Hehe!
Washing afterwards, I could not help but notice the bouncing flesh around my ample midriff. And to think that in January, I wanted to lose 10 pounds this year. Ah, well, only 18 to go!
Back in the kitchen to make another brew, and the moon was seeable for once. None of the usual mist was concealing it, so I took this photograph on the right.
Started the computer, only to find that the Liberty-global Virgin Media Internet was not allowing me access to anything.
Annoyed, I closed down the Firefox and tried to open Google, the same thing. Tried Firefox again, and hey-presto, it worked?
I found my scribbled reminder hanging on top of the computer screen, about going up to Gaynor’s flat to take some photographs, after 1030hrs this morning. Kind of her to let me, bless her cotton socks.
Updated this blog up to here, then went on to update yesterday’s post and get it sent off. All finished now. Onto the WordPress Reader section.
The TFZer Facebooking to add pictures and a read. Spent hours doing this, enjoyed it mind!
Ablutions tended to, and I got the meat in the bag with the other things and went on a farcical absurd mystery trip on the elevator to go up one level to the 13th floor to drop of the pork at Roy’s place. Here’s how it went:
No one was in at Roy’s. Back to my own ramshackle flat on the 12th, to change my hearing aid batteries that had both died a sudden death.
Out again and into the ghost-lift. Pressed for the 15th floor, and it stopped at the 14th floor, and there was no one waiting to get in. Doors closed and I arrived on the 15th floor. I will hand the pork to Cyndy and Eric, cause I know it will not be wasted with Eric liking pork a lot. There was no one in! Humph!
Back to my own Weevil infested flea-pit. One of the plastic mould tubes and got blocked with ear-wax and needed clearing, which I did. I had aimed to arrive at Gaynor’s flat for 1030hrs, but it was already gone that. On the way out, my next door neighbour came out to take her bag to the recycling. I took it with me for her as I was going that way.
I got a bit confused then, and went down to the ground floor instead of up to the 15th! Still, I dropped off the recycling bag in the big bin, then back up once again to Gaynor’s apartment. I met Eric coming back in and handed him the pork steaks. Hopefully, I can get the food-ordering process right next time. Glad that the food was not wasted, though.
I was welcomed by the delightful Gaynor, who was having her daughter visit and stay with her a while, which was sweet and heart-warming to see.
We had a natter between us, and Gaynor led me to her kitchen, (which puts mine to shame Hehe!), and set me up to take photographs from the window in there. I took this attempted panoramic shot first.
Straight ahead shot. Capturing the Woodthorpe Grange Park, and to the left, park of the kiddies play area and in the background left, Daybrook and Arnold hamlets. The builder’s scaffold for the hoists on the left too.
Then, to the right. Mapperley area. The aerial array of TV and mobile communication sticking up on the skyline in the distance. Both beautiful views, a bit like Gaynor, really. ♥
Then, the external hoist started to go up and down. The two chaps were a social pair, and Gaynor warned them of what I might do with doctoring the photographs, adding a young lady perhaps? Hehe! They did laugh! Here are the pictures I took, for ‘doctoring’ later.
I’m looking forward to creating them tomorrow. Well, I do like making folks smile and laugh! Haha!
A straight down picture lastly. Showing part of one of the builder’s compounds and the park.
The three of us had a chinwag for a while, I had to decline an offer of a cup of tea (Sob!), due to my going out. The bladder, you know!
I had to withdraw shortly after, to catch the 11:30hrs bus to town, to get another one to Bulwell. I thanked Gaynor for letting me use her facilities and sadly departed.
Down and out of the building along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin. Where a little nattering took place with the folks in there.
I caught the bus with Bill (William on Sundays) and enjoyed a lovely nattering session with him en route to town. I grabbed a 17 bus into Bulwell. These are photographs take en route.
Arrived in Bulwell and a had a long hobble around the place calling in many shops for a look around for bargains.
First, called in the cheapo shop and got three small packets of Scottish Shorties for a quid, and some bits for the nibble box.
Then, into the Farmfood shop. Came out with a 250g packet of Hills Shorties and a box of Ritz Chipsters.
Then to the Fulton Food Store, which was a bit disappointing for choice available. I got a pack of cooked ham pieces and nibbles.
To the B&M store next. But they had nowt of any interest to me.
Finally, to the Poundland shop. Where I bought some more Sanex Bug Killer spray, some Doulton choc’s to use as Christmas Presents and bought a fly spray by accident thinking it was a bug-killer. Eizel!
The Mobility Scooter Group were lurking at the cafe the gang uses. None of them seemed disabled, much younger than me, all of them moved quicker than I can. Mostly overweight, had headphones on, using their mobiles, swearing a lot and not to be tangled with! Hehe! I moved on hastily. Talk about Hell’s Angels! Hehehe!
