Month: April 2017

Inchcock – Thursday 20th April 2017

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Thursday 20th April 2017

Macedonian: 20 четвртокот Април 2017 година

Woke at 0410hrs: Bits of a dream lingered for a while but departed my brain within seconds. These were replaced with the determination to get the washing done as soon as possible.

0420hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner. No washing, medicationalisationing or kettle put on – I gathered the laundry bag, made sure the accoutrements were added to it and hobbled down to the laundry room. Still feeling bad in and about myself for the joke going wrong with the lovely hygiene gals being upset. Got the washer going and returned back up and got the computer going and started the diaries.

.0455hrs: Back down and moved the stuff from the washing machine to the dryer and got that started.Some notices had been moved on the board

Some notices had been moved on the board.

One about Repair Priorities. And the now classified list, with the new times, shown.

The other was just a reminder that repairs are now the Tenant’s Responsibility to report their own repairs.

I thought about the difficulty I had hearing the person on the other end of the line last time I did this and was prompted to remember that I have got to search for the hearing aid tubes and if I can find them, replace the broken one on the right-hand aid.

Up and did the Health Checks then started this blog off.

Looking good, even the weight is down a bit.

Down to collect the dried laundry – but oh dear… it was not dried fully at all! But the cycle back on and back up the lift.

Did some WordPressing then I returned back down to the laundry room, to find the clothing no drier than it was before?

Tsk!

Got it folded and cleaned the filter out.

Back up to the apartment and got both of the airers utilises as well as the airing cupboard. In an effort to get the things dry enough to wear later.

Made a brew and took the medications.

To the porcelain throne and only Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding, The Senna’s had done their job.

Back on the computer and updated this diary.

Got an email about the Morrison delivery on its way. Delivery arrived.Got the Canadian

Got the Canadian Buckwood Maple Syrup in, I plan to use it in plain yoghourt, but I will ask some of the Canadian TFZers on Facebook if they have any suggestions for its use too.

 Also, thought it wise to get some more of those horrendous safety knickers in stock.

Being as Little Inchy’s lesion has started bleeding again, better safe than sorry eh?

They sent large instead of extra large this time, I didn’t notice until I took the photograph.

Tsk!

I’ll use one today after the ablutions and see if they will fit, or if I will fit into them.

Hehehe!

Embarrassing I know, but they can save an awful lot of cleaning up in the long run.

Got onto CorelDraw sorting again. Spent hours on it once more. The CorelPaint crashed on me at one time, but I think it might have been due to my getting the shakes just as I was selecting an option, and hit it twice?

Opened it up again and all worked.

Had to remember to keep moving the damp clothes around on the airers.

Eventually gave up on CorelDraw defaulting and finished off the diary and updated this one to here.

Did a poem to go with WordPress, I called it: The Nape of Existence. A bit of fun, even it was true. Haha!

Did this graphic to use as a header.

Link: The Nape of Existence

Posted it off.

Then I got around to catching up on Facebook. Hours and hours it took, but all in the name of depriving me of suffering from depression… Blimey, Did I say that?

Nipped in to have a wee-wee before setting off to the Tenants Meeting Social Hour, and, . The scar had opened badly on Little Inchy and the blood had flowed. Had a right mess to clean up and medicate! Took me that long the meeting was only ten minutes away from ending by the time I got there! Grumph! Hand time to pose with the others for a photo for the builders? Give the nibbles out and the raffle prizes to Obergruppenfureress Penny to use next week, and everyone was leaving.

I got myself back to the abode and checked Little Inchy and he was at it again. Tsk!

Made a cuppa, and saw that I had left the Strawberry flavoured vanilla filled suckers delivered earlier on the window ledge, instead of putting them in the freezer!

Another ! All eight were now liquid in bags that leaked!

I was not having a good day at all. I was already depressed with my humour cock-up, the laundry room farce and having things drying all over the place, virtually missed the Social Hour and the Virus scar bleeding again. Not good! I could not muster any enthusiasm or interest at all. Then I remembered I’ve got to do the Facebooking. But even that didn’t do much to cheer me up.

I moved the clothes around on the airers, getting some of the thicker ones out of the airing cupboard and putting the removed ones into it – but automatically as if I had resigned myself to everything going wrong, and had no idea how to stop them. Odd?

Made a mug of tea and got on Facebook.

Did some more CorelDraw 2017 updating.

Feeling morose, annoyed with me and thinking silly thoughts, although at the time they were perfectly logical thoughts.

A friend contacted me and suggested I tell the doctor everything. But this will not take away the stupid decisions and practical jokes gone wrong or self-loathing, will it? I appreciated so much his contacting me, but the shadow of hopelessness loomed. Never felt like this before.

I sat a while thinking about things, the negative thoughts mounted and soon the brain was in freefall – I had to stop myself getting into a rut of… well, I don’t know.

I’m going to the surgery on Monday for the INR blood test, and promised Lynton I’d book myself in, to see the Doctor Vindla. Musn’t let him or myself down after he’s taken the time, bother and shown such compassion for me. (Hope that’s the right word?).

Not been out, apart from on the site for days now.

Made a meal.

Threw away the hunters sausages after one bite, far too fatty.Didn’t eat the cheese.

Didn’t eat the cheese.

Thought I might start nibbling again later, but only had a bag of Marmite crisps, so depressed with things. 

Foolish thoughts came and went, suddenly the balcony was tempting. 

I might get this diary done, then stop doing them until something is sorted, I do not want to broadcast doom and gloom, I want to make people smile and laugh. Finding this hard myself limits the scope. 

Got a shower shave and did the teeth, in sort of automatic mode? 

More terrible thoughts permeated the brain as I settled down. 

 Hopefully, the inner torment will somehow ease.

TTFN

The Nape Of Existence – Inchcock’s realisation of his life’s failure… Sad innit?

I desired to reach the nape of existence,

With a misunderstood persistence,

Then realised the task would be immense,

For of education I’d had no experience,

Knowledge of the Nape of Existence was absent,

So I’ll search blindly, hopelessly like the past and present,

Foolishly stumbling, failing, and that’s reminiscent,

Making Cock-ups, mistakes, none of them maleficent,

My brain and logicality as usual, quiescent,

The memory teasing with odd flashes, relucent,

Then overconfidence dawns, I feel omnificent,

Life is good then, the world appears magnificent,

My desire returns, to be kind and beneficent,

A Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpa attacks: Back to reticence,

Self-loathing hatred begins, confidence goes decrescent,

It dawns that life is dark and bleak, not iridescent,

So I write a confusing ode and realise I’m obsolescent!

I fank you.

Penned in Support of the Outer Peruvian Pregnant Kangaroo Society

Inchcock – Wednesday 19th April 2017

Wednesday 19th April 2017

Malagasy: Alarobia 19 Aprily 2017

Woke with a hell of a jump around 0420hrs. Bad night I think?

Headphones on the floor, pen and notepad in the middle of the room on the carpet and I was balancing half-in/half-out of £300 second-hand recliner in the most unseemly and uncomfortable fashion and precariously balanced position – and needing the porcelain urgently. I struggled to get myself back into the seat somehow, took a while and bit of pain to do so, then I lowered the shuddering machine and got myself out and to the wetroom for the wee-wee. Treading on the pick-up stick and bending it and stubbing a toe again on the way.

Made it just in time for the wee-wee. The innards told me I needed a heavy duty job, but after what seemed at the time, an hour of trying, nothing moved or happened. Oh dear?

