Inchcock Today – Tuesday 10th April 2018

Tuesday 10th April 2018

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 10 Ebrill 2018

0400hrs: Great Balls of Fire! Five-hours sleep, no wee-weeing, no nocturnal nibbling, no somnambulating as far I could recall and no uhtcearin. A phenomenal unbroken five-hour kip!

I pandiculated gently, and Duodenal Donald let me know he was in a bad mood. Then, As soon as I moved my short-overweight flobby-body, to commence removing it from the ‘plastered with plaster by the plasterer’ £300 second-hand recliner; the innards began to rumble, with a difference. No indications for the use of the Porcelain Throne came with the grumbling insides? The movement made it far worse, and I would not be surprised if the intestines didn’t explode later. Tsk!

So, from waking in almost high-spirits, within seconds, these pleasant sensations dissipated into the ether. Tsk!

The flat was not very warm, apart from the kitchen, which was showing 69°c on the thermometer? I checked to see if I’d left the oven on, but I hadn’t.

I tended to the Health Checks next.

All were looking good I thought. The pulse had gone up a bit at last. The weight had also gone up a little. Humph!

I’ll have a good hobble later on. I might go to Arnold on foot, to get some nosh from Asda, or not maybe, perhaps, possibly. With my luck, someone will call from Nottingham City Homes or the Willmott-Dixon Demolition… I mean builders. (Or do I? Hehe!)

Made a brew of tea and took the morning medications. No indications of any imminent arrival of any need for the Porcelain Throne, and the bubbling within remains churning away. But it feels so different to the usual warning-sign gurgle. No messages about this from the EQ, but I sensed a new problem or ailment might soon visit me. Hello, I just typed this, and one phenomenal escapage of wind blasted out from the rear-end – it almost lifted me up off of the chair. Hehe!

I got the computer on and updated the Monday post, then posted it off to WordPress. Checked the emails.

A go on the WordPress reader next.

Getting ready for the ablutionisationing, and had a change of heart about walking to Arnold for the shopping.

The rain was heavy and looked set-in!

Going through to the wet room, I espied another leaflet from Willmot-Dixon demolition team, no, Building Team.

Oh, dearie me! More hassles! Still, no blame attached to anyone here.

These new marks on the lower right arm had appeared overnight it seems.

Finished the cleaning up and went to update this post to here.

Things in the bag, including the umbrella, and set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ and Social Shed, to keep dry, while I awaited the arrival of the L9 bus.

I got to the door, and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne! A decent evacuation, not too messy. Bits of blood from both ends, mind, but hardly enough to be worth mentioning. However, lots of wind of hurricane proportions accompanied the torpedo-like escapage.

Washed-up and set out of the door and opened the hall entrance door to be met by a Willmot-Dixon worker’s implements. All tidily stored along with some windows the lad was about to install somewhere.

Saw the chap and greeted him with a Good Morning and got one back in return

Down in the elevator and out into the dim drizzle and puddles on Chestnut Walk. It was not cold with the weather at all.

Half-way along, a break in the rain allowed me to take this rather interesting shot of the new building works in between the two old blocks.

They will have earned their money by the time this gets finished.

Heck of a job they have on here. Now that more Pipistrelle bats have been discovered; their schedule will have gone all to pot. But, no one believed me when I said I saw a bat months ago, did they? They just scoffed at me! Oh, yes, I remember! Thought I was being awkward or teasing them they did! Hehe!

I Hobbled down to the Social Shed, Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana and Oberstleutnantess Warden Julie were busy in their office. Poor things always are.

I stood near Welsh William and Roy to collect my daily put-downs. Haha, only joking… am I? Some other residents joined us, including Cyndy and we had a chinwag and laugh.

Out to the bus stop and I got on the Bestwood bus with many others, who all got off in Sherwood. Cyndy was off to Mansfield for a days shopping. Naturally, I stayed on the bus. I got out the crossword book, but the grey-cells were reluctant to function. Tsk!

I only got as far as the Ring Road traffic Island, when I put the book away and gazed out of the bus windows until I arrived in Arnold.

The shopping parade was drenched in rainwater.

I went into the Chambers butchers to have a look what their home-made roast belly-pork slices looked like – if they had any of course. They did, small slices and very lean for a change. So I purchased 6 slices for £3.29; not cheap, but they are a luxury and treated myself.

I walked to the Boyes Store, to see if they had some haemorrhoid cream on sale. They hadn’t any, but I still came out £9.99 lighter and with a full carrier bag. Foot spray, shoe spray, three tablets of Yardley lemon scented soap at £1.29 each. Again costly, but this is my most favourite of all soaps. Another self-treat, Huh, spoiling myself here and Vitamin B tablets. Also, I spotted some Plants-in a Tin. You just add water, and they grow. An excellent original idea I thought for Jenny and raffle prizes if she wanted to.

Then to the Saver shop next door to Boyes shop, to look for haemorrhoid cream in there. They had some of the Care branded I had ordered from Morrisons. But, the same size at only 99p a tube. Much cheaper than the Morrison one. I also got a pack of tuck-in PPs and a roll of black refuse bags. I had to another bag now to carry the stuff.

Off then to the Asda-Walmart store. Where I spent an even more significant fortune! Gullible Sillytonian me! Lemon desserts, grated cheese, a red onion, a small turnip, a large tomato, TV magazine, three ready-made meals, potato scones and cakes and some cheese curl snacks.

When I was paying the lady at the checkout the £17.48 I owed her, I had a funny-wobbly turn. Thank heavens, it didn’t last long, but I cannot remember paying the lady or leaving the shop? Or getting to the bus stop for that matter. I was in the shelter, and the rain was pelting down when I came around as if to put it.

But I felt fine, just a bit of lost memory?

The bus arrived after ten minutes or so.

As we approached the ring-road next to the Nottingham City Hospital car park, I took a picture, of what should have been a pigeon flying alongside the front of the bus. But it had gone by the time I pressed the button on the camera. Tsk!

Then blow me the flipping pigeon returned to his bus-escorted duties.

I fumbled to get the camera out again, determined to photographicalise it this time. But no, a bus overtook us and hid the bird from view! Ah-well!

Up and on to Mansfield Road and the Sherwood stop. Where several tenants boarded the bus.

Got to the flats and I legged it along with a Roy and another bloke and a lady tenant back to the apartments and up the lift.

As I got out of the lift, I noticed the Willmott-Dixon lads had all but finished installing the windows in the lift foyer area. They had replaced the old full open grills in the outer wall, with the windows.

Far less blowy and cold there now. I assumed this job had been done now, while the team are prevented from doing the cladding.

Another flyer was found stuck in the letterbox.

Had a wee-wee and did the Health Checks.

I got myself in the flat and sorted out the day’s purchases. Trying not to think of how much they had cost me, Hehehe!

Not that I was bothered really, me being a millionaire and liar. Haha!

As the rain stopped, an unexpected mist began to descend.

I got on with updating this diary. Four hours later, I remembered about the flower-in-a-can and wanted to take it to Jenny. But could I remember her flat number? No! So I got the cans in a bag and went off to the Obersturmführeress Wardens shed, to see if Jenny was there or get her apartment number. Oberfefrieterss Warden Julie was in the office, up to her neck in work. She gave me the door-number and asked what was in the bag. I showed the flower-in-a-tin. I had a nice chat with Resident Hauptmanness Contact Leader, Cath. Hehehe! She had been Grandchildren sitting for a week. Told me to call in the hut in the morning, and she would contact the Doctors for me about the missing haemorrhoid cream in the prescriptions, for me. Bless her.

I went to see Jenny. She liked the flowers.

When I got back to flat and went to make another brew, I noticed that the kitchen door handle had all scuff and scratch mark on it?

I don’t recall them being there before.

I got the oven warming up and then continued updating this post.

Getting tired now.

Did the last of the Health Checks. Hello, noise from BBJ up above.

I had a perusal of the WordPress Reader.

Got the nosh prepared and set about eating it.

The roast sliced belly pork was good as I have ever tasted! Gorgeous!

I had to grant this nosh a meritoriously deserved 9.35/10.

Went to do the washing up.

The mist seemed settled in for the night.

Down in the £300 second-hand recliner and got the TV on to watch a Hustle episode.

Fell asleep almost immediately and had a dream that was so different to any of the others that I could remember.

I was at St Peter’s Gate, and classifying the destinations for each person as they queued up in a neverending line. I was dressed as a sort of short, plump bald Elf. I had this dream not as if I was in the dream, but instead, as if I was viewing it on a giant screen? I sense there were some famous and notorious folks in the queue, but I’m damned if I remember who they were. Most disappointing.

Inchcock Today – Monday 9th April 2018

Monday 9th April 2018

Macedonian: Понеделник 9 април 2018 година

0325hrs: When I got down in the £300 second-hand Recliner last night, my whole body started to do an odd thing repeatedly. (Unless I had fallen asleep and dreamed it) I was nodding-off, for a few minutes, later, waking up with a start. The next nod-off would be half-an-hour or so, and I’d jump back into life with enthusiasm again, nodding-off, for a few minutes… This sequence repeated for hours and hours. I sense I managed to have some fearful dreams in there somewhere; until I decided I’d had enough and got up.