Bulwell Market Place had more pickpockets and muggers… Sorry, I meant shoppers, in it than I have seen for a while.
Oddly enough, Bulwell had no Big Issue sellers, sleep sleepers or beggars at all! Too dangerous for them I suppose? Only joking here, folks!
Over the road to the River Lean, where the mallards were back in situ this time. Fed and had a talk with them. Hehe!
To the station. The tram arrived at the same time as I did.
It was packed with passengers standing, not that the woman sat on the Disability and Age seat with her bag on the chair next to her, or the globlet of young guttersnipes youths in the same seats opposite her were interested in the old folks and one man on crutches who were all standing. But I was lucky enough to get a seat. But this uncaring nonchalant attitude from the youngsters makes me want to plotz!
Into town, dropped off at the Theatre Royal.
The sun was out, but not warming we Nottinghamians up much.
There was a feeling of… er, erm… what’re the words I’m looking for? Precariousness, state of suspense, even vacillation perhaps, lingering in the aura. People’s countenances had the odd sneer, scowl or frown worn, but mainly a sort of vagueness, nihility?
I made my way across the pedestrian lights and over the crossing on Upper Parliament Street, to Queen Street and waited at the L9 bus stop shelter.
The bus was due at 5-minutes past the hour. Which was only ten minutes away.
Fifteen minutes later, I noticed on the electronic timing board (Better late than never) that the L9 was delayed due to an accident in Daybrook, and the new arrival time was given as Twenty four minutes later! Humph!
It was late in the day for me, and the fatigue was already beginning to fall on me. Tsk!
I took a photograph of where the gargoyles that have been removed on safety ground used to be located. On top of the old Elite building, and walked down the hill to catch the 40 bus. Which of course means a shorter but more uncomfortable journey, because of two things. This bus is always overfull, and there is a long walk at the other end, to get home.
As I waited for this bus, Paul from the flats joined me. He’s had to buy a new shopping trolley. He told me one of his wheels on his old shopper came loose. More worryingly for him, he had his booze in the thing! Hehe! He pressed on a bit, and then the other wheel came off altogether. So, he had to buy another.
The bus soon got cram packed, and we had to sit on the side-saddle seats. Although on this route, it is not a bad thing, cause we are nearer the door to get out. The stop we need is on a steep grade, and we usually get sent flying forward as we approach the door. We chatted as best we could as we travelled. The bus was very noisy, or rather the passengers who were crammed together were, noisy, so I had difficulty in picking out what Paul (I think that’s his name) was saying to me.
A second lady with a pram got on, and asked us to move and stand-up at the back so she can get her pram and ankle-snapper in. Luckily for us, the lady already on with her pushchair and nipperoony, moved to one side to allow the newcomer in.
We alighted the bus, with some difficulty. Crossed the road with some difficulty, we have to cross the road on a sharp bend, and that hill is a busy one traffic-wise).
I was pleased to get back to the flats. As we both hobbled along, I must say Paul had soon mastered his new two-wheeled beer trolly.
As we got to the end of the middle block new build for the Extra Care unit, I heard my name being called out, but I had no idea where from. Paul did though, he pointed out two of the Willmott-Dixon lads up on the roof of the construction which was doing the calling.
I stopped and took this photograph.
It was Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius on the left, and Ian-Incharge on the right.
I was well-pleased with how this one came out, considering I had to zoom-in so much. Another one to be doctored when I get the chance and time that is.
Got in and did the traditional wee-wee. Put away the purchases and did the Health Checks. Medications, I forgot about. Klutz!
I was well shattered and was in with a chance of falling asleep stood-up, so strong was fatigue. No chance of getting this blog updated, too weary!
Incidentally, it took me over 7 hours to get it done in the morning! Oy Vay!
I made bigger dinner than usual tonight.
But, I gobbled it all up!
Cheesy mashed potatoes, tomatoes, ham off-cuts and garden peas!
Perhaps it was becuase I was tired, or had had a great day, I don’t know. But I loved this nosh and gave it a Flovour Rating of 9.45/10!
Sleep came, I know not when. But it was flipping quick! Hehehe!
French: Jeudi 18 Octobre 2018
2355hrs: Yesterday tea-time, I must have nodded-off into the land of Nod. Cause I woke up with entirely eaten and it looked like I’d licked clean the meal plate on the dinner tray on the other chair, some six hours later, when I woke up.
As the brain joined in with me, there were no meandering or going off on its own tangents this morning – the concentration was on the state of my rear end after yesterdays procedure. Through gritted teeth with the pain (Not Harolds Haemorrhoids, it was Hippy Hilda playing up this time), I freed my cumbersome flobby-body from the £300 second-hand working again recliner, and off to the wet room, remembering to take the notes given me yesterday, on how to remove the er… erm… ‘Covering’ from the rear end. I was pleased with myself for thinking to take the notes with me. I stripped down and assumed the stance as advised. Got into position and consulted the leaflet… Huh!
