Month: February 2016

Inchcock Today Sun 7 Feb 16: Sister Jane visited the flat for the first time today – Cheered me up!

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Sunday 7th February 2016

I sprang awake at 0330hrs. For a few seconds I recalled a lot of the dream I had been having, and then it faded so fast. Tsk!

Moving the legs was not as bad or painful as yesterday morning, but still not good.

To the WC, Little Inchy bleeding a bit, and the constipation was a lot easier. I’m anticipating the rumbling innards to switch places with it again soon.

As I walked to the kitchen, I took note of the things that needed attention in the flat: before Sister Jane’s arrival to do her investigatory inspection of the apartment.

Grave concerns lingered about how she would declare the state of the place – then start telling me what I’d done wrong, not done, needed to do and must not do.

I made a cuppa, took the medications and started the laptop to do the diary.

Did a graphic and posted it off. 21Jan

Wrote a funny Ode to go with it.

Then titivated around looking for anything that might get me for rollicking from Jane when she gets here.

Had a good shave, did me teggies and somehow managed to get into the bath. Getting out was a little harder, but no hiatus ensued. Doctored Little Inchy, dolloped Phorpain gel on me knees, lower right leg, feet, the neck, hands and wrist.bath

Got myself into all clean clothes, washed my spectacles and hearing aids, polished my head, scrubbed the bath sink and WC. Then I checked for any spots of dust I might have missed.

Oh no, Janets inspection visit isn’t worrying me at all!

01W01 Well…

Jane rang to inform she and Pete would be here around at around 1100hrs.

After taking the medications I had a good shave, teggies, I took a bath, soaked in Radox and Dettol. Lovely! And getting on and out, was the usual painful exercise.

Jane and Pete arrived.

Had a jolly good natter, and I was advised on the things I needed to do with the flat.

  1. The TV was too small and not a new enough model; need updating.
  2. Curtains were needed in the kitchen and living room.
  3. The pipework in the bathroom was old fashioned and needed updating or masking.
  4. The temperature in the kitchen was 5º below the recommended minimum.
  5. The bedroom and the stuff in it need urgently sorting out.
  6. The alarm box needs attaching to the wall.
  7. Curtains for the living room must be two-part, one for the window, one for the glass door.
  8. The electric fire that the previous tenant Margaret left behind needs a health and safety check.
  9. A fitted cover is required, for the arm-chair.
  10. The draughts coming in through the kitchen window and outer walls need putting right.
  11. The walls are too bare.
  12. The fridge is too close to the wall and window.
  13.  The Hallway is too dark, needs a new, different lighting mantle.
  14. I must go and threaten the solicitors with going to use another lawyer to get them to hurry up and get on with selling the house – having waited six months since the sale was verbally agreed, and still no end it sight, is too long a time. 

On the plus side, though:

  1. They love the 1968 G-Plan cabinet thingy that I have.
  2. They adored the corner display thingy.
  3. They are pleased with me being in the flat now and away the yobboes.
  4. They like how I’ve got the cleanliness of the place, despite the cracks in the walls covered thinly and badly with cheap paint.
  5. They like my little hand-held Hoover.
  6. They took the measurement for curtains and offered to check them out for me. Bless them!
  7. Their interrogation was far less severe than I anticipated. Hehe!

They both listened to what I had to tell them, and that was nice.

Jane was in a good mood, although she was still feeling unwell, she’ll never know how much I appreciated their calling to see me today.

They had a cuppa with me, luckily I have got three mugs now.

Walked out with them, feeling relieved at how the visit had gone. Gave Jane a kiss and thanked them both, and off down the lift they went.

As they went down the lift, I realised I had not remembered to take any photographs of them – Tsk! I thought it would be a good idea to take one out of the kitchen window as they returned to their car.

Whoopsie

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An old photo I used for Jane

I completely neglected to remember the mess the window makes when I open it. Phoned her on her mobile to tell her to look up so I could take a photograph of them. As I leant against the open window, the soot, grime, rust and dead flies tumbled into the newly cleaned kitchen sill, heater and floor, and all over me clothes!

I waved a cheerio, forgot all about taking the photo, and set about cleaning the kitchen up. It took me longer than when I cleaned it yesterday for their visitation!

Humph!

Oh, dear, more aches and pains now! Hehe!

I made some sandwiches, took the medications, with an extra magnesium tablet, and fell into the chair to watch some TV.

Nodded off almost immediately.

I found my lost camera at last!

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I found the old Sony Cyber-Shot camera,

While cleaning up yesterday,

This pleased me greatly, I have to say,

So I took a shot from kitchen window,

Of the view, that was down below,

Then Zoomed into a house, my skills trying to show,

It didn’t come out too well, though,

Proving my lack of camera skills, but I gave it a go!

