Old, sick, weary, but harmless. I need to make others smile!
Inchcock SS (Senior Citizens) Brigade Urgent Advice
The Inchcock SS (Senior Citizens) Brigade caretaker, Inchcock Chambers, after having treatment on his torso, legs and lower regions for burns at the Queens Medical Centre ER department, would like to pass on a tip for other approaching-senility doddery old codgers.
That is: Do not store your bath salts next to the similar looking and shaped box of Bicarbonate of Soda you use to clean your toilet bowl!
Thank You.
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0350hrs, I stirred to semi-life and lay thinking of the dreams I’d had. Not nice ones, as usual, I was being chased again. This time through corridors in a brand new office complex, up and down the stairs through many floors. The lifts all had the same sign on them; “Cost: A trip up 5p per floor, down £1m per floor – Credit card payment accepted on Wednesdays only”? I had cleaning tackle all over me, brush, dustpan, dusters and a bottle of Morrison’s bleach in my pocket? A round shaped feather duster on my shoes? There were probably more, but that is what I could recall. Those pursuing me were all dressed formerly in suits with brightly coloured ties and a mobile phone in their hands? As each one caught me up, they just laughed poked me in the eye, then ran away? I wish I knew a dream analyser
I wish I knew a dream analyser or reader. Humph! Perhaps not, though?
As I attempted to encourage the mass that was my body to move. I trod on the headphones; that were at the end of them then! Good start, Tsk!
Got to the WC, ‘Little Inchy’ needed decoking, cleaning and creamed to stop him bleeding again. I’m bit bothered with this.,
Arthur Itis, Roger Reflux and the back were not too bad at all, but Anne Gyna was giving some elbow.,
Made a cuppa and took the medications, got the laptop on. Yesterday, I emailed the surgery to make an appointment for the next INR blood test for the date on the result sheet from the previous one, for the morning of Mon 21st March. I felt confident that with them giving me a week free, and the date 
Still, it doesn’t bother me in the least. 
Then I got the Diary for Thursday finished and posted, and started this one off.
As I got ready to my ablutions, I noticed the fog was lifting now.
Carried out my decontamination procedures with the following results:
Got the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, my shopping bag, wrapped up well and set off on a little walk through Woodthorpe Grange Park and into Sherwood. Threw my rubbish bags down the waste chute, got to the lifts, and went back to get my hearing aid in. Humph!
The beauty of the skyline did impress me enough to take a photograph of it.
All the fog had cleared, and it was getting warmer I thought. Odd that for so late on in the day?
On the walk down the path to Mansfield Road, I espied a wood-pigeon high in the leafless trees.
Took a photograph of that too – but this time, I found out later, it had been taken in mono?
I suppose I did something wrong, caught a button or something? Not that it mattered, ’cause it was a horrible effort!
Onward up the hill and over into Sherwood, where I tried out the camera again.
I called into the Co-op store and got a potato for baking and a lamb and potato ready meal. Then down to he Hospice shop, gave them the books and DVD’s and bought yet another Morecome & Wise book from them.
As I was checking the bus times and decided to walk back, a Git of a Pavement 
Wondered back to and through Woodthorpe Grange Park, and a lot more people were using it now, I stood while and watched the dogs taking their owner for a walk. Hehe!
Low and behold, another damned Footpath cyclist nearly had me here, too! Then he swerved between some other people and I could see they were not impressed as they shook their fists at him as they gave him some verbal 
Good for them!
We ought to form a Vigilante group with mini-stingers!
On the way down the gravel footpath to the flats, it seems there had been something going on animal-wise. A load of white feathers or down were near the bench, which was not there 
Back to the flat and I remembered I had to do a wrist alarm battery check with Nottingham City Homes Response place.
So I did; The line was engaged! Huh!
Got the laptop on, and Grammarly had stopped working. I exited WordPress and opened it again, no luck, still no Grammarly. So I closed and opened Google, then WordPress, no Grammarly access? Pee’d off now, I tried restarting the laptop and into Google, then WordPress, and it started working again. Flibblewoksticks!
Got the nosh cooking, and caught up with this diary.
A pot of dessert I was going to have with it, I found in the morning unopened at the side of my broken 1959 imitation leather armchair.
Huh!
