Shirley told Inchy to go feed the ducks,
And mentioned that his poetry sucks,
He got it wrong as he usually does,
He fell in with ducks, what a fuss!
Why the hypo and the uniform?
Had he been naughty, and did not conform?
But is there more to this tale of Woe?
Only Shirley will ever really know!
A housewife, an accountant and a lawyer were asked, “How much is 2+2?”
The housewife replies: “Four!”.
The accountant says: “I think it’s either 3 or 4. Let me run those figures through my spreadsheet one more time.”
The lawyer pulls the curtains, dims the lights and asks in a hushed voice, “How much do you want it to be?”
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Eventually, managed to get a few hours kip in. I sprang awake just before 0600 hrs and to the porcelain. Boy, was the blood flowing, from the usual areas. Had a mess to clean up again, and stopping the flow took ages!
Readied the laundry for when BJ calls to give me a lift to the launderette, very kind of him too.blood!
I didn’t have a shave for fear of using the razor, as it is normal for me to have a little cut or nick each time I do shave with the razors. I’m going to see if I can get another electric one to replace the old one that blew up a few months ago, from Asda today to use. I can’t get a good shave with electric ones, and they take more time than the standard razors to use, but needs must; with the bleeding this morning I’ve decided to force myself to get and use one to avoid any Whoopsiedanglepops and to bleed to death. Well, better safe than sorry. Hehe!
I made a cuppa, took my medications (with an extra Senna), and got the laptop on to finish on Monday’s, and start this diary off.
Feeling cold this morning, due I expect to the blood being so thin now the INR level is so high?
Still, the rent arrears were explained to me yesterday, not that I entirely understood why some ‘extras’ added to the basic rent have to be charged on different days than others. I have additional charges for; CCTV, Caretaking, Communal Light, TV Reception, Sheltered Accommodation Services?, Charge Warden, Care Alarm Property and Lift Maintenance.
I thought I’d have a look at the original paperwork in the folder.
After getting out the big folder and sorting through each one, I could not find the Nottingham City Homes one.
This information confused me a little, well, a lot, as I know I’d used it yesterday. Perhaps I’d left it in my bag. A look 
there proved I had not left it in my bag.
Perplexed now, I searched around without any luck.
I returned to the laptop defeated, and guess what I spotted in the see-through red folder behind the laptop?
The Nottingham City Hoes folder! Sad Innit?
Waiting for BJ to call to say he’s on his way.
He called shortly, and I rushed around getting the washing and accoutrements gathered, and went downstairs and walked to the end of the road to meet BJ.
He lifted me to the launderette, where I managed a chin-wag with Mandy.
Nipped into the chemist next door to get my extra prescription Codeine Phosphate tablets.
We said out farewells to Mandy, and as we were coming out and getting into the BJ’s car, we were talking about Watson Fothergill.
BJ told me that Watson Fothergill had been Christened Fothergill Watson and had changed his name. This got me interested, and as we talked about the famous and creative Nottingham Architect, BJ said he’d take me to see his gravestone in the ‘Rock Cemetary’ not far away on the way into town.
By now it was very windy, and the rain had started to fall. Despite this, I just had to take the opportunity to have a look at Watsons grave.
It was a while before we could find it, but it was worth the effort without any doubt.
I had a walk around, without falling over or 
down in the damp shaggy overgrowth of the thousands of old graves there.
The view from the middle I found appealing. I don’t think they are actually burying anyone there anymore, and it is saturated with graves, and I’m sure there’s no more room spare.
They are allowing families to add to those already there to past relatives though BJ says.
He called me over to take a look at one headstone, and it was so original we both fell in love with the ingenuity of whoever designed it.
It had been shaped like a tree trunk with cut off branches and made of stone.The witting: Henry Hunter – Died in Amityville, New York – November
The witting: Henry Hunter – Died in Amityville, New York – November 15th, 1899.
And the writing was made to look as if it had been cut into the bark of the tree.
I wish I’d thought of that! Hehe!
We moved on to Asda. Where I managed to buy an electric shaver. (When I opened it hours later, to find in only had round two-pin plug connector, so I couldn’t use it! Huh!)