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Inchcock Today Sat 6 Feb 16: Leg cramps still bad, not good this!

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A man strolled into a Solicitors office and asked about the attorney’s rates. “£3000, for three inquiries”, answered the legal advisor.

“Isn’t that outrageously, terribly expensive,” asked the man.

“Yes,” the legal advisor answered, “and what was your third question?”

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Saturday 6th February 2016

I gave up trying to sleep about 0330 hrs and got up with great difficulty with the lower part of the legs in such pain. I was glad none of my other ailments were playing up because I don’t know how I’d cope with it along with these damned cramp-like discomforts.

But, I’m glad to be here still considering, so no grievances, just a little mention of the situation borne out of the frustration of the constant agony! Hehe, did I say that?

Got a call to the porcelain, and it took me so long to get there, I nearly had a Whoopsiedangleplop. Oh dear!

I put the kettle on to make a cuppa and take the medications. Looked around the kitchen and pondered on whether I’d be able to cope with cleaning it up later? The legs don’t play about at hurting when I walk, bend or stretch. I must get it as clean as I can because Sister Janet is making her first call at the flat for her inspection and criticism duties. Hehe! And she is so skilled at this! Her withering cynical look, the perfectly timed Tut combined with her little hardly deceptable tossing back of her head. Then there is the morale sagging curl of her lips when she disapproves of anything. She has honed these skills over the years, and I would rate her as one of the very best Critisisationists in the country, if not the world. She certainly scares me at the thought of her coming after I’ve been in the flat for five months.

No flat in history will have gone through such subtle, yet covertly vindictive an assessment as mine is due to have tomorrow. It certainly scares me at the thought of her coming after I’ve been in the flat for five months.

So, I’ll have to go through the pain barrier to try and make sure nothing is out of place, dusty or untidy before her arrival. Not that there will be any chance on earth that she’ll find nothing wrong with it.

Of course, I’m joking?

I got yesterday’s diary finished and posted.

Now, I must get off this laptop and make the difficult start on doing the kitchen.

0915hrs: TTFN

1245hrs: I’m back!

I managed to get the kitchen done and sorted.

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Doing the actual work was a little easier than I thought it might be, but still painful of yer know worra mean like?

The fridge offered a complex problem for cleaning it, though. The shelves wouldn’t come out as the installers had put it too close to the outer wall for the door to open far enough to access getting the shelves out to clean! After a few knocks and curse words, I managed to move it just far enough to do the job.

I’ve mastered the funny looking rag mop now.

It didn’t look too bad when I’d got it all finished.

Now I’ve got to keep it clean, ready for the inspection in tomorrow by Sister Jane.

I won’t do any cooking tonight; I’ll have sandwiches instead. I’ve got some cooked meat and the jam to use on them. Took the medications.

Fatigued now, almost burnt out.

The cramp in the lower leg, or whatever it is, remains bothersome.

I watched some TV without nodding off, so I tried reading a book, that did it.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today Fri 5 Feb 16: Cramp and Arthur Itis bad in the legs all day. Humph!

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Friday 5th February 2016

Woke with a jump around 0400hrs, sure it was the dream I’d been having. Wrote down some notes before I nodded off again.

Awoke with a mission to visit the porcelain at 0600hrs, got up get to the bathroom with the knees not at all keen on my doing so. But a good start to the day here: No blood from the rear or Little Inchy and the constipation was a great deal easier! Mind you, I was doing so much sneezing it started the reflux valve off, and breathing was not without a certain amount of pain. Hey-ho, you can’t have everything eh? Hehe!

 Made a cuppa, took the medications and got the laptop on, consulted the notes on the dream. Even after such a short while, many of the words meant nothing to me, but at least, I could remember certain bits of it without the notes?:

I was inside a tram or railway carriage, running up and down the length of it, and recognised many passengers from my past. Then, I was loading an old stage coach with everything imaginable. Those items I can recall were a fish aquarium, my old Hoover from 1984, boxes and boxes of books, umbrellas, walking frames, my old fishing tackle, even my old brown Reliant Robin, that for some reason had become collapsable? In amongst the things were people, and I was trying to feed them at the same time as loading up the carriage?

The surroundings changed, I was on top of the stagecoach (The driver of the stagecoach was a guard who I had worked with many years ago). As it trundled along on the cobbled roads, and I kept spotting people at the side of the road and demanding that we stop to pick them up. Vagrants, policemen, Jeremy Thorpe amongst the many we collected I think. The others inside eventually turned on me, telling me that these new folk would have to share their Sugar Puffs, and there were not sufficient to go round?