I rated this one at 9.45/10.TV – book
Did the washing up and I watched Heartbeat on the TV, tried to read my book, but couldn’t keep awake.
Zzzz!
Mackeson was the beginning of my downfall I’m afraid.
Mother dear, to make me stop crying and giggling while she was playing Bingo or studying the horses form, she found out if she gave me the dregs left over from Dads bottles of his Milk Stout it would do the trick.
Fair enough, I fell out of the pram a few times, but there you are.
She soon extended this habit to meal times and evenings. Well, logical actually, it saved he having to make up bottles and washing the pots if she just filled my face with Mackeson.
It made her jubilant too, saving more time for nipping to the bookies and shoplifting.
I recall that when the police or debt collectors called, and we had to hide in the larder under the stairs, I usually got a bottle of Dad’s plonk stuck in my mouth. That worked too; I certainly learnt that if I started to pretend to cry when we were in the hidey-hole, I always got some plonk that amazingly stopped me making any noise every time!
It had to happen, not that she got sentenced just a warning, but it meant she was away for a few days.or
During this time I was getting Mackeson withdrawal symptoms.
Why was Dad not quenching my ever growing addiction to the Mackeson? I was puzzled.
Then when Mother ran away to avoid being arrested again, I was in a right pickle. Cunningly I started asking Dad if I could go with him on his walks (To the pub, but then, I was not supposed to know like).
I was a cunning little dimple-cheeked rascal and soon found if I cried in the pushchair, he’s come out and give me a glass of shandy now and then. His mates when they saw me, used to top up the glass with some of their pints of ale, bless em.
A few years later, the local older girls would start investigating my body, and demanding certain actions from me.
I had no idea why at first, but soon I was enjoying new experiences.
This, caused me to start using what money I had or could earn, to purchase some ale of my own. I was never sure at the time if I was drinking to invigorate myself or in celebration?
Mater returned to the fold after being caught by the police and getting away with it all again! The three of us moved to a housing estate.I treated myself to my first little motorbike
I treated myself to my first little motorbike and almost stopped drinking at one point.
Then, about a year later one Friday night, I returned home from work and found the house in darkness. Got in, no electricity on, I wandered around in the darkness and discovered the house was empty of everything but the rented TV? Nonplussed and confused I actually opened the front door to see if I was in the right house – and there it was stuck on the door; An eviction notice! Nowhere to live, a neighbour came up and said she was looking out for me coming home so as to tell me about the eviction for none payment of rent by dear Mother again. She put me up for the night in her front room. The Saturday I got to work, and Mother called me to say she had found an ideal place for me to live in a lodging house. I pointed out that I had somewhere ideal to live until she decided to take the rent money from both me and Dad (Pair of suckers) and still not paid it!
I duly moved with my two suitcases to the new place. Sharing a bedroom with five other blokes, it was breakfast and evening meal at £5.5.0 a week, an awful lot in those days. Yet, I found it nice, as all the other lads were heavy boozers and I soon caught the flavour and habit. It wasn’t for three months that I found out it was an ex-prisoners dwelling.
I was then promoted to assistant manager and relief Manager at Tesco!
There was no stopping me then. Working long hours and days, out to the pub, back to the shop to work on restocking… it was a terrible grind, but the alcohol and being able to afford it lessened the blow somewhat!
One of the girls at the Wimpey Burger Bar across on Granby Street in Nottingham seemed to take to me and fed me extras as she served me. Then it was a walk in Nottingham Castle grounds at lunch, bit of fondling and necking, and I was hooked!
Things moved quickly, and a deposit was put on a wedding dress, the banns organised at the church, I was all over the place mentally, but accepting it was going to happen. A flat was found, and it as when I was sorting this out, I got a message in the post; She’d decided to go back with her old boyfriend and was sorry!
That weekend the breweries profits were significantly increased!
I made up my mind to join the RAMC.
Within weeks, they had decided I had failed the medical after all? Hernia bother they said?
I familiarised myself with the local breweries rather enthusiastically.
Tesco took me back on, and I joined a local Angling Club in Sherwood, where I was now living in a great ground floor flat.
