Monday 30th April 2018
Punjabi: ਸੋਮਵਾਰ 30 ਅਪ੍ਰੈਲ 2018
0215hrs: I decided to give up trying to get any sleep. Then nodded off!?!?
0415hrs: Woke with a start, bits of memories of a dream milling about in the grey-cells, made some notes of them.
Had to extract my old overweight body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and go for a wee-wee. Being up, I did the Health Checks first. Quite a change this time again, but in the right direction methinks. Made up last weeks record to take to the surgery on Wednesday.
Made a brew in the small mug. Took a picture of the sphygmomanometer with the results for this morning, showing. I used the old little Nokia camera, and it shows in the quality of the photograph. I wasn’t having any Shaking Shaun moments either, I just made a right blurry mess of it. Tsk!
I got the computer on and consulted the scribbled notes about the dream. Surprisingly, I could remember other bits of the morningmare while reading what I’d written on the notepad earlier: I was working on an old British Railways Central passenger train, kept losing passengers and throwing others out of the carriages. Annoyed by their unruly behaviour. Next second, I was in an open market buying a fruit and veg stall to find all the stock was mouldy and trying to sort out with suppliers to get replacements, but they would not sell to me? Then, back on the train; trouble with the gas lamps in the first-class? Searching for matches – then back to the market stall and found a train line ran through the middle of the stalls… all very confusing and a goulash of anger, frustration and passion came into it then. There, serving at another booth, was the most beautiful woman (I did know her in real life, many years ago) and I could not get to her. Every time I walked around the alleyways I ended up back on the train and could see her out of the window, but the train pulled away… arguments with travellers… I got back to the market hours later to search for her, every time I got near I needed a wee-wee and could not find a urinal for ages… and the whole rigmarole started over again! Hey-ho!
I made a start on updating the Sunday Inchcock Today when I got summoned to the Porcelain Throne. I couldn’t remember passing anything at all yesterday, so I prepared myself for a haemorrhoid tearing session. Needlessly, as it happened. The evacuation went surprisingly well.
Got the Sunday post finished and posted off. Then began writing this one.
I realised I’d made an error in one of the page headers, and set about getting it put right again in CorelDraw.
Off to perform the ablutions. Again, things were not as bad as they have been. Haemorrhoid Harold had only the tiniest amount of bleeding, and he was not too painful or stinging. Cleaning and medicating the lesion, once more, was far less bothersome pain-wise. It always worries me when things seem to be; not-as-bad or even improving for me: the EQ and history told me not to get too excited!
A good shower and shave, the shave revealing that the blotches had now returned to the face and chin this time. Humph! I wonder what’s causing it? Put some cream on and rubbed it in the skin.
0825hrs: A quick Hoover over the carpets. Herbert upstairs started clattering a bit at the same time. I hope he doesn’t think I was retaliating. Took the bags to the waste chute.
Then set off to the temporary Oberstrurmfurherssess HQ and Social cabin. The Willmott Dixon lads were out and about and busied this morning.
Got to the hut, and said my good mornings to the Wardens Julie and Deana. Received a reprimand for not doing my monthly wrist-alerts battery checks with Nottingham City Homes control. I begged forgiveness and promised to do it when I got back from shopping. Hehehe! We did larf!
Many tenants in the hut and few good gossiping sessions ensued. Some of the gals mentioned the blemishes that were lingering on my mush. Penny was as twinkling-eyed as ever. Roy did not look too good today. I hope he’ll be alright. Welsh Bill was in top form, shooting the quips and sarcasm’s out at will. Poor Will, Hehe! I am a fool!
The general consensus was that skin ailment is a new allergy of some sort. If the blemishes are still appearing on Wednesday, I’ll show (Not that I could hide them, Hehe!) to the nurse.
Out to the bus stop. Plenty of residents were waiting out there, and moaning about the cold weather. For it indeed was chilly this morning, with a biting wind to boot!
I caught the Bestwood bus to Arnold. By the time we got through Sherwood, I was the sole tenant on the bus.