Suddenly realised: The rumbling tummy, that was it! That is what was missing! And, Duodenal Donald had eased so much too! I still took a swig of the plonk afterwards and a Senna with the morning medications, though. Did the Health Checks that looked better I think overall:

Might the Pulse have been a bit high?

However, the weight was the same as it has been for three days now.

I wondered if the scales might have been broken? Hehe!

Roger Reflux was easier now as well. Although Dizzy Dennis had put in a couple of mild little visits up to now.

Made a mug of tea and started this chronicle going up to here, then finished off yesterday’s Tales of Woe. Then started this one off.

Nipped to the porcelain for a wee-wee, plenty of these this morning, but no movements of any heavy duty activity yet.

Might this be due to last night’s meal?

The rather large portion of pork & mushroom pate? Or would this have had a tendency to cause the opposite and give me the trots?

Got the Morrison’s delivery coming in a while. A bit awkward for ordering now, cause I don’t know when (Or if) the bank transfer will go through for certain, so which card to use will be a problem.

Did some graphic work until the groceries arrive. They came, and I put them away and bagged the nibbles for the Obergruppenfureresses in the Winwood Centre Hut.

Back to Facebooking then WordPressing, then CorelDraw and the graphic creation.

Went to take the nibbles to Dean and Julie at the Winwood Shed.

Disaster humiliation and self-condemnation followed.

Deana explained that Maggie, the owner of the cleaning company had read the funnies in my diaries and is very upset and will not be doing for me anymore. She asked Deana to collect the payment, and that was that.

I felt so embarrassed at this. Apparently, I put the name of her company in them too. IT was a bit of fun that went all wrong. Thinking about it, it was a silly thing to do, and all my fault. There was never any intention to lambast them in reality after all they have done to help me as well. Curtains, oven cleaned, all extras. A laugh and chinwag each visit. I want to get up the courage to ring her and try to explain, but mainly to show there was real intent to be malicious only have fun with the girls, above all to apologise and thank them for their assistance over the time they have been visiting.

Stupid decision that has upset the good woman and made me feel so humiliated for it.

I feel terrible, guilty and ashamed. But cannot disagree with Maggie’s actions.

Feeling depressed and bitterly disappointed with myself now.

Not good on the phone, I will try to send an email to Maggie.

I did the email and sent it off to her. Understanding how it looks, I shall offer no defence, it was a stupid thing to do in the first place.

Feeling sick in the stomach now, how did I get this laugh come bit-of-fun so wrong?

Lifeless, depressed and embarrassed.

I hoovered the hallway and mopped the kitchen.

Got an email back from Maggie. She is to call to see me later sometime and talk.

Then the new CorelDraw 2017 version became available. I downloaded after while searching for me registration number and set about getting it customised: for the next 7 hours and still haven’t completed the job yet – By gum it’s a massive programme!

Got email from Maggie, too busy to call today, fair enough that. She’ll email me next week.

Got the CorelDraw 2017 about 40% how I want it. Still, need to sort out some options and sizing.

 Checked the spuds boiling.

Did an extra Morrison order, hope to get it in before the card changes with the banks. Went in okay, which tells me the transfer has not gone through yet.

Got the meal prepared and served up.

Sister Jane rang while I was doing it.

Lovely to hear from her, even if Nottingham Forest are not doing well.

Ate the meal (7.8/10 rating), and got the gogglebox on. No concentration on the programmes, unfortunately, the mind running wild with self-incrimination made getting to sleep very hard.

Inchcock – Tuesday 18th April 2017

Tuesday 18th April 2017

Māori: Rātū 18 Paengawhāwhā 2017

Stirred at 0255hrs, Duodenal Donald giving me a lot of hassle and pain this morning.

I think I have only myself to blame perhaps; The overly seasoned beef in black bean sauce dinner from last night?As lovely as it tasted,

As beautiful as it tasted, I will resist this temptation in the future!

Out of the £300 second-hand-surely ready-to-clonk-out recliner and to the throne. The Senna taking seems to have eased things at last. I almost sang with joy at the lack of struggle and pain. Hehe! Little Inchy had been flowing a bit and needed corrective attention from the Betamethasone cream and cleaning up. But I could tell from experience, I was to suffer badly with both Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna – when this happens together, concentration goes on holiday. Remembered I need to go to the bank to investigate the farce over the transfer of account situation. Maybe today, Lisa the manager will actually talk to me?

Found a scribbled note presumably about a dream – but could make no sense of it at all and had no memories, although I could recall one I had early last night, the one I wrote about in yesterday’s post, that was completed as my next job. The readable bits of the pencil written script was: Hill high…. stethoscope (I think), canal… towering above… flying swooping?

0445hrs: Computer activated after finishing Monday’s off, I started this one. Did some photography doctoring to use later. Then the internet connection started going off intermittently. I wished that Duodenal Donald, who was becoming very active and persistent would do the same.

Into the kitchen to take the medications and an extra few swigs of antacid in possibly a vain hope of easing the ulcer pain. Then did the Health Checks:

Sys 162 – Dia 76 – Pulse 75 – Temp 38.7 – the weighing indicated another rise.

Oh dearie me!

Had to take another swig of the antacid medicine and pondered on whether I should risk taking an extra Omeprazole, as the medicine was cutting it with the pain.

I stood looking out of the window seeking inspiration in making my choice. Later I used the W-T option and tried to take a view of the same area, this is how the photos came out:

I think I read somewhere that Omeprazole had a side effect of diarrhoea? With things loosening up so much in that department this morning, I found myself in a quandary.If I do take an extra capsule it night prove a nocive decision, it I don’t take one, I’ll be in too much pain all day with the other ailments

If I do take an extra capsule it night prove a nocive decision, if I don’t take one, I’ll be in too much pain all day with the other ailments (Anne Gyna and Roger Reflux) playing up as well. On the other hand, I might get the runs badly… then again, it might make no difference at all? Bumfuzzled my brain now!

Eventually, Duodenal Donald himself made it up for me, with a super-mega stab of pain, followed by a Donald Dizzy spell. I decided to take an extra one and another Codeine.

I decided to take an extra Omeprazole as well as and another Codeine. Just to keep himself noticed with all the ailments clambering for attention, Arthur Itis decided to have a go at the fingers as I took this photographicalisation and dropped the tablets. Luckily falling into the draw where I could retrieve them this time.

This is not going to be a good day medically speaking (I’m quick on picking these things up yer know, Hehehe).

The thought of the visit to the bank to talk to the elusive Lisa didn’t help in the clarity of logic department. Yes, I like that, I might refer to her like this: Elusive Lisa in future?

For I fear they might be more occasions to write about in this banking farce! (Getting myself wound up now, Tsk!)

Completed belatedly updating last week’s Check List.

Made another mug of tea, and pressed on with this update. The mind in a Zwodder-like state.

Did some WordPress Reading.

Then onto Facebook. Made a graphic of Pixie Mary Frieberg on the TFZer site, as she won the ball competition. I put her near the actual photograph of the implement on the table – a real Disney Angel.

Well all of them got it right actually, but Mary was first in with her bid, bless her cotton socks.

Got the ablutions tended to. Got the bank details, empty jars for the recycling bin and some painkillers in the bag. And set off to the bank and get some bread.

No one about at all, not a soul did I see in or outside the flats and Chestnut Grove… Eerie that.