This was, without any doubt, the highlight in my Alcoholic period. The lads were all the same, and I felt at home. Every night at the boozer or club, weekends angling matches followed by drinking competitions. We used to play dominoes or Tip-it, but none of us sober enough to bother now.
But I was happy, contended and uncaring about this!
Never has emotions, desires and complete utter passion come into my life like this!
She was a solid big gal, an East German Police Officer over here to visit someone I knew from work. She had stone biceps, was a wonderful hairy thing, and I fell in love with her instantly!
We had such a fantastic three weeks together. The way she would throw me onto the bed then… well, never mind, we enjoyed each other as much as was humanly possible to.When
When she left it broke my heart, and bank balance as I then recommenced the drinking with a vengeance! Tsk!
After my hernia lasering session, I stopped drinking.
It’s just as well because I might not have got through the bowel cancer and then the heart operations that followed.
Of all the things here, I only miss one, Grizelda Fruenburgher.
Woke very late, gone 0430hrs. No signs of any dizzy thankfully. Arthur, Gyna, Hem Arroids and the ulcer were all in a good mood, only Roger Reflux was giving me any real hassle this morning.
No signs of any dizzy thankfully. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Hem Arroids and the Duo Denal were all in a good mood, only Roger Reflux was giving me any real hassle this morning. And, no blood from Little Inchy either!
Remembered the Winwood Social Hut Meeting was on at ten o’clock (Looking forward to this!).
Noticed the large bag of washing, still awaiting my attentions. I must see if any machines are free after the ‘Social Hour’.
Out of Nicorandil, but the regular statins and beta-blockers were there. I must get to the GP surgery to try and get a prescription sorted.I know, I’ll email them now asking for one and check when this months dollop of medications will be ready for me to collect. Hang on a second
I know, I’ll email them now and ask for one and check when this months dollop of medications will be ready for me to collect. Hang on for a second, please. Got it done and sent via email.
Got the nibbles and gifts ready in the bag for the meeting.
Finished Wednesday’s Inchcock Today, and started this one off, then I had another session of starting the next ‘It’s Been a Funny Old Life’ Part 6.
I only got as far as doing some graphicalisationing, the header and some smudges ready to use later on, though. Had to get the ablutions done so as not to be late for the Social session.
I must tell the GP about this and get another appointment at the GUM Clinic sorted out.
Also, a mystery burn mark on the back of the hand?
Confused about that one I am!
Off down to the Windwood Hut, not so many folks there this morning, but we all had fun and laugh. Gave the organisers some prizes for the raffle. Eddy, the 93-year-old chap we all love was absent, he’s had to go the doctors go for an inoculation. I won a mini-bag of Marshmallows, my hearing aid batteries both packed up and BJ arrived late (Fany that!).
I tried to use the Instax mini camera, but it would not work for some unfathomable reason. Tsk!
I gave some of the girls a small Smarties Easter Egg and I was tickled pink when they all said they liked them.
I left a few minutes early so I could get to the flat and put some new hearing aid batteries in.
I met BJ at the car park and then collected the lady from Winchester Court. Dropped her off on Mapperley top, and carried on to the carpet place. I got one for £20, no plain coloured ones available again.
BJ offered to lift me to Asda, also in Arnold so I ould get some bread.
We arrived in Asda car park, and BJ checked his tyre pressures while I went in the store. Where I got carried away once more; Got TV magazine, Irish Batch bread, Irish potato thins, several desserts including Lemon Sundae, Strawberry and Raspberry desserts and a ready meal of Lamb and Colcannon mash.
BJ ran me back to the flats, loaded me up with the bags and roll of carpet and departed, saying he might come again next week. I hope he does, cause the old dears like him now.
Then started to read my book. Lilly turned up, and luckily I’d got some chocolate coins in my pocket to give her, she expects some nibbles when she sees me now, in fact, she demands them, bless her cotton socks!
I moved the clobber into the dryer and went back up and started to update this diary somewhat, and titivated some of the graphics to use later.
Went down and the dryer had finished, packed the clothes into the bag and back up to number 72.
Put the baked beans in the saucepan ready. The Irish Batch bread at hand, to dip into the sauce and beans.
Just hope I stay awake long enough now. Hehe!
Did some Facebooking.
Baked beans, lamb chops, Irish Batch bread followed with a very lip-smackingly sweet Honey flavoured yoghourt.