Exiting the recliner seemed more relaxed than usual, and off I went to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was trouble free – no bleeding no mess! Now I was worrying, this is not typical for me!

My mind was full of contrariness, a polarity of thoughts that made me apprehensive and agitated.

Off to the kitchen and did the Health Checks, the sphygmomanometer worked the first time.

Made a small mug of the delightfully tasting Olde English tea, and got the medications taken.

Straight onto updating and finishing off the Sunday diary.

Then, I made a start on this one.

Many breaks for a wee-wee later, I made a note to remind me to ask Doctor Vindla if I can go back on the water-tablets for a while. The legs had bloated again.

I went to the medical drawer in the kitchen to see if I might have some of the Furosemide tablets left in there. But no. I didn’t expect there would be any and chastised myself for the even bothering to look.

A mist seemed to be coming down.

As I stood looking at the scene outside, the mind tormented me, with fears, jealousies and self- disgust at my inability to cope with current stress. The chemist, bank, surgery, computer-man, plasterer, Willmott-Dixon and all sorts of things permeated my poor twisted and possibly demented mind. Where do I get help from?

Back to the computer and downloaded the pictures to use later.

An hour and a half later, it was getting much lighter outside. The mist seemed to be thickening and lingering on.

I went on the Commenting on WordPress. But there weren’t any made.

I went back to the Sunday post and sent it off to Facebook, Google etc.

Went to the WordPress Reader section. Some great stuff on there today.

I had an idea for a funny poem and set about creating it straight away. I’ve called the ode, “Sometimes…” It’s no masterpiece, but a bit of fun.

Ablutions were tended to. No cuts while shaving, not bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold and only the tiniest spots from Little Inchies Lesion. (More good stuff, I’m not used to this you know!)

I got the waste bins sorted. While tipping one into another one, some gunk fell out… and landed in the already lined third bin. (Blimey, I’m getting some unparalleled Hatzlachah Rabbah today. I’m even more worried now!) It could have landed anywhere, but fate decreed it to fall unwontedly into another black bag. I took the three black bags to the waste chute, then returned to the apartment. Then did my ingeminating routine. Checked the taps, windows, doors, had I got the hearing aids in and the right glasses on my head. Was I wearing the shoes and not slippers, the bus pass in my pocket? Computer off, wet room checked, had I turned off the shower-power, kitchen tap off, oven off, fridge and freezer doors closed to… the usual checks that I fail miserably to carry out as a rule.

Down and out into dark filled sky above. Down Chestnut Grove, avoiding the lorries, tractors and workmen milling around. To the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ, come Willmot-Dixon workers breakfast room, Social Shed and Meeting Hut.

The doors were ajar when I arrived, and the instant I stepped through the threshold, my EQ told me to be careful, cautious and wary. An underlying atmosphere/mood of building tension was evident and substantial, according to my EQ, that is. Although I could not identify where this was emanating from, I listened and absorbed this message. Just saying ‘good morning’ with a smile as I passed Obergruppenfurer Warden Deana and Obgefrieteress Warden Julie through their open office door. I went to the other end of the room at sat quietly and got the crossword book out. The room soon filled a little, Roy, the appealingly-nice Cyndy, the nice lady from the 4th floor, Shirley and three others, then Welsh William arrived. After a while, an enjoyable gossiping session started. We all moved out to the bus stop, and further little natters started off. The young lady from the Care Home arrived and made a bee-line for me. Bless her cotton socks. I reckon I’m the only person that listens and talks to her. She has now got her next Januarys holiday booked in the Mediterranean again. It is essential that she gains weight to be allowed to go. I gave her a nibble bar.

A few of us got on the Bestwood Bound L9 bus, the one that goes down to Sherwood en route. I had few more words with her, and I dropped off at the bottom of Winchester Street Hill, bade the gal farewell, and she told me to take care. Lovely natured girl, especially with how she copes with her problems.

As I made my way along Mansfield Road into Carrington, and to the Pharmacy to collect my prescriptions Hopefully.

I took this photographicalisation across from Haydn Road; the overcast sky blocked out so much that one can usually see in the distance from this spot. You can view and recognise Nuthall and the motorway traffic at times, on a bright day.

I was amazed at how little bother was being dished-out my Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna as I plodded on. However, Hippy Hilda was not so keen on my walking so fast this morning.

A farther up over the hill on Mansfield Road towards Carrington, I stopped at my favourite bit of walling on the route. The earth/soil behind this retaining erection is about nine feet deep. I’ve often wondered how it had not collapsed yet? I moved on sharpishly after taking this picture. Haha!

I pressed on hobbling to the chemists.

I looked this up on Google Maps later, the whole walk was only 0.9 of a mile.

But I can assure you, it took me far longer than the 17 minutes as indicated on the map by Google. Hehe! Not by a long flaming way! I think you have to add-on nearly thirteen-minutes at least, to the forecast to get the right, actual time it took me.

Not that I was in a rush. Even with Mr Clipboard supposedly calling at the flat to inspect the Willmott-Dixon destroyed carpets in every room of the flat, again.

I perused a few shop windows and took in clouds that were blotting out the sky.

When I arrived at the Pharmacy, I entered and went to the counter. Where I stood, standing for ages, well, over five minutes at least.

Deepak’s (the owner) wife was at the back of the store in a dispensing corner with a bloke. And that is where they both stayed for the long duration of my visit.

Eventually, a tall young lady came from the back and asked me what I wanted. I gave her my name and off she went to the racking where the prepared medicines ar store. She stayed there for five more minutes then returned to confirm my name, then went off in search of the prescriptions again.

Three minutes later (I kept looking at the time on their clock), she returned with the bag of medications for me, rechecked my name and address, and released them to me. Turned away and rejoined the other two at the back of the store.

I forced a polite(ish) Thank you from my lips and went off to the bus shelter and waited for one to lift my back to Sherwood. I had a sudden appreciation of the Pensioner-Bus-Pass, as I stood awaiting the arrival.

On the bus, once again I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats. But today, unlike on Friday, I got up with relative ease when the time came to alight the vehicle. A fair bit of pain, though. Tsk!

I had rush a little more than Anne Gyna was happy with me doing, to get to the bus stop over the road. Just in case the L9 arrived early. It was late, but I had a natter and laughed with the two lady tenants waiting with me. The 4th-floor lady and one from Winchester Court. I was then in a better mood than I have been for several days, suddenly too? The first lady pointed out how she was let down by the Sherwood Chemist, and she had moved to another pharmacy now.

When we got ‘home’, the lady was kind enough to walk along slowly at my rate of knots, and she told me some tales of her and her hubbies NHS nightmares. We shared farewells and good wishes as she got off the lift on the fourth level.

I got in through my front door (I suppose it had to be the front door come thinking about it, I haven’t got a back door, Hehehe!) and got the medications sorted out.

Broch! Darnations, tiddlywinks and sod-it! There was none of the haemorrhoid cream in the bag! I could spit! This disappointing let-down put me back on a downer again! Thanks, Dr Vindla or the Deepak the Chemist, whichever one let me down again!

With a degree of disconsolateness, I got on the computer and added some to the Morrison order for Thursday! I found one a bit cheaper, with the brand name of ‘Care’. I hope it isn’t any less effective than the ‘Anusol’ one, that should have been on my prescriptions, because that one is not effective either. I hope!

Who is left to fail me, crap on me, ignore me, lie to me, bully me, threaten me, mock me, laugh at me, cheat me, ruin my carpets, let me down… Calm down you silly old yold!

Went to make a brew-up.

I thought I made a decent job of this shot from the kitchen window. Considering I can no longer get the camera out; apart from through the three inches with it threaded through the gap and not be able to see the viewer once it is out. I reckon the mass clouds are braking up a tad – this means rain is coming shortly, methinks?

Of course, I could be wrong again. Haha!

I got on with updating this stultiloquence ridden diary.

Three hours later, I got as far as to here.

I did the Health Checks.

I tried going on TFZer Facebook again. I was doing so well, the nit started stuttering and sticking still. Grumph! However, I did get on for nearly three hours!

I went on CorelDraw in another attempt to do some Diary Pagetop graphics. I only got one more finished, and now regular fatigue overcame me. It is late now, though.

I got the nosh prepared and presented on the Lyzzi donated oval blue platter. Cumberland pie with extra cheese on top, tomatoes, beetroot, seaweed nibbles and chips. I took what showed up on the camera screen, as an appealing meal. But, when it came to downloading it to this blog in the morning – the bloody thing had ceased to be/exist, passed into oblivion, disappeared, expired, perished, joined the missing odd-socks in the ether! Aargh! I loathe, detest, abhor and hate it when this happens! Grrr!

I got the washing up done and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. I sat there wondering on whether I should watch a DVD or the TV – which didn’t matter much, cause I fell asleep thinking about it. Hehe!