I started this diary off, then completed yesterday’s and got it posted. Not that anything interesting was in it like.

I came across this word ‘Ingeniculation’ today. It will come in handy for me to use and try to impress others with. It means ‘Bending of the knee.’ Feel free to use it like. Hehe!

I got myself in the bath (Not easy, and a painful exercise, especially getting out again Hehe).

Had a gossip with some residents as I waited for the bus to arrive. One of the girls told me to try a shop called Lakeland to get some little individual pots of preserves from.

DSC00134 Got into town and went to the Jessops camera shop to see it they had any multi-card readers.

They had, but it cost me £24 plus VAT making it £30 all but a penny.

So, I went to the bank and got some cash. Tsk!

Then had a hobbled to the Lakeland shop to investigate for some Blackcurrant preserve jars. They did have some in, they were packs of three 40g jars; £3 each! Blimey the jars are only sufficient to make one sandwich! I didn’t invest in any.

The cramps along with the arthritis were making me suffer today. Oh Yes!

DSC00136I limped to the Primark store and found they had some of the jammie bottoms in at £5 each on a clearance counter. So I bought the last two XL pairs on the shelves. Well, it said £5 on the ticket, later when I got back to the flat, I found they had charged me £6 for them. Also, £2 for a Fair Isle Fleece, whatever one of them are? The jumpers I’d bought they charged me DSC00138the proper price? Suppose I’ll have to go back again, Huh!

I had a dodder around the slab square.

Seeing the buildings that were designed by the brilliant Watson Fothergill in this photograph, made me appreciation the man’s skill more than ever.

I wasn’t too cold today, but the biting wind made feel like it was.

DSC00137There were dozens of foreign food stall in the slab square today, along with some craft stalls.

At one on the corner, they were charging £5.99 for a French beefburger? That’s about $8.68 in American dollars, for one beefburger?

Perhaps they were made with horsemeat?

That’s about $8.68 in American dollars, for one beefburger?

In another, they were selling Kangaroo burgers at £4.99.

I could the 40 bus back to the flats, to save me having to wait for half an hour in the wind for the L9 bus that would have taken me all the way to the flats.

When I dropped off on Winchester Street Hill, the bus departed and I checked both ways and waited on the bend in the road, until no traffic was in sight – a car coming UP the hill nearly had me as I grappled to cross the road quickly enough, thanks to the pain from my arthritis and cramps. I’ve never had such persistent pains during the day ever. It might be the heavier water retention in the legs today that caused this? I’ll ask the nurse when I go for my INR blood test in the morning. No! I mean on Monday.

I doddered along to the flat. Got in and took an extra painkiller before doing anything, and then had to peep at the porcelain.

I put the clobber I’d bought in the self-erected steel and canvas storage thingy – it wobbled a bit. That made two of us. Hehehe!

Laptop on and updated this twollop.

01W01aDecided on baked potatoes and a beef pie for dinner. If I remember, I add some sweet potato balls when there are twenty minutes left to go. Garden peas in the pan and for afters, I have one strawberry mini-cheesecake left.

Please heed, that I did not, I say not, buy any fresh cream french horns again today!

I feel almost proud of myself. Haha!

Did some Facebooking.

DSC00140Not a bad meal. Apart from the sweet potato balls, they tasted a bit off – so I dished them.

Rated the remainder at 9.1/10.

Completely wiped out now.

The cramps on the swollen water retaining legs were still as bad as it was when I got up this morning.

Tried to watch some goggle-box but kept falling asleep and whenever I moved the legs the pain sprang me back into the world of awakeness! Humph!

Inchcock Today 4 Feb 16: Hey-ho day

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Thursday 4th February 2016

Woke around 0345hrs, to the porcelain, Little Inchy bleeding, piles, not bleeding, and I think the rumbling innards are starting again?

GladHoovGot on with a graphicalisation of one of out TFZ gals, Gladys from Texas.

She mentioned in a comment on Facebook a witty  mention of a ride-on-Hoover or vacuum.Then I did a graphic of Reg from the Troll Free Zone.

So I thought this one might tickle her a bit and give her a laugh.

Then I did a graphic of Reg from the Troll Free Zone.

Tomtrain01I put his partner in it in the bushes like.Next, I updated one from earlier of Tom Greene.

A Castle or mansion in the background as part of the English Country Garden series I’d done.

Hope they all like them.Next, I updated one from earlier of Tom Greene.

TomBusNext, I updated one from earlier of Tom Greene.

I added a squirrel to the graphicalisation I did earlier.

Hope it gives his daughter a laugh, as she suggested the squirrel would be most fitting to the Pascagoula graphic.

