Month: July 2017

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 11th July 2017: Trotsky Terence and Dizzy Dennis still visiting. Humph!

Tuesday 11th July 2017

2017年7月11日星期二 (Chinese simplified)

0420hrs: Stirred, full of memories of the dreams and they all faded within seconds, Tsk!

A Trotsky Terence inspired visitation to the Porcelain Throne arrived and I responded to immediately. Not too bad this time I thought, but I was l left with stinging in the rear department from Haemorrhoid Harold’s sufferings. Apart from Dizzy Dennis, other ailments seemed calm.

Into the kitchen, put the kettle on, and back to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me.

Made a mug of tea, took the morning medications with a Diahorrea relief capsule and did the Health Checks.

Sys 145, Dia 80, Pulse 89, Temp 35.8 and the weight 14.79 – then back on the Porcelain Throne.

Feeling very sore in certain departments now, Hehe! No idea why I’m laughing?

0530hrs: Got the computer going and finalised the Monday post, and began doing this one.

Checked the Emails and responded to them. Moved on WordPress reading.

Got the latest TFZer graphicalisation completed: Mary and her admirers.

Did some Facebooking. I turned everything off. (I hope).

Got the ablutions done. No shower as it was still too early and might the noise might annoy my neighbour, Joyce.

Got the things in the bag, and off I went out into the rain, and down to the New Temporary Community Shed, dropping off two jars in the recycling bin en route.

Into the shed, to find a young woman washing the pots in the sink, and a bloke spread-eagled over a chair at the first table, looking not unlike John Wayne did in the Sheriff’s office in the Rio Bravo film. No idea who they were, perhaps from the building contractors as personnel for the workmen? I espied four laptops all the same model on the table. One for Obergruppenfurheress Deana, one for Obergefrieteress Julie and each of the other two? So they must be working here I assumed, for the duration of the upgrading process. Which will be 24 to 39 months, according to the sign on the wall?

They’ll be a few us old ones that don’t see the results, then? Hehe!
But I’m waffling again, sorry about that.

Julie appeared and told me Deana was in her office. I put the nibbles in the fridge for them. There was no rush (I thought). I waited until she returned to her laptop on the desk. Julie went into the office. Explained about the ‘3 Company problems’ and Deana took me into her office where it was quieter, to make the call to the phone company for me.

She liked the music they played for her while waiting in the queue for someone to answer her, and worked on her computer while doing so.

After while she was put through to someone who she thought would be an accounts persons, but it was the complaints department. After a lengthy discussion and I had given permission for Deana to speak on my behalf, she rang off. Told me I would receive a letter telling me the account is closed and a final Bill! I am to let her know when it arrives.

Thanked her and I made my out of the hut: Oh dear me, the wind and rain had got much worse since going into the hut. Hehe!

Looking at this later: I thought, is that a bird or a brolly near the middle?

Brolly out and up and back to the foyer in the flats to the left. Had a chinwag with some other tenants and them we made our way to the bus stop at the other units. Huddled under the recesses to the fire doors and caretaker’s (I use the word loosely) out of the wind and rain, there was no room for me to fit in. Haha! But I did have the new brolly that I could get myself under and keep dry. It coped very well with the wind too.

The bus arrived and a mini-stampeded to get on was very impressive considering the rioter’s ages. I was the last one to get on, but there were plenty of seats left.

Down Winchester Street Hill and right up Mansfield Road and many of the tenants got off the bus here.

I took this photograph as the last few filed out. Jenny’s other half on the right, Frank just about to rise to get off. He seemed a little less his usual cheery self this morning. Roy on the left was in good form.

On and into Arnold I decided not to go to the park lake in all this rain, as I carried on and dropped off on High Street in Arnold, almost opposite the Wilko store. The rain stopped as I did so. Over the Pelican lights and into the Wilko shop, on one last mission to try and find some Dettol Lavender disinfectant and Citrus underarm spray. I left the place without any of them, now assured they have stopped stocking them at all.

The light drizzle started as I walked up the parade and called in at the open market. No pod peas on offer, well there were some, but they looked a bit weather-beaten and old.

Limped on and called in the Boyes store. Came out less well off and with a Sinex Spray, Olive oil ear drops and a packet of Belgium Orange thin chocolates for the raffle on Thursday.

I walked along two shops and into the Savers store. Got some ear-solve, Listerine Lemon, Diarrhoea capsules and Foot spray.

Limped on to the Iceland store. At the busy checkouts, the queue I was in had a problem, the lady being served could not get her card to work. The poor gal on the till kept ringing the bell for assistance, but none arrived for ages. I nearly got trampled on by the customers as they migrated like a herd of buffalos to the other till. I waited patiently on this till, as another assistant arrived to open the third one. Watching the way of the humans responded and almost fought with each other to be first in line, dispirited me.

Plodded out with my New Mexico flavoured Pringles, Sourdough Batch sliced loaf, Jammie Wagon Wheels and Iced lemon slices, and struggling with the weight of the bag now. At least the rain was keeping off.

Limped over to take a look in the Fulton Foods store, but they had nowt in that interested me.

Then painfully struggled to the Asda (Walmart) Giant Supermarket, now really struggling to carry the heavy bag. Got two lemon frazzle desserts, a TV magazine for next week and two packets of ready sliced, battered potatoes. I used the self-serve payment booths. A bit of a farce because I forgot to put my bag on the scales, but a kind assistant came over and threw it onto the scale for me, and proffered me a nice loud Tsk! Then he muttered something I didn’t hear, as he wandered off to insult another customer, presumably?

Hobbled out and to the bus stop, just in time for the L9 bus back to Sherwood and the apartments. By which time I was ready for a visit to the Porcelain Throne.

Got the things sorted and put away.

Tended to the Porcelain Throne duties.

Got the kettle on. Did the Health Checks then returned to the Porcelain Throne.

When I came out, boy was it raining or was it raining!

It does not show in this photograph, but I could see as the rain eased nearby, the rain falling miles away to the West of the City.

Got the Computer on and updated this dairy.

The Grammarly programme is causing all sorts of a hassle since I could not get it to work on Google browser.

Had a wee-wee.

The door chime then chimed. (As it occasionally does – Hehe). It was Mary from flat 38, returning the DVD’s that she’d borrowed.

We had a chinwag, and I asked her if she could see my DVD’s on the shelves that she fancied seeing. She selected a couple and mentioned how much that she like the door chime. I showed her how it worked and she was even more in love with it. So we went on the Coopers of Stortford website (Where I got it from) and viewed the item. They had it in the sale, so it was £9 less, than when I bought mine! All good!
Asked her if she would like me to order one for her, and Mary agreed with a smile.

I got into the ordering sections and realised I had not used this site since changing my banks, so the details needed updating. What a job, trying to find out where and how to do so. Between us, we eventually found it and altered it, and Coopers accepted the order and sent Confirmation. It should be here within five days. So glad that Mary liked this, it’s so nice to able to help someone else, instead of my having to ask for help from others.

I told her about my breaking the mirror, and we both had a look at Cooper’s, then at Amazon, but could not find any shaving mirrors on sale. Shame that!

I walked her to the lift, and got back in and had a wee-wee.

Then I got on with updating this again. For ten minutes… because Mary returned and rang the bell again, and, bless her, she had brought me two mirrors, a plastic framed shaving one, and a wall one, that she said she’d had not used for years and never needed – and offered them to me.

I thanked her very much indeed. Off she went, and I got the blue plastic mirror ensconced in the wet room.

That was incredibly kind of her, wasn’t it!

Pressed on with doing this update, but it was getting late.

Got the potatoes in the oven.

Had a wee-wee.

Sliced potatoes, tomatoes, beetroots, Chinese mushrooms, standard mushrooms, potato cakes, fresh pod peas and buttered Sourdough bread.

Afterwards, I had the odd nibble of the Texan BBQ crisps, they were okay.

Had a wee-wee, and minutes later back to attend to more Trotsky activity.Settled to watch some TV, but with it

I settled down to watch some TV, but with it being so late in the day for me, the nodding off soon started.