BJ dropped me at the flats as the rain got worse and the wind even stronger and noisier. I struggled up to the apartment with the washing and shopping, straight to the porcelain first thing I did.
As I unloaded the shopping, I recalled buying two packets of cream cakes, with the intention of giving one to BJ in thanks for the lift. But, of course, I forgot all about them.
Still I knocked on the lady neighbours next door flats door, luckily she was in, and gave her a pack.
Then put away the clean togs and got into me jammy bottoms.
Set the oven on a low light, so I could warm up me ready cooked bacon hock I’d purchased at Asda, with some potato scones later, with the sour bread.
Then started to update this diary, and do the graphics for it.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable with the beard growth, but I’d better not risk the razors – oh sod it! All the expense, getting the damned shaver, and now I’ve got to get out tomorrow to buy an adapter so that I can use the flipping thing! Humph!
Got the bacon done and added the potato cakes and had them with soda bread, Cumberland sausage, baked beans and a sprinkle of vinegar, followed by the cream cakes. Oh, I am a pig!
Washed the pots then tried to stay awake to listen to the radio.
Nodding off was being resisted by the racing brain at this point.
“I would be loath to speak ill of any person who I do not know deserves it, but I am afraid he is an attorney”!
Samuel Johnson (1709-84), English author, lexicographer.
Been up since before midnight – something amiss? I had a dream last night early on, and it seems to have affected me somehow or other?
Which is bad timing, as today I have to go to the GP for my Warfarin blood level tests, then go to Nottingham City Homes offices again. I have to try to sort out the arrears I’m still in with them. Last month when I visited them, they told me all would be okay and not to worry, they’ll sort it. Now I’m deeper in arrears than then? Very worried now. I’ll nip in hte Community Shed first to see if anyone is in to assist and guide me.
I spent a good few hours doing graphics.
I daren’t stop in case I fall asleep and don’t get up in time for me trek to the GP surgery.
I added some of my stuff to start a Pinterest site going. Two pages started, one being Inchcock’s Funnies and the other shots of Nottingham 2016. I’ll see how it all works.
I’ll just titivate this old one I did some time ago, entitled Marissa’s New Band.
Had a cuppa and took my medications.
Then I got a lovely soak in the bath and readied my things on the chair ready to take with me.
I took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way down to go to the Community Hut to discuss the rent arrears before going off to the GP surgery for the Warfarin level tests.
Well, did I feel a complete and utter, over the hill senile old fool or did I not?
I did! (Oh the embarrassment!)
I got the Nottingham City Homes rent statistics letter out to show them. (Yes, the one I had been looking at over the weekend, and least twenty times).
As I was showing them the problem I noticed the ‘C’ at the side of the balance. Coy-Mode entered, and the red-faced sudden realisation I’d got it wrong again. I was actually in credit, not arrears. letter
I had it explained to me how some of the extras added to the actual rent figure were charged on different days to the rent, some in advance some not. As she pointed out why the Caretaking costs, Lift maintenance, CCTV costs, Rubbish collection costs etc were charged on different days to the main rent. letter
I was confused with it all, but so pleased that I was no longer in arrears.
I set off on the walk to the GP surgery – as I got into Sherwood I espied several Nottingham Pavement Cyclists and reached for my camera to photograph the damned dangerous varmints! Of course, the camera was not there. I’d left it ready to pick up when I left the flat on the chair along with my mobile phone and bus pass.
Not a good start to the day, and I as already feeling tired with having gotten no sleep overnight. As I wanted to get some nature photographs in the Arboretum decided to walk back to the flats and pick up the things after the surgery visit.
The nurse soon had my blood tests done. Gave her some nibbles, ogled and thanked her. Then the trek back to the flat. Just had time to get the mobile and bus pass, and back out in time for me to catch the bus into town.
Once I dropped off the bus in the City Centre, I realised I was too tired to even think about walking to the Arboretum today.So I had a wander around the streets hoping to get a ‘Moody’ photo taken while the sun was out.
So I had a wander around the streets hoping to get a ‘Moody’ photo or two 
taken while the sun was out.