Dropped the jars in the bin and down Winchester Street, across Mansfield Road and into the bank.

Fell in love with little daisies on the verge.

Inside the bank, there were about six in the standing queue, three staff serving including the Manageress Lisa. I patiently took my place at the end of it. And Lisa was still ignoring me with natural aplomb and what must be a well trained and practised, honed skill.

I had to explain everything from the start again to the young good looking fit man servicing me. Jealous? Me? He said something I didn’t catch and went into the back of the building. A few minutes later, with the customers in the queue behind me tutting and sneering in my direction, he returned and told me an advisor needs to talk to me.

Hello, I thought to myself! I was instructed to stand at the back, and she would come and fetch me. So I did.

The lady appeared within seconds and escorted me into an office and asked me to sit down – I explained it was better if I didn’t, Arthur Itis playing up, and she professionally shot me look that said: “Huh, another old fart!” It was quick, but I caught it alright. Hehe!

She explained that the Co-op had put a block on the transfer because it had taken so long. I asked her who’s fault is it that it took so long – I got another shudderingly frightening look from her, this one said: “Who the hell do you think you are!” to me. I got in with my rapid verbals: “Your bank failing to check the postcode on the I.D. from the State Pension people who I admit were also in the wrong?” I suggested before she could speak.

A pregnant pause followed. The lady recovered. Ignoring what I had said completely, told me she would ring her head office for advice on whether or not we need to start from scratch again. I was gobsmacked, especially when they told her that we did have to!

I started to make notes so as to be able to use them in this diary. She frowned and asked me if I wanted her to make notes for me? Not sure if this was genuine or sarcastic, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She lightened her tone and asked why I was making notes – I replied something like: “The memory isn’t as good as it once was you know – paused with my mouth open and added – I want to get the details right for my Trust Pilot Report” and offered a half cheeky smile. That worked, I could see she was perplexed by this.

I wondered to myself why I was being so short and annoying, not like me at all, thought it might be the extra pains today, took a codeine out and ate it, determined to try and win back her good side, in case I needed a loan later. So I adopted a broad smile and almost laughed, and this confused the Hitlerarian dear even more. Tsk! She wasn’t Hitlerarian at all, but I just like using the word. Hahaha! Sorry.

She set about redoing the application using the details and checking them with me from the first time. Asking me if the account at the other bank was overdrawn? I impressed her when I competently fibbed: “God heavens no, I’ve over a hundred grand in it!

I must stop annoying her and get her going I swore to myself again.

After a while on her computer, she told me that the account should be open and transferred 26th April, but don’t come to see us until the 27th. Then, as I was about to leave, she started the selling spiel: Come to see me after it is operational and I’ll see if we can offer insurances cheaper than the one’s you have now!

I exited into the sunshine and the wind then went to get a small loaf of bread and some meat to tonight,s meal. Sarnies only tonight, nothing spicy I said to myself.

No small loaves, only large, no belly pork so I got a Wiejska ring.

Walked up the hill, no bus for 55 minutes yet, so walked on up and down the hill and walked up the park back to the apartments.

A few dogs taking their owners for a walk and refusing to return the thrown ball.

I love watching them.

One Alsatian ran to me and stuck his head in my bag trying to get to the meat I suspect?

He was friendly enough and took his head out when I asked him to ‘Leave’. Haha!

Turning right at the top, I hobbled down through the beloved Copse. Thickening out well now.

The entrance was a mass of nettles blooming.

I wondered at this point, how does one make Nettle Wine?

I’ll look it up later perhaps.

Ambled down through the Copse and took a photograph facing the flats.It really was so beautiful in there.

It really was so beautiful in there. The smell alone makes it worth the trip.

Came out the bottom and trying to miss treading on the buttercups and daisies, I made my way to the foyer door.

Squirrels and birds very active around the area.

Up to home and had a wee-wee, but the bits away and made a cuppa.

Found a recipe for Nettle Wine.

Sounds too complicated for me to try, not got the room or gear anyway.

How do you measure nettle tops in pints, anyway?

Got the notes I made to help me update this diary.

Got up to here, and took the evening medication with spring water.

Made another mug of tea, then cleaned up the milk and fridge where I’d managed to drop the milk bottle when Arthur Itis decided to freeze the fingers on me. Humph!

At least Duodenal Donald had eased a bit. Mustn’t eat anything spicy tonight. Hope the Wiejska and bread will be alright. I could have had a drink of milk with it, but of course, I’d dropped and spilt most of it!

Had a bash on Facebook. Lost it. Got it back again. Lost it again… gave up and did some graphicationalisationing.

Got the din-dins done.

A salad of sorts. Went down nicely.

Had a Dennis Dizzy visitation when washing the pots.

To the porcelain throne thinking I was in need of a heavy duty session – but nothing, not even any wind? Well, there was plenty from Roger Reflux, but none from the rear-end. Hehe!

Tried to watch some TV, a Victoria Wood tribute and got only a few minutes into it before I drifted off.

TTFN all.

Inchcock – Monday 17th April 2017

Monday 17th April 2017

Persian: دوشنبه 2017 آوریل 17

0305hrs: Woke up, at least I thought I did, in a hospital ward from years ago, a cuddly but friendly Matron leaning over the bed. Along with a selection of different period dressed nurse looking down at me, a half-eaten slice of bread and lard on the bed cover, with the sound of Nelson Riddle’s (1956) ‘Lisbon Antigua’ playing in the background?

Link to hear the music: Nelson Riddle tune

A chap (Steve, an old mate from school who seemed to have aged well) joined us and apologised for hitting me over the head with a milk crate in 1952? Apparently, he’d mistook me for someone else.

I woke up for real at 0425hrs. Had a dizzy spell, then found an almost neatly written scribbled note about the dream on my notepad, can’t recall writing it though. I even wrote the time of the dream? No real memories, just the extremely clear and lucid (For me anyway) notes to copy. Weird.

To the kitchen to put the kettle on and check I’d not left the hot tap running or oven on. All okay! Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were playing up. Took the morning medications and found one tablet left in last night’s dosage pot. I’d missed taking the Ramipril tablet, no wonder Duodenal Donald was acting up with me. Tsk!

An abrupt demand from the innards persuaded me to attend the porcelain throne ASAP. Where, I sat, struggled and pondered on life’s problematical nature. Recalled I’ve to go to the camera lesson later, decided to walk into Sherwood and hope to catch a bus into town – then thinking it was a bank holiday Monday.

Maybe there will be no buses at all? Tormented with making decisions as I am nowadays, I eventually decided to leave early and walk into town. This I analysed, would be less risky than walking into Sherwood to catch a bus and finding none are running and be late for the lesson? Haemorrhoid Harold bled, and Little Inchy was red and sore with just the tiniest spot of dried blood to clean up.

Over the next ten minutes, as I sat there on my porcelain throne, in pain trying to encourage things to move, and doing my best to sort out the jargogle ridden brain, the lesson, the bank to visit, getting more and more bewildered with my answers – I gave up trying.

Doctored the area needing such actions, washed, shaved (Only two cuts today), the skin cancer spot changed colour and returned to the kitchen to make another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold.

Having struggled on the throne, I took an extra Senna tablet.

Started this post off, Then set about finishing yesterday’s diary.

Got ablutions sorted and spit and polished me up and set off out to walk into Sherwood. Met Frak and his better half in the foyer and had a little chinwag.