Sometimes…

Sometimes…

Sometimes, I fear the approach of satanophany,
Which sounds demonic, weird and uncanny,
Sometimes, I’ll go out on a shopping spree,
This doesn’t last long, I run out of money,
Sometimes, I search for love, but I find a banshee,
I don’t understand what she sees in me?
Sometimes, I lose my hearing aids, pen or door key,
Credit card, bus-pass, I was once stung by a bumble-bee,
Sometimes, I enjoy a mug of English Breakfast tea,
Only a small one mind, or else I’ll forever wee-wee,
Sometimes, I sing, it sounds a right cacophony,
Neighbours tell me to stop my out-of-tune baloney,
Sometimes, I feel the onset of old age idiocy,
Being lonely, I tried to join a synomocy,
Sometimes, I believe in Democracy,
With its inherent bureaucracy,
Sometimes, I can’t cope with life’s importunity
I’m ready to snuff it, given the opportunity,
Sometimes, I’m fed-up with the governing kakistocracy,
Not educated, don’t what a Glurk is, or an apostrophe,
Sometimes, I want to live my life hassle free,
Or sod-off out of it, like Crocodile Dundee

Inchcock Today – Sunday 8th April 2018

Sunday 8th April 2018

French: Dimanche 8 Avril 2018

0229hrs: Came to imitation life with a jump, sure that something had woken me up, but all was silent. (I thought of Soylent Green then, don’t know why. A remake of this film is undoubtedly due soon?)

The mind was back to its TSM (Total Confusion Mode). Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the kitchen; at the cost of some considerable pain from Duodenal Donald and Arthur Itis. I noticed that BBNJ (Big Bad Noisy John), was still up, his lights were on above. I wondered if he was making his steam engines and had made a noise that woke me up? Not that it mattered this morning, in fact, I appreciate who or whatever it was that disturbed my sleep, due to when I put the kettle on, I remembered the laundry room duties needed attending to.

I hurriedly assembled the requirements and down in the shaking and shuddering elevator, to the laundry room.

The electronic information board informed that it was 0300hrs, Sunday 8th April 2018, the temperature was 5°c – 41°c, and drizzling outside. It felt a lot warmer than that, though, when I popped out of the foyer doors to take a snap of the tangled labyrinth of metal and plastic obstacle course.

I had a perusal of the notice boards but could find no new signs or posters.

As I began to hobble in the direction or the laundry room, it became apparent that the plasterer had been working on Saturday. He’d left his usual trade-mark splashed of plaster on the carpet in the hallway. Bless him!

At this point, I thought I heard what sounded like a Honda C90 motorbike starting up? Almost a whirring noise that I remember from when I had one, around 1962. But I cannot remember where I put the Anticoagulation Form yesterday in readiness for Wednesday’s blood test? I feel sure it was somewhere in the computer room, I’m positive about this… or am I? Humph!

As I loaded the gear into the washer, I found myself scratching at the lower right arm, just like yesterday. But today, the left arm was clear. Only the right wrist/arm was affected this time. I did notice, that it was not changed below the wrist alarm strap as well. Not the foggiest what this indicates, though.

Got the washer going and returned up to the flat.

Made another brew for the one that had gone cold, and did the Health Checks.

The sphygmomanometer took five tries before it worked? The pulse continues to get slower. All else looks fine to me.

0340hrs: Down to move the laundry into the dryer.

Then up to number 72 and on the computer, started this blog off.

0419hrs: Down to collect the washing. As the machine stopped turning, I thought I heard a metallic clanging noise coming from within. After emptying the drum, I had a broad search around, me thinking it might have been someone’s ring that could have been making the noise.

But I didn’t find anything.

I got the togs out and folded up. During which, I came across an odd sock!

It was a ladies one. You see, it seems that every tellurian in the whole-wide-world, suffers from the Lost Sock Syndrome. Tsk!

The toes and feet were hurting now, and I’ve only done a little bit of hobbling around this morning. Ah, yes, Sue the foot-lady is due on Wednesday!

Cleaned the filter, drums and casings. Then back up to the apartment. The dripped plaster on the doorway entrance outside the flat is still terribly marked on the carpeting. Despite both, Doris and I had a go at cleaning it. Thank you Willmott-Dixon.

My mind, after my typing Willmott-Brown, churned-over with sarcastic thoughts. Especially after I went to the Nottingham City Homes website and found this clap-trap about the new complex being done. The upgrading of the two 1964 built blocks, Winchester and Woodthorpe Court, and the new Extra-Care block being built between the current ones. I just could not help to do a graphic, and put it under (below) the bit I clipped from the NCH page, for a laugh! I posted it off to WordPress.

That BBNJ (Big Bad Noisy John) was rattling about again upstairs. But not as bad as usually is at the weekend, mind. Fingers crossed!

Winwood-Heights Upgrading Progress – The Truth!

Went to WordPress Reading.

Made a fresh brew.

Then did the Health Checks and made up next weeks dosage pots. Sillily, putting the pills in the wrong tubs so had to resort them all back into the right ones. Tsk!

And the tea tasted horrible. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong. I cleaned and dried the mug and made another one. Hoping the milk had not gone off. This one tasted the same. So, I threw it away. Grumblesticks!

Did the comment reading and replying next.

Back onto Coreldraw, I must get some more page headers sorted out.

Got only one more done and saved.

Feeling a little tired and feeble, now.

Got the food sorted and served on the tray. I nibbled some of the medications, before taking this photo and then very-carefully taking it to the £300 second-hand recliner.

I didn’t drop anything or have owt escape this time. Hehe!

This meal gets a 9.1/10 rating from me. Got the washing up done, and the last Health Checks.

My whole body and being then started to do an odd thing repeatedly. (Unless I had fallen asleep and dreamed it) I was nodding-off, for a few minutes later, waking up with a start. The next nod-off would be half-an-hour or so, and I’d jump back into life with enthusiasm. This sequence repeated for hours and hours. I sense I managed to have some fearful dreams in there somewhere; until I decided I’d had enough around 0330hrs and I got up.

Pathetically, feeling dejected and forsaken?

Inchcock Today – Saturday 7th April 2018

Saturday 7th April 2018

Filipino: Sabado 7 Abril 2018

0305hrs: For hours, I kept waking after scratching at both of my wrists (Lower arms). Nodding off and repeating the process. Somewhere in there, I even had a dream that I was tearing off my own hands while undertaking a transmogrification of some sort. When I woke, I found the wrists sore, red, curiously painful to touch and irritatingly itchy. I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner like a five-year-old. No twinges or hassle whatsoever Apart from the wrist/arms of course), even Hippy Hilda. This in itself was a baffling-to-me achievement.

To the medical drawer in the kitchen, and got the kettle on, and applied some Germolene to the lower arms. This stung a bit at first, but they calmed down in seconds as I rubbed the ointment in well. The flared-red patches on the wrists soon became lighter. Some disappeared, all became less itchy. Confounded me!

I made a brew of the English Breakfast tea in the small China mug and took the medications.

The sphygmomanometer took three attempts to get it to work. New batteries in it too.

The pulse was still low, compared to what it usually is. The sys was up again.

I suddenly felt shiveringly cold. I expect this was due to either the ghost who steals my odd socks and memory or the Alien who hides things from me. Hehe!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy evacuation. Tsk!

I started this post of as far as here, then updated the HORRENDOUS Friday Diary. Got it finished by 0535hrs.

Back to updating this one and went on to the WordPress Reader section. Then the comments.

Went on CorelDraw to do some work on the page-top header graphics.

I tied taking a photographicalisation of the skyline, zoomed in. But it did not come out well.

So I then made one of the fronts of the flats below. With Mr Clipboard taking the mistakenly left-in keys, I could not open the window more than a few inches. I could only get my hands outside for a little distance and had to take this photo blind as if to speak.

It came out reasonably good considering, well, I thought it did. If you are one the thousands of Inchcock Today readers, I’m sure that either of you (Hehe!) would spot the difference in this one, compared to all my other pictures of this parking area?

Yes, you’ve got it. The car at the right end had reversed into his space! That’s a first for this place.

Then, Guess What:

Still, why should they not join in with Willmott-Brown, Nottingham City Homes, the Chemist, The Doctor, The plasterer, Noisy BBJ up in the flat above, Duodenal Donald, Whoopsiedangleplops, the Bank and the others in making my life a misery? Grumph!

It came back on, but the signal was feeble and would not let me work on CorelDraw.

I had close down the new version of WordPress and went on the old editor to get the photos on the blog. Then go back to the new one, to use the full alignment option.

Selected some words to use later, this took over an hour. Got the computer back on and:

Thankfully, it returned after a short while this time. At around the speed of a two-hundred-year-old three-toed Venezuelan Sloth with a broken leg.

Went for a wee-wee. As I was washing afterwards, it dawned on me that the wrists and phalanges, as well as the arms, were free of the red marks and the terrible itching. A bit of a problem and poser as to what caused them in the first place? Not fleas I hope!

This insect got me thinking, and I looked up on the web to see if any insects live in concrete or cement. There was one possibility that showed up; The Jumping Springtailed Entomobrya unostrigata. Very tiny and they like the wet. In 1952 a study was done, with this statement given by Dr M Martin. Cited from Bryk, F. (1955:1824) Springtailed Entomobrya-unostrigata. Bites: “Very discomforting mosquito-like skin irritations attributable to collembolans of the genus Entomobrya attempting to bite.” Whatever did we do before the arrival of the internet? Well, if you have Virgin Media supply it… Oh, Stop moaning Inchcock!
With all the opened-up walls around the windows and balconies, holes are revealing the concrete and cement innards at the moment. And with all the rain we have had, you never know. I must remember to ask the other residents if they have suffered anything similar to my itching blotches.

