May 2016 – Page 4 – Inchie Today

Inchcock Today Fri 6 May : Busy busy day! Whoopsiedangleplop! So tired!

Friday 6 May 2016

P1070136 Up at 0455hrs, spent a couple of hours graphicalisationing for a particular TFZ gal (Can’t reveal anything yet?)

Then onto sorting out the Dyson and got all confused. A quick call to Brother-in-Law and he got me sorted out.

Got the paperwork sorted for when Steve Age UK arrives, then made a cuppa and took the medications. Was I sure there is another one I’ve forgotten about?

Made sure the appointment things for the Opticians, GUM Clinic and the hospital were in the bag/pockets and put the other bag with the jammies etc, near the door so I wouldn’t forget them.

Had my bath, and did my ablutions, Haem Aroid bleeding but not Little Inchy.

Steve arrived and set to phoning the Council about the Council Tax, British Gas (Gas & Electricity) and Severn Trent Water for the old house to be cancelled. I’ve got to go to visit the bank to cancel the Council Tax payments. The Electricity and Gas, Steve has to ring back next time he calls and I still couldn’t remember the other one needing to be done?

I tried out the new Dyson (Only with the carpet attachment) while he was here, it is superb! The collection box is only small, but it is so easy to empty.

Steve had another client to go and see, said he would call sometime next week to arrange a day for him to try and sort things out again.

I rang Pete to thank him for his guidance but Janet answered the phone, had a gossip and during this I remembered the other thing that needed cancelling – the house insurance!

Got the laptop on again to start this off, as I don’t imagine I’ll be in an excellent state when I get back so late from being prodded about and having lumps cut out of me. Hehe!

I’ll take the camera with me too.

Got everything ready, and set off in the hope of catching the 1239hrs L9 bus into town.

Got to the bus stop at 1230hrs and not a soul around.

Waited around in hope for the bus to arrive, without any luck.

Gave up at 1255hrs and walked up and through Woodthorpe Grange Park to the bus stop in Sherwood. Of course, this meant because the bus to the GUM clinic didn’t arrive, muggins here forgot all about it!

A couple of Swines on the footpath!

Got into town and meandered down through the Slab Square where the Nottingham Shoplifters had gathered to take in the sun.

Went to the bank, where I had a long wait to talk with an advisor about getting the old house’s Community Tax payments cancelled. But when the lady was free, she was charming and helpful, bless her. We even managed a little natter together, had her smiling anyway.

Out and up to Boots the Opticians, where I collected the new spectacles and had another laugh and a good chinwag.

Being a little early to go to the hospital (Having forgotten about the Clinic helped – Humph!), I had a walk around and down Hounds Gate. Surprisingly few folk about here too!

Surprisingly few folk about here too!

The sun was out and it was warm. So I removed my jumper and put it in my bag.

Called into the pound Shop and had a wander around inside. I bought a soup ladle and a pack of four mini pork pies to eat at the Treatment Centre. I didn’t eat the soup like, just the pork pies, see? Hehe!

When I walked to the tram stop on South Parade, there were far too many Pavement cyclists around to dare photographicalise any of them for fear of betting beat up by em!

Caught the right tram (Yes. it occasionally happens, ha!) to the Queens Medical Centre and walked down the five flights of stairs to the ground floor beneath and hobbled over to the Treatment Centre. Handed in my appointment letter and the lady gave me a bleeper to let me know when it is my turn, and I sat down and read me Holocaust book. Consuming all the pork pies as I did so. Still, that’ll mean no messing about getting fodder when I do get back if I get back to the flat later.

I was feeling so tired at this stage, I managed to nod off twice! Still, the bleeper vibrated so it let me know when to go in. Mind you, it was an hour and a half wait, but in pleasant surroundings and cute nurses passing by.

No messing with these people, very efficient and to the point. The nurse checked my details, took back the bleeper and led me to a chair in the corridor inside. Within minutes a Doctor, the one who saw me a year ago and actually remembered soon had me examined and told me he did not want to disturb the growth yet and booked me in for another appointment in two weeks so he can have a look again to see how it is progressing. He smiled, nay, laughed, when I told him I’d struggled to carry the bag with my towels, clothes, shaving tackle, slippers, etc. to get there too in case I was kept in.