I dropped off opposite the Wilko store. Crossed the road and went in, to get some more of the liquid soapflakes, while I was out, and save me having to go out get some more when they are needed. I ended up getting carried away with the shopping again, and filled the 
little carrier bag, with the flakes, Air Wick citrus fresh-air spray on off at £1.50. Yoghourt covered peanuts, a bag of walnuts and some jelly babies and nibbles for the social and raffle on Thursday.
I wondered up Worrall Avenue to Chambers the butcher to have a look to see if they had any of their home cooked belly pork slices on sale. They did, but they were really fatty, so I didn’t 
get any.
I weakened and visited the Boyes store.
I bought a bottle of the Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2.69, a fair price I thought. Some Magnesium tablets to fight the night cramps, a packet of six Milky Ways to use in the nibble box at the social hour.
I called in the Savers shop next door for a nosey around. Blow it! This shop had the Zoflora Citrus on show selling for less than Boyes, at £2.50 a bottle. Hey-ho!
I walked on to Front Street and made my way to the Asda (Walmart) shop. And did get carried away again, and ended up with the big carrier full of some heavy gear that I purchased. Huh!
A bag of large potatoes. Two trays of sliced potatoes in seasoning, brown onion and a bag of sliced red onions. A parsnip and turnip. A pack of sugar-snap peas, some English tomatoes. Three x six bags of the cheese snaps. And two tins of curried beans. Another £12.72 spent in total there. Asda was surprisingly busy for a Monday.
As I was leaving the store, an alarm sounded somewhere, and a security guard appeared. No idea what it was about or had happened. But he nearly walked into me in his haste.
None of the pickpockets or shoplifters showed any signs of interest in the alarm.
I left and made my way up to Hight Street to catch the L9 bus home.
For a couple of minutes, Reflux Roger had a go at me, I had to put the bags down until the hard to breathe attack finished. Which only lasted two minutes at most, and Roger Reflux didn’t bother me again?.
I’m having a right confusing and baffling day with the ailments, but not complaining.
When I arrived at the bus shelter, I had ten minutes to go before the L9 was due.
Luckily for me, I was concentrating reasonably well at this time. Else, I might have missed the bus. For it arrived at a high rate of knots, five minutes early!
We’ve not seen many of the regular drivers on the L9 route for a week now. This young chap, who sped along, kept having to stop three or four times on the way to try and keep to the timetable because he was driving so fast?
In Sherwood, five of the other tenants got on. Welsh William and Gladys amongst them.
When we arrived at Chestnut Walk at the apartments. Welsh Bill shot off into the cabin, I assumed he was in the same mode as I was; in desperate need of a wee-wee. Haha!
The construction lads were energetic and were getting on with the new Extra Care building in between the two old blocks. It looks like they are working on roof erections now.
Got in and had a marathon-length painfull wee-wee.
Then sorted the purchases and out away those not needed to today’s nosh.
Prepared the meat and vegetables.
Cut up the pork shoulders into small pieces and got the veg chopped and all into the crock-pot. Added the following seasonings: Balsamic vinegar, pork gravy in the water, oregano, onion-salt, a splash of Maggi flavouring and got the lot cooking on high for half an hour, then turned it down to the low setting.
I got on with updating this diary.
It was so cold now, in the flat. These storage heaters do not hold enough heat if you want extra quickly.
I checked on the crock-pot, all looked to be coming along fine. Off for another wee-wee and washed me and returned to the kitchen to make a brew.
I got the dressing gown on to counter the flipping cold.
The blotches were still there, but maybe a little less prominent now.
Back to the computer for three hours, with the odd wee-wee or two taken. Tsk!
I could smell the crock-pots, and it was an inviting one.
I went in to check on it and put the sliced potatoes in the oven.
then again!
I’d overfilled the pot, and it had spilt out over the counter! Had to clean the mess up, and… burnt the back of my hand while doing this!
Then, I realised I’d not turned the oven on! I may burst into ululating in a bit!