Hobbled along Chestnut Walk and right down Winchester Street and talk about lucky… a number 40 bus going to town arrived at the bus stop as I was passing it! So I got on it, and to town. A bit of luck there, it always worries me when I have good fortune yer know, I’m not used to it! Hehe!

Got off in town with plenty much time to spare, so I wandered into Victoria Centre (Mall) and had a plod around.

Naughty Nottingham Pavement cyclist on the way, weaving between the pedestrians again. Humph!

Hobbled into the building and met another tenant, Brian in there. Had a gossip.

The market was not open today, so no chance of any fresh pod garden peas. Many units had closed down, but at the same time, some new ones had opened.

I wasn’t sure if this new one. Sloane Brothers Frozen Yoghourt was to open later or not.

Out of the other end and I limped over to Trinity Square.

The new gigantic eaterie. Curious Manor still had no customers or even passing trade.

Shame.

I decided to take some photographicalisation locally of the empty retail units along the Upper Parliament Street area.

They did not take much finding at all this

murky morning.

The old John Collier shop which changed to Burton’s Tailors when they bought them out, looked particularly barren and sad. Even worse with the office units above having no tenants in them.

Not the Nottinghomians persisting with their mission to ignore the red ‘Don’t Cross’ lights?

Spotted some more Nottingham Street Art on the floor near the Wilko store.

I popped into it to get some soap. Came out with Bird Suet, scouring pads, two bars of Dettol brand soap, a travelling clock for a quid on special offer and some shaving foam.

At least I remembered the soap. Haha!

Out and resumed the empty retail units photographicalisational mission.

As I say, they were not hard to find.

King and Queen Street had their share of abandoned shops too.

Even the famous in Nottingham Hallam jewellery shop had closed and they moved to trading on the internet now, the sign said.

At the end of the street what used to be the Gas Board shop and offices, and was taken over by the private company Midlands Gas Fires years ago, was now bereft of any tenant.

They were now trading only from their other retail shop in Stapleford I think it was or is I should say.

A big building to get anyone interested in opening a retail store in it?  To take it over?

And at the wrong end of town for customers to park, apart from the Victoria Centre underground car park ran by JCP. With charges currently at:

Up to 2 hours £3.50, Up to 3 hours £4.50, Up to 4 hours £6.00, Up to 5 hours £9.00
Up to 6 hours £12.00, and 6 – 24 hours £15.00. Not cheap, and at weekends and holidays it is usually the first one to fill up despite it having 2,700 spaces.

The old bank building on Milton Street is now another KFC outlet with seating upstairs for 150 and down 90.

But I have never seen it full when passing. With McDonald’s and Burger King so close by, I wonder how any of them make any money?

The sign below was outside a deserted Hair Dressing unit.

All of these deserted shops were within a few hundred yards of each other.

People, cyber friends tell me it is the same in their city.

Doesn’t bode well for the future, does it?

I made my way to the Jessop camera shop for the lesson. A different young chap, this time. Young, good looking, fit, educated and affluent. I hated him! Not really, only joking.

He went through each question I asked him. When I asked what the two wheels were, one on the left one behind last time, that chap told me not to worry about them, I’ll not need them. This chap said the difference they make and how the left on needs setting to suit my eyesight and not changing again.

He told me how to do it, and concentrate on the letters and numbers clarity as opposed to the quality if the picture. This one corrected the viewfinder. Excellent view after I’d done this.

He then showed me how to do Scenic shots moving the camera and took one for me. (Left below) Then I tried one, catching his face in it (Right below).

We then took a close up of an individual item on the desk. So I could use it on the TFZ site as a ‘What is it’ competition come puzzle.

He then set the photograph output style size for me.

The time was up that I’d paid for, but he then pointed out some other options I could use.

He then took this one of the room. I can’t remember why, though.

Nice of him.

I noticed later when I’d got back and updated this diary, the blue streaks? Was it like this in the room?

I gave him an Easter egg and departed. Feeling a lot better than on my last visit, the stairs were coped with up and down a lot better today.

I did forget to ask him what the T-W option and little round button were for the left? Tsk!

Even more good luck then, I limped to the 40 bus stop, and one was due in four minutes. Met a lady for the private home on the same road as my flats and had a nice chinwag with her en route. She told of where she had been on holiday (Egypt, Morocco, France and Germany) and where she was going this year Italy and Greece. They were as part of a Sea Cruise holiday. I was a bit jealous I must admit, Shame – Hehe!

We got off together and I walked her to her flats compound.

To my apartment and first thing needed was a wee-wee. So I had one.

Washed the dandies and got the meal prepared for later. Ready made Beef in black bean sauce to go in the oven later. Made some caramelised gravy and added mushrooms garden peas and leeks to it. Put the oven on to warm up for the beef.

Then got this chronicle updated.

My concentration was ephemeral, like the memories, I found hard to recall and so much needed doing to get the graphicationalistical presentation something like right.

Went to make a cuppa and just had to take this scene of the sky when I saw it.

I’ll save this to do some doctoring with it perhaps later.Did some WordPressing.

Did some WordPressing.

Then caught up with a graphic.

Posting a graphic and Facebook went down Again! Grefficalblowit!

Got the fodder served up.

Tasty nosh, a bit too much tasty nosh actually, but I gobbled it all up.

Took the dish, tray and cutlery into the kitchen and sink to soak a while… a depressing wet and warm sensation came from the lower regions… Oh dear me.

Little Inchy’s lesion was bleeding again.

Had a cleanup and medicationalisation session, and wearily climbed into the £300 second-hand recliner. Having a strange thought as I did so. “Why do recliners like these always come in beige, browns, greys or greens? Why not, heliotrope and lemon tartan or bright purple and pink? Hehe!

Soon drifted off before the first commercial break on the TV. Waking up, what seemed minutes later but was actually an hour or so, having dreamt of being chased by cyclists and disabled scooter riders along a path high up on a cliff edge, while having an eristic inner argument with myself about the unfairness of the world? Occasionally turning and firing a water pistol at my pursuers. Very odd! They caught me, tied me into a fairground dodgem and threw me over off the path. I seemed fully content as I fell towards what looked like a tropical forest below and wondered if I’d left the tap running in the kitchen and so glad I didn’t have to worry about this anymore?

Up for a wee-wee, and head down again.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 16th April 2017

Sunday 16th April 2017

Slovak: Nedeľa 16.Apríla 2017

Woke around 0400hrs, and lay thinking of the many dreams I’d had since the one about Rudolph Hess after midnight, without any luck, no details could be forced from my twisted and very confused this morning, brain. No note found, well, there was one, but I couldn’t read a word of the two lines I’d scribbled.

0445hrs: A headache lurked, and it was a cracker. I thought I might try to get off back to sleep, so I tried. I failed. I passed some wind and extracted myself from the £300 second-hand dangerously shuddering recliner, had a mini-dizzy as I hobbled to the porcelain throne,  stubbing my toe on the way.

The heavy duty task at hand seem to make my headache worse? Little Inchy had bled a tiny bit, but Haemorrhoid Harold, having been in free-flow mood caused me to have to put the jammie bottoms in the bucket to soak. Humph!

Had a rinse and got the kettle on the boil.

Made a mug of strong tea and took the morning medications, along with an extra Codeine for the head and Senna for the stubborn heavy duty sessions.

Rubbed some of the pain gel into the left hand, the knees and under the arm.

Oil in the ears, made up next weeks medication pots and got the sphygmomanometer out and did the Health Checks.

