Inchcock – Tuesday 16th October 2018: The infesting evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles launch Counter-attack!


Tuesday 16th October 2018

 Hebrew: יום שלישי 16 אוקטובר 2018

0100hrs: I woke with the mind in an enigmaticalisationalistic mode, Delphic-like. Plenty of thoughts, ideas, and designs floating about in the grey-cells, but without any workable, or plausible, formable ideas in the gallimaufry of lurking hopes and oracularly impractical intentions. Slowly, these wild thoughts and ideas faded. Mainly, thanks to the importunate and sudden arrival of the need for the Porcelain Throne usage.

Wd BLACK The extraction of my overweight but flobby body-mass, from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, must have looked to anyone watching, a performance, that was equal to many of Charlie Chaplin’s film comedy scenes. I do wish there had been a CCTV in the room, to record the farce! It may well have gone viral on YouTube!

  • The mechanism stopped working half way down…
  • My attempt at sliding down the front, caused the removal of a bottle of spring water, the TV remote control, a pen and notepad and a tube of pain-gel to tumble to the floor…
  • Further painful physical efforts, accompanied by a few words that I shall not repeat here…
  • I was out and standing up getting my balance…
  • And trod on the tube of Phorpain gel, jetting a blast of the gel from the tube, that shot up my leg… So I took the opportunity to give it a good rubbing of medicine-gel in around the Arthur Itis affected knees and ankles, so it wasn’t all bad. And, there was enough to do the hands and wrists with as well. Hehehe!

By the time I’d sorted things and myself out, the need for the Porcelain Throne had grown to Defcon Three! I arreptitiously hastened to the wet room.

Wd BLACK As I sat there evacuating, I counted the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles I could see on the floor. Five live adult ones and eighteen dead ones! I found many more, later when I could use the hoover to gather them all up with!

After the session, and cleaning things up, I found that both Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding far less than they have of late. Good!

2Tue04I visited the hallway, kitchen and then the main room on a Weevil Patrol, dispensing another can of Rentokil Bug Killer as I went. I could not get into the spare room, as I had left the collapsable airer table in the doorway. It had the bobble-hats on it, and they were still not dry enough to wear. I did not want to move the airer, as it has a tendency to collapse when you look at it, never mind try to touch it! Tsk!

The kitchen had a count of at least twenty-five dead Weevil carcases, and a trio of live adults. No LadyBugs spotted this morning. The main room had around twenty or so dead Weevils near the balcony doors. The spray used-up, I got the Computer on ready to do the Health Check graph later on… and guess what…


Yes, a dead Weevil on the computer screen? I’m getting to lose faith that I’ll ever be free of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle invaders!

I tended to the Health Checks. The sphygmomanometer worked first try.


2Tue001Wd BLACK I was a touch aghast at the first readings results. I went to photograph the machine with the results, but for some reason, it came out all too blurred. I’m sure I didn’t have a Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis moment! This seems to be happening a lot lately?

I did another hemadynamometer test that came out with a lower Sys, Dia and Pulse reading from five minutes earlier? The sys and Dia were still too high I think.

2Tue05Wd BLACK I went to take the medication pills and tablets. I found a possible reason for the high readings. I discovered that I had not actually taken yesterdays medications, cause they were still in the tub!

What an absolutely ‘Farmisht fool I am!’

Taking today’s standard beta-blocker along with the other tablets and capsules, was all I could do. I dare not risk taking any more than one Bisoprolol noctidiurnally.

Wd BLACK I sneezed, and it felt like something had got into my eye. It’s been irritating the hell out of me ever since!

With all the Whoopsidangleplops and Accifauxpas, I’d now been up and about for over four hours and was only just getting around to updating yesterdays blog and got it posted off, at last.

Wd BLACK Making a start on this blog… and guess what…


The glacial-paced periodic Virgin Internet signal did improve later, up to snail-paced. Already!

I gave up and went to do the ablutions. I had to remove more Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles from the floor before getting in the shower, fifteen dead and three live ones.

All freshened up, and made a black bag for the waste chute, got my bag and with hearing aids in, the right glasses on, the wristwatch on my wrist (Smug Mode Adopted), and hope in my heart, I departed. Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress 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. In the quest to beg if anyone knows the cost of the buses, (For the morning, as I will be travelling too early for me to use the free bus pass [Sob2Tue07!]). And see if someone can help in changing a £10 note for me so I can have the right amount of coins to pay the driver with.

The rain had stopped, but it was looking murky out there. I took a snap of Winchester Court and a section of the new Extra Care and Wardens Offices being built.

Lynne, Cindy, Jolly Big John and Welsh William were inside, along with a few other 2Tue07btenants, awaiting the arrival of the bus. After a natter with them, I went into the Oberscharführeresses Office, and made a plea, could anyone help change a tenner for me, please. Thankfully, Oberstgruppenführeress Deana obliged me, bless her cotton socks! ♥

Thanked her and went back into the main room and inquired if anyone knew what the bus fare is on the 40 bus. Two of the clan suggested I can get a £4 all-day ticket from the driver. Excellent idea! Welsh William told me they were only £4. More help from the Woodthorpe Clan!

I departed and had several chinwags with the people at the bus stop. Caroline from the private full-care unit at the end of the road arrived. Not seen her for a while and we gossiped a time. She sounded a little more determined not to worry about her family members and concentrate on herself today. That was good. The eye was giving me such hassle still, and 2Tue08aI decided to make my way back to the flats, out of the wind.

Said my cheery-byes to everyone and hobbled along Chestnut Walk back to Woodthorpe Court.

Taking this photograph of Winchester Court as I walked along. The Willmott-Dixon lads seem to be getting on quicker with the balconies in this block. I suppose they have learned what the problems that they came across doing the Woodthorpe block were, and have avoided the same hassles?

2Tue09As I neared the foyer entrance, it looked like the area had been declared a ‘No-go’ one. Haha!

I was getting a bit annoyed with whatever was in my eye. But as two of the gals in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress catwalk Model 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, said to me: I can always try to get some advice from the nurses tomorrow at the hospital. Smart gals, I love ’em all!

2Tue11I caught the lift back up to the flat. I had thought of running up the 24 flights of concrete stairs, but I didn’t want to show-off, you know. Lie-Mode Adopted here. Hehe!

I moved the bob-caps and Andy Cap off of the rickety airer, onto the towel warmer which heats a little hotter.

This activity gave me access to enter the spare room, with a can of Rentokil Bug Killer in had, and investigated the unwanted light and view-blocking 2Tue10new window ledge, in search of any live or dead invading infestsational Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

Wd BLACK On the left and right of the sill, there were many dead ones and few live ones. I cleared them and sprayed some more killer juice around. On the right-hand side, there are two very tiny cracks in the plastering, they seem to show interest in these areas?

I’m getting pee’d of with them even more now!

2Tue10aWd BLACK I nipped into the wet room for a wee-wee. Oh, dearie me! The new toothpaste dispenser had somehow fallen into the sink. Which had the daily clothes soaking from the medicationalising of certain areas, in water with bleach, antiseptic disinfectant, and Zoflora!

Wd BLACK So it could not be used and had to be thrown away after getting the inside filled with the bleached water, naturally. But more distressingly: How had the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle found its way up to the sink and onto the part-floating dispenser, alive as well, that I found lying in the water, and took out? They are sturdy, persistent little things, these Weevils!

I washed, then got the computer on again, and added some words to the personal dictionary. Next, I got on with updating this blog.

2Tue12A couple of hours later, I took a break and made a brew of tea. Noticing when I got in the kitchen, a flea on the outside of the window, and wondered if this was the breed of the thousands that have inundated Cyndy and Eric’s flat balcony? I hoped not.

Wd BLACK Then, I let the mug slip out of my fingers. By good fortune it was empty, but it bounced unbroken off of the floor and landed right on my corn! The flipping Whoopsiedanglepops are getting a bit frequent today! Oy Vey!

2Tue12aAlthough I had taken out my hearing aids, I could hear noises out of the unwanted new view and light preventing windows.