Back to the Tram stop and soon caught a tram back into town – but what a ride!When the tram pulled up, I wasn’t sure who were the biggest danger to me,

When the tram arrived, I wasn’t sure who were the biggest threat to me, those rushing to get off the tram, or those elbow charging to get on the tram! I managed to get a seat, but a 22 stone bloke sat next to me and I had no room to manoeuvre to get the camera out! Well, it was the rush hour by then.

Dropped off in Slab Square and made my way painfully up Queen Street and waited for the 40 bus. No use me waiting for an L9 to the flats they had stopped running hours ago. Tsk!

Another uncomfortable and pain filled journey again, the bus was so packed the driver had to refuse some folks wanting to get on.

I got off on Winchester Street, risked life and limb to cross over the road and made my way limpingly towards the flats.

I’ve no idea what these plants were that bravely forced their way through the concrete and up the railings, but to me, they were beautiful.

Anyone know their name. Please?

Just managed to get in the flat in time to avoid a leakage!

So glad, with it being so late (For me like!), that I didn’t have to mess about making anything to eat. Made a cuppa and took the medications, a bit late, though.

Tired as I felt, it took a while to get to sleep. Heigh-ho!

Inchcock Today Thur 5 May 16: Voting, Dentist then mainly pain! Hehe!

Thursday 5th May 2016

0345hrs: Woke, glad that I did too! The dream I was having was repulsive! Full of violence, hate and destruction by mobs of citizens on the streets?.

As I sat there pondering on life, I felt the warm and wet feeling from the lower regions. No need to check, I hobbled to the bathroom to tend to Little Inch’s lesion. As I did, a feeling of something not nice about to happen came over me? An odd sensation that, my high EQ I expect.

Made a brew and took the medications and deliberated on what the day would, might or could hold for me. This morning I’ve to vote in the Nottinghamshire Police & Commissioner election. I must say I like it that they have made the poll station in our Winwood Community Shed because getting out to anywhere is hard with so few buses available. The downside to this is we can’t have our Social Hour this week as it falls on the same day as the elections.

I’ll vote for someone not already involved in the nefarious political system I think. Those political animals whose apanthropinization and intent on self-preservation and ingordigious nature, will not be getting my vote. Mind you, when it comes to proper elections, all the candidates would be off limits to me! Hehe! So then, I must pick the least harmful to the proletariat, and or least corrupt of the fainéant ones on offer!

Then, the dentist at 1300hrs for the delayed canal work. Not too keen on that, but it has to be done I suppose.

Got on with the post about my mate Duncan Robertson, I’ve called it “Runcan Dobertson is arrested – Why?”

I just hope Dunc likes it.Just a bit of fun like.

Just a bit of fun like.

It took me ages to get the graphics right, but I enjoy doing them so.

Did y ablutions and went to the Winwood Social Shed to cast my votes for the Commissioner candidates. I noted, we had a first and second choice – does this mean it is a Proportional Vote?

On my walk to the hut, I took this photograph of some daisies forcing their way through the grass.

Bootiful!

Cast my vote, or rather votes to ensure someone will get the £6500 a year salary plus some nice expenses of course.

Set off on my walk, up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park on my way to the Dentists.

The skyline was gorgeous and I noticed a plane.

Possibly just set off from East Midlands Airport, taking holidaymakers off to some far distant land of sun and sangria?

I wasn’t jealous in the least!

Lovely and warm air today. I felt quite high in spirits. Then a lousy Nottingham Footpath Cyclist careered up the hill at speed.

Despite there being a lot of pedestrians and pushchairs and prams on the pathway.

‘Swine!’

Turned up the hill and down into Sherwood and called at the Co-op to get some cheesy cobs, a TV paper and a pack of Jersey new potatoes.

When I came out to muddle my way down to the Dentists, anther swine of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist belted by, weaving in between the people legally on the sidewalk.

The first photo I took, he’d gone behind a lady, but I got the ‘Git’ later using the zoom.