The lamb chops, well, at least, one of them, was 70% bone – but what meat there was, was so tasty! The excessive amount of bone kept the rating down to an 8.9/10.
A Whoopsiedangleplop followed, well I say, Whoopsidangleplop. More a minor hiatus. I was looking at a terribly poorly made produced and performed DVD film. So bad, I decided to throw it away afterwards. It was an insult to prisoners in the concentration camps.
I watched some TV, and when I cleared up and took the rubbish bags and threw them down the chute and returned to the flat – I realised I’d thrown away the wrong DVD. James Bond and Miss Moneypenny had bit the dust! Hehe!
Got me head down, well I fell asleep watching Law & Order.
TTFN all.
I woke at around 0400hrs and visited the porcelain. Good news, Little Inchy was not and had not been bleeding at all – but the haemorrhoids were leaking badly. However, Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were such a lot easier this morning; Roger Reflux was not any better, but still, a good feeling the hassle being less than of recent. And, dare I say it? No dizzies lately, Ace that!
Made a good strong cup of Yorkshire tea and took my medications.
The rain was, as forecast, must have been pouring down all night, and still coming, fine raindrops but persistent like.I opened the window because the rain was falling away from the flats at this stage, and Chestnut Walk below looked more like a river!
I opened the window because the rain was falling away from the flats at this point, and Chestnut Walk below looked more like a river!
A day indoors methinks today. I mused on maybe being able to get the laundry done, but of course, all the other tenants without transport will possibly be doing the same and hibernating for the day so they will be after the laundry room as well?
Did some Facebooking. Then some graphicationalisationing. Then some WordPressing. e
Watched the Leeds v Colchester Cup Match from 1972 on YouTube. I did enjoy that, not as much as when I watched at the time mind.
Had a nibble, some biscuits and a bit of Honey BBQ Beef Jerky.
The rain was continuing to fall outside.
Got the din dins cooking. Largish potato baking, with a minted lamb chop, mini-tin of garden peas and beetroot to add.
Lamb not cooked, so took the potato out and gave the lamb some more time. I did ring Sister Jane to ask how long to give the chop, she rang back while I was taking out the potato. We managed a little natter, that was cut short my need for the porcelain.
She suggested I put the alarm on so as not to let the chop burn, goos idea, so I did.
Got it all on a smaller plate, not eating so much cause I had that naughty nibble earlier.
Rated it as 9.45/10.
I must try to get some more of the large baking spuds next time I’m out and about.
I’ve still got some Minted Lamb left, three small pieces that I might have tomorrow with some flavoured baked beans and soda bread?
Cleaned the pots and then it came; the dizzies! The next four hours were not very nice. Stopped using the laptop and even watching the TV made it worse. Tried reading my book, a definite no-no that!
Around 2200hrs, I nipped to the throne and the dizzies dissipated afterwards, thank heavens.
I put the TV on (A bit late, for me like), and fell asleep during the first commercial break… Zzz!
Tuesday 8th March 2016
The body stirred into life, with a jump, the mind followed as best it could later.
The back seemed fair, Arthur Itis was being kind to me now, the Anne Gyna and Roger reflux were still giving me some hassle mind.
I lay a while, considering what the day would bring forth. Ah, the dentist to visit, odds on that will prove expensive again. Must tell them about the fillings that cost so much, on the two front teeth they did last time, already going black.
To the porcelain, no bleeding anywhere, encouraging that was!
Made a cuppa and took the medications. Got the laptop on. Starting this diary, I realised I’d not finished and posted my Sunday or Monday ones yet? Huh, wotta plonker!
So I got them both done and posted off, then did the ‘Celebration Days’ funny post.
The weather forecast was that the rain would stop later today, but tomorrow; Wet rain, winds and 33ºf tops. I thought I’d nip in the Co-op that is near the dentist later, and I can get anything needed so to have a stay-in day tomorrow.
I had a bath and cleaned up and serviced the ageing wobbly body, and shaved with only one tiny cut during the process.
Got the things ready for me walk through the park to the dentists.
Up the hill and down through Woodthorpe Grange Park, no any folks about. I walked down the hill and booked in at the dentists with Obergruppenfurher receptionist, who commanded me to take a seat. Which I did.