I frantically took this blind shot of whatever was underneath. I was concerned in case the fleas/midges might fly into the flat. But none did, I don’t think. It was the worker lads on the hoist that was making different noises than they usually do. Busy chaps.

The weariness dawned suddenly, and concentration went out of the window.

2Tue26I got the nosh cooking. Beef and mildly curried beans with some potato thins.

The Iceland potato thins were uneatable, such was the wishy-washy tastelessness.

However beef was okay, and the curried beans were excellent tasting.

6.9/10 for the overall Flavour Rating.

I got the washing-up done. Did the Health Checks. Took the Medications. And settled to watch some TV… falling asleep at the first commercial break. Ah-well! TTFN


Inchcock – Monday 15th October 2018: Weevil infestation continues, Marathon Hobble in the rain and the fungal lesion bleeds on. Normal day then! Hehe!


Monday 15th October 2018

Greek: Δευτέρα 15 Οκτωβρίου 2018

0000hrs: As I stirred into physical awareness, and waited for the brain to join me, I found the murkiness, opaqueness and mental incapacity of yesterday morning, was nowhere near so bad. In fact, thoughts, ideas, schemes and plans were starting to form in the grey-cells… but these were not utilised, due to the often vagarious, and regularly touch-and-go, summoning to the Porcelain Throne needing an urgent and rapid response.

As I hurriedly hoisted and cajoled the body mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I did notice the absence of any signs of nocturnal nibbling; and this pleased me greatly!

The evacuation was swift and of little substance. A little bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, but nothing worryable. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been phlebotomising a little more than I felt comfortable with. Changed the PPs and washed the dandies. Medicated both areas with their respective creams (Daktacort and Germoloid).

1Mon01Then off on an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black beetles and biting black LadyBug patrol of each room in the apartment.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive The wet room had three live weevils and eighteen dead ones. Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive The spare room produced around twenty-five dead weevils, and four live ones. (I hope they are not getting accustomed and resistant to the sprays?). Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive The kitchen had eight dead weevils, two live ones and three black biting Ladybugs.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive The bugs were caught and released out of the window, only for two more to come in through the opening at the same time! Oy Vey! I couldn’t see where they went. Tsk! Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.

Tended to the medication taking and Health Checks. Made up last weeks graph.


WD51.51.0 deepOlive As I put the kettle on, I had to hobble hurridly back to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuated contents of a badious shade were not bothering me, but the bleeding is coming from Harolds Haemorrhoids had to be tended to again. What with the costly bug sprays, the haemorrhoid creams and I could soon be bankrupt! Hehe!

Did the Sunday Diary updating, and got it posted off to WordPress.


Went to make a brew of tea.

Found this black LadyBug on the counter, the poor thing seemed in pain, at first I thought she might be giving birth, so I observed her.

I hoped she had not been on the floor where the bug spray had been sprayed. Next moment, she flew off into the hallway, never to be seen again. At least she or he wasn’t injured.

1Mon01aaWD51.51.0 deepOlive Began on this post next. I thought I heard a noise from somewhere, so went a look around to see if I could find anything that might have fallen over or off of anything, in the spare room, which is where I thought the noise may have emanated from. I found nothing suspicious.

As I looked down through the unwanted light and view-limiting new window, I could see what looked like a ghost coming from the trees down at the car garages. (It was, in fact, a rain puddle from yesterday, Hehe!

1Mon05aI then took this shot from the same unwanted light and view-limiting new window from a different angle.

It shows Nottingham’s Northern Lights in the distance. Hehe! And the garage area below.

I checked on Google to see if any precipitation was forecast for today – Oh, dear!


Went on WordPress Reader for a while, and then added photographs to the Facebook albums.

Off for a short, sharp wee-wee. I mention this as I had failed to reveal the eight earlier visits so far this morning. Humph, Hehe!

Had a go at updating the personal Dictionary on Excel that mysteriously disappeared!

WD51.51.0 deepOlive Well, blow me down with a feather duster! Back for a third trip to the Porcelain Throne! Getting painful now. Tsk!

Updated this blog.

Ablutions and more medicalisationing tended to.

I put two bob-caps in the sink to clean and soak with the last of the liquid soapflakes.

Two bags to the waste chute on the way out. Where I met Elizabeth from the court and we had a natter, and a laugh then had to speed off to catch the 40 bus to town.

1Mon07Walk in the rain along Chestnut Walk on my marathon hobble to the City Centre.

You can see Elizabeth walking ahead to her bus stop, as she passes the white Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer 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.

1Mon07aI was in no rush, and took my time, enjoying the surroundings, the wind and even the rain. I did wonder at the time if I was losing it (the plot), Hehe!

Turned down Winchester Street, and found Elizabeth still at the bus stop awaiting the arrival of her lift. I enjoyed another minute or so of nattering, (she thought I was bonkers walking to town, Haha!) Then I hobbled down the 1Mon07bhill onto Mansfield Road own.

The feet started stinging already. But I was content and was actually savouring the rain-soaked trek.

As I got to top of the first hill, the traffic was starting to form an orderly queue. Hehe!

1Mon15Over the top and down into Carrington.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive Where on my steady limp through the hamlet, I had five Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists pass by me, uncomfortably close as well!

I was only quick enough to photograph three of them, though.

At the traffic light junction with Hucknall Road, I was well-pleased with the resulting photograph of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist with the yellow and green backpack, who had lights on his bike.

No honestly, take a look! Hahaha!

It was the moodiness of the traffic with their lights and the rain reflections that satisfied me the most.

I strolled along to the Forest and up the next, ultimate hill. Passing the Rock Cemetary on the other side of the road, up to the traffic lights.

Crossed and was on a downward slope all the way into the City Centre.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive Where I suffered the one and only spraying of water from a puddle, as a bus drove through it! Soaked-through! Not likely I know, but I thought I heard laughter as it happened. Hehehe!

To the bottom of the hill and into the City Centre. Where, I cut through the Victoria Centre bus station, to escape the rain for a while. As I neared the entrance door, I thought at first that a bus must be on fire. Got closer and saw it was a bus driver having a ‘Vape’ outside. They seem to make more smoke in the rain? Anyway, she had an aniseed flavour one I reckon. It smelt nice.

Through the waiting platforms and into the shopping centre. Walked the length of it, then through the Boots store and put onto Upper Parliament Street, across the pedestrian crossing, and into the Wilko Store. Worked out well for me getting a chance to dry off a bit!

I consulted my soaked-through shopping list. I got a bottle of the liquid soap flakes alright, fragrance boost, and a packet of Dia-Limit capsules. Oh, and their last can of Rentokil spray on the shelf. Joined the queue and paid up. £12.80, flipping ‘eck!

1Mon14aOff and to the Poundland shop, only 25 yards away, so no getting wet much. Where I got some twin Peaks for Christmas handouts, and an oven glove. But I could not find any of the cans of either Raid or Sanex Bug Killer sprays. So, I went to the self-serve tills, (there was no choice, the manual ones were not open for business). I took care not to overcharge myself this time. What a Klutz I felt at the very memory of when I charge myself twice for a box of nibble biscuits!

I paid, and a lady in charge became free, a lovely gal, and asked her if they had any Sanex sprays. She kindly pointed out where they would be if they had any in stock. I walk out through the egress doors and back in through the entrance doors and walked to the spot the gal had pointed me in the direction of the location. Whoopie! They had some of the cheaper ones in stock. So I grabbed four cans of, what I now realise, were Sanmex brand. Back to the self-service till and the lady even helped me put them through, bless her cotton socks!

1Mon10I thanked her, and out along the road along Upper Parliament Street, to take a photograph of Clinton Street, cause I haven’t made one in a long time for the TFZer folk on Facebook.

The view looked interesting as I left the Poundland store, so I grabbed photograph that I thought represented Nottingham so well. Showing old and new buildings next to each other, the racial mix and varied ages of the 1Mon11citizenry, and, of course, the rain! Hahaha!