Clinton Street first, not many folk about today.
Then at the M&S store, Wheeler Gate I got a decent photograph of the pedestrian area. Again rather sparse of people.
No shortage of pigeons though.letter
The Ice-cream van man didn’t have any customers at all while I was in the area.letter
Mind you, with the wind being a bit cold and the prices he was charging it amazed me if he’d get any customers today.
I popped into the Foodhall there but didn’t get anything. Nice to get out of the wind mind.
Fatigue and tiredness forced me to cancel all plans and I caught the bus back to the flats.
I spent more time asleep than awake on the bus and was fortunate enough to wake up just before the stop for the flats.
I nearly nodded off on me feet in the lift going up to the twelfth floor!
The need for sleep was getting demanding now. I got the meal on, curried beans, bacon, frankfurters, potato farls and bread thins, followed by a mini-pot of ice-cream. letter
I was so weary, but I still enjoyed it. Rated this one at 9.5/10.letter
Took my medications with it, and then put on ‘The Good Guys’ DVD. letter
I fell asleep.
It was well dark when I was woken by the landline light and ringing tone.
Struggled to the phone, it was the nurse from the surgery with the results of the INR blood test. She was very concerned because the level was the highest I’d ever had. 5.8? She told me not to take any tonight (Too late I had) or tomorrow night, and only one and a half tablets on Thursday night. I should take extreme care not to cut myself over the next week, and not use a razor blade to shave but use my electric razor. (I don’t have one anymore, since the one I did have burst into flames)
I have to book another test for Thursday at the surgery.
So I sent off a request by email.
Got the laptop on and updated this tosh.
Getting drowsy again…
When Shirley was throwing Mikes empty Claret bottles away,
She has to use Pickfords, there’s so many nowaday,
She came across this photo, obviously from a long gone day,
Was it depicting any naughties or horseplay?
If anyone knows, please let her know today!
If Rachel still has the outfit, Inchcock would appreciate a visit from her wearing it again. Please give him advanced warning if agreeable so he can get some extra medications in.
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A terrible night of waking, weeing and wheezing.
I think that sister Jane’s flu has been transferred down the telephone line to me? Hehe!
I didn’t get up until gone eight o’clock this morning. Drained, tired and a bit sorry for myself I was.
I walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on and get my medications. And straight into t-towel hanging on my home made indoor washing line!
I did laugh! (No I didn’t)
Still, the towel and the microfibre duster thingamajig were both almost dry. I managed to avoid tipping the bowl over on the floor that I’d positioned to catch the dripping water.
No wash, no shave, no teggies cleaned either. Straight on the laptop and started doing some graphicationalisationing!
For the next few hours, in between sneezing coughing and trips to the porcelain, I worked on a creation and finally got it finished.
Despite the frustrations of having to do so many amendments and tweaks, I got it something like I wanted.
The final touch, making the tattoo on Danny Soz’s arm took as long as all the rest did to get looking okay.
I posted it under ‘Picture needing explanation – Bloggers in the Park?
Carried out another search for me hearing aids.
Then made even more tea, and then did some Facebooking.Then set about my second graphicalisationing session.
Then set about my second 
graphicalisationing session. Titled this one ‘WordPressers in the play park – Clarification required, please.
Feeling a bit peckish now.
I’ll have a look at what grub is in stock methinks.
I think, Frankfurters, chips, potato farls and beetroot, I turned the oven on to warm it up.
Did some Facebooking while it got to temperature.
Cuppa and took the medications.
Got the meal sorted and enjoyed it.
Rated this one 9.2/10.
Watched some TV and nodded off.
Woke with a start around 2330hrs, mind full of a dream I’d been having, had to write it down straight away to record here later.
I was back courting Sue, and we were living where I lived years before we met, in the digs. We went out on a walk in te fog at night. Fell into a dyke and I managed to get us out of the soft mud at the edge where we landed. Then there was a bit about where we visited her home with her parents there. We returned to the digs, and loads of people I knew or know came in to stay, there was a physical control barrier in the hallway… Sue and I were happy together again, and I was so proud for some reason… that’s all I could remember by the time I wrote it down.