Worked on this diary until the oven heated enough.
Got the sliced spuds in and had a taste of the stew… Red hot – too spicy for me. So I had to take more liquid out and replace it with boiling water.
I am feeling clapped-out, weary, frustrated, woebegone and a right schlemiel!
I’m now waiting for the final recumbentibus, its bound to come! And then I’ll start crying pathetically I think. Hehe!
Got the meal prepared.
The pork and veg stew that I had all the hassle and Whoopsiedangleplops making, turned out to be a coincidental unplanned recherché surprise; a rare accidental mélange that I enjoyed very much indeed. I gave this one an enjoyment rating of 9.46/10!
As I was placing the fully cleared of food bowl and tray on the armchair, I thought I heard a knocking. So I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and had a look around.
I found a Nottingham City Homes – Willmott Dixon leaflet had been put through the door, with the message:
Please will you let me know if you still require a visit from the joiner to:
1: Install base threshold to sliding doors
2: Install plastic strips to sliding doors
3: Require attention to skirting boards
And the scariest, most frightening bit: “Let me know if you still require the Plasterer to visit.” Hehehe! Obviously, I do need a visit, but the nightmare of the last work done has left me concerned and scared to death at the thought of another attack… I mean, visit.
I can’t muster up the heart to do much cleaning nowadays, knowing there is so much more work to be done yet. I’m dreading the electricians coming to sort the new alarms, communication system and the dreaded sprinkler system.
When I had the bathroom converted to a wet room, the man who came to do it all on his own was here for about eight days in total. He did a magnificent job, and could not have made less mess, his efforts were much appreciated. A hero!
The electricians came to fit the power box, and the two of them were here for about half-an-hour and left more mess and damage than the fitter did in doing the wet room in eight days!
The very thought of them grafting away in the flat and doing all that working all over the place, pipes as well, etc. leaves me anxious and apprehensive already. Nervous too, after all the mayhem I’ve suffered at their hands!
I washed the pots and had a wee-wee and back down in the recliner. Dozed-off and woke withthe feeling that I might have left the hot tap running for a third night, and had to disentangle my limbs from the £300 second-hand recliner and to the kitchento check. Ah, got it right tonight, the tap was not running! Haha!
I got the kettle on and made a brew. Using the small China mug, I used the English Breakfast tea and the Arla milk.
Irritability Level; Now 2.2/10: I started to do the updating of the diaries and tried to load the photographs to WordPress, but they would not go on (Download). I opened the old version of WordPress and, blow me down with a feather duster, it accepted them. Then, because the old one does not allow full alignment, I had to go back to the new version. Life, is so complicated, involved and complicated, don’t you find? Mine seems full of inconcinnity nowadays. Grumph!
While in the kitchen, I took a photographicalisation of an apparent Alien Spaceship on the horizon. Or, was it an Angel coming down for me? Maybe it was a North Korean missile? Most likely a reflection on the glass of something in the kitchen.
Back to the comput
Again my reliable but unwanted EQ warning me that agitation is to follow!
Not many folks about again.
Really aggravated now, again, after walking all the way down the hill, now I have to walk back up it to log-on and change things.
Back to the flat, where I met the chappie who did the carpet cleaning and had a little chinwag. Deana passed by hurrying to an appointment. (She’s always up to her neck with work to do.)
I pressed on along Mansfield Road towards Carrington.
Despite my frustrations, I spotted these flowers, growing through the gap between the bricks on a wall. Bootiful! Spring is coming.
Spotted a little more Nottingham Street art on Mansfield Road.
into the waste bin without touching the sides. It landed on top of the used medical swabs, so no way was I going to even think about retrieving it. Humph!
Down the park path onto Mansfield Road, up over the crest and down to the dentists.
Up to the top of the hill, and near the tree copse, I stopped on the bottom of the gravel path to take this photograph of the hoist and workers on my floor of the apartments.