I stood and appreciated the weather for a while, then because the L9 bus back up to the flats had just gone and another not due for an hour, I limped back to the park and up through it then down to the flats. The back and right arm giving me some hassle, but I so enjoyed watching the dogs happily playing in the park.

The painkiller jabs from the dentist started to wear off. The canal work didn’t bother me at all.

I got in the foyer door and noticed a washing machine was free – so I shot up (Well, hobbled) to the apartment and collected the laundry and back down and got it started washing away. I took my crossword book with me to do while the cleaning was done.

But a couple of lady tenants came and we had a jolly good chinwag!

Deans and Obergruppenfurher Julie came in to test the fire alarm.

The washing seemed to be done quickly, so I got it into the dryer and nipped back up to sort things a bit.

Started to update this page, then put the fodder bits away.

I have to say when I got the Jersey new potatoes in the saucepan to simmer slowly, they looked in a right crap condition!

Some split skins, some wrinkled and some in halves!

Tsk!

Went down to etch the clothes from the Laundry Room and pulled me back as I opened the fire door. Huh, what next!

Bending down taking the laundry out was painful. Had a laugh with a chap who came in to do his drying, and he must have spotted me wincing as I bent and he told me he’d bend down to clean the filter for me. Nice of him that!

I got back and put the togs in the airing cupboard, made a cuppa and got on with this again.

Opened Facebook and it allowed me to comment and make posts again – At last!

So, horrible new potatoes and cheesy ham cobs tonight. Eurgh!

Pondered on how I’ll get everything done tomorrow.

Steve is coming 0930hrs to sort cancellation of the old houses payments, utilities, etc.
Get myself and things ready for the medical visits.
GUM Clinic.
Opticians.
Treatment Centre (Must remember to take me jammies etc. with me).

Took medications and soon fell asleep for once.

Runcan Dobertson Arrested: Anyone know why please?

The mystery of why this took place remains!

Police had photographs of Runcan Dobertson along with Juan Inchcock.

Looking like they were doing a deal like fencing?

Is Inchcock to be arrested too?

Or, was Runcan arrested over the pack of wild savage dogs he owns?

And why does he feel the need to have these dangerous terriers in his home?

How can he afford such luxuries as a Miele H6 100 BM microwave oven and top of the range Brother MFCJ-4620DW A4 smart inkjet multifunction printer with A3 bypass tray?

He just retired from MI5 early too?

Suspicious that… was he about to get caught up to no good perhaps, was it he who left the briefcase with secret Government papers in it on the bus in 1971?

And, how can he be responsible for such a gorgeous jaw-droppingly beautiful grand-daughter like Seren?

All these questions need answering.

In particular, the reason for his arrest in the first place.

Please send any evidence or knowledge you have to Ratty, so he can get it on his website ASAP in support of Runcan and have a good laugh.

Inchcock Today Wed 4 May 2016: Anther day in waiting for the Dyson delivery… Whoops, it’s come!

Wednesday 4 May 2016

0455hrs: Coughed, tried to remember the dream I’d been having, released a near deadly emission of the wind from the rear end and forced myself up and to the bathroom porcelain. At last, I thought, movement and relief, but no. T’was all wind and noise again.

Little Inchy was bleeding a bit, but the Haem Aroids were not.

Washed the Crock-pot up from last night’s horrible meal. Heck of a job, so I left it soaking in wash-up liquid and bleach.

Made a brew and took the medications, along with an extra Entrolax to encourage things that were bubbling and groaning away inside, to escape.

Worked at the ‘Thoughts of the day’ post and got it posted off. Then did some more work on the graphics for later use, during which: A call to the porcelain was lucky!At last, relief! A bit of blood mind, but that was to be expected.

At last, relief! A bit of blood mind, but that was to be expected.

I rang Sister Jane, she rang back and we had a mini-chinwag. Pete asked me to have a look at an estate agent in Arnold to see if I could ascertain any details about a certain property for sale on Blake Road.

Spent hours on the laptop, graphicationalisationing. Many not turning out right and frustrating and annoying me.

