Inchcock Today – Wednesday 21st June 2017: Off to visit Sister Jane, hubby Pete and the Pussies!

Wednesday 21st June 2017

Italian: Mercoledì 21 Giugno 2017

0400hrs: Stirred thinking of the dreams and fell off to sleep again.

0455hrs: Stirred again and battled with the £300 second-hand recliner to get free of it and to the Porcelain Throne – Success again! Nowhere near as painful this time. It would seem that Constipation Konrad is weakening. A fair bit of bleeding made Haemorrhoid Harold unhappy. (Try saying that quickly when you’ve had a few jars. Hehe!) Cleaned things up and got the kettle on. Did the health Checks. “Sys: 154, Dia: 72, Pulse: 76, Temp: 34.6, Weight 14.71” Pondered on whether or not to take another Senna with the morning medications? Decided not to, for fear of encouraging any return visit from Diarrhoea Derek. I just may regret this decision?

Knowing I would be out for an extended time visiting Sister Jane today, I had a go at WordPressing, Email checking and Facebooking, before it was time to get the ablutions done.

That took some time, that did.

Better get sorted, and the ablutions tended too then.

All prepared and off to the bus stop at the end of the road. Jolly good Gossip at the bus stop. Loved listening to what the other tenants were going on about this morning. The mayhem of the building preparation work and upsetting of their system and plans seemed to be the most popular subject. Both Bills were there, Bill (William on Sundays) and Welsh Bill.

Got into town, dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street, near the Wilko Store and walked along the road to the West Bridgford bus stop.

Hectic today, the roads were.

Buses to left, buses to the right, behind and in front. Hehe!

Sat waiting for the bus to set off and one of the tenants of the flats, Brenda I think her name is (Maybe, perhaps?), sat next to me, which was a pleasant surprise and afforded me the opportunity for a great chinwag and ogle. Lovely gal she is. Turned out she was also on her way to visit her Sister and only a few streets away from my Jane’s home.

I got off of the bus the stop after Brenda and made my way to Cyril Road. (Left)

Jane was all ready for my call.

The two pussies Fooey and Arthur were not to be seen. A good nattering session took place.

Pete came down and made me a mug of tea. Memories spoke of. Had a look at Pete’s laptop to see if I could help with his problem. Spent a while, but with no luck. In the end, I photographed some screen shots and will have a look on the web later to see if I can sort it out for him.

Found Arthur, asleep in the bushes in the garden, in readiness to wake and kill some birds. Nice camouflage for a grey cat, bless him. (See photo below, bottom left)

Fussed Fooey, my favourite old pussy. Jane & Pete posed for me with Fooey and Jane took a photograph of me as I fed him some of the cat food he loves so. It is in liquid form, I always take some for him. And they did not help me get back up off the floor afterwards either! Hehehe!

 

Sister and brother-in-law both looked fit and healthy. Gave them their nibbles and treats. Farewells, and I was soon off to catch the bus. Changed my mind when I just missed one and decided to walk into Central Avenue and have a look in the Iceland store for some bread to take home with me.

Flatbread, cheesy rolls and tried a pack of some Pitta Bread for the first time. Oh, and a minced beef slice.

The bus to town was packed solid with passengers. Should be carrying so many people standing? I did manage to get a seat mind.

Got to town and walked to the Slab Square. Taking a picture of Clinton Street as I passed on my way there.

Busy as it usually is today, but something in the air… hard to describe but I’ll do me best.

A sense of apprehension, something about to take place that would be unwanted, not liked. Odd feeling?

Walked to the top of Queen Street on Upper Parliament Street, and took these photographicalisations of an old pub. It had just been opened again. I recall it has had many different names over the years of failed success seeking from the landlords. Sad.

Walked around and down King Street then up Queen St, to the L9 bus stop at the top of the hill.

En route, Bill (William on Sundays) got on the bus and we had a comical little gossip as I am sure neither of us could hear what the other was saying. Haha!

Back at Winwood Flats, I met Jenny and Frank in the foyer and nattered for a while.

Unlocked the door and straight in the wetroom for a wee-wee.

Put the food away and potato crispies into the oven cooking.

Had a wee-wee.

Downloaded the photographs to add later.

Updated this in a draft, notes words as reminders so when I complete it in the morning, I could remember it easier. Too tired to do it now.

Had a wee-wee.

Thursday Morning Update:

Got the meal done and consumed.

Had a wee-wee.

Medications were taken, Health checks were done and got settled to watch some Heartbeat DVD episodes.

Typically, when I want to get to sleep, I couldn’t. As a rule, as soon as I start yo view the TV or a DVD, I fall asleep, but not this time. The mind racing away again, about all sorts of subjects. The Grenfell disaster, Brexit, the Amazon deliveries, the hearing aids, the mistakes and foolish decisions I’ve taken over the years… on and on! I can’t remember much of the Heartbeat DVD I had on.

Had a wee-wee.

Eventually, I managed to nod off, late, very late it was. Tsk!

By Inchie

78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!

13 comments

  1. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
    weggieboy says:

    Fooey is a delight! Love that expression~!

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    1. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      Cheers Sir.
      20 years old now, out Fooey.
      In pain with so many things, but he has the sweetest of nature.
      Hope to see him again soon.
      TTFN.

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      1. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
        weggieboy says:

        Wow! He looks like a sweetie alright, and I love that name! I hope he has many more years to go. He looks well cared for.

      2. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock says:

        Cheers Sir.
        He’s well loved and cared for.
        Bless him.

  2. duncanr – <b>Likes</b> – Booze, Dogs, Women (Not necessarily in that order) <b>Dislikes</b> - People telling me what to do
    duncanr says:

    nice pics – glad you enjoyed your visit with Jane, Pete, and the cats

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  3. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
    Inchcock says:

    Fanks Dunc.
    TTFN.

    Reply
  4. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
    Timothy Price says:

    Fooey is a beautiful fluffy kitty, with a nice “grumpy cat” look on its face. That grey cat looks like our Silver kitty. Food looks the same as yesterday. Are you getting in a food rut?

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    1. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      I think Fooey having such a face and his nature being so the opposite, mild, passive and friendly is why I fell in love with him in the first place. Hehe! Arthur (Grey) is the bird killer of the clan, he brings dead birds as a present for Jane, to the house, sometimes.
      Got a bit repetitious with the nosh didn’t I.
      Back to the wonderful cheesy potatoes next day, though.
      Take care. TTFN

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      1. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
        Timothy Price says:

        I can see the attractiveness in Fooey. Our old Guildenstern used to have a bird cache, and Rosencrantz would tattle on him and show us where Guildenstern was hiding the birds he killed.

  5. Hi, Inchie.

    I hope you don’t think I’m interfering, but I’ve noticed that every morning, after you’ve visited the loo, you put the kettle on.

    Good God, man, no wonder you suffer from so many aches and pains. Couldn’t you find something more comfortable to wear ?

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    1. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      Hehe! These aren’t you common or garden kettles yer now Ratty. Oh no!
      I get them made from Armani of Smethwick, Dunc’s Uncle runs the business. His knitted kettles in Tartan and cashmere are lovely and warm, and the spout is made from used recycled sporran.

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  6. Orbb Spider – Long time reader, turned book blogger. Come with me on a journey through the literary cosmos as I wander through diverse genres. Let's talk story and take a deep dive into plot points.
    orbb80 says:

    Pretty nice day <3

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    1. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      T’was gal thanks.
      Looking a bit dodgy this morning, well, not too bad really, the winds are getting up, but the sun keeps battling through now and then.
      Hello, here comes the rain…
      Hehe! Taketh care pet. XXX

      Reply

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