Again, I hope they go down well on Facebook.

Made a cuppa and took the medications, and looked at the kitchen realising it needed a good cleaning and sorting. But I’m still suffering from the cleaning and sorting of the living room yet! Poor, old devil!

Finished off yesterday’s diary and started this one off.

Made another cuppa, the temperature on the thermometer in the kitchen was showing 58º f. I couldn’t hear the winds, that was good. The forecast was for heavy rain and winds for the next few days, so no change there.

Decided to do yet another graphic that an idea came to me with.

The plans didn’t work out, though – I got a telephone call from the dreaded solicitors! They want me to call at their offices and sign something to say I have used the entrance to gain access to the old house? And they wanted all the details about the central heating and plumbing. Most annoying, because seven days ago I asked Steve Age UK to sort it after we had agreed on what to do, and he said he’d take care of it all?

Uptight now.

Then I got some mail delivered, two for the previous tenant Margaret, one a bumph letter and one from the Age UK Nottingham people with a form for me to fill in.

I began to get dizzy spells, one or two bad ones so I’m not going out, feeling like this. Not good at all now. Listless with it. Maybe I overdid the cleaning up malarky?

Stomach beginning to churn again. Oh, I’m fed-up!

Took midday medications and had some fish cakes and cod balls.

Just sat down and turned off best I could – then forced myself to get a bath and do my ablutions.

Got the laundry stuff ready, and went down to the laundry room. (It took me over 2.5 hours in total – Humph!)

The electrical engineer was working on the fire alarm panel and was constantly on his mobile phone trying to get some advice from someone as to why it wouldn’t let him reset it.

P1020972One washer was free, but both dryers were in use. I estimated that I’d have about an hour for the washing to get done, and then 15 minutes to wait for the dryer to finish so I could use it, then an hour for that to end.

There was a new poster up on the wall. and 

They tried to make it pretty, and the wording was straight to the point.and 

But the Burke who took his drying out still didn’t clean the filter on the machine.

I sat in the foyer and did my crossword book, and the old dear from the 14th floor came in, and I gave her some nibbles.

When the washing was done, I nipped into the laundry room to take it out and into the bag in case anyone else arrived wanting to use the washer, while I waited for the bloke to remove his clobber from the dryer.

P1020971He came in and took them out before the end time. I found out he had not cleared the filter, so I did it after he’d gone. Got it going and nipped up the lift to the flat and used the WC.

Back down, and had a walk around the block of flats as it began to get a bit dark.

The wind and rain had died down somewhat.

Back in the foyer, the electrical engineer was still on his phone discussing what to do, why it was not allowing him to reset and informing the person on the other end: There had been three-alarm activations today, in different zones? Well if there were, I didn’t hear any of them! Tsk!

Managed a quick little natter with some tenants as they returned from their trips out.

P1020973More failed attempts at the crossword book, and the dryer was done at last. I collected the washing and returned to the flat and put some of them in the airing cupboard.

It might not look very tidy in this photo, that is because it isn’t very tidy, but there is a system in place, oh yes! Socks front right, jammies to the left of them, flannels and towels next left, shirts/jumpers right rear, underpants left back.

P1020974Got my fodder ready. Chicken breast fillet

BBQ Chicken breast fillet, 3 small slices of soda-bread toasted. This was followed with a pot of strawberry cheesecake and two small sarnies with butter and Blackcurrant conserve.,

Can you see the pot of conserve on the tray? I got some of these pots with blackcurrant, raspberry and strawberry flavours, as they are ideal for me. I don’t eat it very often and buying a large jar, I end up throwing so much away. These mini-jars hold just enough for two sandwiches. Rated this one at 9.1/10. 

Fatigue and lethargy overcame me quickly. So I took me medications, washed the pots and got the TV on. The nodding off so often got to me, so I turned off the telly, and got my Classic Car magazine to read. Didn’t even get to open it… Zzz!

Hehe!

Inchcock Today Tue 3 Feb 16: Struggling first thing, but it got better later!

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A Wasted opportunity from this day in 1966

Tuesday 3 February 2016

I awoke in pain with the aching back and cramps along with the need to attend the porcelain throne. Little Inchy was bleeding away, the haemorrhoids were bleeding away, and I hit my head on wash basin when I dropped the toilet roll and tried to retrieve it!

For some reason, I was singing ♫ “Aching all over” ♫, then had a sensation of the dreams I’d had. Nothing concrete, just that I didn’t like them.

I felt the bad day yesterday would continue today as I said before; the aches and pains all over my body were my fault for trying to do too much sorting and cleaning in one go, I think. It’s just that I don’t get much time for getting the things sorted with all the appointments and my over-use of the internetting addiction.