In Sherwood, I called in the Co-op after checking that I had plenty of time. Too scared to be late for the Dentists.I walked down the hill and booked in at the dentists with Obergruppenfurher receptionist, who commanded me to take a seat. Which I did.
Bought a packet of honey roasted ham, a small beef pie and the Classic Car paper. When I paid at the check-out, I was handed my change and four receipts! One for the cash, one telling me I might be a winner and they will let me know before 15th April? A coupon for £1 off any fresh meat, poultry or Quorn, valid until 15th April. Another for 50p off when I spend £4 or more, valid until 15th April. Talk about get confused.
She then came over to me with things to sign and a form to fill in about medical conditions address etc. Which I timidly did.
A voice bellowed out from the top of the staircase; I timidly hobbled up the staircase to treatment room two. Where the usual dentist, Beata Cwik greeted with orders to it down. Which I timidly did.
This time, she asked if I had any problems, and I boldly told her about the two front bottom teeth going black after she had filled them on my last visit. (Gawd I felt brave!) She said after a three-second inspection they needed X-raying, along with another double tooth on the left lower, and set about doing this. When the results came through I 
I thought for a moment I could see charges on the screen.
She told me how much they would cost to be put right, and the front teeth have an infection inside them, and would be painful and expensive to try and put right, but she could not give any guarantee that the treatment would work. A rather cruel smile came over her face, and her attitude to me became almost human from then on?
She ordered that I go now, down and book an appointment with one of the receptionists fro further treatment. I struggled down the stairs and joined the queue at the desk. When my turn came, I told her I had to make n appointment fro further treatment, she replied without hesitation; “You will need to pay for today’s checks first!” with a look of sheer determination on her face. So I gave her the £20 quid for today’s check, nervously.
She made an appointment and reminded me that they no longer send out reminders, and a missed appointment would result in a £60 charge, and would no longer be abe to provide any service for me. I acknowledged this and awaited the time and date, writing it down. Wednesday 30th March 2016 @ 1115 hrs!
A sheet she gave me, advised on the future treatment: Examination, Root canal filling (3), Oral X2, Small Xray film, Root ex-sealing (2), and Scale & Polish. I’m not a lot wiser! Other than it is going to cost a lot, and not knowing if it will work to save the two front teggies, no idea about the double one.
Again there were fewer people about than usual.
Not many dogs either, perhaps they are waiting, for the drizzle to stop? No point in trying to do that tomorrow, according to the Red Alert for rain forecast.
I plodded on up the hill and down to the flats.
So, up to the flat and I put my bits away and recorded the appointment time and date in Google and Microsoft calendars.
Laptop on and go this updated.
Put the giant potato in the oven to start baking. I’ll add the beef pasty and roasting veg later, if I remember to and don’t fall asleep.
Did some more Facebooking then WordPressing.
Got it all done and served up. Large baked potato, beef slice, roast vegetables, brown soda bread and chicken thigh, followed be a banana and fresh dessert. Rated this one another 9.54/10, especially as I didn’t drop it all over the place like the night before.
Took the medications and settled to watch some interesting old stuff on the goggle-box. I did well, getting through perhaps two whole programmes before drifting off to sleep…
There are hundreds more of these Celebrations Days, but I chose these, because, in actual fact, none of them apply to me.
14th February – We have a Valentines day;
For those involved in sexual passions and have a partner.
1st March – We have St David’s Day;
For the Welsh folk.
6th March – We Have Mothers Day;
For those ladies who have children.
8th March – We have the International Women’s Day;
General celebration of respect, appreciation, and love towards women, to a celebration of women’s economic, political, and social achievements.
9th March – We have The National No Smoking Day:
To shame the poor buggers who are addicted to nicotine.
17th March – We have St Patricks Day;
To boost the sales of Guinness, and give the lads an excuse for being late for work in the morning.
18th March – We have Purple Day;
To brighten up everyone’s day with a little bit of purple and a lot of fun iin your school, workplace or community. (?)
19th March – We have National Poultry Day;
Chicken, turkey and other birds we commonly consume are celebrated on this day. (?)
1st April – We have Walk to Work Day;
For those who just might still have a job. Introduced to encourage people to be mindful of their health and their carbon footprint and a great excuse to treat yourself to that latte on the way to work, as your reward for all those extra calories burned off.