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Monday 10th July 2017

Just an idea that came to me

Monday 10th July 2017

Luxembourgish: Méindeg 10. Juli 2017

All the ailments all seemed to overtaken by Trotsky Terence, Cracking headache from when I had the Accifauxpa yesterday, the bleeding toe and Arthur Itis this morning. The feet and toe the worst.

0455hrs: Trotsky Terrence forced me to get up, although for once, I didn’t feel like doing so.  But, needs must, and the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised quickly. Not as bad as I expected it might be, though. Much pain from the toe and feet, but; Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Haemorrhoid Harry and Duodenal Donald were all being so kind to me.

Rinsed up, kettle on and back to the recliner. Where I found some crisp (mystery) crumbs at the foot of the recliner and on the cover?

I could not remember eating any!

I investigated further and found not one, but two empty Marmite flavour crisp packets in the small bin nearby. Oh, and two mint chocolate bar wrappers. So guilty of secretly nibbling sessions now? What next? Hehe!

Took the medications. Did the Health Checks for today, and made up last week’s record for the surgery on Thursday… no, not Thursday, it’s Wednesday this time. Anyway, they looked okay to me: Sys 160, Dia 79, Pulse 92 (A bit high?) Temp 35.4 & Weight 14.84 up a bit.

Had a wee-wee.

Got the mobile bill in the bag to take to see either of the Obergruppenfurheresses to see if they can phone the company for me again as Obergerfeiteress Julie did a month ago, but the contract was not cancelled, apparently or else another bill would not have arrived. Hopefully, they can get it sorted and right this time. Don’t like bothering them really.

Got the computer going and updated the Sunday post.

Had a wee-wee.

As I cleaned and put the hearing aids in, I heard some dogs barking, so had a peep out of the kitchen window, in case it was those funny dogs from Saturday. Could not see any dogs at all?

Noticed the nice parking from the car on the left here. Forcing anyone in a wheelchair or mother with prams or pushchairs onto the soft grass or roadway to get by. Tsk!

Did some Emails, WordPressing and checked the calendar.

Had a wee-wee.

Stripped off, ready for going under the shower later, got the teggies done, a gulp of the Reflux Roger medicine and the foam on my wet chin for the shave… then remembered I’d broken the mirror yesterday. So, out to the kitchen to get what was the wet room mirror that I had moved to the kitchen, and took it back to the wet room. I think? Haha!

That done, I had a good scrub up and rinsed my glistening ripplingly muscled torso… oh, alright! My fat wobbly body, was dried off, medicated the appendages requiring the same.

Got the clothing on, not that I could ever be called soigné, but I did not look as rough as usual… I thought.

Got the bags and set out to visit the new temporary Community Shed in search of assistance with the telephone inquiring from someone. No one was there. Well, they are so occupied with all the changes taking place, bless them. There were a woman and bloke sat there in the main room, Nottingham City Homes people I assumed. I asked if they would kindly inform one of the wardens of my problem and the man suggested I leave the letter to be handed to one of the ladies so that they and I would not forget about it. I left the envelope with them. Put some nibbles in their fridge for them and departed. By the time I’d got to the end of the road, the feet and toe were really stinging.

Took this photographicalisation on the corner of Chestnut Walk and Winchester Street hill that leads down to Sherwood.

The greenery always seems to cheer me up for some reason or other.

Plodded painfully down onto Mansfield Road and left towards Carrington.

Spotted the blackberries coming along nicely on the hedge bushes on the side of the road.

I recalled as a lad, a few years ago like (Ahem!) I was with some mates in (Ironmongers) Farmer George’s field over theTrent in Wilford. Not being a countryfied lad, I saw some blackberries just this colour growing. I thought I’d discovered a new type of berry… stuffed myself with them, think I actually liked the bitter favour at the time… ended up in the hospital and got a good beating from Dad for trespassing. Just a memory shared. Hehe!

Up through Sherwood and over the apex and down into Carrington.

A nasty Nottingham Pavement Cyclist very nearly hit me as I passed by this bus shelter n the distance, near the library.

I could not hear him coming, and he was so close and fast it made me jump a bit. Humph!

On the way down the hill, as I passed St John’s Church and Church Drive there were the Private Clinic premises, where the do cosmetic stuff for the rich and well off.

I observed this smoker’s created ash-tray dug out of the decaying concrete in the small front brick wall. Nottingham Street Art, cannot be held back! Haha!

Called into the Chemist as per the young ladies instructions last Thursday, to collect my monthly supply of prescriptions.

Here is what took place:

Me: “Morning, I’ve come to collect the drugs.”

Young Lady: “I’ll have a look”.

She checked on the computer and spoke with the Pharmacist. Who looked right at me and raised his eyebrows as if to say a massive TSK! Followed by a sneer of contempt?

Young Lady returns to the counter: “It will not be ready until obslug bonk day” The hearing aid battery came out as she was speaking. I refitted the battery.

Me: “When I came in last Thursday, you told me it would all be here for today?”

Young Lady: “No, no, no… (She was struggling now, I could sense it) I couldn’t have! You must have misheard me, Sir.”

Me: “I remember writing the day down on the inside of my crossword book cover!”

With this, I produced the Crossword book, opened it and showed it to her

Young Lady: “Ah, I might have got it wrong then. Change the date now, so you don’t forget again.”

Me: “I didn’t forget did I?”

Young Lady: Looking a bit embarrassed now “No, sorry!”

That was what I wanted to hear. I was tempted to tell the girl how much bother I have had to go through to get here, but the nasty Pharmacist was giving us both more sneers and looks of disdain.

Me: “Ah well, don’t fret, see you later.” Gave her a Walnut Whirl and left.

Young Lady: “Thank you, goodbye!”

Limped (literally now) to the Lidl store and spent more money on what I could have done without.

Orange juice, ketchup, BBQ sauce, nibbles for the Social, Nurses, Clinic and the Obergruppenfureresses.

Oh, and some Lemon Fool Dessert pots.

Out into the sunshine and blow me down with a feather duster.

Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist almost hit me as I wobbled to the bus stop to catch one back into Sherwood, the feet and toe were too dangerously stinging for any voluntary walking by now.

I think the varmint cyclist was cruising around looking for some nefarious money making activity opportunities. His head and eyes seemed to be darting everywhere, window, door, person? Cause a few minutes later he was around again?

He could have been looking for his mother, of course, to buy him an ice-cream.

Struggling with the heavy bags and decrepit feet and toe now? Huh! Caught a 58 bus into Sherwood and checked the time. If I was to go to Wilko now to get a shaving mirror, I might miss the L9 bus… a quandary, what should I do… decision time… er, erm… No, I can’t cope with walking up the hill with the two heavy bags – So I shuffled up the hill to the bus stop.

Fellow tenant from the 9th floor, Welsh Bill arrived and we had a jolly good natter. He was telling me that the hospital decided after a year, his pain and agony was due to a trapped nerve after his last foot operation. They put him back on the Morphine spray until next week when they will operate again. He was a different person as if he had been freed. His infectious laugh that we have all missed was back too! So glad to hear this, great news.

When the bus arrived, he carried one of the bags for me all the way back into the lift, bless his cotton socks.

As he left the elevator, he joked: “I can see you’re now limping on both feet, we can’t have that you’ll topple over. A laugh between us, and he offered to loan me his walking stick. I didn’t tell I had a collapsable one in the bag, but wondered why I had not got it out and used it? Clot I am! But wasn’t it kind of him to offer?

The walk to the chemist was no longer than the one to the doctors, but took my 55 minutes, where it usually takes around 45.

Got in and tended to Trotsky Terence’s demands, and an elongated wee-wee.

Put the food away and did a Morrison order, then got on to updating this diary. Took a long time, as Dizzy Dennis kept interrupting me.

To the Porcelain Throne and then got on Facebooking at last.

Got the food prepared and served up.

Note the space in the middle of the plate, left for the final ingredient of the meal to by placed into it?

The was for the pod peas that I’d put in the crock-pot and forgot to turn on, thus, space is just that, space. Tsk!

The Chinese mushrooms were lovely.