Aha! The Dyson is delivered when I was just getting into the bath. This meant I could get out and about today. So I put the box in the bedroom, had the bath and ablutions and I set off to get some fodder and photo’s printed at Asda (Walmart) in Arnold.

A lovely natter with some tenants at the bus stop. I walked up and down High Street to try and find the Estate Agents Pete mentioned. There were three on the long road, but none of the name mentioned. I rang Pete and found out I was looking on Front Street instead of on High Street. Tsk! So I walked the length of High Street and found it. No property at West Bridgford on display.

Walked back and into Asda, and got the photos ordered and paid for, then did the shopping. A lot of shopping, too much shopping, two bags again!

After which, I remembered to collect the prints.

I hobbled to a different bus stop to catch L9 bus back to the flats. What I noticed across the road was a bedding shop advertising it sold high chairs etc. Took a photograph of it while I waited for the bus, but two people walked in front of it as I took it.

Had to fight off the urge to fall asleep again, but managed not to miss the flats bus stop this time.

Limped up to the flat, and felt the fatigue hitting me as I did.

WC’d then put away the fodder I’d bought.

I was not up to doing much then. Felt well drained and had a dizzy as I started to make some ham sandwiches Ritz biscuits for me nosh.

Didn’t feel up to doing any cooking with the sudden fatigue.

Took the medications and had a session of ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD watching. Few calls to the porcelain and no concentration at all, the mind was doing its own thing and throwing all sorts of conceived problems at me?

Convinced I was going doolally I had some querulous thoughts on my abilities and capacity to cope with life. I was fretting again! Humph!

Inchies Thoughts of the day

What had I been dreaming about last night?

Oh, this constipation is giving putting me in a plight,

Was Adolph Hitler really a Wagnerite?

Is living in peace not a human right?

Tomorrow to the dentist, of course, I have no fright,

Vote for the Police commissioner, I might?

For who to vote for, I’ve no foresight,

Will the Dyson I’ve ordered be delivered late at night?

Why is Little Inchy bleeding again and tight?

The flat needs cleaning, it’s a bit of a messy sight,

Looked in the mirror, saw a face wrinkled and so white,

Seems that I have aged quickly overnight?

My complexion’s gone spotty and well it might,

Skin cancer blotches increase, face like a stalagmite,

What’ll I have for nosh today, a tasty bite?

Roast vegetables and sausage, a touch of Marmite?

Friday for Cancer treatment with a Doctor Malikite,

Why am I uneducated and not erudite?

To be a good person, I always try to fight,

I wonder if Law & Order UK is on telly tonight?

I’m off to bed now, Goodnight!

Inchcock Today Tue 3 May 16: Launderette, Asda shopping and Whoopsiedangleplops!

Tuesday 3 May 2016

Didn’t wake up until 0615hrs, and with no desire or need to use the throne in the bathroom. Mmm?

Bits of the dreams remained, something about me hanging on hooks in a cellar-like place and having bits of my body hacked off now and them by men in white coats wearing bobble hats. Apparently they were feeding the chunks of my torso to endangered species and hung a photo of the aforementioned animals on the brickwork near me each time they lobbed a lump off? Hey-ho!

Steve Age UK might be contacted me today, no doubt if he does I’ll be out at the launderette with BJ at the time.

Made a cuppa and took the medications, cleaned the pots and then cleaned me in the bath and abluted.

Still no urge to pass anything. Most unusual for me this!

Got the laptop on and finished Monday’s post, started this one and did some graphics ASAP as BJ will ring me in a while, to say he’s coming to pick me up.

BJ did ring a few moment later, he’ll ring me later before he sets off to collect me bless him.

Made another cup of tea, still no sign of needing the porcelain?

BJ rang me, he’s on his way. So I hurriedly got everything ready and went down to the foyer to await his arrival. After a while, I decided to walk to the end of the road and wait there for him. He arrived ten minutes later and not in a good mood. He’d been trying to sort out the registration for his wife’s new car, but only met with obstructions, so he apologised for temper before we started off.

Got to the launderette and started off the washing. Managed to have a gossip and laugh with the laundry gal.