I made a mug of tea again and took a look out of the balcony windows. Even more crap on the outside of them now. If what Doris says is right, that the balconies will not be fitted for another eight months yet. We’ll need to hire an industrial cleaning service to blast them with high-powered steamers with bleach to get them clean! I bet we will not be able to see out them at all, soon. Just a thought.

I revisited the WordPress Reader.

I went into the drawer in the desk under the computer, to search for a pencil sharpener.

It was most pleasing to find the small steak knife that I misplaced a week or two ago. How or why I put it in that drawer will go in the file with the other mysteries. The Aliens, the Ghosts again perhaps? Anyway, I made another cuppa and wiped off the blood and put a little plaster on the cut hand. What a Shmendrik!

As I was putting away the medical plasters, I turned as saw what must have been dozens of little insects coming down out of the broken plaster awaited being made right on the sides of the window. By the time I’d got the camera, all bar just one of these created had or were making their way back up and disappearing into the cracks and holes. This one must have been like me, suicidal. Hehehe! Because he or she ran towards me. Looked like tiny beetles of some sort to me.

Moments later a dirty great meat fly was buzzing around the glass in the window. This fly was a bit of a Houdini, and despite my best efforts, he avoided being caught and squashed.

Getting late now, and I still had not got any page-top graphics done, and I was getting tired. However, I had another shot at this task on CorelDraw/Photopaint.

Only two done. Not feeling so good.

Health checks were done.

Got the nosh cooked and prepared.

I’m afraid I overdid the sliced potatoes with cheese on top of them.

But I still ate them all, ultra crispy is the kindest word to use to describe them. Hehe! I even rated this effort as an 8.9/10. About time I made a decent nosh.

Washed up and settled down in the £300 second-hand recliner. The TV had nothing on I fancied watching to send me to sleep. So I put a DVD on, Law & Order UK. Not as effective in sleep-tempting as the TV with its advertisements, but they usually do the trick.

It did!

TTFN each.

Winwood Heights Upgrading Progress – The truth! Humph!

The upgrading of the two 1964 built blocks, Winchester and Woodthorpe Court, and the new Extra-Care block being constructed between the current ones. I just could not help to do a graphic, and put it under (below) the bit I clipped from the NCH page, for a laugh!

I just had to release my frustrations with a giggle-graphic. Haha!

It’s no good them suing me!

I’m nearly broke.

On the bink of snuffing it.

Most of it is true anyway!

I enjoyed making this graphic so much.

Hehehe!

This is how things were this week in my apartment after works had taken place:

Entrance door

Hall carpet

Hall carpet

Plastering

Plastering

Plaster on carpet & chair

Curtains on heater

Passageway to flats

1 / 8

Without Jenny’s help, I’d have been in a pickle, cause no one else was showing any interest much in my problems.

It will be months yet until it is all done.

So much more mayhem to get through, yet!

So much for the quiet relaxing old age life!

Inchcock Today – Friday 6th April 2018: Worra horrible day!

Friday 6th April 2018

Turkish: 6 Nisan 2018 Cuma

0245hrs: I stirred into a Spike Milliganish form of life brain-wise. Battling back the harrowing wayward thoughts, and confusion milling about in the grey-cells. A thirst raged inside, and this forced me into physical activity, and I removed my short-plump chubby-wobbly body from the £300 second-hand recliner, almost with ease. Hippy Hilda was still asleep I think, so I moved with considerable attention so as not to disturb her.

I got the kettle on and made a brew. Using the small China mug, I used the English Breakfast tea and the Arla milk.

Took the cup and medications back to the computer, and got it turned on – the computer that is, not the cup and tablets. Hehe!

Irritability Level; Now 2.2/10: I started to do the updating of the diaries and tried to load the photographs to WordPress, but they would not go on (Download). I opened the old version of WordPress and, blow me down with a feather duster, it accepted them. Then, because the old one does not allow full alignment, I had to go back to the new version. Life, is so complicated, involved and complicated, don’t you find? Mine seems full of inconcinnity nowadays. Grumph!

Then I realised I had not done the Health Checks. So I did them.

While in the kitchen, I took a photographicalisation of an apparent Alien Spaceship on the horizon. Or, was it an Angel coming down for me? Maybe it was a North Korean missile? Most likely a reflection on the glass of something in the kitchen.

Either way, it seemed to be coming down over Top Valley. So it could be a Parachute dropping their supplies of knives, guns, drugs, iPads, mobile phones and condoms?

Irritability Level; Now 2.8/10: Just as I got back to the computer, an urgent and sudden need for the utilisation of the Porcelain Throne was needed. So, off to the wet room. En route, it dawned on me that Duodenal Donald had eased-off on me this morning as well as Hippy Hilda. The relief caused me some concern, as it was unnatural.

The actual evacuation caught me by surprise, no sooner was I sat down on the loose-fitting toilet seat, out it came. Slowly, messy. Had a heck of a job cleaning up after the movement. On the bright side (I tickled myself there, writing ‘On The Bright Side’, this does not happen to me very often – Hehehe!), there was only the tiniest amount of blood.

Back to the computer and made this post up to here. Then finally, I got onto finishing the Thursday post. A long job indeed, having to keep changing from on WP to the other to get it ended, but I managed and posted it off.

I tried to get into the account for the bank again, but I still did not know my ID. Spent far too long failing to get into it back.

Irritability Level; Now 2.9/10: Back to updating this one. I didn’t get very far, when another demand for a return to the Porcelain Throne arrived, Oh dearie me! I should best use the words ‘Gooey, with a distinctively putrescent, olid, aroma’ in describing this evacuation. I had a thorough cleansing session afterwards. I was left with the stomach feeling a tad queasy after the visit, where I would have thought it should have been before? An unpropitious indication for my future health here, I guess.

Got on to the WordPress Reader, next.

Back to the computer.

Irritability Level; Now 3/10: I tried to get into the account for the bank again, but I still did not know my ID. Spent far too long failing to get into it back.

Time has shot by again, it is gone 0700hrs already.

Ablutions time soon. A quick look at the emails, then off to the wet room. Got the ablutions completed, remembered to take bank folder with the paperwork with me, and set-out.

Again my reliable but unwanted EQ warning me that agitation is to follow!

I walked down to the end of Chestnut Walk, waving at the two uninterested Wardens as I passed their window.

Stopped at the end of the road to take this picture of the depressing place called home, as I turned down Winchester Street Hill on my way to the Bank to ask for help. (An enigma, my saying this).

Not many folks about again.

I got into the bank and only one other person in there, and he was being tended to. Just as well, only the one teller on duty.

I showed her the letter I’d received telling me how important it is to that I activate my internet account, and explained my difficulties.

The lady said that usually there would be someone who could help me, but not today. I was astounded and irate about this. The lady suggested she gets me a temporary Password. I was much cheerier at this news. She had it sent to me mobile, and I opened the message. I told her could I do this logging in etc. tomorrow, cause I have to go to the clinic and chemists yet today. But No! It expires in 6 hours, so it has to be done now. I was in there for ages and felt guilty keeping other customers waiting. In the end, I thanked her for making me miss my clinic appointment, and left, with stares from those now more aged people in the queue, burning into me. Oh, dear! Irritability Level; Now 4/10:

Really aggravated now, again, after walking all the way down the hill, now I have to walk back up it to log-on and change things.

When I left, sulking and feeling hard-done-to again, all these closed shops in a row were next to the bank. I’m not surprised.

I struggled back up the hill, in a rotten mood.

Irritability Level; Now 4/10: Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald both came on at the same time.

Irritability Level; Still at 4/10 I called in at the Social Shed to see if I could get some comfort from the Wardenesses, who were both in their office. I began to tell Obrguppenfurher Deana about my woes with the bank. Her face turned stern, and she said: Don’t tell me, all the banks are useless in helping anyone. The gal had plainly suffered at the bank’s hands too! Poor thing. She got a phone call, so I lost her attention altogether. Unterofficier Julie was told of my plastering and carpet woes and then the bank farce. I might have well of been talking to the lamppost outside for all the response I got. But, I do appreciate how rushed they are with all the demolition… I mean, improvement, works going on. And precious little extra help for them.

Back to the flat, where I met the chappie who did the carpet cleaning and had a little chinwag. Deana passed by hurrying to an appointment. (She’s always up to her neck with work to do.)

The mini-aliens had revisited the lifts. Hehe! No idea what was they bombed the carpeting with. (Might have been Black Kryptonite? Haha!)

Irritability Level; Now 4.18/10: The knocking and banging coming from the next flat were naggingly persistent. I assume Doris is having her plastering done today.

Irritability Level; Now 5/10: I had the embarrassment of calling the Clinic and apologising to them for my not showing up for the appointment. The last three days have been right disasters and frustrations for me. Today seems to be carrying on, if not getting worse, now! I’ve indeed shown myself up as a milquetoast, with the bank and Nottingham City Home and Willmott-Brown all showing little interest in my problems and my spunkless reactions to this.

Irritability Level; Now 5.2/10: I tried to get onto the bank site on the computer. A right farce it was, getting to put in the new code. Had to work several times before it let me in – Then I had to change the temporary PW with one of my own. You know; You must use upper and lower case letters numbers and give your barefoot height and favourite member of the Beatles, using 9 > 21 digits, on a Wednesday afternoon… Hehe! I’d taken too long picking a code, and it threw me out, telling me I must start the whole procedure again! Irritability Level; Now 4.9/10

Set out to catch the bus down the hill and walk to the chemist in Carrington. Met Cyndy on the way down, she always cheers me up. Irritability Level; Now down to 5/10.