Got settled to watch some TV… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 9th July 2017

Sunday 9th July 2017

Welsh: Dydd Sul 9 Gorffennaf, 2017

0500hrs: The Strange Awakening.

I woke, very late for me, and found I had my feet up on top of the £300 second-hand recliner and found the DVD remote control, the camera and the box with last night’s medications, not taken and a pencil, all of these were laying on my ample multi-fold ridden belly? The curtains were open, yet I recall closing them last night.

And, why the heck would I have all these things laying and in my folds of my belly? The remote perhaps, if I fell asleep using it?

As soon as I moved, both Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna attacked! Arthur, obviously because of the ridiculous position I’d left the legs and knees in. Why Anne Gyna had a go at me, I don’t know.

I painfully straightened the knees and legs, and gurgling issued from the innards and an urgent mission presented itself – I must get to the Porcelain Throne ASAP. – I’m afraid I didn’t make it on time. Oh dear!

The session although lasting only a few moments contained, Splashing, gushing, spurting, squirting and pebble-dashing of the porcelain and me. Humph! It took me ages to get the room, and myself cleaned up. Still feeling a bit queasy, now.

Took the morning medications and made up the pots for next weeks doses. Needless to say, I was happy I still had some of the Morrison Acute Diarrhoea Derek tablets and took one with the other medications.

Carried out the Health Checks, during which I had a wee-wee… twice?

Sys 163, Dia 86, Pulse 89, Temp 34.9 and weight 14St-8.8lb.

Made a mug of tasty tea.

On the horizon, out of the kitchen window, I thought I saw smoke.

I’m still not sure what it was even after looking at this photograph?

Noticed they had cut the grass in the bottom field so I might be able to get out and have a wander through the Copse later, take some nature pictures perhaps… hello, the rumbling innards have started again. Back to the Porcelain Throne.

The session went alright, not so messy this time at all. But Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were still having a go at me. Tsk! I suddenly felt so old for some reason?Then I thought about the things I have to do this coming Monday. Only the prescriptions to collect and see one of the Obergruppenfureresses about the bill from the 3 phone company demanding a months rent again. And this, after Obergefreiteress Julie had told them last month that I wanted to cancel the contract.

Then I thought about the things I have to do this coming Monday. Only the prescriptions to collect and see one of the Obergruppenfureresses about the bill from the 3 phone company demanding a months rent again. And this, after Obergefreiteress Julie had told them last month that I wanted to cancel the contract. Huh!

Also, I have to fill in a City Care Satisfaction Survey about the nurses who did the Enoxaparin injections for me, five pages of this.

Also, the Police Pegasus Contact Management Update needs doing, only three pages though.

Got the computer on and started this diary off to here. Then finished off yesterday’s log and got it posted.

Had a wee-wee. Went into the kitchen to get some more antiseptic wipes and spotted two things out of the window below.

Only one double-line-parker this morning, and I think there is an animal I spotted in the bushes?

Opened the Emails and replied responded and did some WordPress reading.

Did some Facebooking, then created a graphic or two for the TFZers site.

This one, for a celebration of Sandie Lentz’s Birthday. I hope she has the best one ever! Lovely woman:

This one of a group of TFZer lads making a fuss of Eve. I was quite pleased with one, it took a few hours, but I like it and hope the others do too.

Started another graphic off, and the Amazon man arrived with the parcel, containing the hearing-boosters and lid remover.

What followed was such a farce, failure and frustrating hour and a half, that I am going to make a single post about the mayhem, blood, injury and property damage caused while I was sorting out and getting the items assessed!

I’ll do it now while I’m still angry at myself!

Done it.

Far too late up for me, now. Feeling all drained again.

Got the meal cooked and did some Facebooking while it did do.

Just smoked bacon with BBQ sauce, a bit of sourdough bread and (At last I got to try out the Chinese mushrooms) fungi.

When I had to stab holes in the lid of the jar when I failed to get it off with the new wonder lid-removal tool from Amazon, I was lucky enough to have an empty beetroot jar to transfer the fodder into. Not big enough, so I had to throw some away, though.

They really were delicately tasty, mind.

Shame about breaking the mirror, I keep looking, expecting it to be there. Hehe!

I’ll have to get another one soon, or I might be deprived of looking at my distinctively handsome and attractive young face.

Took the medications and did the Health Checks.

I think the weighing scales might be broken?

Settled down after the meal, to watch some exciting programmes on the TV. Huh! Nod-off, wake, wee-wee, nod off, wake, wee-wee, television viewing, nod off, wake…

To make more frustrating, I was having dreams on each nod-off but could remember nothing about them. Grr!

TTFN all.

The Injuries, Frustrations and Farcial damage caused by my checking out the Amazon Delivery of Hearing-Amplifiers and a Lid-Removal tool!

The Amazon Delivery Man Cometh

He rang the intercom phone, he was at the door very soon,

And, it was only late in the afternoon,

For me, this arrival was of great fortune,

The Hearing Aids and lid opener would surely be a boon!

Yet it later proved me to be an utter paltroon?

– – – – – – – – – – –

He was off in seconds, his signature obtained from me,

I had to open the packet, to view, check and to see,

Would the lid opener, set me free?

Permit me to get at the mushrooms, that were pricey,

Opened the packet, would the lid work for this consignee?

Nope, it didn’t budge, I slipped and broke the mirror though,

Is that another seven years bad luck, oh-oh!

Now I have another bruise on my little toe,

But I would not give up and let this failure go!

So I stabbed the lid with a knife, the blood did flow!

Good job I store antiseptic cream, pads and bandages, don’t you know,

And some plasters with the medicines in the Bureau,

Anyway, afterwards, off the lid did go,

How to keep the Chinese Mushroom fresh though?

An empty beetroot jar saved the day, although,

 I wasn’t big enough, so some I had dish and to go!

– – – – – – – – – – –

I opened the hearing-amplifiers, excited, I thought I’d explode!

Things started well, batteries were the same, well I’ll be blowed!

Fitted inserts that best-fitted volume to a minimum, it was intolerable!

All I could hear was the blood rushing in my head, it was horrible!

I took the thing to pieces, and a battery shot from my Arthritic hands,

It flew all over, bouncing, it reminded me of a bumble bee,

Or maybe a miniature well thrown, Frisbee

Where did go to? I was fed-up with myself,

Searched finding it under and at the back of the corner shelf.

 

Painfully got down to retrieve this battery, to the dismay of Anne Gyna,

Duodenal Donald, and Arthur Itis too,

The knees that I had bruised were going blue,

Getting back up, and I swear this to you,

I grabbed the door handle, and slipped off of it,

Banging my knee of the wall opposite,

Dragging myself up a message from Haemorrhoid Harold did chant,

Told me I’d need to put on a Comfort Pant!

Thus, I end this little rant!

And to think that Dad used to call me Lucky!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 8th July 2017

Politically Unacceptable Nowadays?

Saturday 8th July 2017

Macedonian: Сабота 8 јули 2017 година

0450hrs: Stirred with the DVD still playing. How does it do that? I thought it turned off automatically at the end? Then realised that the remote control thingy was stuck down the side between me and the £300 second-hand recliner. So maybe I kept pressing buttons as I tossed and turned? I certainly feel like I had been doing so.

I felt I’d done a lot of waking up throughout the evening and morning. Found some pencilled notes on the pad about some dream.No memories at all lingered, just the scribbled note. No memories at all lingered, just the scribbled notes, oddly written in caps and script format?

Off for a wee-wee, found a bit of mess I’d left from last night’s altercation with the big toe. Cleaned it up, by then I needed to make use of the Porcelain Throne. Much internal bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, sorted things out and into the kitchen.

Oh dear, more mess, the cleaning up I did last night after the Accifauxpa was not very good. Cleaned the floor and the sink again to get rid of the bits I’d missed. Tsk!

Carried out the Health Checks. Sys 147, Dia 76, Pulse 98, Temperature 34.5 and the weight the same as the previous time. 14.65.

The big toe was still giving me some bother, so I took an extra Codeine Phosphate with the morning medications. But it was not bleeding very much, only the tiniest bit.