Steve Age UK phone me, he’s going to call to see me on Friday AM before I go to the Cancer Clinic to sort out what needs cancelling with the bank.

Eventually got it done, and took one massive bag of done washing to BJ’s car and we went to BJ’s neighbour so he could see how she was and what she needed. She is 83-year-old and her son has had a fall. Then off we went to Asda (Walmart).

We split up and agreed to meet up at the bench near the tills when we had done our shopping. Unfortunately, I was delayed by a Whoopsiedangleplop while shopping. (Huh, again!). I was reaching up to get some bottles of flavoured spring water and managed to drop one as I took it down. It bounced unceremoniously around the aisle and hit a woman’s trolley, who screamed and the staff came running… I bent down to retrieve the plastic bottle and hit me head on the cart. Boy if looks could kill, I’d be a gonna now!

This delayed me getting to BJ and he rang, he was out in his car waiting for me and not happy about it either. I limped out having a dizzy on the way to the car and told apologised for keeping him waiting and explained what had occurred.

He ran me back to the flats almost in silence. Made our farewells and he then departed. I struggled into the foyer with the bag of washing and two bags of fodder. A kind lady held the inner door open for me so I didn’t have to put the bags down to open it. Very kind of her that was.

I got the minced beef on the go in the Crock-Pot, put away the washing and then sorted the shopping out. During these procedures, I must have had to wee-wee around five times, but no heavy duty evacuations yet today at all?

Made another cuppa and took the medications, then I got the laptop on to update this and get some graphics started for me next funny post.

Getting a bit cold now, so I searched for my bobble hat, and after a while, found it on my head. Sad, I know!

Dined on the minced beef and onion dinner followed by a pot of mandarins in orange jelly.

Not very good at all the mince, despite my best efforts to season it with spices and beef gravy mix.

Another disappointment of the highest order! Could only give this one a 3.5/10, horrible it was! Tsk!

No movement from rear end yet.

I put the TV on and kept nodding off so often, decided to get my head down properly. Made no difference, I kept dreaming, waking, dreaming waking…

Tsk!

Inchcock Today Mon 2 May 2016: Flat Bound – No buses today

Monday 2nd May 2016

I stirred gently into life around 0550hrs. Amazed I could remember nothing of the dreams I knew I’d been having? Went to make a cuppa and take the medications, and found I’d not finished the washing up from last night. Naughty Boy!

Took a peek at the calendar for the week: Today: No INR blood tests due to it being a Bank Holiday. Tuesday: Launderette, shopping for fodder, Wednesday: Possible delivery of the Dyson cleaner upperer (Could be any day really) Thursday: Vote for the £60,000 a year Nottingham Police Crime Commissioner and then the Dentists for me canal work, Skin Cancer Clinic on Friday. Of course, if the haematology or cardiac appointments come through it could be fun if they clash with any of the things already arranged and the Nottingham City Homes give me an appointment for the bath/shower changeover, which they tell me will take three to four days to do… I’m all confused now…

Posted the Sunday diary off. Spent a few hours preparing some graphics for later use, posting the Out of Euro post, then made some early fodder.

The view from the kitchen window when the rain stopped.

I spent a while using the binoculars while the food was cooked. I still haven’t got them set up right yet, but bigger problems are lurking to worry about.

When will the Dyson be delivered and will I be in? Will it come while I’m at the laundry with BJ then doing the shopping tomorrow, or on Wednesday? (I expect not because I’ll be in all day Wednesday unless the 12-hour notice cardiac appointment comes meantime) Or on Thursday when I’m out Voting or at the dentist having the canal work done? Maybe Friday, when I’ll be out at the Skin Cancer Clinic for hours having tests and test-extractions? Why can’t I find a way to clean the hobs, on the electric cooker? Why has Little Inchy’s bleeding eased off so much? Why can… (Oh sorry, got carried away a bit there!)

The meal, mashed potatoes, petit pois and lamb steaks looked exquisite.

But it was crap! The potatoes too wet, the petit pois sourish tasting and as for the lamb steaks that did look inviting indeed:

Horrible! Tasteless! Dry!.