Looks okay I think? Apart from the weight perhaps?

Many wee-wees had to be tended to this morning.

I suddenly had a thought (Impressive eh?). Are there any buses on duty tomorrow so I can get to the camera lesson, it being a holiday like?

I looked up the L9 service on the web. Botheration and damnation! A Sunday Service for all routes – which means no L9 buses at all! Another long hobble to face!

 The tea had gone cold, so I made another mug and managed to drop the milk as I took it out of the fridge.

I blame Arthur Itis for this! Huh!

Did some WordPress reading. Some good stuff published today.

Went onto Facebook, fingers crossed… Slow, but working.

Emails sorted out. Tried again on the web to find out if buses are running tomorrow or not. Failed!

CorelDraw andittivated some graphics for the TFZer site;

 Changing myself ready to get into the shower, I leant foolishly against the clothes air-dryer to keep my balance while stripping off the socks and it collapsed. Facilitating my ending up in an unseemly pile on the floor with my arm somehow threaded through the heating bars of the dryer. Disentangling myself was interesting. This started off Anne Gyna. The newly bent and misshaped heater seemed to be still working, though. Humph! I tried rebending some back into shape. I failed.

Decided to have the meal early today. Got the oven on and put the battered fishcakes in to warm up. Got the potatoes boiling away.

Watched a Carry-On film for a while on channel 10 Freeview.

Put the herbed tomato sauce in the pan and added the pasta thingies with mushrooms into it.

Laid it out with the Surimi fish whatsits and a banana and lemon yoghourt for afters.

Apart from the pasta things and sauce being overcooked, the potatoes undercooked, the fishcakes overcooked on too low heat, the banana having a black streak through it inside; the Lemon yoghourt was nice. Tsk!What a mess I made of this meal!

What a mess I made of this meal!

There were several Carry-On films on the same channel, and I tried to watch them, but only managed it with ‘Carry On Up the Khyber’. Nodding off sessions were rampant. Haha!

Wee-wee visits were made regularly throughout the day. Made me think about when I walk into town in the morning for the camera lesson. And will I get a bus back? I can’t walk both ways? The hobble will take about an hour and a quarter. Wee-wee containing might be a problem, I think.

Oligarch Obergruppenfureress Jenny called while I was on the porcelain throne before showering. Which normally I would not have heard, but I had to nip out to collect a fresh pair of protection undies and heard the mobile. She told me that there would be no need for anyone to change their address. I thanked her for informing me and avoided any forthcoming lectures and admonishments by telling the truth and told her I had to get back to the small room. I knew by mentioning my concerns over the renaming of the flats to any other tenant it would get back to her. She reminds me off Ena Sharples, caring but misunderstood. Bless her.

Now I have to face her on Wednesday next when the free fish & chip meal session takes place in Arnold. Or earlier if my cunning plans to avoid her fail.

Back into the wetroom and did the ablutions.

Back to the goggle-box and more Carry On films to fall asleep to.

Looking at the clock later, it seemed it was still only 1810hrs?

I realised an hour or so later when I again observed the clock and it was still indicating 1810hrs, that the battery had gone and died. (I’m quick ain’t I… Hehe!) Changed the battery in the clock and returned with a mug of orange juice to the £300 second-hand wobbly recliner and settled again.  Spilling it as I sat down. Cleaned up the mess, and it was a good thing I had to as well.

 As I went into the kitchen to get the cleaning accoutrements I saw that I’d left the ring on the stove burning hot. A bit of luck there! Took the medications.

Sorted the mess out and settled once again in the now sticky damp chair cover, I started to watch “It’ll be alright on the night 2” on the box. First commercial break and I drifted off into kip.

Inchcock: Saturday 15th April 2017

Saturday 15th April 2017

Esperanto: Sabato 15a Aprilo 2017

Woke around 0400hrs: So annoyed no notes or memories of the dreams I was sure I’d been having. Why one morning I can recall, or find notes I’d made about the dreams, and others, like today, nothing? Humph!

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, stomach churning and into the kitchen with the intention of getting some tummy medicine down me… of dear, another Whoopsiedangleplop – I’d left the damned hot water tap running all night again! A flipping good job I’d not left the plug in the sink at least! Humph!

Did the Health Checks, all looking good, apart from the weight back up again.

To the porcelain throne for a painful, heavy duty session. Haemorrhoid Harold had not been bleeding though, Little Inchy only a tad, but still sore.

Made a cuppa and took the medications, computer on and finished yesterday’s Chronicle off, then started this one.

Got the fodder started for later, potatoes on the boil.

Did some WordPress reading, and commenting?

Made another mug of tea and went on Facebook. After a while, the site went down again, no connection. Humph!

I just sneezed and me teeth nearly came out, and there are not false ones – blimey, my tummy felt like it was trying escape up through me throat!

The view was beautiful again this morning.

Made another mug of tea and set about doing some TFZer graphics, and got a few finished too. Heads swanks with pride!

Facebook still down.

Went to check the potatoes I’d put in salted water in the saucepan on the cooker three hours ago, but not turned it on! Clonk-humph!

Got the vegetables chopped, un-podded, cut and on the boil in the slow-cooker.

Turned on the potatoes (Belatedly, Tsk!)

Crock-pot contents, garden peas, turnip, leeks, carrots with a bit of demerara sugar added. Put some distilled vinegar in the potatoes.

Opened a tin of beef slices and added some homemade caramelised gravy and left them in the small saucepan to marinate while the slow-cooker did the other stuff.

At this stage, and this happened to me few times over the last few years, but this time it more aggressive: I passed the wind and sneezed at the same time. I had the chopping board in my hand at the time, it fell, bounced up and hit me in the shin, and I may have used some naughty words out loud. This started off Arthur Itis of course, and his Co-attacker Anne Gyna soon joined in, and they stayed with me. Huh!

Made another mug of tea (I’m hoping to get one drank sometime today!)

Tried Facebook again, no go!

Back onto Coreldraw and started another graphic. Got so far and realised I’d not done my ablutions, so I did.

All fresh now, I called Olive to see if or when I cold visit her. 1400hrs granted.

Back onto the computer, Facebook was jumpy but back on.

Posted the graphics to the TFZer site.

Getting readied to call on Olive, and the hand and fingers warped as I was putting the camera away, managed to take this photo of disfigured agony-ridden left hand using the right one.

Handy old thing ain’t I? Hehe!

Poddled to Olive’s flat and had an absolutely fantastic visitation.

She told me off repeatedly, but in her own Special caring way, bless her. Good long chinwag, a cuddle and I was off back to the mini-home.

Got the dinner ready, all looked okay.

The best one for a long time this was. Had to give it a 9.65/10 rating. Hehe!

Had a dizzy while washing the pots and a headache developed and stayed with me all night and into the morning??

Not a wink of sleep, no nod-offs; the brain just would not allow me to rest until gone 0200hrs when dreams kept waking me then! Recalled in one of them I was a famulus to dressed-like-wizard Rudolph Hess in a cave underground with him teaching me a trick, that I could not grasp involving a selection of different magic wands, I think? (From notes consulted in the early hours)

TTFN all.

Inchcock – Friday 14th April 2017

Friday 14th April 2017

Irish: Dé hAoine 14 Aibreán, 2017

0425hrs: Stirred, head full of memories of the dreams spinning around and made some notes scribbled quickly, before they evaporated. 