Had a chinwag with a gal at the bus stop. We both got off in Sherwood and walked for a way along together, she was going to her local Doctors and then to do some shopping.

I pressed on along Mansfield Road towards Carrington.

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on the other pathway across the road was moving along at a fair rate of knots, but not in a straight line, or anything like one. I think the two full, heavy-looking shopping bag on his handlebars and his backpack were affecting his balance. So, it is just as well he was on the pavement I thought. A little further on he stopped, to take a swig of lager, I think it was, then carried on his circuitous wobbling ride.

I plodded on down the hill to the Carrington Pharmacy. Feeling stupidly confident the prescriptions would be ready to collect. After all, I called in there on my last blood test visit, just to ask them when the medicines would be available. They told me Friday 6th, and I irrationally and insanely believed them, went home and wrote this down on the written diary and Google calendar.

Irritability Level; Now 7.9/10: Of course I should have listened to my EQ and not bothered going. They were not ready. I could fetch them in the morning. I wanted to tell them of all the hassle they have caused me, and tell them I do not wish them to do my prescriptions anymore! But, being the faint-heart that I am, I said nothing. I just gave them my authentic disappointed, chapfallen, down-in-mouth look, and walked out without saying anything. Revue of Irritability Level; Now: 8.9/10

Despite my frustrations, I spotted these flowers, growing through the gap between the bricks on a wall. Bootiful! Spring is coming.

I walked along Mansfield Road to the Lidl Store and bought food I didn’t need to. My depression was getting real now. I bought a TV guide (the last thing I need, I can’t stay awake to watch anything), Cheese Twists, Cobs, Wiener mini sausages, tomatoes, potato slices and a Melton pork pie.

When I arrived at the self-serve counter and put the things through, I forgot how to get the total up, I pressed the Finish & Pay button, but the total cost did not appear. I was on the card-only till, and had to ask the helpful 6’4″ assistant who looked as interested in my problem as Jeremy Corbyn would be in remembering Margaret Thatchers birthday. He just barged me out of the way with his elbow, he never spoke, pressed some buttons and then I could swipe my card, and walked away, treading on my toe as he did so! Irritability Level; Now: 9.2/10

I was more sad and pessimistic than ever now. I left and out to the bus shelter.

The bus arrived, and I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats. This did not please Hippy Hilda at all. I only travelled for a few stops, but when it came to getting up to get off… I kept everyone waiting as I struggled to get up without risk of the zona orbicularis causing too much pain. (See, I do listen to the doctors, Hehehe!) The silence from the driver and other passengers spoke volumes. Before the bus pulled up and waited for me to get up and off, there was a hum of gossiping, this all stopped, while I made my way off, keeping those passengers waiting to alight the bus waiting too!

I did feel a fool! Irritability Level; Now 9.5/10

I walked up and into the Boots shop. They did have some straight Magnesium in stock. But they wanted £6.85 for a pot of 30! Hippy Hilda soon eased-off after I got walking again.

I left Boots and hobbled further up to the top of the hill and went into the Holland & Barrett store to look for some Magnesium tablets. They were charging £9.17 for a tub of 300. So I bought one. (Yes, I’d forgotten that I’d ordered some from Morrisons) What a foolish Chaim Yanke I am!

Spotted a little more Nottingham Street art on Mansfield Road.

I called in the greengrocers and bought some more tomatoes and three of the seedless oranges. Why I don’t know. I didn’t like the last ones I bought a few days ago? But the lady did smile at me as she took the money off of me, and said: “I’ll see you again, later”.

Caught the bus up to the flats. Feeling tired and weary in the extreme now.

Got back to Chestnut Walk and made my way home to the flat.

Put the fodder away. No wee-weeing needed. Made a brew and got on with the updating of this loquacious diary.

I took a break and knocked on neighbour Doris’s door. She was in. I asked her if she might like one of the oranges and a cheese twist. She liked the idea of the twist and said she would warm it up tonight. No orange for her though, she cannot eat them.

After several hours, and two hours beyond my regular head-down time, I got the nosh sorted.

A cheese twist, sugar-snap peas, potatoes and that was enough. For I felt so tired and worn out, my appetite was minimal. But I fancied the cheese twist.

Serving up the nosh, I dropped the cheese twist, and it fell straight into the waste bin without touching the sides. It landed on top of the used medical swabs, so no way was I going to even think about retrieving it. Humph!

Irritability Level; Now 10.5/10 – I’ve lost all heart and faith in life here now! Hehe!

The meal minus the cheese twist, of course, was appetising enough.

But yet another Whoopsiedangleplop had to be contended with. While in the recliner eating the meal form the tray on my knees, the orange slipped off of the dish. I continued to enjoy the meal, finished it and then got up to wash the pots, and had a look for the orange. I could not see it, so went into the kitchen and cleaned the accoutrements.

Came back to have a ‘proper’ search for the orange. Despite feeling so tired, frustrated and irritable at this day’s disasters and failures, I spent ages, looking in incredibly unlikely places for this piece of citrus – it’s still AWOL.

I got down in the recliner and began to analyse the events of the worst day of the year for Whoopsiedangleplops… Drifted off in seconds I reckon. Kept waking up with the wrist itching like mad – repeatedly?

Should my EQ ever warn me of another day like any of the last five days is imminent, I don’t care what the ‘agony and torment’ bringing Nottingham City Homes, or Willmott-Brown tell me about not opening the windows – I throw myself out of one!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 5th April 2018: Mayhem ridden busy day!

Thursday 5th April 2018

Maltese: Il-Ħamis 5 ta ‘April 2018

Around midnight, I sprang awake, right in the middle of a dream. I wrote down some notes on the pad to use later, and drifted back into the land of Nod, hoping to continue the dream I’d been enjoying.

0256hrs: Woke up, and remembered bits of the dream, saw the notepad scribble and decided to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner, which I did, to the complaints of my doing so coming from Hippy Hilda. Tsk! I wanted to do a graphic of it while it was fresh in my muddled brain. Got the computer on and created this representation of the nocturnal hallucinations.

In my sleep: I had emerged from a grave, Andy Cap hat still on my head, and gone to a tree to have a wee-wee, the tree spoke, through a knot in the trunk that appeared to have lips, thanking me for wetting its trunk. He added something like; “Great drug content in your urine old man, I don’t need the blood though bruv. See you tomorrow!” I think I might have given the bark a hug?

But I had got lost returning to my grave and was wandering around hunting desperately to find it again. I could not recall what was written on the headstone. But, I knew that it was covered in splashes of plaster! I think I enjoyed this dream.

Just when I thought the anguish of the dreaded Willmott-Brown contractor plasterer’s visit to scatter curtain rings around, and plaster all of the carpets, windows, radiator, kitchen sink, WC bowl, front door, a chair and polished wooden furniture, was easing too. It isn’t. Have I lost it or what, please? Double-Tsk! He also left the curtain on top of the working radiator.

The problem is trying not to class the other excellent workmen in the same category as this inept, uncaring imitation human being who has destroyed my home and willpower.

I’ll talk with Cath today at the Social Hour meeting about this. Show her the photographs. See what she says and thinks about it. I’m not expecting too much understanding in return though.

0330hrs: Off to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

Went to get the clean togs out of the spare room. Took this photo of outside. Eerie?

Had a wee-wee.

Got the ablutions tended to and had a Porcelain Throne session. Messy once again. But at least the evacuated product was of fewer colours today. There was no bleeding whatsoever from Harolds Haemorrhoids either. Little Inchies Fungal Lesion made up for that, what a congealed leakage I had to sort out. Humph!

Then, I got on with finishing the Wednesday Diary off.

0445hrs: Then made a start on this one. Got up to here.

0545hrs: The Morrison delivery is due between 0600 > 0700hrs. I stuck the camera out through the narrow gap permitted in the unwanted new kitchen windows. I was amazed to see two free parking spaces. Admittedly, one of them was for disabled drivers.

Had a look at the WordPress Reader section. Then did some commenting.

0654hrs: The Morrison man arrived.

Not so many bags and they cost £10 less than last weeks. Goes a little way to recouping the £30 I’ve been forced into spending on Carpet Cleaning accoutrements!

Got the things out, and there seems a lot of them for the money spent, this time.

The sugar-snap peas looked a bit fresher than the last lot. But the Thoroughbread loaf only had one days life on it. Goodness gracious me!

Got the fodder stored away. Put the bread for the Obergruppenfhureress Wardens, in the bag of nibbles and raffle prizes with the crispy snack mini-slices for Jenny.

Got on with WordPressing again, until 0825hrs. When the door tone to Dusty Springfield’s ‘I only wanna be with you’ rang-out. It was the Willmott -Brown trouble-shooter bloke. (Clipboard) You know of him, he’s the one who said he would be at the flat at 0800hrs two Thursdays ago so I could get to the Doctors on time – and he was late! Ahem! This time he was made welcome after he said that Jenny had told him of my problems with the aftermath of the plasterer’s onslaught on my flat, carpets and furniture.

