Inchcock Today – Monday 12th March 2018

Monday 12th March 2018

Kannada: ಸೋಮವಾರ 12 ಮಾರ್ಚ್ 2018

0035hrs: Woke up while dreaming of running a corner shop that had no customers, bare shelves, was battered and looked and felt like it had suffered bomb damage. I was crying my sorrows to a stuffed cuddly model terrier dog, and trying to feed it Marmite Crisps?

The nosh tray lay on the other chair, the empty plate, a knife, fork and spoon the only contents. There were no signs of any other nocturnal nibbling around this morning. Although, the remote control for the DVD and a battery charger lay across the room on the carpet near the mini-vacuum cleaner? I had a sense that I was in the exact same location and position as the one I drifted off to sleep in.

The top of the back, chest top and shoulders were aching and itching. Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were fighting for precedence in the ailment stakes. I could feel the dried blood in the PPs. Attention is needed, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner almost with ease, and off to the wet room and Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was far less messy this time, almost a pleasure.

Funny how one thinks at times. I pondered on whether I should warn my fellow Pile-Sufferers, not to use the quilted toilet paper. It gets shredded on the pustules and or dried blood, and it becomes a nightmare to remove, starting them off bleeding again. Just a thought, sorry. Anyone out there wanting any quilted toilet rolls can call to collect them. Hehe!

Little Inchies lesion was washed, dried and medicated, Harold’s Haemorrhoids the same. I thought as I was doing these unpleasant tasks before going to do the Health Checks and take the medications’ If someone had told me how things were going to get sixty-years ago, I don’t think I would have believed them. For once, not feeling sorry for myself about things, just curious as to how well I think I’ve been coping. Then stopping these thoughts abruptly when I recognised the foolishness of over-confidence. Hehe! Had a clean-up and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

Took the medications, made a mug of tea and got the camera, opened the kitchen window, leant out, and got wet in the light-soak-you-through rain.


Turned to the left and got a half-decent shot of Chestnut Walk and the parked cars, the cranes and the street lights that give-off a Christmas-like scene to me, anyway.

Straight down for the next picture. The puddles of rain I could see with the naked eye, did not show in the frame for some reason?

Then I got the computer on to start this post.

Then I set about finishing of yesterdays diary. Got it posted off.

The need for diary page headers needed attention as I have none left in advance. So, onto CorelDraw to do a few up.

After an hour or so… Oh, dear, attention needed to the Fungal Lesion! So I got the ablutions done while I was in the wet room. By the time I’d got this done, there was none left to do any more graphicalising work, and I got myself ready for the trip to Nottingham City Centre.

Remembered to take the best umbrella, the costly Storm-Proof one I bought from Coopers. This will be the first time I’ve used this in heavy rain, glad I bought it now.

Took the black bags and dropped them down the waste chute on the way down.

Out onto Chestnut Walk in front of the apartments, brolly up, and ambled along to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Hut. The rain wasn’t too hard, but it looked set in.

Walking by the parked cars and I could smell something acrid, but it did not smell like petrol to me. It appeared that one of the vehicles had or was leaking something and it was draining into the sewers.

I pressed on and to shelter in the Wardens shed.

I hope Jenny is alright, I’ve not seen her for a while. Both the Wardens were out doing their rounds. The room slowly filled with folk joining me in waiting for the bus out of the rain. Had an enjoyable chinwagging session and laugh with them all. Welsh William was in good form, his insults and insinuendos were thick fast and witty. Some of my most favourite ladies were there. Two of the girl tenants told me of a fire in a flat for the last two Sundays or Saturdays, both apartments having had fires already earlier this year. They informed me that both tenants were alcoholics and were to be moved where they can have more supervision and an eye kept on them. I thought about pretending to be an alcoholic myself and getting a new flat application in? Haha!

Out to get on the bus, it was lovely being able to hear bits of what the clan were saying for once. The hearing aids seemed more efficient today, very puzzling

In town, I dropped off along with some other tenants, on Upper Parliament Street.

I got the best umbrella out of the bag, the costly Storm-Proof one I bought from Cooper’s, and it broke when I put it up! A white cord appeared, all chewed up, from the top centre of the pole bit! Damgloberations!

I popped into the Poundworld Store to get a cheap one from there and changed my mind when I remembered seeing some larger ones at the Sports Direct Shop last week. This proved a somewhat costly mistake for me.