At the end of Clinton Street, I took this photographicalisation, that certainly looked different to all the others I’ve ever taken in the past! No crowds, shoplifters, pickpockets, beggars or gangs of yobboes! And two people who were in the shot, ran out of view when then they saw me taking aim with the camera. Most likely illegals or they had warrants out for them, or they were on the run from prison, who did not want their faces being recorded, I imagine! (Smirk and giggle!)

I made my way to Queen Street to catch the L9 bus back to the flats. I was feeling a bit fatigued now. When I arrived at the bus stop, I was so pleased to see my fellow resident, Elizabeth sat at the bus shelter.

We nattered away; I do love a good chinwag! I think I nodded off a few times when the bus got busier, and Lizzie and I could not talk to each other.

Back at the flat we both went into 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. I handed few nibbles out to the only two other gals in there.

1Mon12Said my farewells and trotted, well, limped back to the apartment. Taking this picture above the foyer entrance to the Woodthorpe Court block.

Nobody about inside, which was not usual.

Up in the lift and into the flat. First thing, into the wet room for a short-sharp wee-wee. Naturally!

1Mon17I got the brolly up then, to dry-out near the door in the hallway. (Hallway I say, all 11 foot of it, Haha!).

Then got the wet clothes off as promptly as I could. While I thought of it, I took the bob-caps out of the sink and rinsed them, then rang them out as much as I could. Then set up clothes airer in the hope that this will hurry 1Mon16along the drying process.

Of course, I must remember to keep turning them over. He says, not exactly full of confidence. Tsk!

I imagine I’ll have to take them down and put them in the dryer later on?

I went on Facebook to update the photograph albums, then I got on the WordPress and updated this diary.

A decent marathon hobble.


The easy to prepare (part ready meal) was started in the oven. I had the Lasagne Al Forno, no idea what is in it cause the printing is too small on the sleeve, but I do remember having one once before and enjoying it. I put some grated cheddar cheese in another tray with it. Planning to have tomatoes with it.

1Mon20I did the Health Checks, and the nosh was ready to serve up.

Another shaky photograph was taken?

The Al Forno tasted overly rich to me, but I ate it all.

I put the plate and cutlery in the washing up bowl to soak and ensconced myself in the £300 second-hand recliner.

As I pondered on what to view on the TV, I fell asleep… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Sunday 14th October 2018: Woke with determination to get things done… well, I got a mini-hobble and some chinwags in. Hehe!


Sunday 14th October 2018

Latin: 14 die Octobris MMXVIII

0025hrs: Woke, feeling a lot less wretched than I did earlier, determined to get some sorting and cleaning done. I swore that from now on, each day I would do a bit of sorting and or cleaning of the flat. Even if only a little, that way I might get it back to being presentable. Although of course, with so much more destructive and dirtying upgrading to take place yet. Plumbers, electricians for the Fire Sprinklers installation, etc.?

The indefiniteness and indeterminateness of my precipitately made plan of action were plainly more like hopefulness than probabilities.

With unexpected manoeuvrability, I detached my overweight, short blubbery body from the £300 second-hand recliner without any Accifauxpas. My determination to get some sorting out done later immediately grew stronger.

7Sun02I did nothing else but make a start on sorting some of the kitchen drawers out, ridding them of out of date and unwanted contents. An hour or so later, I had to stop, I was feeling a bit shaky now.

I’d made up five small bags to go to the chute later on after 0800hrs.

7Sun03Next task tackled, was sorting out the next week’s medicine pots.

WD0.51.102 Then, I carried out an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. Only three lives ones found, and they were in the spare room. The ‘Raid’ spraying last night had nobbled plenty of the invaders. Twenty or so dead Weevil bodies in the wet 7Sun07room. The same amount roughly in the spare room and around thirty carcases in the kitchen. Two of the black LadyBugs as well, they were well alive. I shall not collect them up yet though, I’ll leave it until much later when I can use the hoover to vacuum them up without the noise bothering any neighbours.

Then, I did the Health Checks. All results were even higher this morning. Took the medications and made a brew of Assam tea.


I must get out for a decent hobble or two this coming week!

On the computer, and finished off the Saturday post. Sent it off to WordPress. Then went on the WP Reader. Just finished this, and a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

The evacuation was preternatural compared to those over the last few days. Far less liquidified, pongy and messy! Blimey, something’s gone well – Careful Inchcock! Steady boy! Hehe!

I got another can of the Rentokil Bug Killer and had another additional spray around.

7Sun07aWent to make another brew of tea, and took this photograph down out of the unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window.

WD0.51.102 The wind had dropped a bit from last night, but I still managed to bang my elbow on the frame as the window swung too. Tsk!

The rain was falling, but I was determined not to let this stop me going out for a little hobble.

7Sun11 I tended to the aglutions… ablutions.

Have you noticed how close the B and G are on the keyboard? Haha!

WD0.51.102 Teeth-cleaning, shaving done, I was just about to get under the shower when I noticed my ‘Popeye’ lower legs had gone uneven again. The left one must have a lot more fluid retention in it, than the right one?

I enjoyed the shower, not the medicating that needed doing afterwards, though. With gritted teeth and the odd Argh, Ouch, and Oower, I completed the treating of Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies Lesion.

Despite the rain, mist and winds outside, I thought the view was deserving of a panoramic photographing. Bootiful!


I put the recycling jars in the bag. Made-up a white bag of recyclables to go with me on the way out, and took the bin bags to the chute as I left the flat.

7Sun12I got down to the entrance foyer and found Mo sat there. We had a natter and a laugh, I slipped her some nibbles and offered my farewells as I went out to deposit my food jars in the green bin with the other tenants Gin, Vodka, Absynthe, Sherry, Brandy, Beer, Lager, Bourbon and Rum bottles already in there.

7Sun13I even noticed a Moët & Chandon Champagne bottle in the bin. Not that I am jealous, of course. Hehehe!

I had to do a bit of ‘Puddle-Avoiding’ along Chestnut Walk.

Not a neighbour or soul in sight out there, as I huddled under the umbrella as the rain came 7Sun14down even more forcibly.

The dysphoria of yesterday might not have been replaced with jubilation and confidence, but it was fading. But a sceptical expectation of better things to come had arrived, for no reason. This meant a much more contented old chap was hobbling along in the rain beneath his black mini-gamp.

This is the short hobble route taken: I got to end of Chestnut Walk and set off down Winchester Street.


7Sun15Despite the rain, the walk downhill was an enjoyable one.

Mainly, due to the amazingly piquant aroma of the petrichor, and the lack of traffic and people.

It seemed so quiet, too. Yes, I did have my hearing aids in. Hehe!

Here’s picture slideshow of my short time in Sherwood.

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I carried on up and over the hill into Woodthorpe Grange Park and the flats.


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Not much if a hobble, I know, but it was raining all the time.

I got back in the block, and Mo and two other ladies were there. A quick natter and I had to make my way up to the WC for a wee-wee. Which, I did.

I was preparing the nosh items when the landline burst forth with its tone. It was Brother-in-Law Pete, but I had to ask him to hold on a minute please, as I was not confident that I had not left lights on the stove. He’d gone when I got back, but he recalled a few moments later. We had a chinwag about this, that and the other, Hehe!

I hope to visit them on Wednesday after the hospital visit. I got their permission. Haha!

I got onto updating this diary.

Then went on TFZer Facebooking.

7Sun26Got the meal prepared. Cheesy mashed potatoes, using extra strong cheddar, gherkin slices, tomatoes, marrowfat peas, smoked herring fillets in tomato & veg sauce.

This time I ate it all up, and nibbled only the lemon mousse and three jelly babies afterwards.

As  I sat there pondering on the day and what to try to watch on the box… I drifted off… Ah!


Inchcock – Saturday 13th October 2018: A wanchancy ridden day, pleased to report, I got through it. Hehe!