Best rating I could give it; 4.5/10. A bit of failure I’m afraid – no more lamb for me for a while until the memory of this dull, bland effort fades, at least.

Then I spent many hours doctoring the photographs that Duncan took and those of him I made for later use in CorelDraw X7 and CorelPaint X7. Far too much time as this prevented me getting any cleaning up done again. (Hehe!)

Fatigue kicked in, despite my not doing anything even remotely physical today, and I settled to watch the TV. I enjoyed the ‘Evening with Victoria Wood’, yet felt so sad at the same time.

That set my mind off wandering and pondering on so many relevant and unconnected things before I nodded off.

I woke around 2345 hrs, shaking and trembling for a few minutes (Dream?). And realised I’d not done any WC activity for hours now?

Caught a site of a lost love framed photograph, and pined a while.

Nodded off again.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Ponders the In or Out Euro Referendum – In Rhyme (Of sorts)

Stay or leave?

A case was presented firmly for staying in from the HSBC,

It seemed a well-balanced argument to me,

Duncan pointed out, their tax avoidance at its Swiss subsidiary,

And, their Director refused to take personal responsibility,

HSBC helped wealthy clients across the world save many a pound & rupee,

Saving them by arranging for them to make profit tax free!

Evading millions of pounds worth of tax said the BBC,

But that’s not all, there’s the other naughty thing,

HSBC was also fined $1.9bn for failing to prevent money laundering!

Barclays Bank, said they want Britain to remain in the EU,

Considering their history, would you believe anything they say is true?

They fiddle clients trade rates, and got a $284m forex fine,

The Government rescued them time after time, keeping them in line,

Not surprising, William Hague’s wife was a Barclays paid advisor at the time,

Sacked their Chief Executive with a handout of £950,000, the swine,

And a pension of £363,000 a year, I wish it were mine!

AnotherBank, who wants us in Europe, to stay,

Banco Santander, the one that got involved with I must say,

Gotti Tedeschi, former head of the Vatican Bank up till last May,

Pope Benedict XVI’s confidant, who was detained by Carabinieri,

For corruption investigation involving an Italian subsidiary,

Using untrained advisors, failing to advise clients to their financial dismay,

Circumventing European money-laundering rules, oh, yay!

What will we do without these companies here,

Will they pull out if we do, I fear?

Aren’t the Chinese building our new power station that’s nuclear?

The situation is confusing and not too clear,

Will leaving the Euro, mean more things austere?

Boyo’s tirade at Obama means his intention are not unclear!

There are so many other wanting us to leave and be free,

Err… like Luke Johnson, chairman of Patisserie Valerie,

I’m still confused, but that’s not unusual for me!

Inchcock Today Sun 1 May 2016: The Duncan Robertson Visitation cheered Inchy up no end!

Sunday 1st May 2016

Didn’t wake until gone 0600hrs, I reckon I must have gotten in seven hours kip! Mind you, I needed it. Duncan is coming on a visit today.

The ailments were very kind to me when I hobbled to the bathroom, Anne Gyna, Rea Flux, Arthur Itis and the dizzies were all in a good mood. Only Duo Denal and the new right arms pains were giving me any hassle.

Doing some yodelling to myself when I made a cuppa and took the medications. Nearly dropped the mug when the right arm twinged, Tsk!

Got the laptop going and checked the emails, then CorelDraw X8 on to do some graphicalisationing and updated Sat’s post and started this one off.

Duncan is coming twixt 0930 > 1030hrs, so I plan to be down in the lobby reading my book and keep an eye out for his arrival.

Got my ablutions done in plenty of time.

Met Duncan at the lobby door, so nice to see him again, a grand chap. Up to the flat and we had a cuppa, followed by a good long natter of mammoth proportions. Hours and hours of chinwagging, which I enjoyed and was grateful for, so very much.

I informed Duncan of the reading glasses that I had misplaced. Within seconds, he was doing a search for them.

Withing minutes he had found them and another pair I thought I’d never see again.

The man is a genius!

Dunc is so pleased he is now officially retired. He took some photo’s of me I could use later and he professionally posed for me to take some of him.

Walked with Duncan to his car. Waved him off on his journey back to Birmingham.