By the time I’d got these few tasks done, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald had stirred into like. Humph! Hehe!

Got the computer on and updated and finished yesterday’s Friday post.  Many Emails and WordPress reading arrived, so I got on with them.

Soon be time to catch the bus into Arnold to go and see the ducks and birds, so no point to do any Facebooking yet, I’ll see if I’m awake enough when I get back.

Got the ablutions tended to without any problems. Changed and I was all prepared and then departed.

As I struggled out the door with the bag and the waste bags to take to the rubbish chute, empty bottles in the bag for the recycling bins – Josie came out of her door opposite at the same time to take her bag to the chute. She insisted on taking my bags with her… now that was very kind indeed! Bless her little heart and cotton socks! (Thank you kindly: A common catch phrase dating from c. 1905 and becoming, by 1960, mostly archaic. The elaboration “bless your little heart and cotton socks!” arose c. 1910)

Got down in the lift and out again, into glorious sunshine. Dropped the bottles off at the bank and made my way to the bus stop and got seated on the bench and the crossword book out.

Had a nice chinwag with one of the tenants from my flats, she was unhappy with the extra walk to the bus stop, and let it be known. Hehe! I like her style!

Then I realised that I’d got the buses wrong again. The one on the way is to town, and the next one to Arnold is in two hours. So I got the city bound one, replanning for me to get some Dettol Lavender Antiseptic Disinfectant and some Wilko Citrus Men’s body spray.

Did rather well with the crosswords en route.

Noticed this Estate Company on Carlton Road, with all of its self-praising notices… and the woodwork above their door collapsing! Tsk!

Dropped off the bus and called in the Wilko Store. I inquired after failing to find the two things I wanted of a young assistant where I could find them. He told me he didn’t think they were stocking either the Dettol or Citrus sprays anymore now. Humph!

Popped into the Poundland Store and had a wander around. I ended up with a bag full of stuff that I didn’t intend to get. I’d loaded up with duck and bird food ready for the next time I get to visit them at the Arboretum or Arnot Hill Park. Best seed mix, Suet pellets, Sunflower Hearts and some mealworms. Mint chocolate biscuits for me and me only (Well. I like them! Hehehe!) Some retractable pencils, different colour highlighters and some spiral mini-notepads and departed.

Across the road and through the Victoria Centre ground floor to the other end and the Tesco Store.

I had better luck there with the things I was after. I got some own-label Potato Cakes, sourdough bread and wholemeal bread thins.Just hope there is room in the freezer!

I just hope there is room in the freezer for them!

I hobbled out of the Victoria Centre (Mall) and over towards the Trinity Square area, and along Clinton Street.

I could clearly hear someone talking on a microphone in child fashion well before I got to the corner.

I turned the corner but could not see the man with the voice, however: Noticed the chap in the door recess having a fag and on his phone…

A couple in the eating area of the coffee shop stood up and went to him giving him some verbals about something or other. I moved in the opposite direction. As I turned left two CPSO’s (Community Protection Officers) were running towards where I had just left?

I found the mystery voice. A bloke and two others dressed as pigs were reading from a book into the microphone. I assumed the pig things are from some TV show because a large crowd had gathered to watch and listen, all with kids in tow. Many were filming and photographing the entertainers.

I hobbled down into the City Centre Slab Square. Some stilted ladies were collecting for something.

Had a totter around.

They Nottingham City Council were in the early stages of erecting the Nottingham Beach, soon to be open again.

The kids were making the most of the showers, despite the signs telling them not to bath in the big one at the far end away from the Council House, due to the base being slippery.

Still, they all had adults with them nearby and seemed to be really enjoying themselves without causing any bother to anyone.

I noticed as I took this last picturization of the Slab Square, that only one person in the shot is using a mobile phone?

A rarity that nowadays, I thought.

I made my way limpingly along to Queen Street and the bus stop to catch the L9 bus back to the flats. Then realised that being Saturday, the last L9 wasn’t due for an hour and a half. Tsk! I checked the times of the 40 bus, and it was due in ten minutes. So I waited for it. Unfortunately, it drops me off a decent walk from the flats, but never mind, it will do me.

The gorgeous smell that emanated from Big Reds BBQ restaurant was making me feel so hungry. Seeing the posters of the fodder in the windows as well didn’t help much.

Hehe!

The bus was on time, and I was soon travelling back to Sherwood and the apartments. Had a go on the cross wording and did well again?

The bus driver nearly had me through the front window when he jammed the anchors on at the bus stop on Winchester Street Hill. The bus stop is to the left of this photograph, I took this one as got to the other side of the road after alighting the vehicle.

This one from a little further down the road, I zoomed in for to show some of the houses that are actually opposite me kitchen window. The chap in the car wash belting it a bit up the hill too.

The bus stop is always a bit risky getting off of the bus there. It is situated on a double bend and the steepest part of the hill, so one can only expect a bit of discomfort when alighting.

Limped down and right then left onto Chestnut Grove.

The welcoming site of both blocks of dwellings came into view.

Soon had to make my way through the poles and tackle spread about.

At the Woodthorpe Courts end, there seemed far more obstacles to get through.

Perhaps they will be doing our block first?

The plate of meat was stinging something awful now, and I needed a wee-wee desperately.

Got in the flat and the wee-wee was completed in time.

Got the fodder and things away, just enough room to get the bread in the freezer.

Pondered on what to have for the meal. Got some pod peas on the boil and reheated the potatoes on a little light. Might have some cheese on bread with the peas and potatoes done to crisp them in the oven. Oh, I don’t know.

Got on with updating today’s diary. Took a good while to get done. Because this update came through.

Epsom Printer. No idea what to do now?

The sky looked beautiful when I made a mug of tea.

Had a wee-wee. Serves me right?

Decided perhaps to have the potatoes and cheese and use the Sourdough bread to make some belly pork sarnies with it?

Not sure.

Got on with catching up on Facebooking, then.

An hour or so later I went to check on the potatoes and cheese in the oven.

Decided it would be best for me to turn the oven on, so I did. What a Plonka!

Emails were checked again. Got some advice on getting stuff from Amazon from Tim Price. I ordered a hearing horn and a lid opener. Something else as well, but the brain has died on me.

Checked the fodder, be ready soon I think.

Getting late now, and I’m feeling weary.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Blood from Haemorrhoid Harold and things seemed worryingly ‘loose’.

The meal was okay, not one of my best, but nice. I spoilt it with overdoing the cheese, and it ended up a bit of a battle to chew it… Hehe!

Got the DVD on to watch and within minutes I had drifted off onto the land of nod.

Zzzz…

Inchcock Today – Friday 7th July 2017: A bad, bad day! Fed-up and depressed now. Hehe!

But no rain came

Friday 7th July 2017

Chichewa (Africa): Lachisanu 7th July 2017

0450hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner without any hassle and off to the Porcelain Throne. Looking alright this morning, apart from the wobbly seat.

Performed the Health Checks and took the medications.

The weight had gone down a bit at last. Even if only a tiny bit.

Sys 155, Dia 74, Pulse 81, Temp 33.3

I got some potatoes in the Crock-Pot cooking on low.

The sky was different this morning, reminded me of the Shepherds Warning.

Turned on the computer and got a black screen with this message displayed:

Out of range: 2560 x 1440@60.1hz ??? Turned it off then back on and it worked okay?

Updated yesterday’s diary and got it posted off. Started this one, up to here.

Went for a wee-wee.

Checked on the written diary and thought how well I had done in getting the highlighters to use on it.

This way, I could identify the red for medical and the greens for Nottingham City Homes reminders?

Of course, reading and deciphering my own scrawl remains a problem. Hehe!

When I dropped the pencil and bent down to retrieve it, Hernia Harry showed signs of his displeasure painfully. Huh! But Roger Reflux was still being kind to me, so this balanced out the various ailments degree of botherations.

Yahrzeit, today, for Annie from a flat on the eighth floor. I spotted this when I looked at an old diary. Poor Annie suffered so much over the years. I hope she will be waiting for me when I pop-off, up there, wherever… I loved meeting her and heard her tell me about her worries and problems, gave her nibbles and tried to encourage her to mix. RIP Annie XXX.