2nd April – We have The Pillow Fight Day;
A pillow fight flash mob is a social phenomenon of flash mobbing and shares many characteristics of a culture jam. (?)
2nd April – We also have – International Children’s Book Day;
Hans Christian Andersen’s birthday and since 1967 International Children’s Book Day has been celebrated on or around this day to inspire a love of reading and to call attention to children’s books.
15th April – We have Microvolunteering Day; is now in its third successful year, and is a unique opportunity for
Now in its third successful year, and is a unique opportunity for microvolunteering platforms, volunteering involved organisations & individuals to join together in a synchronised effort to demonstrate the empowering potential of the microvolunteering concept.
23rd April – We have William Shakespeare’s day;
To celebrate the bard.
19th June – We have Father’s Day;
To mollycoddle those who can’t keep their pecker in their zip.
21st June – We have Summer solstice day;
For pagans, hippies, druggies and wino’s.
5th July – We have Eid al-Fitr Day;
For Muslims, to celebrate the end of Ramadan.
30th November – We have Diwali Day;
Festival of Lights for Hindu, Sikh and Jain communities.
30th November – We also have St Andrew’s Day;
To assist the whisky and haggis industry and hopefully devolution.
Up at 0400hrs, again in need of the using the facilitations of the bathroom porcelain. Little Inchy needed decoking and cleaning after last nights Whoopsiedangleplop. However Anne Gyna had eased, but the Roger the Reflux Valve was making me gasp and struggle a bit.
I made an effort to take another photographicalisation of the view, with the light reflecting on the photo from the light behind.
Just for a bit of fun. Well, I say fun, is fun the right word. Should I have used amusement or interest? And am I losing it early today? Hehehe!
Made a cuppa and took the medications.
Pondered on the days requirements. Try to get some WordPressing done. Doctors at 1100hrs. Phone Clinic to confirm my appointment time. Oh, the dentist, no that’s tomorrow isn’t it. I really must try to get some cleaning up done sometime today, even if it’s only a bit. I can’t get rid of the feeling that I’ve forgotten something? A horrible sensation that!
Got on with completing Sunday’s diary, and tries to do an Iceland order, but at the end of the process it told me ‘A problem has occurred – Please go back, so I decided not to bother and ignored it.
Did some Facebooking. Had to prevent myself from forgetting the time, need to have me bath and ablutions yet, before I get the things ready for the walk to the surgery.
I cleared away and titivated the kitchen, then got into the bathroom to do my ablutions. Rather disappointed as the water ran cold so quickly and had to make due with a few inches of water. Must inform the caretaker later.
Got put sooner than planned when I started shivering. It took a while, the back and Arthur Itis saw to that.
Pottered about and got the things ready for the INR blood test, bus-pass for later, mobile phone, camera, nibbles for the medical team and gloves all into the bag.
I did my usual checks to make sure I’d not left anything on: And found the hot tap running in the kitchen! Grottyswellski! No wonder the bath was not hot!
Took the rubbish bags and put them down the chute on the way down.
Walked down the Winchester Street Hill into Sherwood, left up the hill then down into Carrington. Phones sister Jane on the way and had a little natter.
Arrived at the surgery and booked in, and got the crossword book out. It was the Obergruppenfurher nurse on duty today, but she was surprisingly friendly with me? She decided to find a new vein today because she said the old one was overused and going hard?
Dropped off the bus and walked to Upper Parliament Street to catch one to Morrison’s in Netherfield. Took a photo of the crowds on Clinton Street. It reminded me of New York, with the moody sunshine and folks all wrapped up well.
I said a few words asking for the easing of pains for a few friends who are suffering at the moment.
The bus arrived, swiped my bus-pass and enjoyed the sunshine as we drove out through town, Colwick and to Netherfield. I’d decided to go to Morrisons cause Iceland’s website, wouldn’t take my order for delivery.
I checked the times of the buses to go back, not a bad service, three an hour during the daytime.
I’m afraid I bought some ‘Naughty foods’ 
Gravy granules, dried vegetables, Fresh roasting vegetable pack and spent £12.28.