Leaving me feeling elated at his visit, but sad he had to go.

Started the lamb hotpot cooking away in the Crock-Pot.

Then I got on with updating this and checked the emails.

I was feeling a little fatigued but felt happier that I have done in a long time.

Had a meal, took the medications and fell asleep in the broken 1959 brown imitation E-Plan armchair.

I kept waking up, and on one of these occasions, from the chair through the glass balcony door where I had a view of the gravel footpath going from the flats up onto Woodthorpe Grange Park, I saw a chap collapse while walking down the hill near the bench. I rushed into the kitchen and looked through the binoculars. The chap was not moving, and I could see no one near him, so I rang for an ambulance, as doing so, a chap started walking up the path as the injured man stirred gingerly and got himself onto the bench.

Poor bloke had blood all over his nose and cheeks. I cancelled my emergency call.

Then the Samaritan walked him down the path.

I took these photographs and watched as they neared the bottom close to the flats.

In case it was someone from this court, I made my way down to the ground floor and foyer.

By the time I got down and out to have a look and see if I could assist, the injured chap was getting into a car and waving his thanks to the out of view helper.

I’d wanted to explain to the bloke, that I saw him collapse in slow motion almost, in case he’d thought he’s tripped and fell. Something other than tripping caused his falling down, thought this might be important in case it was a medical problem he didn’t realise that he had.

Back to the flat and broken chair, where the TV was still going and was soon off to kip.

Inchcock Today Sat 30 April 2016: Mixed news, mixed weather and I felt a bit mixed up too!

Up at 0300hrs after a bad night for sleep. First thoughts were that my mate Duncan is coming to see me today. (Am email found later confirmed that he is coming tomorrow not today – Humph, I am a fool!)

The right arm, from the elbow down, was still giving me pain, so I rubbed in some of the pain gel again. The flesh, is disappearing from the arms too? Pity, I can’t transfer some of the excessive fat from my stomach and midriff region to the arms. Hehe!

I got the laptop on and checked the Emails. Some caring ones came in that made me feel a warmth inside.

Got on with doing a funny of sorts for WordPress.

Took me a few hours, but I enjoyed doing it like.

Posted it off and checked the emails again.

Gorra, a scrub-up, took the rubbish to the chute and gorron an L9 bus to town. Going to have a look at the easy chairs on offer in the city.

Dropped off the bus and cut through the busy Clumber Street, full of Street Entertainers, Big Issue Sellers, shoplifters and potential muggers on my way to the Bank on Exchange Walk.

The ATM was out of order, so I called in to ask the cashier for my balance figure to see if the house money had gone in yet.

Good news, it had. But it was less than I’d hoped for with all the extras I had to fork out for during the battle with the solicitor… Huh!

Then I hobbled to the John Lewis (Jessops) Store. Had a good look around the furniture section, but no chairs suitable, though. Went back down to look at the new Dyson V6 Vacuum cleaners without a lead to fall over and get entangle with. There were three models to choose from, the lady told me that the V6 Absolute was the strongest one, and let me use the display model. It breaks down quickly so I can use it to get to high places, or take the end off and use it by one hand, and it gets into the narrow areas. I pondered, and she told me it was on Special Price over the holiday period, £329.99 down from £369.99! I explained I’d have to come with someone else so they could carry it for me and she shot in verbally saying: “Delivery is free if you pay now.” I bought it. Asking when the delivery would be she said in the next five days. I explained I might be out at the Doctors or Dentists or Skin cancer unit. “If you’re not in, they will leave a form and contact number for you to use!”

I paid her the £329.99 on me card, thanked her and left.

Went out and over the road to the PC World to get a Multi-card reader if they had any.

After spending a rather long time searching for them, a member of staff asked if she could be of help. A rarity indeed in that place! So kind. She couldn’t find them, so she walked me to the other end of the store and asked another member of staff, who walked me back to the opposite end of the store, but couldn’t find them. Yet another member of staff was asked, walked me again to the front of the store and pointed them out on the shelves. I was losing interest now!