Saturday 13th October 2018

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 13th October 2018

23.45hrs: I stirred with a rampantly active mind and an overactive borborygmus stomach. Hehe! No doubt this will be relieved when I go to the Porcelain Throne.

I released my body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner with no difficulties or harassment from the ailments!

Whoopsie O1AA Spotting a black LadyBug lurking on the kitchen window ledge, prompted me to carry out a bug-killer-spray in hand patrol of all rooms, in a search and destroy mission of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and LadyBug attackers. The results were worrying:

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Most of them were dead, killed by last nights Spraying-Session, I hope. The LadyBug and a few Weevils were alive in the wet room. But not for long.

I’d left the computer in ‘Sleep-Mode’ as well!

Carried out the Health Checks. Not good results this morning, but, I’ve had worse.


Friday Diary completed. Still no call to the Porcelain Throne yet? A tad disquieting. Cause, there’s a plentiful supply of wind rumbling about in the innards?

Banging coming from above 0130hrs. Hope that John has not fallen out of bed!

0135hrs: Got the laundry gathered and down to get the washer going. Had to clean the filter in the dryer for readiness for later.

Plenty of leaves had been blown in during the heavy winds.


Back up to the apartment, to update this blog.

6Sat140210hrs: Back down in the lift to move the clothing to the dryer. Some foul smells coming from the machines? So, I deterged the washing drum and sprayed some fresh-air from a can around.

The Emergency-Alarm-Pull on the wall was bleeping, a low battery warning, I expect.

I nipped outside to take this ‘Moody’ picture of the foyer entrance area. I was pleased with this one.

Then back up to update this daily catalogue of an old man’s life of ailments, Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas.

6Sat16Down later to collect the laundry.

Whoopsie O1AA I emptied the machine and found an odd sock! I found it later in between the washing machines on the dirty floor, dropped when I took out the washing from the washer!

Cleaned the filet and drum and got the clothing folded.

Whoopsie O1AA This was when I realised what a genuine, complete nebech I am! Not only had I failed to take the towels down with me, but also the dressing gown and trousers to wash!

0310hrs: Back up to the flat and put what few togs I’d washed into the airing cupboard. The odd cleaned sock, and the wet unwashed partner to this sock, I put in the washing bag ready for next time. Schlub, Humph!

Went onto Facebooking to add all the photographs I’d taken yesterday and this morning to the albums. Took me a long time, but I got them finished, and then went on the TFZer site.

0725hrs: I took a break to make a mug of tea. Opened the window to take this photograph and nearly got blown back on my feet. Talk about wind! I have outside and in, but still no being summoned to the porcelain throne yet.


A fatidically, daunting view, and bitter strong winds.

Whoopsie O1AA As I made the brew, I realised I had not yet taken the morning medications, so I did.

I found a few funnies from the web about Police Officers and put them on the TFZ site.

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St102Then made a TFZer Graphic as well.

It was late enough now for me to start doing the cleaning, use the hoover, etc. So I made a start on it but had to force myself like. Hehe!

Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit, and Shaking Shaun joined in with him.

Not feeling too good.

I’ll carry on cleaning but take my time. Did a bit, but gave up again. So tired and drained.

6Sat18Whoopsie O1AA Got mushroom and pod peas in the crock-pot, but failed to notice that the peas had gone off! What a  Shlimazel!

So, no mushrooms or peas to eat today. Not that it mattered. I lost my appetite. Did the Health Checks and Med’s, and just sorted cleaning the crock-pot, and sat down, falling asleep.

I stirred (still feeling not right, nothing to identify, just confused and tired) later, and gave Sister Jane a call. No reply, but she rang me back a few minutes later. Enjoyed a natter.

6Sat18aDropped off to sleep again, and woke to feel a bit more like eating. So I made this meal.

But when I got around to eating it, I found I could not get much down the gullet. I left all the bread thins… it’d be easier to say what I did eat: Half of the sliced potatoes, half of the tomatoes and three pieces of bacon. But the hunger was gone.

Terrible time trying to sleep properly, forever waking every few minutes, the sweat pouring out of me.

Woke around 0030hrs: Determined to get some sorting and cleaning done.

Inchcock – Friday 12th October 2018: Odd Day


Friday 12th October 2018

Dutch: Vrijdag 12 Oktober 2018

23.45hrs: I awoke and lay there on the £300 second-hand recliner, awaiting the brain to join me in my semi-consciousness state. The nihility and nebulosity slowly found a route to semi-apprehension and limited but blurry understanding of my surroundings, transforming my galimatias-like thoughts into a rudimentary comprehensible form.

I could see no signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place… yet anyway.

WD181.9.9 I manipulated my plentiful flesh from the recliner, and after knocking the spring water bottle off of the Ottoman, gave myself one heck of painful toe stub against the computer chair leg. I’d not suffered any toe-stubbings for ages, but I made up for it with this one. Gorblimey it stung! Hehehe!

Getting into the kitchen, I immediately noted the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and their flying artillery in the form of the damned Lady Bugs, had come out to fight. Checked the wet room, hallway, and spare room, they were in all of the rooms!

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It’s getting a bit frustrating this infestation is now! I used up another of the ‘Raid’ bug killer sprays, as I counter attacked in each room, making myself cough a bit. Haha!

I keep killing no end of the buggers twice-daily, but back they come every time! Some of the Weevils looked like they were growing wings, the ones in the spare room did, anyway. There were a far higher proportion of live ones this morning as well. Oh, I’m fed up with them!

Just how are the Lady Bugs getting in through the new unwanted, just fitted, light and view-destroying new windows? Perhaps when I was out, the bugs landed on my clothing, and I gave them a lift into the apartment?


6Sat06 I’ve spent such a long time weevil and beetle battling I feel tired out now. Every time (And there were many dozens of them) I had to bend to pick the things off the floor, Hippy Hilda and the Belinda Back-Pain let me know their displeasure! Humph!

I got around to doing the Health Checks and taking the medications eventually. Hours after getting up.

I got the computer on, only to find that things were very slow with it.


I struggled through going on the WordPress Reader section and found some good stuff on it again. Then, the signal came good again? The lights on the router thingy keep flashing, no, flickering a lot, though?

It was a bit of a slog, but I got the Thursday Diary updated and posted off. Gawd-Strewth, it’s 0500hrs gone already!

I made an order for a fodder delivery for next Thursday.

Then made a start on this blog. As I had a Giddy Dizzy Dennis spell. I put this down to all the bending and getting up I had to do to sort the damned Weevil-beetles and Lady Bugs attack earlier. It didn’t last long, all over in ten minutes or so.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. A messy pongy evacuation yet again, but I expected it and took a Dia-Limit capsule earlier with the standard medications. Even so, I swallowed another one, as things were ultra liquified.

Good news though, oh yes! Harold’s Haemorrhoids hardly bled at all! I wish I could say the same for Inchies fungal lesion. Tsk!


Washed the hands and to the kitchen to make another mug of tea.

On the window ledge, I spotted another Lady Bug. She had deposited herself under some paper towelling, and to me, it looked like she had laid some eggs? Do ladybirds lay eggs? I’ll look that up…

I found this out: Ladybirds lay eggs one or more times a year (species vary), in batches of up to 40. They are black, turning to yellow or orange and will hatch within 4-10 days. Oh, dearie me!

I felt a bit peckish, so I had a few (honestly only a few) of the pork scratchings and some Scottish shorties. Then went on YouTube.

Got the ablutions done and sorted. Took the rubbish bags to the chute, then readied things and went down and out into the damp, windy weather, to take some external shots of the flats for the extra post to make later about the upgrading progress for WordPress. I took a recycling bag down with me.

Gaynor came out after me, and we had a little chinwag. She confirmed that next week I can use her flat, to get pictures from a different perspective, bless her.

I put all these pictures on the new post: Pictorial Progress Report

Then I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, 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 and had a chat with Lynne and Julie.

Then back inside and up to Jenny and Franks flat. I felt a bit like I was imposing, but they were very kind and got sorted, using their bedroom and kitchen windows. Here are a few of the pictures that I took.