At least the hot water was back on, but it was far too early for a much-needed soak yet.

The Radox awaits. Hehe!

I didn’t doctor Little Inchy or the piles, best to leave that until after the bathing.

Make a cuppa and took the medications. I should get the INR Warfarin Blood test results today.

Finished and posted Tuesday’s diary off and started this one.

Did some Facebooking and WordPressing, and then got to starting my graphic idea I’d had.

Had a good decontamination, and then I had a cleansing session. Not cutting myself shaving while shaving either.

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I took the rubbish to the chute. Then I called at the Winwood Community Shed and left some Polish bread for the gals there. Back to the foyer to wait for the F9 bus to Arnold. Had a natter with some other residents and gave them some nibbles.

Out and caught the bus, dropping off (No, not falling sleeping, Hehe!), in Daybrook and called at the Aldi store. Bought some bread thins, Cod Liver Oil tablets, Frikadellen burgers, and a TV paper for next week.

Paid the sweet non-communicative, scary young girl on the till, and made way hobblingly into Arnold and the Sainsbury shop.

P1020968The had some good offers on that I took advantage of. Salt & Vinegar cooked almonds £1.40 down to 70p, Rankin potato farls £1.40 down to £1.00 and Irish Soda Bread down to £1.00 too.

The helpful woman on the till was amazed when she asked me if I had a Nexus card and I informed her I didn’t! Then I confused her when she told me the bill was £6.47, and I offered her the 47p in loose change to go with £20 note I handed her to save her change. The concept of my offering this only made the poor thing perplexed and annoyed for some reason?

Please note, I resisted the temptation of the Fresh Cream French Horns as I passed them in the fridge too!

Walked over the road and waited patiently to catch the bus back to the flats.

Managed to stay awake all the way back (Smug smile creeps on my face).

It was much windier than when I left the flats.

Got in and to the WC with proper timing from the bladder for once.

The Anticoagulation Test Results had been delivered while I was out. Up to 2.6, a lot better and nearer to the 3.5 target.

Cuppa and midday medications taken then worked on my idea for a graphic for a while.

A long, long while…

TreatmentMany hours later, I got it finished.

By then, I was well drained again and struggling to stay awake.D

Made my nosh, Frikadellen and potato cakes sandwiches.

Took the medications, washed the pots and collapsed into the armchair to read me Classic Car magazine at last.

Into a slumber and dreamt of one of the TFZ gals, Janet Arron. We were in a supermarket and having a whale of a time, singing dancing and cavorting. Can’t recall much fine detail.

The car magazine remained unread. It’ll become a classic in its own rights if I don’t get it read soon. Hehe!

Put the TV on, and it was still on when I woke up in the morning.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Tue 2 Feb 16: Got housemaids knee today!

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Tuesday 2nd February 2016

Well, the Wee-weeing is still rampant – but the constipation is easing.

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Tuesday started off so well too!

Woke up, and to the bathroom, Little Inchy no blood or soreness, haemorrhoids only the tiniest bit, Anne Gina splendid at the moment. Arthur Itis was not bad at all. The swollen legs have gone down a bit too! Hernia Joe, only twingeing. No dizzy spells yet. Ulcer no hassle whatever. TF things looking good now?

If I could stop Wee-Weeing, they could get my INR level steadied, and the reflux valve would give me some rest, all would be okay. But not complaining, making the best of this hiatus in my medical mayhems! Yee-ha!

01W01Laptop on to start this diary.

Checked the emails.

Got the Grammarly Weekly Updated via email.

Some surprising figures in it.

I noticed they did not mention the volume of my grammar errors this time?

I think they must have realised if they had done so, I might have committed suicide? Hehe!

I love this Grammarly add-on.

Even though sometimes I get annoyed with myself for making the same mistakes all the time.

I don’t know how I managed without it.

The only downside is my not understanding many of the problems indicated when I get it wrong.

My lack of primary education has always been a drawback.

Made a cuppa and took the medications, remembering to take the extra one for diarrhea. Now there is a word that seems to have so many acceptable spellings, but not on Grammarly mind, so I’ve started to use their spelling for it. Diarrhea, diarrhoea, diarrhorea and diarrheic?

I really must get some cleaning up done today – get the laptop stuff done quickly and get on with it. My aim is the living room and kitchen both to me spit and polished, and the internet to be avoided and ostracized as much as possible. (We’ll see?)

The living room will take ages to get done, but needs must eh?

Then get my ablutions done all in time for the Morrison’s delivery coming.

Best laid plans?

I got on with the Facebooking and WordPressing.