It was such a real dream to me. I could not get back to sleep, so got up properly, made a cuppa and got on the laptop.
I felt hot and sweaty, no sneezing now.ed,
Off to the WC and got a shock. ‘Little Inchy’ had been pouring blood. And there was I, thinking the lesion was healing so well too. Tsk!
Jammy bottoms in a bowl of water to soak.ed,
Suddenly I felt so sad that the dream was only a dream and guilty for some reason?
Funny old life isn’t it?
Going to be well tired and shattered for the INR Warfarin blood level test, and the visit to try and sort me rent arrears in the morning! Tsk!
What were these three up to in the park?
Part of their fitness routine, or were they having a lark?
Was it a party, or am I wide of the mark?
Were they awaiting the arrival of the loan shark?
Marissa was supplying the musical melody, with her bassoon,
Were Shirl and Mike on another honeymoon?
We need to know, and very soon,
So we can rib them, this very afternoon!
All WordPress Blogger Experts and models used in the production of this graphicalisation did so voluntarily and without expectancies of any financial reward. Only in search of fame and the opportunity to display their none-crude abilities to take the piss out of other WordPress Bloggers. Honestly!
Also known as a ‘Write load of writers’.
When, why, who, which and whatever were they doing remains a mystery yet to be solved.
Can you be of help with this, please?
I fang you!
I didn’t get off properly until gone midnight. A couple of trips to the porcelain, then I was up at 0500hrs wide awake and in the bathroom again. Tsk!
The throne session was a painful one again, but not so bad as yesterday.
Made a cuppa and got the laptop to finish the diary for Thursday. An odd day Thursday was, full of highs and lows.
Got it done and posted around 0700hrs, then titivated the kitchen, made a cuppa, took the medications and started this diary off.
Checked the emails, and then did some Facebooking.
Onto CorelDraw7 and doctored a graphic of Sandra Lentz to post.
Oh, those eyes, those controlling pulsating, alluring, pulchritude ridden, desirable, knowing eyes.
Cough, cough, a tablet now, taken and onward.
Prepared myself for a trip out to town. I’m hoping to go to the ‘Contemporary Art Gallery’ to take a photo of one of the galleries to use as a background for a graphic I am planning to do for Patti in America.
So, down to the bus stop and caught the L9 into town.Dropped off
The sun kept coming through, but it was a bit cool.Dropped off
As I fell off the bus on Hockley, I walked up close to where the gallery was situated around the corner.
I passed a new, one of so many, new restaurants with an outside eating area.
Just couldn’t help bu smile as I saw the name and thought to myself; “I bet they’ll tell you lies to sell you something!” Hehe!
The building of the gallery looked like it might make a ‘Moody’ photograph, so gave it a go.
You can see the Pinnochio Patisserie on the left, near the overflowing rubbish bin.
The old road it is built on has much history in it. Lacemaking premises, 
(None left now), the Gallows in the old Courts and police station.
The entrance to the gallery is hidden away to the right of the advertising board next to where an eighteen-year-old was murdered last July.
They had all five galleries open today, so I thought that finding one that fitted in with what I was looking for to photograph for my graphic project would be a piece of cake.
Humph!
It turned out that each one had a security guard in it this morning. When I got my camera out, I thought he was going to throw a dicky fit! All the galleries had an Eastern Europe theme. Not what I would consider calling art, in the least. Mostly photographs of Communist vs. Capitalist, a male streaker or two, and artwork that looked like ankle-snappers had doodled them.
I disappointedly left them to it.
As I made my way to the bus stop, I passed the end of Clinton Street. them.
In this one picture on a busy street are tell-tale signs of life in Nottingham. The street musicians. The mobile phone using disinterested eighteen-year-old spotty-faced youth falling asleep holding an advertisement 
board up for a Tattoo studio. The family dining as they have a break between their shoplifting. The florist bloke, who cannot speak English. (Fair enough, I can’t speak Latvian). The kids, teaching their parents how to swear in modern terms. The modern day beggars with their mobile phone and dogs in the doorways of the bankrupt shops. The mobile sellers all claiming to be the cheapest and best. And somehow a few seconds after taking this photo a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist emerged winding around the mob with great alacrity and speed out of that crowd!