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Progressing slowly, but surely, now.

I thanked them and got down to the flat… no, up to the flat. And got the pork shoulder steaks (After the regulation hourly short-sharp wee-wee, of course, Hehe!) in the oven, the mini-potatoes were already in the crockpot.

Then made up the Upgrading blog and posted it off. (Six-hour job)

5Fri33Health Checks were done. 

Updated this Friday post to here, then went on a catch-up mission on Facebook.

Visited the WordPress Reader section. When I got to reading the posts, about furries Dougie and Andy, it suddenly came over all dark and foreboding.

5Fri34Got the nosh sorted and served up.

WD181.9.9 Just as I had got the plate laid out, I turned to put the pans in the sink to soak in washing up liquid, and I kicked over a bucket of water I’d forgotten that I had left on the floor earlier. By the time I had cleaned it up, the nosh was barely warm.

Still, I ate most of it.

WD181.9.9 Fell asleep with the tray on my knee. Woke up later with it on the floor.


Winwood Heights Pictorial Progress Report – October 12th 2018


Frank, about to throw me out after letting me using his kitchen windows to take the photographs for this Pictorial Progress Report! Hehehe! – Joking.

Winwood Heights Pictorial Progress Report

The State of the Courts from out on Chestnut Walk today, when I nipped down and out into the wind.

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From Jenny & Franks bedroom overlooking Woodthorpe Park

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From Jenny’s Kitchen Window – Extra Care Unit

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Thanks to Jenny and Frank for permitting me to bother them and use their windows in pursuit of my photographicalisationing!

Inchcock – Thursday 11th October 2018: Social Hour, Dysphoria moment, City Centre visit and Lady Bird & Weevils attack!


Thursday 11th October 2018

Maori: Rāpare 11 Whiringa-ā-Nuku 2018

0035hrs: WDPac I woke still feeling a little embarrassed about yesterdays mega Whoppsiedangleplop over the hospital cock-up I made. I sat still for a while, spitting self-recrimination at myself. The brain soon fogged over as other concerns, fears and worries joined in with the self-hate forces, to create a morass of mostly muddled melancholy moods, as they floated around each trying to gain my attention.

Which I’m gratified, (is that the right word? I’ll check later) that thankfully this situation didn’t last long. I gleaned a modicum of self-assertiveness and pulled myself together. Somehow finding the sagaciousness to understand that things I had done could not be changed, now, and I need to blot-out the mistakes and go forward, for my own health and sanity sake.

Feeling smug, self-satisfied, almost conceited, with my surprising change of attitude, I began to extract my baby rhinoceros-shaped but flabby torso from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

WDPac A couple of signs of nocturnal-nibbling were spotted as I gain an upright position. How? Why? Could I really have got up, gone to the cupboard and returned with a pot of cheese biscuits and one of some chip-sticks… and not remember anything about doing so!

I don’t know how, but I kept my nerve and new resolution not to get myself ‘agitated and ‘going’ and all self-critical again! Smug Mode Adopted here! Which was very short-lived!

WDPac I went into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks. 4Thu10

The danged Evil ironclad Boll-Weevils black biting beetles had summoned up their reserve armour and air-force!

Yes, the Lady-Bugs were all over the kitchen. It looked like the Weevil Officers were giving instructions to one of the bugs!

Just when I was beginning to think I was getting the upper hand with the invaders as well!

Doing the Health Checks had to take a back-seat now. I just had to investigate the other rooms to assess the new military reserves the weevils had brought in as support. Hehe!

And Cyndy and Eric I learned yesterday, had an invasion of midges covering their balcony? Oh, dearie me!

After photographing the evidence to send to the European Court of human rights (Haha!), the need for the Porcelain Throne then overtook precedence of the Weevil/Bug patrol. Off to the wet room.

WDPac  I had to rush to get to the Throne in time, and what a messy liquidified evacuation it was! Little Inchies Lesion had been pouring blood, and it had dried on the flesh of my bulbous body and the PP’s! Heck of a painful job cleaning things and medicating afterwards.

4Thu05WDPac Then, I found that the Weevils and Bugs were in the wet room now! I got the Killer Spray and used up what was left of it. (Another £3.59 in costs!) I got another can of the ‘Raid’ cockroach and ant killer and gave that a spray around in the corners of the wet room.

An expensive visit to the Throne this morning. I 4Thu08used up the last of the Anusol Cream, had to start the last tube of Daktacort and the last of the ‘Pure’ citrus air spray (The aroma from the wet evacuation was not tolerable without this spray being used copiously, Hehe!)

WDPac Into the spare room, to find to find dozens of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge. Most of them alive this time, and a little larger in size than of late! But no Lady Bugs in there yet, at least as far as I could tell.

4Thu07I nearly allowed myself to get all uptight at this stage, but I held it back and felt proud of my resisting getting in a panic mode.

To the kitchen and made a tasty, rich mug of Assam tea. It was this strong, due to my putting in two tea bags in the small cup without realising it.

Perhaps the panic-mode was returning after all?

Finally, I got the Health Checks completed.


The readings were all well up on yesterdays. Not surprising though, all the hassle taking place today. Grumph!

I got the computer on and went on the WordPress Reader first, to take a look at the new stuff.

WDPac As I started to update the Wednesday blog, I had to return with as much alacrity as I could manage. Cor blimey, I think that Trotsky Terence is back with me again. More medicating and a change of PP’s (Thanks to Michael, mate!). The fresh-air spray utilised again.

WDPac4Thu06 The ‘Panic-Mode’ I sensed was on the way back. For I found many more of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles running about again! I sprayed them and gathered the corpses.

My stability, cohesion, and soundness of mind were being challenged now. Tsk!

I thought I’d better take a Dia-Limit capsule.

4Thu09WDPac Then realised I had not taken the morning medications yet.

I made the tea and left it to brew fully in the mug.

Back to the computer and finished the Wednesday blog off and got it posted the WordPress.

4Thu06aI’d forgotten about the tea, so went to collect it from the kitchen.

WDPac Only to find two Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, that I don’t think where there on my last visit, in an oven tray on top of the hob. One of them looked almost transparent, ghost-like? The other one was fully alive and seemed to be attacking the first one?

Back to the computer to start updating this diary, at last. But the best intentions don’t always get done immediately. For a third time this morning, I had to hurry to the Porcelain Throne.

 WDPac Another messy, time-consuming and costly session. The lesion had been bleeding so another pair of PP’s had to be adorned, more Daktacort cream, more Gemoloid cream and the last of the ‘Pure’ citrus scented air-spray used up. Oh, heck!

Now, my mood was right mixed one. Discouraged, anxious, nervous and yet discouraged, anxious, nervous and again vivified at how I seem to have coped with the morning’s challenges?

I pressed on with updating as far as to here.

Then I got the nibble box sorted and raffle prizes ready for today’s Winwood Social Hour.

Email from Jenny, I can call on Friday after 1000hrs to take photographs of the new build from her kitchen window. So nice of her.


The day cometh.

Got the ablutions tended to. All went well. Of course, another change of PP’s, use of Daktacort cream and almost the last of the Germoloid was required. Listening to the radio in the shower, and they mentioned areas of Nottingham having invasions from black midges and the Ladybirds! They did not say Sherwood, though.

WDPac I found more Evil ironclad Boll-Weevils black biting beetles in the wet room again. Humph!

Must get the washing done in the morning. Just thought I’d mention it like. Did the midday medications and Health Checks early.

Made up the waste bags to drop in the chute on the way out.

I met a few of my friend tenants on the walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress 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. Mo pointed out to me that the electronic sign on the side of our block of flats that was there two days ago had now been removed?


Consensus between the four residents, Mo or Gaynor, I think it was, I could be wrong, I often am… got carried away there, sorry… said it was due to some electrical fault.

We got to the Winwood Social meeting, and a jolly noisy one it was. But I got a few chinwags in with many of the Winwood residents clan, so I was happy enough. BJ was there as well. Got the raffle prizes on the trolley, got and handed out some raffle tickets and then went round with the nibble box.