The Gentleman was patient as I pointed out the worst areas (80% of the apartment) affected. He took some photographs and did apologise, saying it was unacceptable.

God Bless and thanks to Jenny. My Angel. (Well, hubby Franks Angel really, sorry Frank). She is my Wonderwoman.

He departed, saying he would catch me later to get things sorted out.

The place was at times, a maze (that’s not the word is it?) of noise from the works taking place all around. The earlier sounds before the workmen started, was from right old Big Bad John.

I got the photographs I’d taken yesterday of the Derby Stonewall tops and readied them for working on later. I hope to get them looking like mountains and add people and things to the pictures.

Set off to the Social Hour at the Temporary Shed that is also some workmen’s breakfasting room, the Obergruppenfurheresses HQ, Meeting Room and Social Hut.

All set, (I thought) I set off to the Meeting. I got as far as just outside the foyer doors and realised I was wearing the wrong glasses on my head. Back up in the lift and swapped spectacles.

Down as far as I got last time, and Oh Vey! I had not got my hearing aids in! Up again and collected them.

This time I did get a few paces further up Chestnut Walk before I noticed I had not got the mobile phone with me. I felt obliged to go back for it, in case the surgery rang with the INR Warfarin doses and appointment while I was out.

Out and through the obstacle course outside the flats yet again. I’d lost count of how many times I’d tried to get to the meeting. Huh!

The rain had stopped altogether, and the unwarm sunshine kept popping through the clouds.

I’d gone but a few paced, and the plasterer who did such good job of demolishing my flat for me the other day, passed me going the other way. To be honest, I did not recognise him. Let’s face it, I only met him for a few seconds as I was on my way out and he asked if he could do the job then. I’d left him on his own and off I poddled. I came back when he had been long gone, to find the filthy state of the carpets etc. Fair do’s though, he apologised and said he had tried to clean up the mats, but could not get it (the plaster) off of them. He thought the carpets might have been too thin, (I nearly apologised for this, myself to him!) cause he’s never had problems cleaning any others. Sacre Bluer!

I took this photographicalisation, showing both old ramshackle blocks that are being upgraded and killing off a few elderly residents at the same time with worry, and the new extra-care care and the Obergruppenhureress Warden’s HQ in between them.

I pressed on to the Social hut. There were only fourteen people in there today. And just nine of them were residents.

I thanked Jenny for the assistance with getting the flat looked at. I handed everyone a little easter egg, luckily I just had enough of them with me. I put the raffle prized on the trolly, then went around with the box of nibbles.

I put the Sourdough loaf in the fridge for the Warden Obergefreiteresses.

Frank came over after I had sat down with Bill (William on Sundays) and Pete, I think that is his name, him who won the nine prizes in last weeks raffle. Frank sold me some raffle tickets. I handed them to two ladies who sat in the corner. Doris, one of the ladies, won a prize with one of the numbers. That cheered me up. And after they had drawn the raffle, the bloke and Bill had not won anything! Trust kind Cyndy to give him one of hers, bless her cotton socks! ♥

I gave Jenny the packet of small square crispbreads. I thought they might come in for her Saturday Morning Coffee sessions. When she said they would, it made my day. (The chest swelled up – it’s just that no one would notice with my belly wobbling out in front – Haha).

The lads tried to help me with the crosswords. But the ones we did try to do stumped us all. So I had to cheat and look at six answers in the back of the book. I’ve never had to do that before. Usually, there might be one or two I have to succumb to looking at, but six! The mind was just not functioning correctly.

A lot of folks left early. By the time I departed and said my farewells, there were only three or four left in the shed.

As I left, the sun blossomed out. I took the opportunity to try to take a ‘Moody’ picture of the Winchester Court block. But I made a mess of it.

Back in the apartment, I met Doris and showed her the carpets in the flat. She was Godsmacked at the condition of them.

I made up a Morrison order. During which, I got a telephone call from the surgery, very complicated and mind-boggling affair it was too!

New receptionist I think. She gave me the INR dosages: Th 2 – Fri 1.5 – Sat 2 – Sun 1.5 – Mon 2 – Tue 1.5 – Wed 2. But, she forgot to make an appointment for me. Gorblimey! So I had to ask for one for Wednesday 11th April. I was informed there are none available. But she could fit me in on Thursday. I told her about the problems with having it done on a Thursday that I suffered last time it had to be on that day. (Not getting informed of any results or the next appointment until the Monday or Tuesday, then it was too late to fit me in, and I ended up going to the hospital for the blood test and getting told-off!) She said she could fit me in on Thursday. (I was losing the will to live by then!) I said if they can’t fit me in on the 11th, I’ll go to the hospital for it. The reply: Oh yes, I can fit you in on the 11th. I mentioned that the eleventh was Wednesday, not Thursday. Oh, yes, but I cannot get you in until later! I asked when. 1030 is the earliest available. My head was now spinning, and I accepted the appointment. She did not inform me of what the INR level actually was! However, I knew it had to be low because the dosages had increased exponentially.

Concentration was now at a minimum, and mental-anarchy and inner maelstrom almost made me dizzy trying to keep it all together. I had to get these dates down in the written diary and Google calendar straight away, in case I got it wrong or forgot.

Then Sister Jane rang me. I’m afraid that I must have sounded a bit vague as I struggled to analyse what was being discussed. Hope I didn’t miss anything significant or urgent that Jane said. (Oh I did feel a right incompetent Meshugener!)

I got the dates in the two records. Then realised that the Wednesday Blood Test Appointment clashed with Foot Lady Sue coming to cut the toenails! Gnash! I had to ring the surgery to change the hard fought for an earlier appointment. She turned it to 1145hrs for me. This is going to be fun: I might well fall asleep on my way home from the blood test.

Phew! I hope they are right.

Made a start on updating this post again.

The doorbell chimed. This time I didn’t mind at all. It was Cyndy. The girl meant to go to Malcolm’s flat with some leaflets from Blind4you, who she got her new blinds from.

I asked her in, to show her the mess. She was astounded at how bad a condition that the carpets had been left in. I wrote down the name of the company (Blinds4you) in my memo book. When all the building and upgrading work is completed, I will use this company to get them from.

Back to the computer and updating this blog, again.

No, I take that back!

Willmott-Brown’s stalwart Jay, knocked on the door, with a spray bottle and scrubbing brush in his hands. Bearing in mind how late (For me) it was, I greeted the lad with good spirit.

He set about answering his phone – and found it difficult to see the scars left on the carpet. But set about doing his best with the tools supplied to him, to clean up the carpets. A good hour or so later, he had done all he could. But I knew there was still marks all over the hallway carpet and some in the living room, too. Naturally, the gifted charming good-looking young could not see them; with his not understanding how good they were before the plastering disaster job. I managed to force myself into telling the bloke that it was just nothing like it was before the plastering as done. In the end, I showed him the carpet in the spare room, telling him that this was how the other carpets should look. Eventually, and it took some time and discussions, I think he realised that I was right. He pointed out that people have been trekking through the hallway carpet. I told him I had had no more than eight visitors in nine months. And five of them were workmen. We did have a joke or two and could understand his reluctance to accept that the carpets looked fine before the onslaught from the plasterer. He spiritedly gave it another go. Gave-up, and told me he would report things to his Obersturmbahnführer, and inform him of the situation. I pointed out that tomorrow, I have the chemist, clinic and bank to visit, so would not be available, suggesting that Monday would be better. He said his farewells, and off he trotted. Nice geezer.

I started yet once more to update this blog. I got as far as to here, and fatigue overcame me. (It’s getting on and late now for yours-truly) Still much to get done and prepared for tomorrow, but I was incapable of any further concentration.

I got the nosh ready. Had a cold one tonight, so I could save time cooking and get some sleep in… Please,!

No sooner had I thought this, and BBJ started banging about up above. I was too tired to cry. Haha! Sob!

The fodder was a disaster; I have to report. The ‘Extra Strong REd Cheddar sliced from Aldi, might as well have been made of cardboard. The tomatoes were equally as bland tasting. The Lancashire Thoroughbread was tough and dry. The sliced apples bruised. The Baxter’s Beetroot rock hard. The chicken sticks were alright, but nothing special. The beef chunks were chewy and insipid. The sugar snap peas had to have the mouldy ones picked out before risking eating the others, but they did taste good. The seaweed was okay. The lemon mousse was delicious. Overall I can only rate this one at 5/10. A pitifully anticlimactical meal!

Later, the following morning, I found this picture I had missed earlier.

I took this one as that handsome Del Boy like the beast from Willmott-Brown, Jay, was doing his save the day activities cleaning up the mess for me. He’s just finished in the room here, and in celebration, the sun tried to come out a bit.

I must remember the things I need to try and get done tomorrow. Bank about the codes. Chemist, for the prescriptions. GUM clinic to see Dr Petrauskas. New picking-up sticks to replace the one that mysteriously no longer worked after plastering session, and the one I fell over while using it and broke it! I realise that all these things cannot physically get done on one day. And my days are getting shorter the less sleep I’m getting. The lack of buses situation on the weekends. My inability to work with any effect after around 1600hrs each day. With all the late visits by the contractors, telephone calls, etc. I got lost a bit there, sorry.