Then two females started the fisticuffs off. I moved on, keeping my camera well hidden, as the police arrived and the crowds started cheering the ladies on to greater efforts to pull each others hair out.
I moved down the hill and crossed over the Market Square.
Not so busy here, most Nottinghomian’s had moved to the altercation up the road.
You can see the crane (Blue) in the distance on Queen Street, where all the bus stops had been moved while they do whatever it is they are doing. There were signs fro all the other bus routes informing passengers where to get their bus temporarily – but nothing for the L9! Double Humph!
I wandered around hoping to find someone to ask from the bus company. No luck. I had a walk around the streets in the hope of seeing a sign somewhere on one of the stops. No!
I called in the Spar shop, and they had two hot bacon butties left at £1 each, and also and besides as well as that, I got a free Sun newspaper?
So I moved down to the Victoria Mall bus stop, where I could catch a number 40 that would drop me off on Winchester Street.
Didn’t have to wait long and one came along.
At least, the pigeons were glad when I slipped them some seed covertly.
I got knocked about a bit on the bus when getting on with other passengers, uncouth mob!
Hehe!
Walked to the flat and WC’s with urgency, made a cuppa, took medications and ate the two bacon butties.V
Got the laptop going and updated this masterpiece. Took my medications.
Then onto starting some more graphicationalisationing.
Took me hours and hours to get it anything like I wanted.
In the end, I settled for this one.
Entitled it ‘Cobblers’ with just some of the bloggers whose work I admire the most.
It was a case of a fish supper more than a dinner by the time got around to it.V
Battered cod fish cakes, beetroot, garden peas and cod pieces in crispy batter. With Irish sour bread.
Followed by a pot of mandarins in orange jelly. Rated this one at 9.6/10. So another good one.
Fatigue overcame me, and I put on an old DVD, of the dry comedy TV series ‘Operation The Good Guys’. I’d forgotten how funny it was. It would never be made nowadays because of the politically incorrect nature of the script.
I repeatedly fell asleep for a few minutes, and each time for some reason, I’d rewind and start viewing it again, it was like a marathon rewind session. I eventually gave up trying to watch it, well after midnight had passed by.
A final trip to the porcelain – that took about 15 minutes of effort, hemorrhoid bleeding and pain.It’s odd isn’t it?
It’s odd isn’t it? When I get the rumbling innards and diarrhea, I think it is far worse the having constipation – then, constipation then replaces diarrhea, and suddenly the constipation is worse than having diarrhea? Hey-ho!
Took a Senna tablet, had a drink of lemon tonic water and drifted off into oblivion; but kept waking up repeatedly for some reason sweating?
The rain set in this morning
I sprang awake at 0200hrs.
So I stumbled to the bathroom, to find sadly that Little Inchy had been bleeding again, the haemorrhoids flowing as well; and then remembered Jane and Pete were calling later. So I made a cuppa and got on with finishing my diary off and starting this one, so I would have time to get myself ready for their inspection… I mean visit… or do I? Hehe!
I know I will not be able to make the place or myself acceptable to their standards, but I feel should make the effort. Pete said yesterday he’d try to get the radio programmed and the binoculars set up for me, so that will divert their criticalisationing instincts and attentions I hope.
Laptop on and made a start.
After an hour or two, I made a start cleaning and titivating the flat; as quietly as I could so as not to disturb the neighbours.
I did the kitchen floor with some expensive straight-to-the-floor cleaner, using a large micro fiber cloth. Much better results than using the mop. But getting up and down to and from the ground level was a bit of a bother of course.
Having said that, the Arthritis is kind to me at the moment.
Nipped into the bathroom for what must have been my fourth visit up to now. Tsk!
Then as I was sweeping the hall, I noticed many letters had been posted. Bearing in mind, this was about 0555hrs? I suppose they must have been delivered yesterday, and I didn’t notice them?