Gaynor offered for me to use her windows, I thanked her and asked if I could sort a time and day with her next week. Gaynor, Cyndy and Margaret were all in good form.

Jenny confirmed I would be calling in the morning to take some photos from her kitchen.

I left early, to catch the L9 bus into town, with the sole purpose of my getting some more of those Ritz Potato Thins.

I’ve taken to these nibbles, even though they are light and crispy and up to now, I have not managed to eat any without having dropped crumbs to clear up afterwards! Hehe!

4Thu13I bade my farewells and went out to the bus stop. Where many tenants were awaiting the bus.

A delivery lorry had parked where the bus stop was, but the driver had no choice in the matter.

The city bus arrived, and only me and Barry got on that one. But we had a good natter en route. Barry has done such a lot in his life, it’s a pleasure to listen to him.

4Thu14In town, Barry called in the bookies, and I went across the slab square, taking this photographicalisation of the Nottingham Council House from the centre of the square.

The different clouds in the background came up alright.

The place will soon be filled up with food stalls and money grabbing stalls for the Christmas Fayre I expect. I wonder if they will be putting on the ice-rink again?

4Thu13aaOn this photographical effort on the left, I caught the loss-making Tram pulling out from South Parade. Not surprising really, every day they have fare-dodgers.

The two tax-dodging over-charging Coffee Shops at the end of Wheeler Gate, where my destination, the Poundland shop was located.

Once inside the store, I did get carried away a 4Thu17tad. Guilty!

I got some Christmas pressies (Chocolate-based), My highly rated Ritz Potato Thins (Good!). Listerine, and some thick 50L black bags.

WDPac I found out later, rather embarrassingly, that I had overcharged myself at the self-service check-out! What an Eizel!

As I made my way back to the number 40 bus stop on Queen Street, crossing the Slab Square, I had a few moments of dysphoria. I suddenly felt there was no point anymore, the memory was fading, the body eroding and my failures ever-increasing… A really unexpected and dismal feeling! This unwelcome frame of mind continued until I was on the bus travelling home. My saviour turned out to be a little girl in a pushchair who got on the bus with her mother. She was crying. She was situated opposite me, I gave her a smile which did not help her cease crying. So I pulled faces and pretended to fall asleep and wake up, and the little Angel stopped crying and eventually gave me a smile! This made me feel so good. Mother wouldn’t have known about it, she was using her mobile-phone all the time.

Now I was back to my normal vacant, inane, hopefull, semi-cheerfull mode again.

Dropped off the bus on the hill bend on Winchester Street. Got across the road with relative ease and made my way back to the flats.

I didn’t see any builder workers or residents on the walk back to the apartment.

4Thu15I got inside and had a short-sharp wee-wee.

Got into the kitchen and took this shot of a chap and his dog near the bottom of the tree copse.

I don’t know for sure why I took it, they were both seemingly resting, but a flash of jealousy came over me, seeing a man and his dog in harmony and so peaceful.

WDPac Then, I noticed the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were out in force on the kitchen floor. Tsk! A couple of Ladybirds were amongst them?

4Thu16I took a photograph out of the kitchen window, which revealed ladybirds and weevils on the outside of the frame!

I put away the pressies and fodder and got some seasoned potatoes into the oven. Spread some sourdough bread with butter, sliced some tomatoes, washed and placed sugar-snap peas, extra strong grated cheese and pork pie meat with gelatine on the plate all ready for when the potatoes were cooked/

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

4Thu17Got the nosh prepared and served up.

Not a bad tasting fodder-plate tonight. Well, this afternoon.

8.9/10 Flavour Rating.

The plan was, eat the meal, wash the pots, clean up the front room carpet, get the TV on and watch some A-Team on the TV…

I fell asleep! Humph!

Inchcock – Wednesday 10th October 2018: Wonderfully Woeful Whoopsiedangleplop Day. Tsk!



Wednesday 10th October 2018

Swedish: Onsdagen den 10 Oktober 2018

2350 hrs: I woke up with a bit of a start, the head in a spin and struggling to grasp what needed doing today. I remembered the Asda fodder was to arrive, (but I had to look-up later at what time, 0700>0800hrs) and the hospital visit… then, the mind had to concentrate on getting me to the Porcelain Throne on time! Passing the empty orange juice bottles, cheese curl packets, and the crumbs on the £300 second-hand recliner and carpet near to the Ottoman. Schlemiel!

WD 51.2.51 The evacuation was slightly cringe-making, uneasy and messy. Prevented my gaining any degree of serenity of the mind. Still, I got a few pages of the ‘Catastrophy’ book read. As if the brain wasn’t already vagarious enough, struggling to cope, now I input more knowledge I don’t need for the grey-cells to get confused and mystified over! Idiot!

Little Inchies lesion had been bleeding a lot while I was asleep. Not comfortable cleaning things up when they had congealed, but I managed with the odd ‘Ooh’ and ‘Ohohoh’ being muttered. At one stage, I think an ‘Argh!’ slipped out. It is vital that I clear all signs of any sanguineous from the fungal lesion, to try to avoid the medics halting the procedure later on. Changed the PP’s and applied some Daktacort cream. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not bleeding at all. Just on the day that I’m going in to have them strangulated, this happens! I don’t know if it is a good or bad thing, though?

Apart from Inchies Fungal Lesion, physically, I was feeling good. Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Hernia Harold, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Duodenal Donald, Back-Pain-Brenda, Metal-Ticker-Thomas, the Plates-of-meat, and DVT Theresa were all being so kind to me, I found it hard to believe, but appreciated the situation all the same. If only the mind would be as sympathetic to me. Bonkersness approacheth? Hehehe!

I set about doing the Health Checks.


3Wed01Well, well, well, fancy that. The Sys and Dia have come down well this morning, and also the temperature.

Good timing that!

And, as well as and besides that, the sphygmomanometer worked the first time! If only the mind would do the same. Haha!

Made a brew and took the medications. Remembering not to eat anything as instructed.

I updated and finished the Tuesday Diary then got it posted off. Went on the WordPress Reader section.

When I went to make another brew of tea, I noticed that the flat was looking a little tatty and unkempt. I hope to have a bash at cleaning it up a bit when I get the procedure sorted.

Back to the computer and I heard a noise coming from somewhere in the flat. I jumped up (well, alright, struggled out of the chair) and went to investigate.

WD 51.2.51 In the kitchen I found stuff had fallen off of the sink side; things that should not have been there if I’d kept the place tidy as normal. Klutz! There was a bottle of bleach, a washing-up liquid bottle and a bowl that had fallen off and landed around the bag of hospital things I have to take with me later. Luckily, there was no leakage.

WD 51.2.51 However, when I checked out the bag, the shaving foam had been releasing some of its foam and soaked a towel. So, I swapped the towel for another one. Tsk! Good job I noticed really.

I started this blog going up to here. Then had an idea for a Political Funny graphic as a diary header, and went on CorelDraw to make a start of designing it while the idea was fresh in the head.

Ablutions were carried out without any shaving cuts. The medicalisationing of the fungal lesion, although not exactly a success, was not too painful this time.

I collated the black bags to go down the chute, gathered the recycling bag and hospital bag, and departed. Took the black waste to the chute. Got to the lift, it arrived, and I realised I had not heard the ‘Ping’.

WD 51.2.51 Back to the flat to get the hearing aids. Humph! Back to the lift. Not feeling so bad really, as I was feeling a mite holier-than-though, about getting all the things needed for the procedure, and remembering the timing, etc. Also, I had time to meet Cissy in town, and Paul was to arrive to pick us up to lift me to the hospital. All was going well, I thought.

I plodded down and put the bag for there cycling near the caretakers door, and off 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 china and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.
I was first in the room this morning, and it soon filled up with many others, and chinwags of mammoth proportions followed.

3Wed05The bus arrived, and I got the crossword book out and had a reasonably successful go at it en route.

