Inchcock Today – Saturday 9th December 2017

Saturday 9th December 2017

Finnish: Lauantaina 9.12.2017

0130hrs: Stirred into semi-life with the brain battling to make some sense of the odd dream I and early last night. And wind continually escaping from the rear-quarters! Detaching my lumbering body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner was not easy this morning, painful in fact, as Hippy Hilda was in form and giving me some hassle.

More bother during the Porcelain Throne session, Trotsky Terence had returned, and much cleansing and cleaning were required afterwards, Tsk!

Made a brew, did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Got me in a pickle with trying to remove some photographs from the WordPress Gallery. Wasted another hour sorting out my blunders.

Made a graphic of the nightmare early last night that I had.

Whatever this flying block of flats, car park or spaceship was, I was in it, being forced to go up the storeys and finding personal old embarrassments and mistakes from the past on each floor – being forced to watch these replays, as if I was actually there? Not nice, I can tell yers! There was another planet earth in the dream too. Humph!

I went on to the WordPress Comments and then the Reader.

Then I started sorting any non-required graphics, files etc. on the computer.

Ablutions were done next. Readied everything and set off out. Met Welsh Bill, who got on the lift on the 6th floor on my way down. We had a chinwag and laugh on the way out. The weather was showing -1°c showing on the lift panel.

We called into the open Social Hut to keep warm while waiting. Three ladies including Jenny, and a bloke and Bill and me in there. Outside in the cols at the bus stop, were four smoker tenants.

Got the bus which was packed with passengers, who all got off in Sherwood, apart from and the other bloke.

Dropped off in Arnold and went straight to the Chambers Meat shop. Got some of their Home-Cooked Belly pork that was a lot less fatty than what they had on off yesterday… no, on Thursday.

Very nippy today, I decided to have a quick search for the pork knuckles, and get the next bus home to the warmth. Mind you, as long as it stays below freezing, the snow should keep off.

Went to Fulton’s, no knuckles. Called in Asda, no pork knuckles. That leaves Tesco to try on Monday – snow permitting.

Made my way to the bus stop. As I did, I spotted this couple with their dog. He was about six foot, she was about 6’6″, the dog about 4 foot when he stood still. A magnificent creature, no idea what breed he was. He had thick legs and a big head? Appeared to be very calm.

Got the bus which was early, settled and got the crossword book out. Did fairly well, as well.

In Sherwood, Welsh Bill got on. Another chinwag session was enjoyed. At the flats, Welsh Bill and I got in the elevator and William pointed out the temperature was still the same now at -1°c.

When I got in the flat,  I had a massive Dizzy Dennis spell that took a lot of clearing, in fact, I had mild ones for the rest of the day on and off. Tsk!

No Porcelain Throne visit demands, that was a good sign, too.

I made a tasty mug of tea.

As I was about to take hearing aids out and get the trousers off and jammies and my dressing gown on, when I heard a lot of barking coming from outside.

I investigated. It was the lady who often takes different dogs to the bottom field for training. This brown one looked like she had had some lessons. I fascinate me watching them. The icy on the grass didn’t seem to bother either of them, I’m glad to say they both appeared content with their lot.

I hung myself out of the window to get this photographicalisation of the thick ice on the walk to or back to the flats, on Chestnut Way.

Had a wee-wee, changed the clothes, and had another wee-wee.

I hope there is no rain later. I imagine that getting to the Doctors will not be easy on Monday.

Went on Facebooking.

Got the nosh prepared.

Made a right mess of seasoning the baked beans. For the life of me, I can’t remember what I put in them, but  I got a sweetness and bitterness taste all at the same time? I did spot the Fish Sauce bottle had moved as well as the Balsamic vinegar full strength bottle? Luckily I enjoyed the flavour. I just hope there are no repercussions from the innards. Ate it all up, then nibbled some chocolate nuts and Sherbert sauces as well. Tsk!

Did the Health Checks, medications and did a failed search for the mobile phone.

Washed the pots up. Had a wee-wee and settled into the recliner, all snug and warm. The TV turned on, and a Boon DVD watched. Watched all three episodes and then fell asleep. I dreamt of when the wetroom was being installed for some reason?

The memories of the super helpful chap who did the work came back. It was he who recommended I get a Bridge camera. If by any chance he reads this; Thanks for your help, clean working and I did get a bridge camera. Cheers!

Nodded off and woke with the mind in a ubiquitous condition. Jumping between unrelated thoughts, fears, desires and jealousies, combined with self-pity, lost loves, mistakes and loneliness, a solitude… then it would start again, producing entirely different responses from my grey-cells. I thought I might be somnambulating as I found myself sat upon the Porcelain Throne without recall of getting there? Another change, back to the hard with clear fluids. The mind cleared and I wondered what had just happened – had I dreamt it all?

An unsettling few moments there.

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and back sleeping in minutes.

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. 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:

    That’s a great graphic of your nightmare. Did you have a KKK moment — Kno knuckles in Knottingham? If Tesco is a kno knuckles shop, also, you will have to knuckle down and start asking everyone you know if they know where in Knottingham you can get pork Knuckles. That’s a giant family of six footers and a four footed four footer with them.

    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:

      Thanks, Tim. Great word play there.
      I hope the forecasted snow does not arrive too fiercly, then I can get a bus into town to knuckle down to search for pork knuckles. At a loss where tosearch if they do not have them. I’m pondering.
      That dog was a beauty. My Cyril took to a dog once and followed him every time his owner took him out, very odd?
      TTFN Sir.

    2. 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 fink I meant 3 footer for the dog. Got it wrong again! Tsk!
      Snows here, a few inches laying.
      Cheers.

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

        It’s a big dog either way.

    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:

      Cheers Sir.
      Th snow has settled and ice lingers – so I may hav to delay the knickle search. Hehe!
      TTFN

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