Started to do this blog. After a few hours the door chime rang-out. It was young bloke from Willmot-Brown. Came to measure the gap left at the bottom of the balcony door.
Nosh – Nice but far too many courgettes and aubergines, especially with the INR Warfarin level being so low.
Down in the elevator and got the washing into the machine.
Back up to the flat and got the Health Checks done.
Back again to the flat and took this picture from the kitchen window. I could see aeroplane lights high in the sky as they flew past. But they did not appear in the photograph for some reason.
Got carried away again, and forgot about retrieving the washing from the dryer! Tsk!
I hurried down to get the washing, taking this photograph of the display board near the elevator doors on the ground floor.
Into the laundry room, I went and emptied the drum of the clothing, folded them and then got them into the bag.
I turned part-way up and tried another effort at the new build block.
The crocuses, or croci, using the Latin form, never cease to amaze me every year.
Painfully with Anne Gyna now joining Hippy Hilda in giving me some jip, I pressed on, occasionally stopping to give Hilda and Anne a rest.
Not that I am au fait with gardening in any conceivable way, but I thought their composed and things were a decent price, and they had apparently just had a delivery of the manure and stuff.
When I got through the doors to the Tropical Gardens, I was greeted by the now mended metal Gorilla.
Whatever these plants were I don’t know, because they did not have a sign on them as many others had. But, beautiful they were.
I watched the Koi Carp for a long time, but could not get a decent photograph of them, no matter how many times I tried.
And they stayed off, all the way back to the flats. Downhill you see!
I took another snap of the flat building.
Updated this diary. By now it was late for me, so I got the meal sorted.
Oh, what a performance. Extracting my lumbering-body out of the £300 second-hand recliner was relatively pain-free, and completely accifauxpa free. Getting to the wet room was swiftly achieved without any toe stubbing or Dizzy Dennis’s. Whipping down the Protection Pants in haste to get seated and the evacuation process going. I pulled the pad from where Little Inchies lesion had bled in the night and then dried hard. This caused the blood to flow and splatter over my legs, the floor, the WC bowl and the accoutrements on the floor cabinet (Kitchen towels, toilet rolls, medical creams etc.) and sprayed over the opened pack of Protection Pants! This was not a good start, I thought to myself.
Off to the kitchen to get the sphygmomanometer, thermometer, Enoxaparin hypodermic, creams, lotions and medications out to do the Health Checks and take the tablets.
Sorted the nibble bags out for hopefully, Nurse Nichole and the staff for when I have the blood test later today.
The flipping high winds blew it as I began to open the window and flung stuff all over the kitchen!
All went well with the purifications and decontaminationing. Hehe! Got the bag and paperwork sorted, and set off with the brolly, well wrapped up and the fur-lined hat that I bought last month that has ear covers. Of course, I won’t be able to hear anything, but it should be warm and keep the terrible wind out.
Set off out on the hobble to the Doctors surgery.
Further down the hill, I crossed the road while there was a gap in the traffic.
I kept limping along and got onto Mansfield Road and turned left to walk over the hill and down into Carrington.
I’d just over the crest of the hill and thought the view would make a half-decent moody-photo, perhaps. If I had taken it a few seconds later, I would have caught the estate type car hitting the back of the mini! Dang, just missed it. Never mind though.
and the traffic slowed down. I tried for another moody-photo effort. Which I’m sorry I did now.
Seconds later, a new to me nurse came to collect me to take my blood. Where was Nurse Nichole? She was a cute little thing, and very helpful. She told me she’ll see me early as I’d arrived now, then I can go on my way and get home quicker. A lovely thought, but it would not work because I can’t use my bus pass until 0930hrs, but still, it was kind of her. She took the blood and afterwards there was no leaking at all. She kindly warned me that the rain was like a storm now, as I left.
I gave the bag of nibbles to the receptionist and went to leave the premises.
On top of all this, I was still too early for me to use the bus-pass!
helicopter hovered above.
The next one stopped and climbed onboard to find only the raised seats free. Comical this, cause with me just going a few stops, by the time I got myself up and seated, it was time to get out of the seat to get off.