0900hrs: I set about my tasks with a resolution little seen in me recently!

Started sorting a box brought from the old house.

What a job, it took me hours. It had model buses, computer peripherals, CD’s, paperwork and tools in it. It must have been one that Steve packed for me, cause I did me best with those I packed to categories the stuff in the same boxes.

Took me hours to do.

Then, the bookcase as dusted and rearranged. I used the bottom drawers for sewing stuff and computer things.

Then, on to polishing the leather chair. Came across a couple of marks on it, but couldn’t get them covered or off. Humph!

Then, the electric fireplace was cleared, cleaned and restocked with clock, photo, plaque, Margaret Thatcher squeaky toy and my truncheon. Having to get down on the floor to get to clean it properly caused a nasty predicament, I couldn’t get back up again, and then I got cramps in my legs! Then in my hands/fingers!

P1020961Then, cleared, dusted and polished my 1968 G-plan sideboard and the Video box I keep my electricals in under the TV and Help-call box. That was an easy job.

I treated them to Lord Sheraton Caretaker Furniture Polish. (Snob!)

Next, the TV, alarm box, writing desk and bureau were given some attention. Then, the computer and electric boxes were titivated.

I found the missing Sony camera while searching through a box! I put it on charge (Well, thought I did) when I found the connector and it showed red straight away. An hour or so later I realised the button was showing red still, and thought it was taking a while to charge up! Der! The button was coloured red! The actual charging light near the connector was showing no colour – so I plugged it in this time and charged it proper like. Dumbo!

Moved on to the corner stand and dusted polished it along with the photographs. Another travail to get back up!

Then, the carpets were Hoovered using the main mini-one and the hand-held in the corners. This left me, with a rather painful backache.

I had wanted to do the windows, but due to the time approaching for the food delivery to arrive, and my being worn-out and shattered, I decided enough was enough of this house-working! I didn’t have the energy or time to think even about doing the kitchen. And, with the cramps and backache, didn’t think I’d manage it tomorrow either.

P1020963I made up two of the four-drawer chests to use. Unfortunately, I thought they were the same as the previous ones I’d bought from Wilko – but no! They are smaller and have no wheels in them, and, the do not stack properly. Bogwindlingly Bad these!

Most dissatisfying!

I took the cardboard and popping bubble paper down to the caretakers room. Frank (A tenant) was nattering to him when I arrived after plugging strugglingly away to get the gigantic box down to him. So I joined in the chin-wag with them. Poddled back up to the flat.

P1020966I washed out the cleaning cloths and dusters and hung them up to dry, along with the walking stick that I’d used the wood dye on.

Then went down to the lobby to await the Morrison’s delivery. The old dear from the 14th floor was there, and we had a natter, and I started doing an acrostic puzzle – Oh dear, the cramps in the fingers put an end to that, then cramp in the upper back legs came on. Too much bending and polishing perhaps?

I nipped back up to take a Magnesium tablet and got some nibbles for the old dear. I feel sorry for her, she is not with it completely, and so many people seem to ignore and avoid her. Then I noticed the Whoopsiedangleplop I’d made: I’d left the hot tap running, so now no hot water! Huh! Went back down and the cramps started again.

The delivery came, and I put away the things.

P1020960I tP1020964ook a photo of the living room to see if I could see all the back-breaking works results compared to the photograph that I’d took before I started the cleaning up and titivating of the previously location.

Was it worth all that trouble, sweat and pain I asked myself?

No windows cleaned.

I thought I had an excuse for not doing the outside of the windows at least, due to the wind and rain?

The DVD stand not sorted or cleaned.

I wondered why I wanted to put myself through all that pain?

So I had a spray around with the Dettol citrus fresh-air canister, to try and satisfy myself that it was worth while.

Still no hot water. I’ve had the thermostat on for two hours now, and the Night Rate should have been heating it up by now surely? But, none available. Just when I needed a bath, too. But, although I blame myself for leaving the tap running, why has the night Storage or the thermostat not heated any water in two and a half hours?

I’ll report it in the morning I suppose.

Laptop on and updated this, had a cuppa and took the medications.

Feeling a  tad sorry for myself now.

Too late for me to do any Facebooking, so tired. I should be feeling proud of my efforts, but the hot water farrago is disheartening me.

P1020967Got me nosh out of the oven.

Anya potatoes pulled pork and baked BBQ beans, and two slices of Polish Country bread.

Rated this one as 9.59/10.

Thoroughly shattered, tired, injured, cramp-ridden and so annoyed with me for leaving the hot water tap running, I felt I’d not done too good today.