In town, I got off at the terminus on King Street, and took this photograph, thinking it might come out a ‘Moody’ one.

Walked down and met Cissy in the slab square.

WD 51.2.51 This is where the start of my Mega Whoopsiedangleplop began to take fruit! Cissy heard my mobile ringing and informed me. I got it out and answered it in time, but could not make out what the lady was saying, so again Cis took charge and spoke for me.

As I watched her turn the call off minutes later, her confoundedly serious Tut-Tutting began. She explained: That was the hospital confirming the appointment is still on for the procedure. FOR NEXT WEDNESDAY at 0830hrs! As she said this, shame and utter self-disapproval flowed out as I now remembered the time and date being changed last week!

3Wed05aWD 51.2.51 I think she felt sorry for me a bit. Paul arrived and laughed his head-off almost, but Cissy was a little annoyed with me as well. They departed, and I was in a right state mentally after they had left. I’m not sure where I went until I was aware that I was on the Poundland store, filling up the shopping basket. But I found this photo later that I could not recall taking?

Resigned to my failure, well, almost, I carried on shopping and think I got some bargains. Christmas chocolates (Liqueurs) for the other tenants. Social Hour Prizes and nibble box biscuits.  Zoflora Citrus disinfectant, ham off-cuts, cheeselets, bird food for the ducks, and a Pork Farm pork pie.

I popped along to the Marks & Spencers Food Hall. Spent on more unneeded fodder. I think the cock-up I’d made affected my minds balance? Haha! Anyway, I got a sliced Sourdough Stonebake loaf. Shortie biscuits, shelled peas and sliced mushrooms.

3Wed06I do remember taking this photo of the Little John Tower Dome, and thinking how cloudless the sky was.

I looked this up late on the Cosmopolitan page on the web, it said: From early October, stargazers will be treated to a spectacular display of shooting stars as Halley’s Comet returns to Earth. Just thought I’d mention it.

3Wed07I caught the L9 bus and Elizabeth, and Cindy got on. After telling them earlier about my procedure being today, I proceeded to make myself look a right fool, by explaining cock-up with the dates. I felt a right Plonker!

Still, they were kind really, as they told me I was a nitwit or something like that! Hehehe!

3Wed08The sky remained clear of any clouds, and despite the sun, I sensed it was going to get cold tonight.

WD 51.2.51 A little after taking this picture, I nodded off for a minute or two, as I woke up I thought I heard the driver talking to us, but missed what he was saying. I asked the ever-patient Cindy what he said. He was checking if anyone wanted to get off at a stop on the hill down to the flats.

Got off the bus, say hello to those tenants getting onto the vehicle, and the three of us (Cindy, Elizabeth, and yours-truly)  hobbled to the flats. We met Ian Incharge on the way along Chestnut Walk. I gave him with Cindies prompting (She is kind) a box of the Brandy Liqueurs as a treat. We had a laugh in the lift, and I made my way to the flat and a much-needed wee-wee and medicalisationing of the lesion.

Got the things put away and got the mushrooms and peas simmering with demerara sugar and lemon. Hope it tastes alright?

Got updating this blog to here, and the weariness and tiredness loomed.

3Wed29aSo I stopped and got the nosh sorted out.

I really enjoyed this meal. The sourdough bread was excellent, the salt & vinegar potato thins very tasty, the extra Strong cheddar was good, tomatoes and apples were okay. The most costly item on the plate, the shelled Kenyan Pod Peas from Marks & Spencers, that I boiled long and slow with lemon juice and demerara sugar, tasted delightful. A 9.45/10 Taste-Rating!

So, there’s a tip I’ve discovered for anyone else to try. Cindy, Jenny, Elizabeth, Mary, Penny, Lynne, Susie, Margaret, Deana, Julie… or maybe not. Hehe! But I loved em!

I got the TV on, to watch the A-Team double-episodes. I didn’t make it to the first set of advertisements… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Tuesday 9th October 2018: Odd sort of day, shame I missed the last bit of it… Hehe!


Tuesday 9th October 2018

Portuguese: Terça-Feira, 9 de Outubro de 2018

2Tue001Having been up since 2130hrs, like yesterday, I was all confused. I had a few wee-wee’s while I started on updating the Monday Post.

The sky from the unwanted, view-blocking, light-eliminating new kitchen window, looked almost foreboding.

Had to go to the Porcelain Throne and sort-put best I could the fungal lesion sanguineness.

2Tue02fI found that the legs were still full of fluid, this time, with the left one being bigger, or fuller than the right one. The mystery growth on the lower right leg remains a conundrum as to what it is from! I think another one might be growing on the right leg, to keep it company? Haha!

I seem to have hairy knees? I’ve not noticed that before. Hehe!

Did the Health Checks.


0125hrs: Got the blog for Monday finished and posted off.

I went to make a brew of tea. I took the morning medications.

I had a hunt around for any Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and found only dead ones. Well, until later when I discovered and eliminated a few live ones from the spare room.

0220hrs: Back to the computer. Had a read of WP Reader section. Then onto the TFZer Facebooking and adding to the photo albums.

It took me until 0438hrs – the Facebook or internet was that slow. Turned it all off and rebooted. Then tried to reply to some Facebook comments. Another two hours spent on Facebooking!

I had the back-stabbing-pains getting worse, so I got up and had a walk about for a bit – it did no good of course. Haha!

On my hobble around, I found eight letters stuck in the letterbox. Seven were junk mail, and one from Nottingham City Homes. A two-sided message. An invitation to a meeting to view the design ideas for the new Winwood Centre, the conference for next Tuesday at 1400hrs>1600hrs on Tuesday 23rd October.

  • Ground Floor: Large social area with tea point and kitchen: Dining tables and chairs, informal seating area. Possible partitions.
  • First Floor: Craft Activity Room, IT points. Storage areas. Judging by all the empty spirit and beer bottle in the recycling bin, I think that Craft Beers would entice most tenants to have a go. Hehehe! Only joking.
  • Second Floor: TV lounge, chairs, and a sofa. That would be somewhere different for me to fall asleep? Haha!
  • Third Floor: Games Room. Snooker, table tennis or air hockey. Board games and a dart board. The mind shudders!
  • Fourth Floor: Sun Room. Retro feel, CD’s MP3’s (Whatever they are?), opening out onto a roof terrace.


By gum, they are going to a lot of expense and effort for us all. Lucky residents we are!

I must remember to get to see Jenny and ask her which weekday would be best for me to take up her kind offer to let me take some photographs of the new build before it is completed, from her kitchen and lounge windows.

I went on CorelDraw to prepare some more TFZer graphics. I managed to get three done before it was time to tend to the ablutions and medicationing.

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Got the shaving, showering, creaming, lotioning, and refreshing all done.


Took three shots from the window to show the morning to you all. Left, ahead and right.

I popped up to see Roy and his better half, but no answer.

2Tue06Treat Jenny and Frank on the way out. Great people.

As I left the flats, this beast of a plant wagon approached.


Plant Perambulator Paulius Plonk-Brewer (Hyphenated) and Eric Incharge were manipulating the vehicle.

Along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers 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. I was first in, but the place soon filled up: Cindy, Elizabeth, Lynne, Welsh William and Big John from the flat above plus many others. I harkened to the chatter.

2Tue07When it was time, we all went out to the bus stop. The City bound bus arrived first, and Big John and I got on it. I dropped off at Woodborough top Plains Road junction and wobbled along to the Aldi Store.

Where I spent and got a little more than I needed to. Tsk, Klutz!

Nibbles for the Christmas ‘do’ meeting. Melton 2Tue07bMowbray pork pie, cheese twists, pork shoulder steaks, mini-potatoes, vine tomatoes, hoisin pork ribs, and some brown sandwich thins.

Oh, and some boxes of two cream cakes on offer. One for me, one of Jenny and one for Cyndy. Guilt Mode Adopted!

I decided to get the bus back instead of walking, then I could get to the hospital quicker.