Woodthorpe Park route home.
. Got in and put the utterly superfluous fodder I’d bought away, and got the large potato cleaned and in the oven baking.
I made a super-strong large mug of tea, using a Yorkshire and /extra /string English Breakfast tea bags. Took the mediations and did the Health Checks. All okay.
The cheesy-baked potatoes were ready, as I went to get them out of the oven, the intercom phone chirped into life. It was the chap who initially installed the Fire Alarm strobe and Pillow.
Got the nosh sorted.
0100hrs: I woke, and it took a while for the dream that I’d had to clear away. I was in the most comfortable and well-equipped coffin and had been going through the act of vivisepulture; in this sarcophagus in the middle of a field of cauliflowers; with those in attendance singing “Come, all ye faithful!” up above. A Royal Blue coloured telephone was stuck on the lid of the coffin. I was thinking, marvellous! Now I don’t need my sleep, nobody rings, then I heard a knocking outside of the casing? I can only recall up to here of the dream but feel sure it developed much further.
Fully extricated from the chair, and off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! This session was Trotsky affected, kerplunk-push-gush-cling like glue, affair. Messy in the extreme and left a sanguinary splattered Inchcock and wet room. Haemorrhoid Harold and the fungal lesion all bleeding. The cleaning up and medicationalising treatments took me fifteen minutes. Adopted a new pair of Protection pants. These episodes changed my previously perky-outlook on things.
Made a brew and took the medications.
Went to make another brew for the other that I let go cold.
The Morrison man arrived, grand chap.
It didn’t seem such a load this time.
Hand Wash Thoroughly. – Precondition the non-stick surfaces, wipe on the cookware with vegetable oil, heat gently, cool thoroughly and wipe clean.
Lifted the saucepans empty box and filled it with recyclable stuff and took it down with me as I left to go to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Shed, to find out the time of the Robin Hood electrical suppliers meeting.
side of Chestnut Grove on the back verge and took this photo of the little beauty.
So much traffic and so little space for it.
I waited and waited.
It doesn’t show clearly in this photo, but at the bottom of the road, as I neared the right turn onto Chestnut Walk, the pavement was sheer wet, compacted leaves. I had a choice of walking on the street and getting knocked over or hobbling on the leaves and slipping over. I must have looked aright old dodderer gingerly making my way on the dodgy pavement.
The sun came out when I got close to the flats. It lasted a good two minutes, then withdrew; its days work finished. Haha!
I alighted the bus, and straight into the Asda store, directly to the nibble shelves and got some Beefy Potato Sticks and Cheesy Curls and paid for them and was out and standing at the bus stop all within fifteen minutes.
Back at the complex, tired and well weary now. I noticed some of the make tenants stood in the drizzle and looking almost what appeared to be longingly at the workers in the centre compound. I wondered if they were having withdrawal symptoms from their working days?
I pressed on down to the Woodthorpe Court apartments and went up to the flat, in an almost completely-fatigued mode.
tiniest bit. Haemorrhoid Harold had made much use of the Protection Pants, though. Haha!
Got the computer on and made a mug of tea. Which soon went cold at the side of the machine. Another wee-wee!
Took this photo out of the window, but regretted it. There’s not much wind, but it was so cold. The vehicles had all got frosted windscreens.
I managed to stop myself using the Enoxaparin hypodermic in time. Fool! 
0445hrs: As I started to do this post, an almost instant rumbling and grumbling from the innards forced a requisite for the necessary immediate use of the Porcelain Throne; during which the tea went cold again. Tsk!
Cleaning up afterwards took me ages. And, I stubbed my toe going to the kitchen! Hehe! Where I made yet another brew of tea. This time in the tiny mug, bearing in mind all of this morning’s wee-wee activity.
Got the nosh sorted out. I’d been nibbling while sat in the chair and didn’t need much of a meal to fill me up.