This gives me some time to fret over the weekend until Monday when I can get to see them about it at their offices – again! Humph!
After getting notification of me being in rent arrears last month; I went down to see them. They changed the payment and assured me not to worry, all would be okay. Humph!
Must get to see them again. Might have time on Monday after my INR Warfarin blood-level test? Won’t have time today because of Jane and Pete’s apartment inspection taking place.
When I was doctoring this photo I took, of the mail, I came across a picture of yesterday’s satisfying meal, that I couldn’t find when I first looked for it yesterday? Damned poltergeist!
It was the best I’d enjoyed since being in the flat. Baked potatoes, potato farls, beetroot, and traditional Polish Frankfurters. Thinking about it, I’ll give Taste rating of 9.69/10.
Enjoyed a good scrub-up, and then did some graphicalisationing. Created a decent graphic to go along with my Ode about life, entitled ‘I get so excited!’.
Then got to work sorting the paperwork out and into the two file boxes.
Jane rang, she will not be coming to inspect the apartment now. She’s got a sore throat and sounded unwell the poor thing. Spoke to Pete, he will be coming up on his own.
Finished the sorting out and made a cuppa, realised I’d actually taken me medications. Humph! So, I just took the beta-bock, blood release, angina and reflux tablets.
It’s been raining since I got up at 0400hrs. I sorted and took down the bags of rubbish and recycle one to outside the caretakers door, as they were too big to get into the shoot. Met a couple of tenants and had a little chin-wag.
Pete arrived, and we had a good natter, and he programmed the battery radio for me. Then he set up the binoculars, so I had got them at the optimum settings.Got the laundry ready and went down and got it loaded into a machine in the laundry room. Nipped out to the community shed and handed the letter that’s arrived for the flats previous tenant Margaret.
I walked him down to his car, thanked him and wished Jane all the best with her horrible severe sufferings.
Got the laundry ready and went down and got it loaded into a machine in the laundry room. Nipped out to the community shed and handed the letter that’s arrived for the flats previous tenant Margaret.
Returned to the lobby and did my crosswords while I was waiting for the washer to finish.
Has a couple of little gossips to some tenants as they passed in or out of the building.
Got the washing transferred to the drying machine, and nipped up to the flat and updated this diary.
Down and collected the washing laundry room.
Back up to the flat and put the togs away.
The last N9 bus to Arnold was due at 1437hrs. I decided to catch it and go to Sainsburys and get some bread, potatoes and er… what was the other thing? I know there were three things… I suppose I’ll remember it when I get there and have a look around? Tsk!
Had a quick bath and I readied things then set off to catch the bus. I was the sole person waiting for it.
Dropped off at the Sainsbury store and had a wander round for ages.
Then strolled (Limped), into Arnold and popped into the Iceland store to get some Weight Watchers mini pots of ice cream and beef slices in puff pastry.
I ended up getting more than initially planned of course. Tsk!
Timed it to get to the bus stop after consulting the timetable I had with me. The last bus back was due according to the leaflet, at eleven minutes past the hour. I arrived lugging me bags at Ten to the hour.
The need for the usage of porcelain was growing in urgency.
The rain had stopped at last, but I fear the L9 buses had too!
I waited as all the other buses passing by picked up other passengers, and soon it was 20 minutes past the hour, no L9 bus.
So I caught another one and dropped off in Sherwood.
It was getting a bit dark quickly now as I walked up the hill towards the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
As I entered the broken iron gates into the park, the sky was so beautiful.
The moon appearing in haste, and the multi-coloured streaks of reds, purples, blues, etc. along with the darkening overall looked incredible.
I tried to capture it in this photo, but it didn’t come out very well.
I suppose my haste to get to the porcelain might have cocked-up my focussing?
Somehow, I painfully managed to get to the flat’s bathroom and the pain that awaited me. Hehe!
Got some fodder, took the medications and sat musing on things for a good while;
I got the TV paper and took a look at what was on offer. Some good stuff from eight until eleven.
I watched them in hundreds of episodes between my periods of nodding off, then needing the porcelain again around 1200hrs.
Felt a bit odd as I drifted off to the land of nod.