I did see that there is at 1400hrs today, a Fire Service Meeting in the new temporary Winwood Centre Portacabin. For the Woodthorpe Court Tenants, 1500hrs for the Winchester Tenants (Who are lucky to have the bus stop moved to just outside their block of flats when the Woodthorponians have to walk so much further to get a bus. And the new cabin it nearest to them as well! But it doesn’t bother me!) Hehehe!

Had a wee-wee.

Checked and responded to the Emails next.

Onto Facebooking then.

Had a wee-wee.

Onto CorelDraw 7 to start another TFZer graphicalisation.

Hours later, in between wee-wees, I got it finished. Phew! I do hope they like it. Some small details and TFZers that might be hard to see on Facebook. Crossed fingers.

Ablutionsionalisticalisational activities tended to. Haemorrhoid Harold had and was bleeding internally, a bit of job to get him to stop. No cuts shaving or doing the teggies, no toe stubs, no Accifauxpa at all.The IQ told me of a

The IQ said of a disappointment to come soon. I hate it when it does this because I know it will happen but have no idea what it will be! Tsk!

All done, I had a wee-wee, and took the bin bags to the chute, and made my way down and out into the glorious sunshine along with some other tenants and we made our way to the new temporary portacabin.

About 25 residents were already in and seated. Saw Olive and her daughter there and got the last seat next to her.

The meeting did not go well for me at all in any way – Sad!

I had no idea what anyone was saying and was far too far away to try and lip read. The Fire Officer arrived and started his silent (To me) lecture come talk.

Then the hearing aid battery packed up on me without any warning. I got the bag on my knee and began to rummage through it, to find the spare batteries. Not that I thought they would help, but they just might. Someone poked me on the shoulder from behind, as I looked up, all the folks were either pointing to me saying something, scowling at me, apparently tutting at me or giving me some wonderfully expressive glares of a warning and aggressive nature! Oh dear!

Luckily Olive being behind me, and her having such easy lip-reading qualities, she indicated that I was making a noise going through the bag disturbing the others who could not hear the Officer talking. Red-facedly I put down the bag, and indicated my apologies to the others, with the traditional palm of the hand sign.

I really wanted to give up altogether and just leave but did not want to upset them all by doing so. I stuck it out, sitting there silent with no idea what was going on, until the end, then said my farewells to Olive and sneaked out from the door at the opposite end of the cabin, sensing the glares and stares behind me as I did so.

I turned and took a photograph of the cabin I’d just exited. Seeing the fencing close to in the picture, I then knew what all the other poles all over the site were going to be used for.

A little surprised at the Nottingham City Council allowing UKIP colours on the pelmets? Hehe!

Felt a bit depressed and embarrassed at upsetting everyone at the meeting.

Had a rather morose walk down Winchester Street Hill into Sherwood, and called at the Continental Food Shop. Asked for three slices belly pork with stuffing and garlic, and one Polish cooked chicken thigh. And a jar of Chinese mixed mushrooms in oil. I thought they were a bit expensive at £8.51? (When I got back to the flat later, there were six (Not the three I’d asked for, slices of pork and two, not the one I’d asked for, chicken thighs! Humph!).

Called in the Co-op store and got some fresh pod peas.Strolled limping a little, the plates were giving me much

Strolled limping a little, the plates were giving me much discomfort, to the Wilko Store. Again they had no Dettol Lavender disinfectant in stock, and in the space where it usually is on display was now used by another product and the label on the shelf for Dettol, removed. I left empty handed and thought, the IQ message I got when ablutionising earlier was right?

Called in the Charity shops but nothing appealing, then I made my way to the bus shelter to catch an L9 bus back up the hill to the Winwood compound.

Two lady tenants at the bus stop who I recognised from the Fire Meeting, did not answer my greetings to them apart from a scowl and sat far away from me on the bus. I felt like a pariah. I was feeling bad enough before this. Tsk!

Dropped off the bus at the Winchester flats where it has been relocated to, and in need of a wee-wee, I made my way down to the end of Chestnut Walk to me Woodthorpe Court block.

Noticed some workmen removing the now unavailable, bus stop from near the Woodthorpe apartments.

Got in and had my wee-wee, then washed and into the kitchen to put the bits away that I’d purchased.

I thought I’d try some of the Chinese mushrooms with the meal later.

But there was no way I could get the lid off of the Chinese Mushrooms jar! I tried everything I could think of. What a lousy flipping day I am having!

Shelled some peas to have them cold with the meal.

Got the medications and a pot of Lemon Fool to accompany the fodder, and dished it all up. Beef pasty with strong cheddar on top, pickled mushrooms, the raw peas, beetroots, belly pork, Polish chicken thigh and some new potatoes. No bread, because I forgot to get some when I was in Sherwood. Fancy that!

Sister Jane rang, but I cannot remember what it was about? Sorry, Jane.

Despite how things had gone today, I enjoyed this plateful very much and rated it as a 9.22/10. But then, I didn’t know what was about to take place, did I?

After devouring the food, I went into the kitchen to wash the pots up and found I’d left the hot tap running in the sink… Hastily I made my way to  turn off the tap,

Stubbed the big toe on the sink base unit, dropped all the pots and tray, spun around and belted the elbow on the drainer corner!

The mess on the floor could wait, the toe was the worst thing at this moment, the pain was really sharp. Into the wetroom and found that bleeding under the toe needed attention. Not a lot, but painful. Got the antiseptic cream on it after cleaning it best I could.

Then, back to tackle the mess and hodgepodge in the kitchen. My walking style must have looked really comical now. Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, the callouses and now the toe, all helping me to challenge John Cleese for the Funny Walk Challenge title. Hehehe!

Got a bowl of soapy water and disinfectant in it and I bent down to wash the floor area where the beetroot had stained, I felt the flow from Haemorrhoid Harold, and hobbled funnily, back to the wet room again. Cleaned things up again, back to the mayhem in the kitchen. I got spillage looking cleaner. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, with one extra Codeine Phosphate.

Had a look at the TV magazine, nothing on to watch, so I hobbled back to the main room and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, with a mug of orange juice and some nibbles for later, and got a DVD on.

Started to watch Dr Who, Ten minutes later I woke up needing a wee-wee. As I escaped the clutches of the recliner and stood up, I could feel the warm flow in the slipper, from the big toe. To the wet room and tended to it again. I put a drop of after-shave on the corner where it seemed to be coming from mostly. Made me jump a bit, but it worked, and the blood flow stemmed within a minute or so. Took the wee-wee and back to watch the DVD.

0450hrs, I woke up with the DVD still on.

A day to forget methinks.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 6th July 2017: Winwood Tenants Social Hour Meeting

Thursday 6th July 2017

Russian: Четверг, 6 июля 2017 года

Jumped awake at 0100hrs – Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee. Overall, another good morning health wise I thought. Anne Gyna was being a bit nasty with me and Roger Reflux too. But Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Steven Shakes, Harry Hernia and Dizzy Dennis were all in a good mood and kind to me.

Got the laundry things ready and went down to the laundry room and got them in the machine. New notice on the board:

It was from Jenny, the flats coordinator, a former Woodthorpe Obergruppenfurheress Warden and tenant.

Back up to the apartment and got the kettle on, took the morning medications, A little early I realised after taking them. But I had taken the doses early last night.

Computer turned on and began updating the Wednesday Diary.

Very warm and close this beautiful morning.

Soon time to go down and move the washing into the dryer.

Popped outside, to take this shot (I still want to know what all these triple poles are going to be used for? Hehe!), luckily I’d remembered to take the foyer door swipe with me so I could gain entry back into the compound. Phew!

Up again, both of the lifts now working again.

Had a wee-wee and put on the kettle. Did the health checks.

Did the health checks, and very nearly, retook the medications! What a clot I am!