Timed it well to get the bus back to town. Got to Queen Street, and again was lucky with the timing as the L9 turned up at he bus stop as I did. (Getting a bit worried about things going right for me at this point, my EQ told me I was going to pay for it later!)
I even fell asleep on the bus, but woke up as it was driving into Chestnut Walk outside the flats, brilliant!
As I got into the foyer, a lady there spoke to me, as I checked to see if there was a washing machine free in the laundry room, (No, all in use) and I could feel the blood running down my arm onto my gloves. I had to leave her rather abruptly as I hastened up to the flat, into the bathroom and cleaned it up, and had to put some Brute aftershave on it to get it to stop. (Stung a bit that did, hehe!)
Put the things away in cupboards and fridge, had to manipulate the contents of the freezer to m
Kettle on, and started to prepare the nosh.
Took a photo through the window of the glorious clouds.
I stayed in the kitchen and read my book while the fodder was cooking, and kept a close eye on it.
I made some lamb gravy to add to it. The vegetables were not too bad. Added beetroot and a cooked chicken thigh.
Added beetroot and a cooked chicken thigh.
A pot of the Strawberry dessert for afters, and moved it all into the front room on a tray, to eat on my knee while I watched TV.
The idea turned out not to be a good one! The Whoopsiedangleplop proved this!
I managed to fall asleep and dropped the tray and fodder off of my knee. Bits of the meal were spread on my dressing gown, slippers, the carpet, on and under the arm chair & cover… I swore quite a bit.
Down on the knees to clean under the chair (Roger Reflux, Anne Gina and Arthur Itis were not pleased with this and had been giving me anguish ever since, Humph), picking the bits up by hand that had somehow gotten everywhere and it felt like into every crevis! Sprayed fabric deodoriser, over the materials, then passed the wind, and sprayed citrus fresh air spray all over. Getting back up was not an easy or pain-free job either.
In the middle of all this sorting, the phone went; It was the Iceland delivery???
I thought their system told me they could not take my order? I had no email to inform me about it? Had to re-sort the freezer again to make room for the chips that were delivered.
And how I managed to order this great big box of Surf is anyone’s guess?
Still, the Whoopsiedangleplop got me to clean the room up a bit, Hehe!
Had a cuppa, felt sorry for me, a little depressed and put the TV on.
I succeeded in watching a whole programme, then off into the land of nod, at last!
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Been awake for ages, stirred into action around 0500 hrs, carefully mind! Roger Reflux valve and Anne Gyna had both been giving me grief during the night. The lower back seems to have calmed down after all the bending to clean up after last nights series of Whoopsidangleplops!
Not feeling so good again (So tired and again already) now, but not complaining, at least, the ulcer and Arthur Itis are both being kind to me this morning. I made a cup of tea and took the medications. Getting low on Glyceryl trinitrate now, good job I’m going for the INR blood level test tomorrow, I’ll ask for some extra. Dentists on Tuesday.
Found some bits on the carpet from last night’s Whoopsidangleplop with the fodder, that I’m missed when cleaning it up. Very gently I got down and picked them up, took them to the bin, and returned with a damp cloth and got down again delicately, to try and remove the stains. Did a reasonable job, then getting back up again I felt the warm wet feeling coming from Little Inchy’s area. I’m managed to get the lesion bleeding again. Into the bathroom to clean him up, then applied the Dakacort cream again.While in there, I popped on the throne. As I sat there, I noticed the carbolic soap in the tray near the bath, and felt cheered up a bit somehow? Is it, or not is not sad for an old fart to get himself taken to heart at the thought of having a bath using his beloved carbolic soap or not?
While in there, I popped on the throne. As I sat there, I noticed the carbolic soap in the tray near the bath, and felt cheered up a bit somehow? – Is it, or not is not sad for an old fart to get himself taken to heart at the thought of having a bath using his beloved carbolic soap or not?
I looked at the laundry bag; it was getting filled up again, so decided today to get the laundry done. If I can catch a machine, that’s not in use. Decisions decisions Hehe!
After I get the laundry done, I might get a walk in the Woodthorpe Grange Park while the dryer is working and get some photographicalisationing done?
The scene from the kitchen window was nice looking.
The thermometer on he window side was up to 57ºf.