2Tue08aBack at the flats, I used the safety passage mad up from fence thingies. Naturally, Big John walked bravely on the road section. Oh, I am good! Haha!

Got in the flat and went up to Cyndy’s and gave Eric the nibbles, then to Jennies for the same reason. I asked if Jenny could let me know when was best for me to call to use her windows for the photographicalisationing of the new block. Left the cakes and back to the flat.

WD0.51.102 Then I realised it was tomorrow, not today for the hospital. What a Shlemiel! I seem to have got myself in a right muddle appointment-wise.

2Tue26Did the Health Checks.

So I got the meal on.

Hoisin pork ribs, green beans, tomatoes, mini-potatoes and chip sticks. Mandarin yoghourt and an apple.

The naughty but nice jam & cream doughnuts went down too well. Hehe! Flavour Rating: 9.1/10.

I must have nodded off after eating this meal.

Cause I woke up around midnight with the plate and things still on the tray on the next chair, and positive signs of nocturnal nibbling spread over my stomach (Crumbs!)

What happened on the 5 hours before this, is a mystery. But I either had a somnambulant episode, or woke up to gather the fodder to nibble… or, I don’t know. Humph!




Inchcock – Monday 8th October 2018: More graphicalisation done, Doctors for CHD test, Fatigue Mode Adopted, fell asleep… Int life good! Hehe!


Monday 8th October 2018

Irish: Dé Luain 8 Deireadh Fómhair 2018

0000hrs: Having been up and about and done the necessary ablutionalisationing and medicationalising, I had to return to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne duties. Hehe! All went well.

WDPBL02b Little Inchies fungal lesion had bled a bit again, but Harold’s Hæmatorrhœa was only leaking a tiny bit.

And I felt a lot better than last night when I had a fatigue festival. Haha!

1Mon01aI took a photograph through the kitchen window.

Just gone midnight, but the vehicle lights and emergency vehicle blues’ were plentiful.

I got the kettle on and took last nights medications that I’d forgot to imbibe, because of my falling to sleep early on in the day for several hours.

1Mon01I must have needed the kip, I suppose?

Then, I was sure I heard a clanging noise coming in through the open kitchen window.

I tried looking down through the window, but the new protruding ledges under the frames made it impossible for me to see anything. So, I took a blind shot with the camera. It showed nothing untoward down there.

I placed the morning medications on a tray and put them next to the computer so as not to forget to take them later. The Cardiac test at 0900hrs this morning at the surgery, mustn’t ignore that either.

Tended to the Health Checks next. Then made up the Excel record on the computer for last week.


Once again, the morning’s readings were all higher than the previous day?

I remembered I needed to take a urine sample with me to the doctors. So, I got a tube filled and put it in the bag straight away so as not to forget to take it with me.

WDPBL02b Damn it! Just remembered, I was not supposed to eat anything or drink anything after 2200hrs, but water before the examination. Klutz! I’d had a drink of tea!!! Everyone should have the right to do stupid things. But, I think I am abusing that privilege!

1Mon001I found about ten dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the wet room, one alive.

The spare room produced only about twelve weevils, all dead.

The kitchen held only about nine of the little invaders, again, all dead!

I did not allow myself to get too optimistic, this has happened before. Methinks that the beetles were either retreating or moving on to a flat with more food in it. Hehe! Only to find an increased number of flipping things the next morning.

I thought I’d make a start on doing some diary page header graphics in advance. So onto CorelDraw. Got a couple or so done.

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1Mon05aMade up the nibble bags for the surgery staff. Had a wash and brushed up, and went to set out on the walk to the surgery. There was a letter in the box on the door, bent down to grab it and I had a Dennis Dizzy visit.

WDPBL02b Clouted my head against the corner of the metal. Ah, well!

1Mon06No one about when I went down and got out to the recycling bin.

I deposited my empty Tomato Passata jar on top of the beer, lager, champagne, sherry, San Miguels, wine, brandy, whiskey and gin bottles, etc.

I think I might be the only non-alcoholic in the block. Hehe!

1Mon07I took this shot of the New Extra Care Build and Winchester Court block on the way along Chestnut Walk.

The lower back pain stings started again, making it a painful hobble to the doctor’s surgery. Luckily, there were many distractions from the agony (Hehe!) in the form of many Dangerous Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists, and my actually seeing a Nottingham Police Car on the road… No actual policemen on foot, of course.

As I plodded down Winchester Street hill, I took this picture of the beautiful colours on offer from the changing trees, the gloomy sky, with the early morning cold sunshine breaking through.


1Mon07bThe house Unpainted on the left, is where I lived donkeys-years ago in a flat. I’d guesstimate as being around 1965? Little knowing I’d be walking down Winchester Street, with bad memories of my short residence, fifty-four years later!

To the bottom and on to Mansfield Road.

The traffic queue as far as the eye could see. 1Mon07cOne of the rare occasions I feel content with no longer having a car.

During the forty-minute hobble, the back pains eased off a lot.

A few car horns were being used in the line of slow moving traffic.

Sounded like tempers were being strained to me.

1Mon08As I neared the Sherringham Medical Practice, I managed to get a photo of the ‘Look at me, I’m tough!’ Pavement Cyclist, as he approached me.

He shouldn’t really be on a pushbike if he is too terrified to use the road? I notice he is not too scared to put the fear of God into ageing pedestrians! The Brion! (Bully).

(End of rant. Haha!)

I got in the surgery and presented myself at the reception. And very glad I was, that I had the day and time right for once. Hehe! Logged in and sat down with the crossword book.

A nurse came to collect me earlier than my appointment time. She was a relief nurse I think, I’d not seen her before. Nice lady. She sorted me out. The bleeding afterwards took a long time to stop, but this is not unusual. Gave her a nibble bag, thanked her. Dropped some fodder-nibbles of at the reception, and I out in the car park well before I could use my bus-pass time.

1Mon09So, I set off on a hobble back to the flats, the way I came from, up Mansfield Road. The traffic was still congested.

Another Nottinghamian Pedestrian Cyclist shot by me from behind, giving me a bit of a shock. He was very close to clouting me!


1Mon10AS I got to the tip of the hill, another Pavement Cyclist approached, just as a rarity came into view as I took the shot.

Yes, it really was a Nottingham Police Car!

(Sarcasm Mode Engaged) It’s nice to see things that take you back so many years.

Down the hill into Sherwood, and called into the Continental Food Store. Had a look for any of the lemon cream cake squares, but no, none available. I could have got nutmeg, vanilla, kiwi or almond flavoured ones, but no lemon. (Sulk Mode Adopted!)

I decided to treat myself to some of the expensive sliced continental bread, then perused the cooked meats and bought some roast belly pork slices, with the intention of having some sandwiches later on. I got some mini-potatoes as well.

The haul up Winchester Street Hill back home proved detrimental for the back pains, but Anne Gyna coped well with the slog.

The first L9 buses were loading up with Winwood Height’s residents as I turned the corner. They were all gone by the time I got 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.

I popped in the hut and caught Warden Unterscharführeress Julie as she was leaving on a visit to Winchester Court. A few words were shared. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.

1Mon11I got in the apartment and had a wee-wee, and changed the PP’s due to Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding. Washed and into the kitchen, for a much-needed mug of tea.

The sky looked a little ominous, and the sunshine had retired.

Made a brew and got the Health Checks done.


The early fatigue-mode arrived.

Got the nosh sorted out. Used the pork in the ultra-tasty brown continental sliced bread sarnies. Some tomatoes, chip-sticks, sliced a Cox’s apple, a pot of lemon mousse and some fresh Clementine juice.

The meal went down well. A taste-rating of 9.2/10 was given.

Things get a bit vague from here on, I’m afraid. I assume I fell asleep?

I woke up wondering what day it was, let alone what time it was! Tsk!

It was 2125hrs! I did the health checks and took the belated evening medications I usually have around 1600hrs.

Then, I got the computer on, to update this blog. Which took me until 0015hrs to get done, for Shaking Shaun was visiting my hands again. Humph!