They had some in at £7.99, which was a lot less than the last one that failed to work cost me at Jessops camera shop, so I cheered up a bit. As I queued to pay for it, I noticed they had some of the same Dyson V6 Vacuum cleaners like the one I’d just bought and paid for at John Lewis’s, so I wondered back down the store to have a decker at them. Huh! They were on sale at £299.99, and I’d just paid £329.99 thinking I’d got a bargain. Gnash! Mind you, they would have charged for delivery I told myself.

Back up the store to make my exit, and I heard the staff exclaiming: “Blimey (Not the exact word used) look at the flipping (Not the exact word used again) rain!”

I tooketh a couple of photographicalisations of the sudden downpour from out of the stores doors.

Then when it stopped, I hobbled over and into Tesco and got some fodder.

Minced lamb, Minced Beef, Lamb Steaks and some Cream Eclairs fell into the basket while I was getting these. Ahem!

The rain had stopped and the sunshine came out again.

I resisted spending anymore, despite welcome but no doubt temporary bank balance increase.

As I left to make my way to the bus stop, another famous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists made an appearance.

A funny side to this today. The youth was on a tiny bike and he must have been well over six-foot and I had to laugh.

The good thing is, he heard me and looked back to scowl at me after he’d gone by – and nearly rode into the railings.

Made my day that did.

But I don’t think he was too happy about it. Hehehe!

Caught the last L9 back to the flats, thinking maybe I should have got some extra fodder in after all, cause being Bank Holiday. There are no buses running now, until Tuesday?

Fellow tenants from the 14th floor, Kathy and Frank got on the bus halfway there, and this cheered me up further cause we had a little chinwag en route.

On and off throughout the day, the new bother with the right arm/wrist/hand got a bit painful. Found if I twisted my right-hand inwards, the pain got worse?

Got in the flat (No falling asleep on the bus, this time, thanks to nattering with Kathy), WC’d, put the fodder away and got the Crock-pot going. Added the lamb mince to it and made a bit more veg gravy and added that too.

The bit of mince left I cooked in the saucepan for later.

Then, the weather suddenly turned nasty again.

A bit of a mixture, this time, rain and snow and sleet?

I went to make sure I’d locked the flat door and found a message hanging through the letter box I’d missed earlier.

Nervously I opened and read it. It was only from the NHS Circle Skin Cancer Unit at the Queens Medical Centre. The appointment for the growth to be examined. Friday 6 May 2016 at 1600hrs. Got a move on with that they did, bless em.

Went into the bathroom to find the heater and radio both switched on?

Maybe I could have left the heater on, I’ve done that a few times. But, I didn’t put the radio on this morning at all?

Poltergeist?

Got the laptop going again to update this twaddle. Added the hospital appointment to the Google Calendar.

Then went on Facebook.

Getting late for me now.

The little burn on the back of my hand is healing nicely.

Serves me right!

The hot-pot is looking and smelling good I hope Duncan will like it when he calls to see me tomorrow. He contacted me later, he’s the same as wot I am and doesn’t eat during the day. Still, it’ll be ready for me tomorrow night.

Got the bacon and tomatoes on for tonight.

As I looked at the photographs after taking the one of the meal, I realised they were in mono – another cock-up Whoopsiedangleplop from the Nottingham Pensioner!

Tsk!

I ate the fodder, having to force myself to eat the cream eclairs as well. (Fib detected?) The yoghourt had unfortunately gone off, Huh!

Made a right mess with the crumbs from the bread that I had to clean up.

Decided to settle and put the TV on, which doesn’t sound too much like a problem? I could not find the remote control thing. Repeated searches trying places I had done earlier, tested my sanity to its limits.

So, no TV tonight, I got the book ‘Voices from the Holocaust’ out for a reading session.

Went to make a cuppa later and returned to my Circa 1959 brown imitation leather armchair with the broken arms, and as I rounded the Ottoman I trod on the remote control!!!

I realised how I’d missed finding it earlier: The front key side as you see in the photo is light grey – it had fell ending up face down with the black back cover on it showing!

Well, that’s my excuse!

Tired but feeling less confused I soon nodded off, and slept to seven hours without waking at all!