I got the laptop on and completed yesterday’s diary. Then, checked the weather forecast for today; Cloudy, 44ºf and the winds twixt 7 and nine mph, doesn’t sound too bad that.
Had a good wash and brushed up, the shave producing several cuts on te chin and one on the neck.
Took my bag with me with the dirty washing, and got down to the Laundry Room. Got the washing machine on ‘Fast mode’, and did some crosswords in the foyer while waiting. Not many folks around today and those that did pass-by were not in a talkative mood to reply to my “Good Morning, are you keeping well” greeting.
I got the dryer going and departed for a walk up to the park with my camera.
Hobbled up the gravel footpath instead, not that was a lot less muddy.
The Copse had many broken branches strewn around, as did the path at the top the of the hill.
I saw some daffodils or narcissus growing under some trees and foolishly attempted to walk closer to get a picture of this wonder of nature. What a 
I walked up the path to watch some football match for a while, but gave up, even the road was covered in mud at that end.
On the way back after deciding to retrace my steps to the flat, I met the Greyhound Lady with a different Whippet. He was friendly enough, and the lady told me this dog refuses to walk in mud and always avoids it. I wish I had been as wise!
I managed to get down the gravel path and into the foyer. Tried to clean off some of the mud on the kerb beforehand, not very successful, though.
I went into the laundry room and used some tissues and ran water from the tap to clean up my shoes best I could, and then tackled mud on the bottom of my jeans when I noticed it putting my shoes back on.
I wished I’d known who’s the washing in the green bag was, it had still not been collected, I could have taken it to her flat for her.
Did some more cross-wording while waiting for dryer, to finish. Got the togs folded into my bag, and got back up to the flat. Put the clothes away and made a cuppa.
Got it done and posted, and then went on Facebook.
Feeling a bit better now, Anne Gyna has eased off a lot.
Crossed fingers it comes out okay. Strawberry dessert (Last one, sob!) for afters.
No Whoopsiedangeplops while making or eating this gastronomic delight. Pigged it and ate the lot! (Coy mode adopted)
However; when I did the washing up afterwards, I found it no effort at all to drop the washing-up liquid bottle and coat my trousers socks and slippers in Morrison’s Savers green liquid. Then slid painfully about for a few seconds on the now almost like an ice rink floor.
This incident and the cleaning up afterwards brought on Anne Gyna, Little Inchy bleeding again and even Arthur Itis joined in. Notwithstanding, I kept me pecker up, cleaned it up, changed clothes, took me late medications and settled into the even more damaged 1959 imitation leather arm chair, painfully.
Watched a lot of TV tonight, over three hours. Fair enough, it was interspersed with nodding-off periods, but overall, I did well staying awake. I eventually went off into the land of nod, much needed after the last two nights, managing four hours without hiatus. Zzzz!
I was born in 1947, an accident for sure,
Mother now long gone, to void being arrested,
This fact I was content to inure,
By Auntie Gail then, I was molested,
I loved it, thought she was a treasure,
Then going to school, this is where my sanity was tested!
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Avoiding being beaten up several times each day,
Keeping the bully boys at bay,
Being called a Nancy for wanting to learn,
Having three other jobs, for spending money to earn,
Paper rounds, Saturday job & wood bundling; jobs I couldn’t spurn
For Dad said, I had to Pay-As-You-Earn!
*****
I had to earn enough cash for the school meals daily to eat,
I’d have agreed to being adopted in a heartbeat,
But Aunt Gail didn’t ask, and we never again did meet,
Oh, how I did cry and wailed, I was so downbeat!
*****
I continued working, bundling the fire-wood,
Grafting away every hour that I could.
Doing extra night shifts, when they asked, I would.
The long tiring hours stood me well later in adulthood,
Then the boss showed me how to saw the wood,
He left me to carry on, there was so much blood!
*****
When the plank shot up off the bench, it caused a conflagration,
Then landed on he head, causing a nasty indentation,
The emergency services arrived, quite an accumulation,
Firemen, ambulancemen, police, a right altercation,
The ambulancemen gave me a perambulation,
To the Children Hospital, where they gave me an investigation,
I was sent home within the hour, Dad offered words of caution:
If my dinner isn’t ready when I get home again, they’ll be an argumentation!
Ah, memories…