The pulse was 99, but I expect this is because I had been up and down the lift with the washing. When I took the photo of the machine and doctored it in Vinette, the pulse reading with the flash reflection looked like it was 299. So I doctored the 99 in the photo to make it clearer. Hehe, got me going for a second or two. I did notice that the pulse had been a bit erratic this week all through, though. The weight had gone down mind. First time for a while.

Did some more updating on the diary. Got it finished and posted off. It was time to go and collect the laundry again.

All folded neatly, cleaned the machines and filter. Lifted the bag and the handle came off!

Lifted the bag and the handle came off!

Picked up the clothing and shook the dust off of them and replaced them with the bag. Passed some wind, and hastily made my up to the flat, while fumbling to carry the bag, and the Porcelain Throne. The lifts have never seemed slower! Haha!

I made it in time, but only just. Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding since my last visit 3 hours or so ago. Cleaned things up and applied the medication cream. Wiped around, scrubbed my hands and out and back on the computer and started this Inchcock Today, off.

Went to make a cuppa, and saw that I’d forgotten about the bag of laundry I’d dropped as I got through the door in my haste to get to the wetroom. So I put away the stuff in the airing cupboard.

Looking a bit blue out there?

Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading.

Facebooking next.

Had a wee-wee.

0536hrs: Started a TFZer graphics. Got these two done, both in monochrome style, and made look like an old photograph, best as I could.

Janet and Jillie in London, with Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson.

Thomas, in the old Nottingham Victoria Station, with a diesel and Steam locomotives.

Hope they like them.

Had a wee-wee, made a mug of tea and watched a video on YouTube before having to get the ablutions done in time for the Tenants Social Hour in the new temporary hut.

A good few resident there when I arrived at the new temporary shelter/shed. I was going to take a photo of it, but I’d forgot to take the camera with me. Huh!

Some of the girls seemed happy to see me. A bit of a job finding a chair to sit on, and had to sit next to a Winchester tenant chap who took up all the available moving room to and from the seat I had to use. Fair enough, the man had a stick with him and was rather well-endowed stomach-wise, very big, covered in tattoos and not very sociable.  So I did not bother him and asked others to let me in and out each time I needed to move, which was often.

Got up to put the raffle prizes on the table. Chinwag with some of the ladies and back to get the nibble bag. Had to get around the man again to distribute the nibbles above.

Then back, via the spread-eagled bloke to the chair and I had half a cup of tea and natter with Bill (William on Sundays).

Then I required a wee-wee, poor old Frank had to move again to let me through to the WC. The tall chap didn’t even seem to know the bother and hassle he was causing by sprawling out so far away from the table, bless him.

I asked a representative of the work team who was doing the upgrade, and he told me the poles dug into the grass, concrete paths and road all over the place, were to build security fences, for when the expensive plant machinery moves into the compound. I know now. Hehe!

Got some raffle tickets and had to fight my past the chap again to give them out to some ladies. Jenny was looking good. One last exertion to get through the chairs and I called it a day, it was encouraging too much hassle from Arthur Itis with the tall, rotund gentleman not moving at all. I thought perhaps he couldn’t. But he didn’t speak or answer me when I inquired how he was keeping. He only talked to a woman opposite him, and Jenny?  I offered a cheerful cheerio to the folks and left early to get back to number 72 and another wee-wee.

The Anticoagulation Record had arrived while I was out at the Hut.

Down to 2.8 this time. For some reason, the DVT is having a heck of a job getting the INR level up, although I thought 2.8 was not too bad at all, very close to the target figure. But they had increased the dosages anyway. But I must not turn into a vaticinator.

I made an Email for the Sherrington Park Surgery requesting an appointment as instructed for Wednesday 12th July as early as possible for the next INR blood test. I added the photograph I took of the Anticoagulation Records details, like a subtle sarcastic reminder that they have not sent me an Email with the changed dosages. I don’t suppose they will be interested really, though.

Took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.

Looking far more like okay, now I think compared to earlier.

Although the temperature seems to have dropped dramatically, from 36.1 (High?) to 31.9 (?)

Had a wee-wee. Into the kitchen for a brew of tea and notice outside down below in the bottom field near the Copse, was a gal with her two dogs playing ‘fetch-the-ball’… Well, I say two dogs. I had a real laugh watching them perform, I must say. The lighter coloured brown dog would race away and retrieve the ball, with the black running so far with him, then about half way to wherever the ball landed, he’d wait for the other dog to get it and run back to the girl with it and join in with him then. In the end, after twenty or so ‘Fetches’ like this, the black dog just laid down and rolled in the grass when his Mistress threw the ball for the other one to retrieve.

I was laughing out loud at the black dog’s antics. Hehehe! Loved watching them.

No rain at all today yet. It did say on the radio, some areas will get none, and others a ‘Yellow Warning’ storm?

A quick look at the news for Nottingham.

Apparently, this was Castle Boulevard twenty minutes ago.

This is how it looked from the kitchen window here, just over ten minutes ago.

A bit of difference then, I see?

Hehe!

Rechecked the Emails to see of any from the surgery had arrived. As I opened Gmail, it came through, from the surgery. I wrote in the paper diary and onto the Google Calendar. Wednesday 12th @ 1022hrs sent an Email back to them thanking them and confirming I could attend. A fair number of WordPress Emails, so I answered/responded to them.

Feeling well drained now, after another silly hour start to the day. Tsk!

Going to have something easy to make I thought. After which I decided on tomatoes and bacon… tonnes of bacon! Hehe! Then I realised I’d not got much bread in stock, so had a rethink. Gorrit, potatoes and bacon with some sweet curried baked beans?

Did the evening Health Checks.

Had a quick bash on Facebooking, then a wee-wee.

Had a wee-wee.

Got the bacon in the oven and watched a 15-minute video on YouTube while it cooked.

Anne Gyna and Reflux Roger both eased off – Nice!

Sister Jane rang as I went into the kitchen to check on the food. I’m overeating, and the wrong foods again and that is why I must cut down on bread and potatoes. She worries about me, blesses her cotton socks. Hardly dare print the photo of tonight’s meal. Hehe!

Got the fodder served up, and a great one it was too, taste-wise.

After I washed the pots and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a DVD before Hetty Wainthrope started on the TV, Shaking Steven paid me a visit. Not good, but at least I was settled and had nothing in my hands at the time. So, no Accifauxpa or Whoopsiedangleplop! Good that!

CorelDraw back on for a while. I updated this one below. Not easy with the fingers doing their own thing. Hehe!

Gave up after a while and got the head down – off I went into the land of nod within minutes.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 5th July 2017

Wednesday 5th July 2017

Maori: Wenerei 5 Hōngongoi 2017

Kept waking up and nodding off again for an hour or so, so drained after yesterday’s exertions and hassle.

Rose up for a Porcelain Throne visit around 0600hrs. (If I had not wanted the Throne visit I might still be in th recliner, so weary. Haha!) Tired, yes. But Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, Shaking Steven and Dizzy Dennis were all being kind to me at that moment. It felt odd, wrong somehow. If you know what I mean? Only Haemorrhoid Harold was any bother. My EQ tells me this will not last, and something not nice is due later in the day. Huh!

Had a wee-wee.Then did the Health Checking routine.

Then did the Health Checking routine. The temp was 33.8 and the weight was a staggering 14.94. Oh dearie me!

Got the nibbles into the bag for the INR blood test nurse this afternoon.

Email sorting next, a lot get through this morning.

WordPress reading and then onto Facebook to catch up again.

Had a wee-wee, then got some potatoes on the slow boil to have later when I get back from the surgery.

Carried on with Facebooking for an hour more or so.

Had a wee-wee, made a mug of tea and watched a YouTube about car crashes.

Ablutions carried out, midday medications and Health Checks done.

Collected the bag and off on a walk into Carrington and the INR blood test.

Out and to the end of the road then right down the hill and left and up the Mansfield Road hill and down into Carrington.

Strangely quiet on the roads this morning.

Got to the surgery, signed in, took a seat. I was the only patient in there?

Nurse Nichole collected me and into the blood room. We had a chat while she took my blood. I mentioned that I’d sat down with the sample bottle and broken it, and she said she’d get me another, which she did bless her sumptuous thighs.