As I left the shop to walk to Clumber Street, to have a look at the umbrellas they had on sale, I saw these poor pigeons. They were in a right state, neither could seem to stand or walk properly and were sodden wet through.

Felt a bit sorry for them.

The shop had cunningly placed a large display of umbrellas, right near the doors at the front of the entrance. They offered some at 2 for £6, they were not the collapsible type. I thought, they will have a larger area for cover, and they were a fair price too. I made my way to the pay counter. Foolish move! I ended up buying two crew sweaters, the umbrellas and just what I didn’t need more socks! £33 lighter, I left the shop and out into the rain. But, of course, I now had three umbrellas to carry, the broken one I put in a waste-bin further down Clumber Street. The two long ones, I struggled with much. They were too long to go in the bag, and I had to use one at the same time.

They were coloured deep red and felt very delicate, and I just knew they would not last long. Taking this photograph on Clumber Street, I had to put the bag down, hold the umbrella, stop the other one from falling over from in the carrier, and manipulate the camera.

What a picklement I got into taking today’s shots!

I hobbled along while the bag got filled up with rainwater and the shoes letting precipitation in now as well!

And forever having to adjust the brolly in the bag or pick it up when it fell over. Uncomfortable would be the word… messy and wet!

Through the Slab Square.

Down to Wheeler Gate and into the Marks & Sparks Food Hall in the basement. Where I bought two small pork pies and two boxes of triple-fried fresh oven chips.

I took this photo as I departed from the store. I walked back up towards the City Centre.

I slipped a Big Issue seller near St Peter’s Church a couple of quid. He looked wet and in need enough to me!

Up Exchange Walk and I crossed South Parade into the front of the Council House.

Where I took these pictures. The damp, dank atmosphere and pessimistic, depressed looking Nottinghamians did nothing to lift my spirits. Then as I made this one of the Slab Square: a wet warm sensation from the Fungal Lesion area. This was turning into a struggle of a trip out for me now

I took this last photograph of the back of the right Lion in front of the Council House building, facing Queen and King Street. And made my way up there to the L9 bus stop, one was due in three minutes.

I had a most pleasant discussion with a lady on the bus en route. Amazed at how we both shared the same views on how the world is going to pot and missing beef dripping sold from basins with thick jelly on the bottom! ♥

Offered my fond farewells as she got off the bus two stops before the flats.

Back at Chestnut Walk, the roadway was partially flooded. I think it was just due to the excessive rainfall and the drains struggling to clear in.

As I neared Woodthorpe Court, I could see that the workmen were still hard at it, even in these conditions.

Sooner them than me up there. Hehe!

As I moved off on my way to the apartment, I felt the rainwater squelching in the right shoe, and the blood flowing from down below and the lesion.

So I knew the first things that needed attention when I got indoors.

Got in, put down the wet bags and brollies, into the wet room. Cleaned up the fungal lesion, Daktarin cream applied, had a wee-wee, new PPs adorned, changed the socks after drying the right foot, then I threw the shoes in the rubbish bin. I got into the night attire.

Hung up the wet clothes to dry. Got the used new brolly opened to let it dry-off in the spare room, put the other one in the hallway. Then emptied the carrier, drained the rainwater from it and threw that away in the now full bin.

At this point, it dawned on me that I had a sore throat coming on, and was coughing a little. Hope it doesn’t get any worse.

Got the Cumberland pie, added a lot of extra grated cheese on top of it, and the triple-cooked chips into the oven cooking. Did the Health Checks and took the meds.

Got the mini sausages, sliced apple, halved min tomatoes with onion salt and lemon mousse on the tray ready.

I gave the pie and chips a little longer in the oven, so they browned up a bit more. Absolutely fabulous meal! 9.58/10 rated this time!

So tired now, but I’d dried out well. Haha!

Got watching some Jonathan Creek episodes on the DVD player. Viewed through two full ones too, before nodding off into the land of dreams.

6 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Monday 12th March 2018

  1. Great set of wet weather photos. Read something about you are supposed to get more snow. We ended up getting 1/10 of an inch of rain on Sunday. That’s a great looking meal.

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    • I’ve not looked yet, cheers, Tim, but more snow is the last thing I need. Hehe!
      You had a downpour then, Sir? Haha!
      Superb fodder that one. Those chips (Fries?) are the best I can get, costly, but, oh so good!
      Blood Test this morning, a downer that no Nurse Nichole, though. (Sob)
      Take care.

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