Got the goggle-box on and I must have been too overly tired, cause it took me hours to nod-off. The twinges of cramp didn’t help mind.

Tsk! 

Inchcock Today Mon 1 Feb 16: A hyper-active day today!

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Monday 1st February 2016

I awoke in desperate need of a Wee-wee.

A dirty great Meat fly landed on my hand as I stirred to attend the bathroom. In which some bits of memories of the dream I’d had came back to me. I wrote them down on some toilet paper to use here.

I’d snuffed it, and was talking to a football crowd as I stood in front of them with my feet in a bucket of mud? I was, in heart-rendering fashion, pleading for them to allow me to become a ‘Greeter’ at St Peter’s gate? They all turned to skeletons as I spoke. Then I found myself sat at a desk with my old Atari ST computer in front of me at the gates… seems I’d gotten my way after all? 

I was typing out names and giving them to some elves, and they would go off to the line of heaven applicants to find them, and bring them to me? I’ll not mention the names of them, but three Facebookers and bloggers I know came and booked in with me at the desk. For some reason, I sneaked them each a jelly baby? Can’t recall much more, but what I could remember seemed clear to me.

Made a cuppa, to have me medications with, and another meat fly was lurking in the kitchen. Got him!

A bit concerning where they are coming from, mind.

A few more wee-wees later, I got the diaries updated and started this one off.

The stomach rumbling is still there, but far easier now (He says with crossed fingers).

Checked the emails, of which the little icon informs me there was 150 received?

The wind is still howling outside, not looking forward to my hike to the surgery in it. Humph!

Then did some Facebooking.

Got the bath running and beautified myself, well I had a shave, did me teggies and got in the tub like. Then readied the things for me for me little outing trip.

P1020950Started to walk, battling against the wind, down Winchester Street into Sherwood.

I considered catching a bus to get out of the weather, but as you can see, they are not very frequent around here.

So I plodded on.

P1020951At the end of a one-way street that came out on Mansfield Road, I came across two cars that were parking up on a dangerous corner and both on double yellow lines. Both were women drivers. Which was rare I thought.

These ladies, the stronger sex, are not usually found flouting the law are they?

I’m not sure why this photograph came out in monochrome?

So, on into Carrington and the GP surgery.

Did some cross-wording while I waited for the nurse. Told her about the Constipation as she took me blood. Handed her some nibbles and shot off to catch the bus to Mansfield.

The wind was still strong. I caught the round-about 3b bus and enjoyed the scenery along the way.

At the bus station, a fight was taking place between some youths and girls, the police were there when I arrived and made my way out ASAP.

P1020952Down to the precinct, the sad, decrepit rows of shops and closed down premises went well with the aggressive unhappy people milling about.

I called in the B&M shop to try to get some Bonners Beef Goulash and or curried beans and some individual pots of their porridge.

They had none of any in stock.

Then I popped in the Price-Cut shop to have a look around.

P1020955I ended up getting some tiddly tins of Bonner’s Garden peas at 15p each, they were good value and will do me nicely. I bought up all they had left at this price. Some chocolate treats.

I also made a Whoopsiedangleplop in taking the wrong medications for my diarrhoea – I got the opposite somehow, Senna thingies to make me go! Plonker!

Back to the Bus station and caught the direct bus back to Nottingham. I managed to fall asleep and miss the bus-stop again! Still a plonker! Had to walk back into Sherwood and up the Winchester Hill back to the flats with me bags.

P1020953The wind was awful again.

Folks were struggling to hang onto their bags, hats, scarfs, etc.

One bloke getting out of his car lost his scarf as it blew off and on the road to who knows where.

It was a farcical scene. I wished I had a video camera to have recorded it.

P1020954On my way up the hill, I came across something that is so rare nowadays.

White dog poo! Just thought I’d mention it for Lynton Cox and Martin Shuttlecock, fellow bloggers who are experts on the subject.

Got in the flat and put the bits away, during which I observed I had no Potatoe Cakes or Farls in the fridge. (I’d forgotten I had some in the freezer like, Tsk!) Thus, after perusing the last of the buses time table, I made the decision to go to Sainsbury’s to get some.

Hurried about (Loosely speaking), and out into the wind, almost a gale now, to catch the bus to Arnold and the store.

P1020956

I got some potato cakes and slims. And a bag of Anya potatoes (Sort date reduced). I found a tiny pack of cut beef shin in the fridge, short dated and reduced. 

I’d like to point out to Marissa Bergen, that despite being temporarily tempted by the fresh cream French horn cakes – I didn’t buy any. Therefore, keeping my self-imposed punishment for my Grammatical error cock-up in her photograph posting. (I used a naughty word by mistake) 

Feel quite proud about this.