Had to stop and return to the main room to collect the reading spectacles. Klutz! I returned and consulted the written information. A piece of cake, a blurge! As instructed I washed things after the removal, with the tube of whatever was in it they gave me. Then super-dried the area and applied the Anusol. I’ve never had less pain from that area, for years! I felt I could dance and do the high-kick! But wouldn’t risk it with Hippy Hilda being a nuisance and playing me up. Now, there I was, swanking in a Smug Mode Class 1+!
This state was soon tested, for the call to use the Porcelain Throne arrived moments later. But, it was nothing to worry about, not that I was concerned at all of course. Lie Mode Adopted. The evacuation was painless, and there were only the tiniest few specks of blood.
Getting up from the Porcelain Throne seemed to annoy Hippy Hilda a bit, mind. So I dowsed the hip and lower back with some of the pain-gel and rubbed it in well. Then, off to the kitchen and took the morning medications with some spring water. Then did the Health Checks. It took me three tries to get the sphygmomanometer to work.
Went to make a mug of tea, and hung myself… wait for it… out of the window Hehe! , to take this photograph.
You can see how far the new unwanted view and light blocking window ledge sticks out in the photo. Making it impossible to take a picture of below and be able to view the camera at the same time. I can’t look down to watch for any dangers either, or if the Fire Brigade are on site in the event an activation?
The Sys and Dia were still high, but down on the earlier ones. So, that was good!
It felt so cold now in the flat. Although the meter-thingy indicated the opposite temperature-wise. What does the high humidity mean? Rain coming?
0200hrs: Computer on to update and finalise the Wednesday Diary. With my being incapacitated by fatigue yesterday, so not being able to do any updating then, I knew this would be along job, with all the photographs, blank spots etc. I didn’t get it finished until 0625hrs!
Off for a wee-wee, collecting these dead evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the wet-room, about twenty more in the spare room and eight in the kitchen.
Had a spray around with the Sanmex Bug Killer spray, the spent a few minutes coughing and spluttering. Tsk!
On with the ablutions next job.
As indicated my bloodied face towel in this picture, I made a bit of a hash of shaving and acquired a few nicks along the way.
Probably because I was trying to rush in case the Iceland delivery arrived early. It never has before, but you never know.
The cloud formations looked rather appealing, and I took a photograph of them. I never found out what the spot was lower right in the picture. I thought it was something on the lens perhaps, but after wiping with a lens cloth, it was still there?
I used the blow duster, and it seems to have gone now?
Delivery from Iceland arrived.
There was no way of checking if I had made errors or they had. The receipt only lists the product and quantity, no prices. Oh, and Unavailable items. Which were Warburtons 400g Danish White and Twixt 6pk. I cannot remember ordering any Danish bread. Also, they sent and charged me for a Warburton’s Toastie loaf? I believed I had only ordered the Ciabatta bread, which also came. The giant pack, 1Kg of smoked back bacon, will last me a good while before it goes off. Hehe! I assume it was all my errors though, I regularly get the orders wrong.
I went on the TFZ Facebook Internet dead slow!
Morrison order for next Thursday completed.
Off with the bag to the Winwood Social Meeting. I dropped off a bag of recyclable stuff and put it in the industrial bin that was ready for collection. I know I put it in the right one, cause the caretaker pointed with his mobile to the correct container to use, as he muttered “Bruraberer!” or something like that to me. Hehe!
I plodded on to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.
Not so many in attendance today. Many, including Jenny and BJ that I knew, were on holiday. Cyndy was running things. Gaynor, I got to see about visiting her flat to take some photographs from a different perspective. She told me top, floor flat number 87, I can go in the morning, but not before 1030hrs. The gal is the opposite of me, late to bed and a late riser. Nice of her to let me visit. She had her daughter visit, and we all had a little natter, which I enjoyed. Handed out the nibbles and had a good few chinwags.
I have to say, I was a bit nervous about sitting down on the haemorrhoids, and stood up throughout. Coward! Haha! True!
Back to the flat, up the lift with a friendly lady from the 6th floor, we had a talk on the way.
I wish we all could wear nametags, then I might remember peoples names!
Got in and put the bag away, made a brew and did the Health Checks.
Twas then it dawned, I’d made another cock-up with the fodder order. I had a part-used tub of Lurpak butter and a full one delivered today, and I’ve gone and put a pack of Anchor butter on next Thursday’s Morrison order – What a Nebech! So I went on the site to remove the butter from the order. I’ve changed it now.
Got the meal of sorts prepared. Ciabatta ham sarnies, tomatoes and chips.
Took the medications while eating the wonderfully enjoyable nosh.
Fatigue came very early today, likely the wearing off, the final end of the anaesthetic’s pleasing after-effects, I suppose. Shame, Hehe!