I washed the pots and got down in the recliner, and listened to the noise above and wondered if I would be able to get to sleep… then, in what seemed like second to me, I drifted off into heaven! Ahh!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 4th April 2018: A Strange Day

Wednesday 4th April 2018

Yiddish: 2018 מיטוואך 4 אפריל

0400hrs: Up much later than usual, thanks to the Nottingham City Homes paying Willmott-Brown to do the upgrading work, and their sub-contractor plasterer bloke; Who left my flat in a terrible mess with dry and semi-made plaster over every carpet, cabinets, the windows and even on my furniture and walls. His kindly putting and leaving the curtains on top of the heater was not appreciated either. Nor was his wet plaster that had run down the inside and dried, stuck to it! – I’m still feeling uptight and discombobulated.

Jumping Jehoshaphat! Grenfell, to be repeated! Talk about showing contempt and disrespect! And this work, is taking place at a significant cost to make the flats a safer place to live in? It’s indeed given me much pain from Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald. Not to mention the hassle, worry and dirtying the flat!

Sorry about that. But I’m still stewing inside at being treated so awfully like an old senile nobody who does not matter… Which is probably true anyway. (No, stop it, Inchcock! Things will not be put right with your whining and griping on…) Desist, you fool!

Only Duodenal Donald, with a bit of hassle from Hippy Hilda, was bothering me at this moment.

Once I had detached my klutzy body from the £300 second-hand recliner, I seemed to settle down a bit and felt a tad more in-line, nearly standard, and a smidge of optimism lingered. Not for much, mind. Hehe!

I got the Health Checks done. There is a bit of a change in the readings this time. Sys has dipped again, and the pulse had shot up to 94. I’m not sure if that is good or bad. But I felt okay physically. (Mentally is my problem – Thank you Nottingham City Homes, Willmot-Dixon and their plasterers of questionable quality… [Stop it”]).

I’m on the last bottle of the ineffective Antacid Medicine. But, the prescriptions will be ready to collect on Friday, I should last out.

I made a brew and took the medications.

Then on the computer to begin finishing off the horrendous Tuesday diary. Thanks to Nottingham City Homes, Willmott-Dixon… (Stop it!)

Made sure of the appointment for the blood test. Made up the nibbles for the staff, got them in the bag. I remembered about getting the AA batteries, Carpet cleaner and Magnesium tablets made a note about this and put it in my pocket. By Jimminee, I’m almost getting organised here… better be careful. Haha!

Back to the WordPressing. Had to stop, or I would not be able to get the ablutions done in time to get to the doctors in time for the blood test. So, I went off for a scrub-up. Guess what I found? Plaster in the WC bowl and on the floor! (Thanks to Nottingham City Homes, Willmott-Brown and the plasterer… Whoops, Sorry!)

Collated everything needed and got to the door to go out.

I could have started crying when I spotted the state of the carpeting, even after all my best efforts and injuries obtained while applying them to try an clean it up. And failing.

I forced myself to ignore this, as best I could. Went out into the flats entrance hall, and turned back to lock the door.

Feh! I even spotted some bits of plaster that had been splashed on the outer door! Hamana hamana! What next?

I went down in the lift. I could hear workmen drilling on the 8th and 4th floor I think.

When I exited the elevator, the electronic information sign indicated it was 0756hrs, the 4th April 2018, 5°c and drizzling outside.

Oh, and we should all pay our rent first.

I pondered for a few seconds on this point, regarding the unwanted changes being done over the past seven months, with many more months of work yet to come. The Nottingham City Homes and contractors Willmott-Brown, have cost me a lot of hassle, money and pain.

The wrongly positions Kitchen heater, having to be moved so I could open the drawer and cupboard will cost me getting someone in to redo or repair the holes left in floor and plaster the holes in the wall underneath the windows.
Getting someone to clean or even buying new carpets that have been extirpated by the plasterer yesterday!
The hassle of Willmott-Brown changing every single appointment for work they have done cost me medical dates and periods of ill-health, and Whoopsiedangleplops.
New curtains to replace the ones left on top of the radiator yesterday.
The electricity bill, nearly doubling since the installation of the new radiators!
The dust and grit got into the computer, stove and… I’ll stop here, I regret having gotten carried away again – Apologies for waffling still!

Out into the drizzle, and wound my way through the maze of barriers and scaffolding to the Glass Recycling Bin.

Which was overfilled and boxes of bottles and jars laid beside it. Deposited my bottles of empty Antacid medicine and Balsamic vinegar amongst them Dry Gin, London Gin, various Wines, Guinness, Port, Champagne, Brandy, Vodka, Whisky, Tequila, Rum, Cognac, Lager, Cider and even an Absinthe one! Pretty good for a five-day period? Alcofrolics of the world, eat your hearts out! Hehehe!

I was already limping a bit with the plates-of-meat, and Hippy Hilda began to play up a bit. Got to the Obergruppenfhuress Warden HQ, all locked up of course at this time.

I took this photograph, looking back at the flats and showing the hut on the left.

The drizzle was very light.

A little further on Chestnut Walk, I heard the cooing and spotted this chap on top of the trees. He was giving out his Wood Pigeon warble, that said loud and clearly: Come on girls, I’m free! Hehe!

Onwards I hobbled to the end of the road and turned right down Winchester Street Hill. As I said earlier, carefully.

Not far down, I took this picture. A rare and precious one, too. It is not often if ever, I have walked down this hill and seen only one car on the roadway!

I gently carefully and slowly made my way down Winchester Steet, left into Mansfield Street, right into Marshall Street and left onto Mansfield Road going up the hill towards Carrington.

Near the butcher’s shop and Chinese Takeaway, two pieces of Nottingham Street Art presented themselves on my path, that needed circumventing, for obvious reasons. Haha!

I continued up the incline, but I stopped a few times to let Anne Gyna and Hippy Hilda have a breather. Over the crest and down to the Sherrington Park Medical Centre easily enough, downhill is far more comfortable for us old ones, you know. Hehe!

It started to rain as I was going through the outer entrance door.

Another new receptionist was on the desk, both this lady and the other one at the back were on the phones. I waited patiently, after all, I was very early arriving.

Gave the lady my name and told her I was in for a blood test. She said she couldn’t find me on the computer system. That’s nice. She asked my date of birth, which I gave her. After a minute or so, she found me and asked what I had come in for. I repeated what I told her on entering the place; A Blood Test. She looked little severe and said, You are early (As if it was a crime!), take a seat, please. So, I did.

Had some difficulty getting into the low chair, what with Hippy Hilda doing her best to escape from her retaining acetabulum every time I try to bend down. Bless her!

I got the crossword book out, but it was a miserable session, with few clues getting answers from me. Five minutes later, I got a gentle yet authoritative poke on my shoulder, from Nurse Ann! Apparently, she had been calling me from the other end of the room, and I did not hear her. So she came over to let me know. The expression on her face forced through a false semi-smile, and she rushed me, still with the rare little-practised smile on her face (Very unnerving!) into her treatment room. This, along with the mayhem and debasement I am suffering. At the hands of those doing the upgrading works reminded me of part of Joseph Goebbels speech given on Hitler’s 56th Birthday. “All forces of hate and destruction have been gathered once again, perhaps for the final time, in the west, the east, the southeast, and the south, seeking to break through our front.” Hahaha!

She reminded me that she only had 8 minutes per patient to get the blood taken, so had no time for gossiping. (Had I been of a braver disposition, I’d have mentioned to her, that it was still ten minutes before the appointment for this blood session begins! But, my being a chicken-hearted, gutless, namby-pamby, invertebrate, I said nothing. She took the blood and found time to smile at me again and to say a few words. I gave her the Easter Egg and departed. Handing in the nibbles for the other staff at the reception. Said my farewells and set off on the walk back into Sherwood.

The bush in the posh house on Mansfield Road in Carrington was now beginning to bloom. And the beautiful pinkish flowers were radiant.

I pressed on ASAP up the hill and down then up again along Mansfield Road into Sherwood.

I called in the Wilko store to have a look for some Magnesium tablets. A lad kindly asked me what I was searching the shelves to find. I informed him, and he went to ask his Supervisor She returned to tell me they do not do them anymore, no one was buying them. I pointed out that I had been purchasing three tubs a month. This statement was not answered. She informed me that I could get Magnesium with vitamin B6 added to them. (I think this was the same as what I was told yesterday in their Broad Marsh, store) The old confusion kicked in here when Dizzy Dennis visited me. I ended up buying some. But don’t think I should use them after all until I get the all-clear from the nurse or Doctor. Tsk! I then went off a mammoth spending spree, thanks to Willmott-Brown and… Sorry. I spent a fortune on stuff to get the carpets cleaned. Vanish Gold, Dettol spray disinfectant, a scrubbing brush, the tablets, some AA batteries, cistern blocks… £41.75. But with the Special Offers, it came down to £32. Savings being made, on the Dettol spray, Vanish Foam and the AA batteries.

I struggled with the weight of the bags, out onto Mansfield Road. The rain had stopped altogether.

I took a photograph of the now busier traffic. Much to the disapproval of the Herbert in the red hat?

I wandered up the road, with about fifteen minutes before the L9 bus was due. At the bus stop, was a lady from Woodthorpe Court. She was reading a ladies magazine and did not want to have a chinwag. Roy joined the queue and got on a direct City bound bus.