Paid the snotty lady on the check-out and went out to the bus-stop. The winds were worse now than earlier!

NN09Got back to the flat and struggled to get from the bus-stop to the flats doors. The graphic I did yesterday seemed to be so much more appurtenant than ever.

Thankfully a lady in a mock fur coat and tattoos on her neck and hands in the seat behind me was yelling angrily down her mobile phone for the entire journey.

This ensured I didn’t fall asleep and miss the bus-stop again. I nearly thanked her when I got off but decided against doing so.

GC (01c)When I got in the flat kitchen, the view from the window demanded that it be photographicalised.

What a sky!

The winds continued to howl.

So, I got me few bits of beef shin and the potatoes boiling away.

P1020959Added the garden peas and seasoned it with some Bovril and Bovril beef cubes.

Had it with some soda bread, dipped in the gravy.

Mmm!

Delicious it was. Rated this one as 9.56/10.

Then did some WordPressing and Facebooking.

I had planned to read some my book and watch a film on the telly.

Fell asleep!

Inchcock Today Sun 31 Jan 16: Graphicalisationing nearly all day

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Sunday 31st January 2016

Woke around 0500hrs, having had no calls to the porcelain throughout the night! This was rectified immediately; I only just made it to the throne in time. Close call that one was!

P1020948A noise I thought was from the mobile phone text or email message sounded; it was definitely in the living room, but where?

After a good hunt around, I was getting annoyed with myself now, I realised after it sounded again, that it was in the location of my comfortable chair. After another ten minute searching through the covers, cushions, etc. I found it on the floor beneath the chair.

Made a cuppa and took my medications, along with the next to last diarrhoea tablet.

Finished and posted Saturday’s diary off. Started this one, and in the process, I had to wee-wee twice in ten minutes? Bad enough with the rumbling innards without this worry as well. Back to the disposable undies methinks?

Ah well, ageing problems eh? At least, I’m still here ageing! Hehe! Back to the disposable undies methinks?

Carried out some WodPressing then started doing some Facebooking.

H Julie H Shirley Did the last of the TFZers “Sing along please…♫ How many kinds, of Sweet flowers grow, in an English Country Garden… ♫ Heres one of many…” graphicalisations for the gals and guys on the Facebook site. Julie, Shirley and Suzieanne.

Took me a while to do, but seeing as it is raining and a bit windy outside, I thought I’d take the opportunity toget them finished off..

Oh, I do like doing these.

Julie with her woof-woofs in her picture.

Shirl the Girl  with me waiting on her and s couple of cuddly intruders in her garden.

H Suz2Then Suzieanne with me and her in the same colours. Suzie with beautiful off the shoulder designer dress.

Each of then naturally, in their English Country Gardens.

I hope they like them. Got to do some for the lads on TFZ now.

I’ll have another cuppa and a think about what style to use.

HH07 HH03 HH05Enjoyed doing these as well.

 

A few of them came out okay.

 

Got them posted off to the Troll Free Zone.

HH08Put the fodder on to cook.

The rumbling innards seemed to be easing a bit now.

Made quite a feast of a nosh today, so crossed fingers he stomach copes with it.

Shepherds pie using sweet potatoes, garden peas, carrots, onions, beetroot, seasoned French fries, potato cakes, wholemeal bread thins and added some extra gravy.

 

Did some more graphic creation ideas while waiting and nipping in the kitchen to check it hadn’t burnt.

Getting the stuff out of the oven and I burnt me knuckle, nearly dropped the oven tray, caught it, burnt myelf again catching it.p

But, I saved the nosh from clumping down on the floor!

I got down quickly to wipe up the tiny spillage that ensued – and struggled to get back up of course.

Muttered a few words of a self-recriminating nature.

P1020949Boy, did I enjoy this one!

After consuming this with relish, there were no tummy rumbles, no rush to the porcelain, no hassle from the ulcer, in fact, it seemed to settle the innards down a bit?

Well pleased with this, I hobbled into the kitchen to wash up the pots and make a cuppa so as to take me medications. I should think this took about half an hour or so.

Then I settled down to watch some TV. Nodded off for a few minutes – and then awoke with an ultra urgent message from the innards, “Get to the WC throne!” Where I spent a painful and rather confusing half hour on the porcelain?

Felt a lot better after the evacuation. Then the rumbling started minutes later again! Oh dear! I must put this on my list for the visit to the nurse at the surgery in the morning for me INR Warfarin blood test.

At least, I managed some little nod-offs as I tried to watch the Columbo film. And, although I missed some bits from the middle of the movie, for once I caught the end.

Drifted off into the land of nod at last.