Inchcock Today – Saturday 14th October 2017:

Saturday 14th October 2017

Kyrgyz: Ишемби, 14 October 2017

Woke up with painful pandiculations and convinced it was late morning, around 0600hrs and thought to myself, ‘Well I needed that rest’.

The limbs ached a bit as I unhitched my body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner and went to take the medications, rub Phorpain Gel into the joints and make a cup of tea.

As I looked out of the window, it dawned on me 6Sat03there were more lights from traffic, especially blue emergency flashing lights all along Mansfield Road than usual. Saw the clock and it was only 0012hrs!

Early-bird this morning wasn’t I? Tsk!

Took the photos above and nipped to the Porcelain Throne. No movement, 0nly wind again.

Back to the computer and finished off yesterday’s chronicle of Woe. Began this one.

Did some WordPressing.

Checked the Emails.

Did some Facebooking.

6Sat04Made a start on the graphics for the upcoming Diaries, on CorelDraw. Cost me a good few hours this did. But nice to get in front for a change.

Took a break and made a mug of tea. Taking this photograph out of the window. The winds were still a bit high.

Had a wee-wee.

6Sat05Got the potatoes in the Crock-Pot seasoned with the Polish herbs and added some White Wine Vinegar.

Back to graphicalisationing.

The TFZer one took a few more hours, but I got it nearly just about right now. I’ll post it off and then get the ablutions done ready for my trip out to get some smoked fish.

Ablutions were done, and down in lift number one, checked out the Wachilino Alien Blob and down to the bus stop.

Dropped the sweet & sour meal off on the foyer table en route.

I was first one at the bus stop and sat down on the bench, a rarity for me, but Arthur Itis was playing up already. A large ganglet of residents joined me, and when the bus arrived, by the time I’d got myself up, they had all got onto the bus before me. Hehe! Had a go at the old crossword book en route.

Dropped off the bus early and walked up Glasshouse Street to the Aldi Store on Huntingdon Street.

Bought garden peas, wine vinegar, balsamic vinegar and some smoked Basa fillets.

While at the checkout, a sudden vicious pain shot through the right wrist. IT felt bone related as opposed to muscle. Nasty!

Hobble into Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) and perused the HMV DVD store. Plenty in I fancied but did not weaken and spend anything.

Then out of there and into the Tesco Store. Got vine tomatoes, milk and distilled vinegar.

 Out of the centre and poddled along Milton Street towards the infamous and always busy Clinton Street.

As I walked, it seemed that everyone was in a better mood than of late.

Approached by alcoholic beggars, Muslim converters, Big Issue sellers and Jehova Witnesses, calling themselves something different nowadays.

Arriving at Milton Street, I was surprised by the lack of people using it?

I put the now hefty bag down to take a break, and another of the mystery wrist-electric-shock-like pain in the right wrist arrived. I really must see the doctor about this. It is incapacitating and dangerous if I have something in my hand at the time. Ah-well!

I hobbled down into the slab square, and there were many folks showing interest at the overpriced food and novelty stores there.

Exchange Walk on my way down to the M&S Foodhall, was a risky route to take for anyone with walking difficulties, so many shoplifters… I mean citizens packed together. At the bottom of the hill was a chap doing a puppet come muppet show, with packed crowds all around him to watch and listen to the chronically loud thumping music he was using. Too risky for me to wade in through that mob to get a photo, though.

I arrived at the store and bought some Frittes, all Butter Raspberry Cream Biscuits (Expensive but they looked so delicious) and Potato Rostis.

Paid up and out into a crowded street. Where I was again approached, this time by canvassers or poll takers. I declined their offers of going into an office and filling in some form or other about my shopping today, that will only take 10-15 minutes, and they would give me £3 for my efforts. Mind you, they had plenty of willing Nottinghamians to pick from.

Back up Exchange Walk, through the Slab Square and up Queen Street to catch the L9 bus.

When I took this photograohicalisation o the right here, the chap in the waistcoat didn’t half try his best to nip out of the shot giving me look of distrust and a clear indication that he had taken umbrage at my actions.

When I got to the bus stop and released the bag from my grip, it took a while for the blood to return to the fingers and a tingling sensation of moving blood was clearing sensed.

En route back to the flats, three other tenants got on the bus, and all three ignored my greetings as they passed by to get to a seat.

I got in put the things I’d bought away.

A word of warning about the M&S biscuits by the way – I tried one when I put the others in the tub; There are only six biscuits in the box, and they taste horrible to me. Eurgh! Sickly sweet with a pong that reminded me of the clothes freshener crystals! If you have a sugar addiction, they’ll be fine for you, though.

Health Checks done and medications taken.

Super nosh tonight.

Small beef pie, potatoes, garden peas with plenty of caramelised gravy to soften them up so I could masticate them without too much bother to the teeth.

Read the book for a while, but tiredness beat me.


10 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Saturday 14th October 2017:

    • Thanking you for your support and understanding Sir.
      I have an only just-out-of-date Lidl coupon for 15p, and wondered if I could add this to the monies I get from the shoplifting and raiding other old tenants flats in an affort to repay this embarrassing debt?
      I’m putting up my 1896 good as new original Esso oil bottle for sale, and cutting down on the meths in an effor to raise some dosh. Thank you again.

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      • 1954: ♫ More people the whole world over
        Like the products and service they find
        At the E-S-S-O, yes sir ESSO,
        At the ESSO sign! ♫
        1981: “We in Esso believe: you can’t take steps to improve your business without also helping Britain.
        You can’t show confidence in the country’s future without investing in the country now.
        You can’t invest in new industry without generating new jobs.
        You can’t develop new technologies without training new people.
        And you can’t climb out of a recession by pointing your nose down-hill.
        This year, we will be investing six hundred million pounds — which is good for you, good for us, and good for the future of Britain!”
        Just a few thoughts. I might get in touch with Esso for a loan to repay you for the non-existant dues I don’t owe you… perhaps? Hehe!

        1959: ♫ Oh the Esso sign means happy motoring,
        The Esso sign means happy motoring,
        The Esso sign means happy motoring,
        Call at the Esso sign… For Esso Extra ♫

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      • How remiss of me. My benightedness, although thanks to mothers addictions and sodding off and leaving me, I partly blame for my uneducated, uninstructed, unlearned, unlettered, unread, unschooled, untaught, untutored and objectionable although regrettable lack of concentration and insanity.
        I beg your forgiveness your Grace.
        Yours, Dimwit.

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