I was certain there was something else I wanted to ask her about, but could not remember what it was. Huh!

Gave her her box of chocolates, bid farewell and off a trotted out and to the paper shop in Carrington. Got a packet of four highlighter pens. I’ve got these to use on my written diary to indicate the different task that I record in advance.

Down to the Chemists and inquired of the date for my prescription collection. The young lady checked and informed me it was next Monday, 10th July. I wrote this down on the inside cover of the crossword book, to record on the paper diary and Google Calendar later. (I remembered to at well. Smug mode adopted!)

Down and into the Lidl store. Got some wholemeal bread thins, meat slices and mint nibbles for myself.

Out to the bus stop and caught a bus back up into Sherwood. Lots of time before the L9 bus arrived, so I wandered around a bit. Called in Wilko and got some Y-lang fragrance boost and softener and Surf capsules (Lemon scented) for the laundry.

Called in the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop but did not get anything.

To the bus stop.

The traffic had increased, but no L9 bus arrived yet.

The L9 was due at 25 minutes past the hour, but by 30 minutes passed, had not come, and a number 40 bus did, so I got on that one. I lot further to walk when using this bus, but I was not sure if the L9 was going to arrive or not. They often fail to turn up.

Naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclists lingered everywhere I looked in Sherwood.

Dropped off the bus on Winchester Hill and started the ascent up to the flats. The feet were stinging, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna both kicked off.

Turned left onto Chestnut Walk, as the oh-so-late inbound L9 bus passed me. The outbound was at the new bus stop in front of this bus.

Note the bus stop could not be further away from Woodthorpe Court and is situated right next to Winchester Court. Doesn’t bother me though!

In the flat and had a wee-wee.

Got the meal cooking and put the bits away. Amended the written diary with the new reminders.

Had a wee-wee. I’ve just remembered what I was was going to tell the nurse about… Humph!

Did the evening Health Checks.

Got the fodder prepared and served up.

Roasted strong cheddar cheese, boiled potatoes, beetroots, ready-cooked crispy streaky bacon, garden peas and two, not eatable boiled, pickled eggs and minced beef and gravy in shortcrust pastry. Lemon Fool to follow.

What was wrong with the eggs I have no idea. They were foul (Bit of wit and wordplay here folks). Despite this, the rest of the meal deserved an 8.8/10 rating.

Took the medications and checked the TV magazine and found that Hetty Wainthrope was on at 2000hrs, that was all I was interested in.

Watched some Dr Who series one episode between nodding off now and then and rewinding. At 2000hrs I put the TV on to watch Hetty… It was not on! Checked the listings… and found I’d looked at tomorrow’s page. Humph!

No chance of staying awake after this, soon off in the land of nod proper, until 0100hrs when I sprang awake full of vim?

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 4th July 2017: Early Whoopsiedangleplops, Hearing aids go over double in original price, Accifauxpas rampant and such along day, poor old Inchcock confused and a bumbling wreck now! Hehe!

Tuesday 4th July 2017

Napali: मंगलवार 4 जुलाई 2017

Best Wishes to all my TFZers Friends in the USA!

0400hrs: Woke with no memories of the dreams I was certain I’d been having – then the urgent call came for a visit to the Porcelain Throne.

Things went well, other than Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding a lot, but soon stopped him with applying some of the antiseptic cream. Stung a bit mind!

Searched for the Anticoagulation Card again. No luck. Danged thing is somewhere cause I found it the other day… Tsk!

I did come across an old photo booth picture though.

Ah, memories! Haha!

Just look at that smug face on me! Humph! I didn’t know what was coming years later, did I?

Did the Health Checks, all over the place this morning they were.

Had a wee-wee.

Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications.

The computer on and finished the Monday Diary and got it posted.

Back to the Porcelain Throne – nearly had an Accifauxpa with the loose-fitting seat again!

Many Emails to sort out. Then got a bit of Facebooking done.

Had a wee-wee.

Tended to the ablutions. Turned out a bit of an unexpected farce this session. Having the clean-up early, I did not use the shower, for fear of bothering or disturbing any of my neighbours.

  • Doing the teggies, I cut my gum.
  • Dropped the razor and trod on it.
  • Knocked the bottle of antiseptic over and it broke!
  • Banged my head on the corner of the sink as I bent down to retrieve it.
  • Went to get another bottle and stubbed my toe on the mop bucket (Again!)

Not the best of starts to the day. Tsk!

Got dressed and all the things ready, remembered to take the food for the ducks and birds at the Nottingham Arboretum.

On the way out, I took the other bag of lamb in mint & Rosemary Gravy and rang my neighbour Josie’s door bell. The lovely woman she is. She was in and answered the door, and I explained about the lamb gravy being far too sweet for me, gave her part of the original packet I’d cut out of the box, with the instructions and a sell-by date on it. Thankfully, she liked the idea, and I handed it over. She offered to pay for it bless her, but I wouldn’t have that.

Down to the foyer and had a chinwag with a bloke for a bit. Others arrived, and we all walked (The now, far greater distance) to the bus stop at the end of the road. Further little gossiping sessions took place. When the bus to town came, and I sat next to the gal on the 11th floor, another nice person and we chatted en route and had a laugh.

Off the bus, it was raining now, only drizzle. I walked through Victoria Centre (Mall) with Mary from the 9th floor. She asked me when she could return the DVDs I gave her to watch. She will call me in the morning. She was on her way to collect some DVDs she had ordered from the store in the centre. I went in with her and asked a member of staff if they had any of the Biederbeck Affair and or Biederbeck Tapes in stock. He had a look and informed me they had not, but I can order a new release of all the series, and he believed they had subtitles on this one. I ordered it, and I have to go back in a week to see if it has arrived.

Out of the mall and along Shakespeare Street passing the college buildings and residences en route to the Arboretum to see the birds at the pond.

Through the gates and was greeted with the relocated bust of Nottingham MP Samuel Morley. (1809 – 1886), Head of I & R Morley in Nottingham.

 

Samuel Morley was born in 1809, the youngest of John Morley’s three sons.  His father and Uncle Richard founded the family’s knitting business and established its London warehouse and distribution base.

The firm of I & R Morley played a significant role in the knitting industry and by 1844 was responsible for 6% of the sector’s total output.

Fed the ducks and pigeons, had a talk with them and generally enjoyed myself no end. Loved the Mallard and Coot chicks to bits. Despite my getting wet. Hey-ho!

As I walked up the hill towards the tram stop at the corner of Upper Parliament Street, I came across some Nottingham Street Art and vandalisation.

Fire hose dry riser valves outlets damaged, covers broken open and litter, waste and what smelt like urine scattered around inside and out. Humph!

Over the road and down into the Slab Centre Square.

Looking a bit bleak at this moment, and not many folks out and about yet.

Can’t blame them, if I didn’t have to go to the hearing test, I would not have been out – and – I would not have spent a fortune buying the DVDs. Huh, I am a fool!

A CPO (Community Police Officer) meandered by slowly as she crossed over the lights with the ‘Don’t Walk’ red light against her.

Attractive, meaty thighs though.

I hobbled, the foot where I stubbed the toe and trod on the razor earlier was giving me some bother, down to the Hearing Aid place and gave the Obergruppenfurheress on the desk my appointment card. Without looking up at me, she spouted: “The appointment won’t be until 1130hrs because you’ve come early you know!”

I purposely did not answer until she did look at me. “I’ve only come in early to get out of the rain, do you think anyone would actually want to come in here to be spoken to like that, voluntarily?” – Advantage Inchcock! Hehe!

She then became sociable. “Oh is it raining?” – “Yes!”

I wandered to the waiting seats and got the last one available. Took the crossword book out and had a decent session with it.

A young, good looking, educated, good looking, evidently a rich bloke with hair, tall, well spoken and fit looking arrived to take me into a treatment room. Gawd, I was jealous! Only joking, Haha! Introduced himself, Craig his name was and into his cubbyhole.

He explained the procedure for the removal of the compacted ear wax and got me to sign a partial disclaimer in the event of any damage.