On the L9 managed a bit of gossip with the gal and some other passengers, for the few stops we travelled before arriving at Chestnut Walk.

We got to the apartments and up the lift. The lady getting off on the fourth floor.

When I saw all the stains on the carpets, all the misery returned.

I did the Health Checks, then put the gear away and had a wee-wee.

I looked at the Magnesium with Vitamin B+ tablets.

Blimus! They were big! Much more massive than the Trental ones, and sometimes take on getting down. I could not decide whether to take them or not. Next time I go out, I’ll have a look to see if Boots or Holland & Barrets sell the plain ones. I might have to risk these if none of the straight magnesium ones is available.

They do help keep the night cramps down a bit, I think. Sandie Lentz recommended me using these, and they do work. Thanks, Sandie ♥.

1300hrs: I got the computer on to update this blog.

1545hrs: Got it done up to here, and got the meal in the oven. I hope I can eat more than yesterday.

At least, BBJ’s noise from above stopped me falling to sleep and letting the fodder burn.

The ready meal was an Asda-Walmart Lasagne Al Forno. Never heard of these, but the picture on the outer wrapping looked good. IT said on the back of the sleeve, it was finished with Pecorino cheese. Never heard of that either. I looked it up on the web; “Pecorino is a family of hard Italian cheeses made from ewe’s milk. The word derives from Italian Pecora meaning sheep”.

I made some stuffing to go with it, but it didn’t turn out well and only ate a small bit of that. Last of the beef chunks were alright. The Chinese seaweed was okay, too, as were the sliced tomatoes and extra cheddar cheese I put on top of the meal. Overall, an 8/10 for content. Hehe!

A little late again in getting the head down, and surprisingly I struggled to get to sleep. I put on the Munich film to watch, and was soon off in the land of Nod, the dream-filled world of respite from reality.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 3rd April 2018: I was treated contemptuously and disrespectfully today. Feeling aggrieved and dejected. Sorry-for-myself and dispirited with life, now! Duodenal Donald is rampant, too. Tsk!

Tuesday 3rd April 2018

Dutch: Dinsdag 3 April 2018

0255hrs: I woke and lay there a while to gather my thoughts when the brain joins in with the body and comes to life. The mind united with my blubbery body and cascaded into my head, philosophies, axioms, theories, fears, trepidations and a twitchiness that I have never suffered before. Some form of paramnesia? It took me a while to clear most of these perceptions and unfathomable nervous concerns from my grey-cells.

0305hrs: The extraction of the body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner was almost effortless and mostly pain-free. (Confusing as to how this can change every day, I seem to wake-up a different person physically each morning?)

Off to the kitchen to have a look what the weather was like. But I could not get out of the new windows to take a decent photo, so I nipped into the spare room to make this one.

Getting the tablets, sphygmomanometer and medications out of the drawer, I dropped the olive-oil dispenser, and the rubber end-squeezer broke, distributing the Olea Europaea as mentioned earlier over the floor. Fancy that, I said! After Sunday’s farce in not being able to get back up after getting on my knees to clean this same floor, I got the mop and bucket, using these to clean-up.

Feeling rather proud of my achievements, I emptied the water from the bucket into the Porcelain Throne and spilt some dirty water over the bowl onto the wet room floor! So refilled the bucket with clean water and disinfectant and mopped up. I might have muttered something along the lines of; Botherations!

Back to the kitchen once more. Made a brew an did the Health Checks

The Sys has come down at last, and the pulsation rate increased a tad too.

Took the medications with a small mug of the Assam tea.

To the computer and made a start doing the updating of yesterday’s blog. Got it finished and posted off to WordPress.

I had a look at the Nottingham Weather forecast for this week.

Seems like showers, thunderstorms, rain and cloudy for this week, then. Fiddlesticks!

Then I started this diary off. I broke off to have a look on YouTube, watched a video on the Grenfell Fire. London Fire Brigade had stopped using the high-rise ladders some months earlier. A spokesman said, they would not have made any difference. Then they said they were going to use them (Long Ladders) again! People were getting phone calls from relatives trapped on the higher floors, with no hope of rescue. One family, who all died, had rung the fire brigade eleven times, each time they were told to stay in their flat and await rescue! Brigade officers all thought people should have been ordered to make their way out. Perhaps some would have been injured or wounded in the ensuing panic, but he felt that fewer people would have become statistics than there was by telling them to stay in their apartments.

This upset me somewhat, naturally. I had tears coming down my cheeks. I closed down the computer and got the ablutions started.

Had a good session. Took the black bags to the rubbish chute.

Noticed the rain was beginning to fall a little as I got ready to leave.

As I was just about to open the door, a knock came from the other side of it.

It was a plasterer-bloke, who asked if he could do the plastering on the balcony window now, cause he’d had been let down with arranged appointments.

The plasterer looked so sad. So I agreed and then left the door unlocked and shot off and down in the lift.

Some naughty person had left the fire doors wedged open in the foyer. Tsk!

I went through and outside, the drizzle was trying to come through, and the sky kept going dark as I walked along Chestnut Walk.

I stopped to take a picture of the works around the flats, en route to the Obergruppefurheress Wardens HQ and Social Hut. I remembered there was a meeting later today, one of the instructional ones about new things being fitted.

I pressed on the shack. Where a good few residents had gathered. Jenny was organising things for the meeting later on. Cindy and Eric, Big Bad John, Welsh William and about five others were there. I had a chinwag with the ever heartening Jenny then pulrcritudinic Cindy, I’d remembered to take Cindy’s nibble bar.

The bus came, and as it started to rain, the L9 arrived, so none of us got wet. (But I did not get excited, for my EQ told me things were going to get complicated and harassment would follow. It’s rarely wrong, unfortunately.

Had a go at the crossword on the bus. But gave up, my concentration was not right.

Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street, and hobbled up Broad Street up to Hockley and turned right up to and down Victoria Street.

Some retail buildings at the end of Broad Street had closed down and been vandalised. But the ever-optimistic plutomania-ridden Estate Agents had still placed the For Rent signs up.

The Poultry, where the trams run up and down, (When are haven’t broken down, knocked someone over, had a crash, or had a technical failure, that is of course) and where the ‘Posh Shops’ are. I’ve no idea why, there is insufficient parking for tenants and owners, let alone the shoppers being barred from parking on the street. The shop on the right, well, bar actually, is where the stabbings were last month.

I limped down the road and took this photo of the back of the Little John bell tower.

The drizzle started to come down again, but not enough for me to get the umbrella out yet.

Carried on down to the end of South Parade, and over the road then left down onto Wheeler Gate, to the Poundland store, and had a look around, hoping they may have some Magnesium tablets on sale. Nope! I still ended up spending £9, though. Chocolate Brazil Nut misshapes, chocolate almonds, some nibbles for the Social our handouts, including some half-price easter eggs. Biscuits as raffle prizes, and two packets for myself, of Raspberry jam Viennese at 2 for a pound. And some yoghourt covered peanuts. I also got two large easter eggs for only £2, an Aero and chocolate button one. Oh, and a packet of Earthworm Pellets to feed the Mallard with on the canal.

I exited the shop, and hobbled along to the end of Lister Gate and through the dying Broad Marsh Centre (Mall) and out and over Collin Street and down Carrington Street, over Canal Street and up to the canal.

As I was leaving the centre, a young girl was sat against the wall and asked if I had any money to spare. The unfortunate thing had blotches and spots on her cheeks. I told her no, no money, but I do have an easter egg for you. I handed it to her, her face lit-up and she thanked me. I think the novelty of being given something to eat, cheered her a little.

Apart from the drugged up alcoholic youth who is apparently a well-trained member of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist Squad, as he rode off of the pavement onto the road without even looking, while drinking from a bottle, not using the handlebars, and undoubtedly unconcerned about the Highway Code. He probably thinks the Highway Code is a new form of Asian Flu. Hehehe!

You can see the last bit of the Broad Marsh Bus Station and car park as it is being demolished.

When I arrived at the Nottingham Canal, I stood a while letting memories flow to and frow. This is the canal that I got thrown into when I was about five or six years old. Although not from this bridge, one further along.
This got me thinking deeper, nearby was the spot I used to wait for Dad to arrive in his British Railway Horse and Dray, then later the British Railways Karrier Bantam articulate lorry and trailer.

I looked over the side of the bridge, to see a bloke sharing a bag of glue with another, and smoking a slightly thick roll-up between them. I thought they were risking things a bit, I felt that adhesive was susceptible to burning?

I moved to the other side of the bank, in case the gentlemen saw me took offence.

There were no mallards about again today. However, the Canada Goose (My sweetheart from Canada, Pattie, told me off for calling them Canadian, it’s Canada), and the pigeons enjoyed the pellets I threw down for them.

I made my way back a different way, through the shopping mall going in from another entrance, into where the Wilko store is. I called in to get some Magnesium tablets. I couldn’t find any, and no one was about to ask. So I went to the pay desk and inquired of the lady there. She went to have a look for some but returned with the news that they do not have any in stock. Shame that, if the hand or leg cramps cone on tonight, I will suffer. She said you can try the shop next to Brighthouse. So, I thanked her and visited the store. Again, I could see none on the shelves. I asked a young lady, and she shouted out for to a youth, in nappies (Well, he was very young, