Inchcock Today – Friday 25th August 2017: Whoopsiedangleplop, memory blanks and odd food. A normal day, then!

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Friday 25th August 2017

Basque: Ostirala, Abuztuak 25, 2017

0230hrs: I woke up and had to clamber out of the £300 second-hand recliner with the greatest speed available to get to the porcelain and have a much-needed twinkle. Phew!

Ailments all seemed very kind to me this morning.

Made a drink of tea in the new tiny China cup, so as not to encourage the wee-wees so much.

Took the Health Checks and onto the scales: Sys 162, Dia 70, Pulse 70, Temp 35.6 (A bit high?) Weight 14.96 (At least no increase?)

Whoopsiedangleplop number one: To the computer with the tea and started to update yesterday’s post with the photographs and scriptures… I dropped the cup! Had a hell of a job getting down to soak and clean up the spillage, and an even harder job getting back up again afterwards! On the bright side, though, I didn’t get any tea on the computer or bang anywhere like the head in getting back up.

Back to the kitchen to take the cleaning stuff back and make another China cup of tea.

Back to the diary updating. This took me hours to get done, so many photographs taken you see?

The tea had gone well actually cold, so back to the kitchen again. This was when I realised how beautiful the scenery was now it’s getting lighter. Bootiful morning!

I had made some scribbled notes on the pad and was having difficulty in reading this word on the right that I’d scrawled.

Took the medications with the refreshed drink of tea.

I then consulted the Appointment Slip the kind lady at the Audio Clinic had given me yesterday, as she sneered at me and gossiped with her colleague on the reception desk.

Then I realised, I had not got the wristlet alarm on, and nipped into the wet room where I was sure I’d have left it, but no. A search of panic increasing magnitude ensued. After a while convinced, I must have lost it, and felt so annoyed at myself! I gave up the search and resigned myself to having to be humiliated and humbled by reporting it to Obergruppenfurheress Deana later, with the knowledge that a  £200 bill would be laid on me.

I walked back in the front room, and there it was in plain view on top of the printer! It was odd, feelings of kakorrhaphiophobic-ness and self-loathing at the same time. Humph!

As I was about to go into the wet room to get the ablutions tended to, the mobile rang. It was Sister Jane. Lovely to hear from her. Sad news about Fooey, the beloved cat, he’s not doing too well, and the end is expected any time now. She is going in to have her nasty toe seen to, the same day as I go in for the Hilda Hip to be looked at… I think, or not, it might be the grafting operation. I get confused easily you know. Haha!

Rushed the abluting, no time for a shower so had a quick stand up at the sink. Got down on the lift and outside, up to the bus stop and had few little chinwags and laughs with the crowd of tenants also waiting for the City or Bestwood L9 bus.

The City bus arrived first, and I mounted it with a few other residents. Chinwagged with Margaret, who had just got back from the Bulgarian holiday. Happy to see her again, and she so enjoyed it, shame she had to return.

As I took this photograph through the front of the bus windscreen, I have to admit that a Senior Moment/Whoopsiedangleplop developed. Not funny at the time, but it is now; I completely forgot why I was going to town on the bus!

What a lame brain dimwit!

Ponder and think as much as did, made no difference to the blankness within until I was nearly in town and it came back! I was going to get some Chestnuts because when I went the other day the shop was closed! Gorrit! Tsk!

Got off the bus on Hockley and I walked up to the Chinese store. Spent again too much. Got the chestnuts, brown rice and seaweed sticks, fried bean-curd nibbles and a packet of pork floss.

Up the hill and down into the City Centre.

Taking this photo en route to show on the TFZer site, of another of the hidden shops in Nottingham, up alleyways etc. A Tattooist business.

IT was far busier the nearer I got to the centre of town. I called into the clothes shop and had a perusal around, but did not get anything.

Out and to the Nottingham Beach and amusements.

There was plenty of folks around this beautiful morning.

I nearly took a different route to the bus stop, that would have meant my proceeding down this road in the picture on the right.

Too risky that! So I went back and took the long way to Queen Street and the bus stop for the L9.

I passed this new piece of Nottingham Street Art on the way

I was not impressed at all but could see that the Council had sold advertising space on the base of the monstrosity, and all became clear to me. A councillor either owned or had shares in the company, or had taken a corrupting gift. Haha! It was truly horrible to look at, for me anyway. Art? Phwert!

A new Nottingham bus was spotted. These are ones that run of animal-pooh and not diesel.

Caught the bus and was soon back a the flats. And rushing as fast as I could to get in and have a wee-wee, no signs of any Porcelain Throne activity today? Mmm!

Got the meal in the oven. Health Checks were done: Sys 158, Dia 62, Pulse 96, Temp 34.9 and caught up with updating this diary.

The ready meal was called: Monterey Jack & Smokey bacon loaded Fries. I added lots of shredded strong cheddar cheese on top, and after it had cooked, mini tomatoes and three little soy boiled potatoes.

Lemon Curd yoghourt and a banana to follow. Rated at 9.4/10.

Worn out after eating and enjoying this feast.

TV on and an hour or so of nodding offs and I got to sleep properly.

By Inchie

73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!

6 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:

    Hugs for your sis. Fooey will be missed, no doubt, and it is saddening to watch a beloved pet in decline.

    1. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      I’ll pass this on to her, thanks mate.
      I think she is coping outwardly very well, but… inside?
      Cheers.

  2. 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:

    Pixies playing with you stealing your wristlet alarm and putting it in plane view to make you feel silly. Shame on them. Sorry to hear about Fooey. Lots of people in the streets and enjoying a day at the beach. Good the food was good.

  3. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
    Inchcock says:

    Dang Pixies! Tsk! Hehe!
    When the buses are back on, I hope to get to go and see Phooey and fuss him a lot. I just pray I will able to. Gonna miss him.
    The American Monterey Jack & Smokey bacon loaded Fries really was gorgeous. I can only find it on sale in one shop in Nottingham, which I will be calling into ASAP. Mmm!
    Cheers, Sir.

  4. 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:

    You lost what your were about on the bus, this normally happens to me with doorways, they just steal my intentions straight away, often I have to walk back through to remember what I was about LOL <3

    1. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      Hehe! Easily done innit, Corin. Haha!
      I’m going to have to sort out all the appointment later today on the calendar. Getting confused with them and telling people I can go somewhere to find that dates clash.
      Hope you plates are okay, mine ain’t bad, cause I’ve done less walking recently.
      XXXX

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