Out of the second-hand £300 rickety recliner and to the porcelain thrown. Hard, painful work in more ways than one.

Coming out of the wet room, a flashing green light near the door caught my eye, and I put the light on in the hall to investigate and photographicalised the culprit up on the wall near the ceiling.

What the heck is it? Not to worry, the light, whatever it symbolises, was slowly flashing green.

Made a cuppa and took a Senna with the medications.

Drank the tea and pondered over the dream notes. Seems I was a German soldier somewhere in Russia. There were three others with me – In a building hiding from thousands of Russian troops with dozens of T34s and Katyusha’s knocking the hell out of the area around us – We had no ammunition left, but made up a bottle of vodka mixed with my Betamethasone ointment? But we were calm and talked among ourselves, amazingly it appeared we heard each other’s voices amidst the cacophony of noise – It was like a comedy really. We were putting our Party Membership cards in envelopes with our resignations, and worried that the mail might not get through?

Then I found myself in a sparsely decorated room with large attractive ladies of all ages and origins coming through one of two doors, laughing, or sneering at me then, going out of the other door? A chap came in eventually, after seemingly hours of the visiting ladies of all sorts of ages and types ended – Told me they had failed to find one that was willing to have a date with me? And the agency will not charge me for the assessment – or something like that?

As I wrote the above from my notes, I thought what good ideas for a comedy sketch? Wish I had the energy, willpower and concentration to write them.

Got out the sphygmomanometer and did the first Health Checks. I looked this up on Google. (sphygmomanometer. 1891, from comb. form of Greek sphygmos “pulse,” from sphyzein “to beat, throb” + -meter. An instrument for measuring blood pressure in the arteries, especially one consisting of a pressure gauge and a rubber cuff that wraps around the upper arm and inflates to constrict the arteries)

Many thanks to Tim Price in America for the word sphygmomanometer! I might not be able to pronounce it, but I can write it. Hehe!

The first readings of the day for this week seem to be settled and okay? Despite having missed two of the evening doses of my medications, which of course include the Warfarin doses.

Had a dizzy as I made another cuppa, a long one this time. Tsk!

Got the dairy for yesterday finalised and sent off. Started this one off, then did some WordPress reading and commenting.

Went onto Facebook. Realising then, why I was so confused yesterday. It was Easter. No wonder the crowds in Nottingham were so few, no wonder there was L9 buses not turning up, no wonder I thought it was Saturday today. Sad indeed!

Then worked on the next TFZer graphicalisation, and got it finished.

Then began on the next one.

This one is Lona Dean, at her individualised Tupperware Party.

Noticed the serving trolley well stocked with alcoholic beverages?

Hehehe!

Hopes she likes it.

Had a campaign leaflet delivered on behalf of the Tory candidate in respect of the upcoming local Council voting poll. Usual splurge of nothingness, and who believes them anyway… from any party!

I put it to one side so I could ignore it later in comfort.

Carried out the ablutions and medical checks. Little Inchy was bleeding far even less than earlier, so that was good, still a bit tender mind. Haemorrhoid Harold, just a few spots of haemoglobin leaked. Couldn’t even see the burn on the hand now.

Got ready and set off to town to see if I could get a set of headphones to replace the one’s that have started to break up on me.

Good chinwag in the foyer with some residents before catching the bus into town with Mary (Or is it Sheila?). The bus filled up en route.

Dropped off the bus and into Victoria Centre and up to the Fruit & Veg Market. Got some more garden peas, a leek and a turnip. Then to the nut stall and got som dark chocolate cashew nuts.

To the end of the mall and down into Tesco. Got a Sourdough loaf, vegetarian hot dog sausages appetising! And astonishingly, another pack of two Fresh Cream Horns jumped into the basket! (Hard to believe I know [Cause this is a lie], Hehe!)

Paid up and departed across the road in the rain to the Curry-PC World shop to look at the headphones.

I had to admire the staff in there, they managed not to see me or ignore with every time I began or even thought of approaching one, and they it with style, ease and determination. Once I moved over to the computer section, I was mobbed by staff who seemed to appear suddenly, as if they were in Dr Who or a Star Trek episode! They, of course, lost their adopted artificial fake-phoney smiles immediately on hearing I wanted help with selecting some headphones to suit my needs and I didn’t understand the jargon on the tickets on shelves: “Oh, no, I’m on the Computer side!” Etc.

I departed.

Walked up through Trinity Walk and could not resist taking this photographicalisation of one of the new giant eateries, branded as ‘Curious Manor’.

The open sign lit up and not a soul of customer or even prospective patron, inside or out of it.

I wondered if they had got enough chairs and tables to cope with the stampede? Hahaha!

I noticed in the jewellery shop window these two ladies watches and took a photograph to use as a competition to guess the prices on the TFZer site.

Wondered if they were real diamonds.

If I remember of course.

Thought they looked a bit different like?

Wondered into the town centre and down Exchange Walk and had a potter around the M&S store.

I got tempted in the Food Hall again, Tsk! They had some really tiny packs of Chinese Pork Ribs that are usually £4 each at £1.50 cause they only had one day left on the sell by date. So I got one.

Then, the same with the Potato Rostis, 4 for 85p instead of £2.99. That’s tonight’s meal sorted I thought.

Out and wondered down to the Argos Store to see if they had any suitable headphones, not that I knew much about them. But if they didn’t have Wifi – Mobile Phone or cordless on the descriptions I should be alright?

But if they didn’t have Wifi – Mobile Phone, Connectivity or Cordless on the descriptions I should be alright?

Looked in the catalogue and selected a set of Sony MDR-XB450AP RRD Over-ear-headphones!

I know this because it is written on the receipt. I managed to fend off the ladies rather insistent request for me to take out a three-year insurance policy on them, as well as she wanting me to become an Argos Fan and sign up with them? She did wrangle my email address out of me, though.

I walked back into the Slab Square, feet aching a bit now.

Popped into the Primark Store, but only got a few yards into it. It was like Goose Fair or a Cup Final in there!

Too dangerous for me in my condition. I retreated back out.

I noted a, well I don’t know the word really, milliners perhaps?A shop that did clothes mending sewing and

A shop that did clothes mending sewing and adjusting, stitching. It made me think of TFZer Nancy, so I took this picture hoping to add Nancy to it for a bit of fun later.

Up to Queen Street and caught the L9 bus back to the apartment… on my own. I was the only passenger on it, no one got on en route either! It was like catching a large taxi – apart from the route of course.

Got in and had a wee-wee. Little Inchy had been leaking, but only a tiny bit. Cleaned and Betamethasoned him!

Emptied the bins and took the bags to the chute. Got the oven warming up ready to put the Rostis and Ribs in later.

Made a mug of tea and set about updating this diary. Took the evening medications, a bit early, but I didn’t want to miss any more doses.

Went in to check on the fodder in the oven – by gum the view was beautiful. Not sunny, just calm and nice.

Got the meal sorted and cooking.

Another dizzy-spell, again a bad one (Two bad ones in the same day, not good that).

Put the computer off and took a St John’s Wort with a glass… well not glass, I don’t have any, a mug of spring water, and the usual medications.

Got the plate filled with a spread of Potato Rostis, Asda vegetarian sausages, beetroots, fresh Garden Peas, Sourdough bread, orange yoghourt and a banana.

I really enjoyed this one.

Had to sort out the pod peas from the stalks, there was probably more stalk than pods! I forgot to ask the lady at the fruit and veg stall where they came from. Egypt would be my guess. Not anything like as sweet as the English, but having been deprived of the flavour for so long, I still liked them. And those Asda veg sausages are good too.

Had a peep at what was available on the TV – Too much, many programmes on different channels at the same time that I fancied seeing. Tsk!

Not that it mattered though, I spend a larger proportion of the next three hour nodded off than awake.

Up for a wee-wee.

Took the plate and cutlery from the meal and put them in to soak overnight, had yet another dizzy (Not a bad one this time, though), and settled into the ‘Even-more-shaky £300 second-hand recliner and was off into the land of nod, almost immediately.

Inchcock – Thursday 13th April 2017

Thursday 13th April 2017

Samoan: 13 Aso Tofi Aperila 2017

Stirred at 0235hrs. Bits of the dreams remained, and I wrote them down straight away.

Little Inchy felt sore and tender, and Roger Reflux was in tandem with Anne Gyna giving me some gip.

As usual, the porcelain throne needed visiting, so I did. The brain seemed to be operating in an Arabesque type swirl. Concentration was challenging. I remembered the washing needed doing again for the big items, and it was the Winwood Centre Social Hour today.

Little Inchy was so tender and almost glowing. But far less bleeding at the moment and Haemorrhoid Harold was the same.

Got the washing bag with the accoutrements and down to the laundry room and got the washer going.

Back up to the dwelling and got yesterday’s diary updating started.

Down to move the things into the dryer.

Up and at 0320hrs, down to collect the laundry.

I spotted two new signs on the residents’ board from self-elected Obergruppenfureress Penny.

One of the reports from the meeting gave dates for certain things to be started at the flats:

May: Site Compound to be in situ.

June: Bus stop to be moved to the far end of the flats and temporary Winwood hut be built.

July: The old hut to be demolished.

One bit of it caused me some concern, though.

The renaming of the place!

Instead of Winchester Court and Woodthorpe Court, both will be called Winwood Court now. The complex is to be called Windwood Heights!

Which by its very nature, will mean every old person having their address changed, new flat numbers, entailing us all having to inform utility companies, Post Office, banks, tax offices, licencing offices, Council Tax Offices, all companies delivering to you, family, friends, any employers, doctors, home nursing services, home cleaners, HMRC/Inland Revenue, Local council, banks, credit card companies, State Pensions, all insurance providers, private pension providers, Home insurance, Car insurance, Life insurance, Travel insurance, Other insurance, Hire purchase providers, Loans Company, Loyalty cards, Share register, Premium bonds, Water suppliers, Landline, TV Licence, Digital TV, Broadband suppliers, Mobile phone, DVLA, Vehicle registration, Breakdown cover, Car finance (if applicable), Doctors, Dentist, Optician, Vet, Film/TV rental, Gym/Sports clubs, Newsagents, Chemist, Magazine subscriptions, Library, Solicitor, Trade unions/Professional bodies, Schools, Pet micro-chipping services, Milkman, Window cleaner, Charities you support, Electoral Commission, Audiologist, Prepaid Funeral supplier… I’m all confused with the banking farce and am not looking forward to sorting all these out in the least!

Well, thanks for getting them to change the address for us, Penny! Good thinking. I bet the previous tenants up in heaven will be well proud. Humph! Christ, we have enough problems with deliveries as it is.

Took this photographicalisation out of the foyer doors, as I collected the washing.

Up again and into the flat. Kettle on and took the morning medications, realising I’d missed last nights dosages again! Getting mad it myself now!

Finished Wednesday’s diary and started on this one.

It had turned into almost pink skies as the daylight dawned.

Concerned over the renaming of the flats and the apparent complications this will bring for me, my spirits sank a bit. No one to help, I know I’m going to get all stressed and panicky when the time comes.

I thought about if it would be easier to move to another flat somewhere else, but the banal thought of that soon faded.

Did some WordPressing for a while.

Oh, dear!

It appears I had left the potatoes boiling on high for an hour or two? Eventually smelt the rather appealing aroma of singed fodder wafting into the front room!

I went into the kitchen, adopted panic mode and set about sorting out the mess. The windows were soaking wet, top of the stove burnt, had to prize the potatoes out of the bone dry red-hot pan, burning my fingers as I did. Opened the window, closed the door to keep the smoke away from the smoke alarm in the hall. Juggled with the spuds as I extracted them from the saucepan and put it in to soak. Cleaned the cooker, wiped the windows and the ledge. Burnt my hand next while cleaning the stove, I’d not turned off the heat to the ring!

Managed to get the ring sort of cleaned a bit. Put the cloth in a bowl to soak in liquid and bleach to soak for a few weeks in the hope of saving them, the saucepan is beyond salvation.

Ate four of the potatoes, they were delicious!

Hey-hoed, to myself, made a mug of tea and started updating this diary.

A bit of artwork started, then it was time to get the ablutions tended to earlier than usual because I knew I had the fungal lesion bleeding to spend more time on sorting. And I was right. A messy, painful session sorting Little Inchy out seemed to have worked, as the swelling went down almost as soon as I’d finished doing it. A good shave and teeth cleaning session and under the shower, using the lemon fragranced soap. Creamed the areas needing attention and put some antiseptic cream on the burnt finger and hand. Put some oil in the ear-holes.

Got the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag and set off. The lifts seemed to struggle to get to the twelfth floor, one even came up passing me to the fifteenth floor and missed me off again on the way down! Lucky devil I am! So I walked down the stairs.

Arrived in the Social Hut and greeted about 18 folks, one even replied to me. Sat down and got the crossword book out, as the hearing aids not working properly made hard work trying to talk to anyone who was not right next to me.

BJ arrived, threw a ‘Hello’ at me and didn’t speak to me again until after the meeting, and only then when after I approached him? He forced himself to tell me that he would pick me up for the Papplewick visit… and I stopped him there because it was obvious that there was no eagerness or friendliness in his voice; and told him I could not go cause of the bleeding starting again. This cheered him up. No idea what I’ve done to upset him. Leaving him happier is reward enough for me. It can be a burden having a very high EQ.

Trotted (Not the right word really, Hehe!) down the hill and to the bank in vain unsuccessful attempt to see if the new bank account had been transferred yet. When I eventually got to the counter, at least the same Gruppenfureress that spoke to me on Monday was serving. The glass partition was thick and opaque. I had some bother hearing what the woman was saying. After a long time and a few different progress stories; No it isn’t Working – IT should be working – IT is working, but the other bank has not transferred anything yet.I gleaned that the last one was supposedly the right one.

I gleaned that the last one was supposedly the right one. Then I thought the gal said: “The manager will call the old bank to see what is happening” and assumed she was going to do it now. Oh no! Made a fool of myself by asking if I should stand at the back while she does it. I heard her next sentence as she barked out alright though: “She is not doing now, she’ll do it when she finds time later!”

Timidly I inquired of how I shall know the situation. “She’ll call you!” I wasn’t brave enough to say that she and the previous manager have kept saying this over the three months I’d been trying to get the 7-day guaranteed procedure done!”

She did, however, let me pay a cheque in that I’d received from the Government for their overcharging me for the TV licencing cock-up. Kind of them!

Feeling downtrodden, apathetic and miserable, I wandered up the hill in the hopes that one of the one-an-hour buses that go up the hill might be due. A bit of luck with this, one was due in five minutes.

Jim and Roy from the flats were at the stop, and we had a chinwagging session.

They both left me standing when we got back to the apartments, as expected with the high winds a-blowing.

When I got in the foyer, there was Olive sat waiting for her family to take her out. I told her what had occurred with the bank and she told me off for not making a fuss and hassling them more. Which was good, it’s alway good when Olive tells me off, this indicated that she if not too bad. When she is feeling really poorly, she tends not to have a go at me so much you see!

Up to the flat and updated this diary again.

A sudden hunger overcame me. So I got the meal prepared. Got some roast potatoes into the oven, with the intention to of adding some potato waffles to it later, so they hopefully are cooked at the same time. And having the last of the burnt boiled potatoes with it. Cheese portions, pork and mini pickle pies, beetroot, boiled egg, some ordinary mushrooms and wild Borowiki mushrooms, Pork & Mushroom Pate followed by a pot of the Special Offer bliss lemon yoghourt. That’s the plan anyway. I’m having extra potatoes because I forgot to get the bread earlier when I was getting depressed at the bank.

Did some more work on the next TFZer graphicalisation.

Which I finally got finished and onto starting another one.

Added the waffles to the roast potatoes in the oven.

Nervous of letting them overcook again, I stayed in the kitchen and had a look through TV magazine choosing some decent programmes to watch.

What a feast it turned out as well. Roast potatoes (Excellent), Pork & Mushroom Pate (Excellent), Waffles (Okay), Cheese portions (Excellent), Pork & Pickle Mini Pies (Excellent), Mushrooms exotic (Crap!), The self Burnt boiled potatoes (Excellent), beetroot (Excellent), regular mushrooms (Okay), Lemon yoghourt with extra lemon juice poured onto it (Excellent).

Too much fodder I know, but I didn’t have any bread with it, and it was amazingly tasty!

Intermittent periods of watch TV, sleep, wake, cough and confusion repeatedly followed.

Inchcock – Wednesday 12th April 2017

Wednesday 12th April 2017

Scottish Gaelic: Diciadain 12 Giblean, 2017

Woke around 0235hrs: Out of the fragile wobbly £300 second-hand recliner and death-defying chair. To the porcelain throne. Cleaned up Little Inchy who’d been bleeding via his newly opened fungal lesion. (Sounds bad that dunnit? Hehe!)

Haemorrhoid Harold was supporting Little Inchy by bleeding away merrily as well. I can say without fear of being wrong, it’s going to be a right bleeding day today! Haha!

The left arm was itchy all over the lower part. No scratches marks or bruises?

Got the clothes in the big blue bag ready to take down to the laundry room. A lot to go, far too much to do in one go, so I selected the body clothing to do this morning and hope I get up early enough tomorrow to do the rest (Although if things go well today, I might try to get the others, towels, jammies etc. done later, if I can get a machine that is not in use).

Down to the laundry room and got the washer going.

Up to the flat and got started on finishing off yesterday’s diary.

30 minutes
later, down to move the clothing into the dryer. Some naughty personage had not cleaned the filter, so I did.

Again, up to the apartment. Finished the diary and posted it. Started this one off.

Brew, computer diary work.

Down to collect the clothes.

The machine informed me that it had 0.02 hours left to run? A minute later it stopped and I got out and folded clothing, there did not seem to be so much of it as when I put it in the dryer?

Up for a final time, put the togs away and made a brew.

Had to stop and nip to the wetroom in response to that now regular and dreadfully concerning sensation of wet warmth and pain from the lower regions, front and rear.

Both Harold and Little Inchy had leaked again. Cleaned things up and put the undies in soak, and put on a pair of the awfully embarrassing Protection & Comfort pants. (I’m a bit nervous about my having any dizzies or accifaupas that need medical persons to attend to me with wearing these?) They cause me some concern when having to wear them. Fair enough, they protect me well from the blood spreading and ruining other clothing I’m wearing or any seating I might be sat upon from the blood flow – but they are so tight and bulky, they often squash things a bit, and this forces more fluids out of the lesion? I must phone and email the clinic about this happening again, cause I don’t think they will be wanting to do the grafting operation now.

I got the medications out ready and did the first daily health check of the day.

Took the medications and carried out the other procedures as per instructions.

Noticed the left arm was still itching madly away?

Did the first health check of the day.

Wondered why the weight had not gone down a bit. I’d had a decentish hobble around Monday and yesterday. The water retention in the feet and legs had gone down, I’d not had a big meal yesterday, lost a lot of blood… I thought these things would have lowered my weight? Hey-ho! The pulse was a bit higher than normal. I’ll do a search on the web later to see what the normal is for a 70-year-old handsome, tall, popular, muscular, intelligent, attractive to women but blessed with a miniature weapon male should be. (I am a fool, but a laugh is essential now and then – innit? Haha!)

Better do it now, with my memory like…

60>100 it says.

No problems then.

I was not feeling very adroit today. And the odd aposiopesis interrupted my thoughts?

The urge came for me to take a photograph of the morning view from the kitchen window.

Then realised I’d taken all of the photos with the old camera.

Still, they’ll do. Liked this one, it sort of represented my state of mind at the time.

Dark, shadowy, murky and unclear. Hehehe!

Got the cleaners nibble bag ready.

0553hrs: Got an email from Morrison’s telling me the fodder was on the way. So I sorted through the other emails and did some WordPressing.

Lost the Facebook connection? All other sites available?

Did some WordPressing.Obergruppenfurheresses

The food delivery arrived: Put it away.

Got the bread and nibbles for the flat complex Obergruppenfureresses and took them to the Winwood Community Shed. Handed them to Deana and told her of Whoopsidedangleplop at the camera store yesterday. I might as well have stopped short of the centre and told the story to a nearby woodpigeon up in the tree, I’d have got more response from that. Still, we had a laugh and giggle.

Back to the apartment, Facebook was still not working and the two cleaner gals arrived shortly afterwards. Had a chinwag and laugh with them and they did me some cleaning of sorts. How they can clean a wetroom without moving a cloth that I’d left dropped on the floor defeated me. Unless she replaced it after cleaning underneath it… the floor was not wet after they had finished?

I asked them if they could come earlier on the next visit so I could get to the free Fish & Chip meal with the other tenants. They said they would. Gave them their bag of nibbles and Easter Eggs and off they went.

Called Olive to see if I could visit and gained permission. Went around to see her, got told off a few times, but that is good, it shows Olive is feeling a bit better, only when she really poorly does I escape the tongue-lashings. Gave her the chocolates, Easter eggs and a kiss, and returned to the suddenly depressing for some reason now flat.

Facebook still down.

Got the fodder prepared.My first effort at making some sage & onion stuffing

My first effort at making some sage & onion stuffing mixed it well and laid it flat in a pan and into the oven for half an hour, nice and crispy on the outside.

It all went down nicely.

Checked on Little inchy and the bleeding was far less than earlier, gently cleaned things up and re-creamed the reddening sore lesion.

Tried the DVD on the TV again, but could not get it to work.

Forgot to take the evening medications, although I didn’t actually realise this at the time, but when getting the morning medications out I noticed tonight’s dose pot was full. (That was a bit of messy statement won’t it?)

Settled to watch the TV, managing to get through Law & Order and most of the Heartbeat before I was off into the land of nod. Nice change that should have been, unfortunately, I kept waking and nodding for hours. No idea when I eventually got off proper but woke with a start at 0225hrs.

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