He was having great difficulty in getting the wax out of my right ear hole. He got the top layer out without nay hassle, but the layer beneath was proving very hard and stubborn. At one point he thought we might have to do another week of putting olive oil in and try again. I pleaded with the lad to do his bestest, and he did too!

The tool used was like a vacuum cleaner, obviously with a narrow tube. Very noisy in the ear, as Craig had warned me it would be.

He patiently persevered and eventually got the nasty clump put for me.

You can see the size of the compacted lump on the left here.

Wasn’t it a big clump?

Not half! Hehe!

I was so pleased with his efforts.

He then moved onto the other ear, and that one was much easier to clear out, thankfully.

We then went through the options of the aids on offer. The small one that was from the cheaper range proved to be unsuitable when the lad told me the batteries only lasted for two or three hours. Shame that. Then I had to choose one suitable, which meant the price doubled for the next options.

I went for a one piece model. That the batteries should last for a week. At least this will avoid my having to change the tubes when they crack or work loose, cause there are no tubes on it. Fingers crossed anyway.

Then he started to mould the ear pieces, five minutes in each hole alternately and they were ready and moulded.

Then he got me in the hearing box for the test.

That didn’t take long.

The whole thing should have taken about 45 minutes, but I think his getting out the wax from the stubborn right ear channel took far longer than that.

So then, I had to pay for them. That hurt! Still, the batteries are free for three years, a four-year guarantee, and free aftercare… they say.

I left the store a lot less well off, and still have to wait two weeks while they are made and fitted.

Out and the rain had stopped, I went into the M&S food store for perusal, but didn’t buy anything.

Noticed some more Nottingham street art around a waste bin and cigarette disposal box. Not nice to look at.

Then I walked up to Bridle Smith Gate and notice an alleyway and next to it, another empty retail unit. It was last in use as British Heart Foundation Charity Shop.

Made my way to the L9 bus stop and back to the flats.

The lady from the 11th floor got on at the first stop, and we had another good chinwag en route back to the apartments, She even helped me with the crosswords, bless her cotton socks.

A laugh in the lift when we got to the flats, with six of us squashed into the lift together. Oh, the other elevator is working again.

Inside, wee-wee, got the nosh on, Throne visit and onto the computer.

Took me hours to get this diary updated. Well into the nighttime before I got it nearly finished (Up to here) and had to leave it to get some much-needed rest and a nod-off. Of course, I could not get to sleep now I wanted to! Humphski!

Had a wee-wee.

Got the evening Health Checks done. Sys166 – Dia 72 Pulse 83 Temp 32.4

Got the meal served up, and a cracker it was, it made up for my earlier fodder disasters. Sprinkled extra strong cheese on top of the minced beef slices, tinned garden peas, mushrooms, beetroots, a dab of BBQ sauce and Jersey new potatoes. Got some nibbles by the side of the recliner to have a go at later, Marmite Crisps, chocolate brazil nuts (Only two of them, honestly, Hehe) and a bottle of fresh orange juice.

Put the things in the bowl to soak, returned to the chair and decided to try and watch some TV, that must surely send me into the land of nod? And, it did.

Slept for what was about six hours, a lot for me to manage, but it was needed after such a long day for this, now a lot less financially stable old fella. Tsk! I’ll have to leave ordering a table server for the chair for a while now the hearing aids have suddenly doubled in price.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today – Monday 3rd July 2017

Monday 3rd July 2017

Danish: Mandag den 3. Juli 2017

I had a wee-wee and was up and out on the balcony cleaning the outsides of the windows and door before 0400hrs. Determined to get some cleaning done, whatever. A bit windy, but no rain and it wasn’t cold. Took me a while and nearly lost the kitchen towels I used to finish off the job a few times in the gusts of wind.

Back in and did the insides of them. Cleaned the frames and then sorted out the loose paperwork into folders and updated the written diary.

Polished the furniture, shook and removed bits from the chair covers and replaced them all neatly like. Wiped the TV, computer, printer and keyboard.

Hoovered up and emptied the bins. Took the bags down and out to the caretaker (That is the one who I have never seen not on his phone, mind you, we don’t see much of him anyway) area.

0605hrs: Into the kitchen, Cleared the window ledge and got on with doing the windows. Not easy, turning the damned main one around to clean the other side, but just one blood-blister later I managed it. Replaced the stuff onto the shelf and cleaned the cooker. Not the oven, though. When I got down to remove the trays, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Steven both complained, so I left his part of the job.

Had a wee-wee.

Sink draining board cabinets and kettle cleaned.

0700hrs: Got the mop and bucket from the wetroom and got the kitchen floor swept and cleaned. I’d forgotten about the fridge, so took a look… far too much stuff in it, so I just titivated it and moved stuff around a bit. Hehe!

De-podded the garden peas and put them in a saucepan for later.

Had a wee-wee.

0800hrs: Hoovered the spare room and then got on with the ablutions. Started with the Porcelain Throne Session. (I must get help with the moving toilet seat, I’ll be off of it one day!) The shave produced a few little nicks on the chin and neck. Little Inchy was in a poor state, red and tender? Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding to his heart’s content. Diarrhorea Derek had eased off nicely this morning, and I was now getting messages of complaints from Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis for doing the cleaning so enthusiastically. Hehe!

Had a good shower and dried off, dressed and smelling all sweet, I got dressed, put the towels on the airer and went to make a mug of tea.

Checked the calendar for today so I could remember.

AM: Warden about the alert battery?

1200-1400hrs: Iceland delivery (Iced lolly replacements included, Haha!).

1400hrs > 1700hrs: Survey visit from builders and company doing the work. Had a wee-wee.

1630hrs: Ring for date and time of rearranged op at the Gum Clinic. (Reminder to self; use the second number on the list. Otherwise, you’ll get the Obrgerfreiter Receptionist bloke!)

The plates are stinging a bit this morning?

Got the computer on and started this diary going, then finished off the Sunday one.

Tonnes of WordPress reading to get through today, some good stuff posted by the other members.

Had a wee-wee.

Noticed when I went to put the kettle on, the motorists were still blocking each other in?

The lady surveyor from Nottingham City Homes arrives, sweet cheery woman, Kathy. She went through what will happen change wise. All three windows will be replaced, and a new, different balcony in place. Unfortunately, the storage heaters will not be swapped – and they are all scratched and dented with the markings on the control switched dirtied and unreadable. Humph!

She arranged for some help for me in moving the furniture while the wall is knocked down. Bless her. I had to sign a form to say she had been and I was happy with the instructions given me.

The Iceland delivery arrived while she was here. She helped me carry the bags into the kitchen, good gal!

I got the lamb shank in the saucepan, peas in a small one and the potatoes were already in the Crock-pot.

Pressed on with WordPressing and Facebooking.

Had a wee-wee.

Checked the cooking.

Back on the computer, a visit from Dizzy Dennis did me no good. Huh!

Hello, the door chimes ringeth again…

A surveyor bloke with ID. Needs to take measurements out of the window for each corner and floor, with his expensive looking what I thought was a camera on a large tripod.

Left him to it.

AffinitySerif recommended by Tim Price in a comment. I’ll have a proper look tomorrow, or whenever I can get the time. Did have a quick look, but it seemed all complicated to me, with words that meant nothing to me, Humph!

What happened to the day, where did it go?

Better get the fodder ready.

It smelt so good, looked fantastic and tempting as I got it in the dish.

Accifauxpa somewhere though; It was horrible! Gave it a rating of 4.8/10… Eurgh!

The lamb shank and gravy were so foul tasting. I shall give away the other lamb shank, they are too big to fit into my largest saucepan anyway.

Had a wee-wee.

Put the TV on while it cooked, then had a go on Facebook again.

Did a Spot-the-differences competition.

The usual farce when trying to watch the TV. My ‘Nodoffabilities’ seem to be increasing.

To the Porcelain Throne, I must ask someone to help with sorting out the flipping Throne’s seat, it’s getting dangerously loose now.

Reflux Roger kicked off, possible his protest at the distinctly dodgy lamb shank from Iceland?

Hehe!

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