Made a brew and did a TFZer graphic, A Mystery Photograph Quiz. Asking the TFZers if anyone can tell me what was going on here? Haha!
A quick look out of the window before departing revealed a frostiness of immense magnitude.
evacuating? Tsk! Just a thought.
The frozen-solid leaves on Chestnut Walk gave off a warning for me to take care in the limp down the hill into Sherwood.
Down onto Mansfield Road, up the hill an down through Carrington.
Along and passing the Clarendon College, as was when I attended night classes for the Elementary and Associate Member of the Grocers Institute. It’s amalgamated with other places of learning and is now called Nottingham College. I had no education at school and left at 14 years-of-age. I learnt how to survive bullies and when to duck, that was about all. I got sidetracked there, sorry.
Up to the pelican lights and crossed over the road. Much to the displeasure of a Yuppy type looking fellow in a BMW, who was not in the least bit pleased at having to stop his dark blue car at all, to let me over the road.
I pressed on up the hill.
Down Forest Road East and Coalville Street to the Guinness Trust cleverly name Coalville Court, Home for the elderly.
Mind you, if like Welsh Bill the electricity charges double with the new radiators, and Herbert keeps on with his noises above but, knowing my luck there will be none-available then.
Arboretum via the side entrance for a change. 
Canton during the Anglo-Chinese war (Opium War) of 1857-61. Two of the cannon were captured at Sebastopol.
Mistake that!
No chance of my walking to town now. I waited for and got on a Tram. I dislike using these nowadays. You have to remember to swipe your Pensioners Free Bus-Pass before getting on and will get put off if any checkers get on to find you have forgotten to swipe the card. They are filthy inside: food dropped on the floor, clients giving abuse to each other, loud music: drugs being smoked (I think judging by the smell the roll-up was giving off?). 90% of the passengers on their mobile phones, almost shouting at whoever is on the other end. And, there were no seats free! Peoples Boeotian nature comes out when there is no conductor on the trams. Add all this to my having the weight of the worm pellets and birdseed to carry with me. I am a right Shmendrik!
Made my way to the Poundland shop on Fletchergate. To see if they had Chocolate almonds, misshapes of chocolate brazils or Pork Pies on sale. They hadn’t.
Dropped off the bus and to the hut. I indeed fell asleep in the Obergruppenfurheress’s Social Shed!
I did a quick look around to see what needed sorting.
Only the disappointing chips needed any heating up.
Going into the front room, I noticed that the parcel of the winter boots delivered yesterday had fallen onto the floor.
I opened the parcel to take a look at the boots. 
Made a start on this post. During which I consulted my scribbled scrawl on the dedicated notepad. I bet you all wondered how this old fart remembered what to write? So, my secrets out now. Haha!
Ablutions all done. I decided to have long hobble into Arnold to Asda get some curried baked beans (5), Stilton Mini-Cheese biscuits (3) (They had none in again), Piccolo tomatoes.
As an after-thought, I washed out the Bates Motel hand towel and hung it up in the shower room to dry a bit.
Set off again. Down the shuddering noisy elevator, out over the road and up the gravel hill to the top, and stopped to take a photograph of the sparse, leafless trees in the copse, getting the flats in the picture looking back at them.
Said my farewells to the lady and dog, and got some (For me), some severe forced hobbling in to make the time up.
ice near the lights.
missed this one, it would mean a two-hour wait for the next and last one.
Then the girl (About 40 actually) from the Briarwood 24 hour care home on Chestnut Walk up from the flats, arrived. Just as the L9 bus came. Good timing gal! We had a chinwag or two all the way back to the apartments. She told me last week that it was her birthday early January and I got her a box of chocolates. I told her this, and when we got back to Sherwood, she waited while I nipped up to the flat and returned with them for her.
Then I heard the letterbox snap. Or at least I thought I did. Went to the door and nowt was sticking in the box or laying on the floor?
Turned off the computer and got the nosh served up.
I looked out of the window, it was drizzling just a bit, I could hear the emergency services alarms and klaxons in the distance.
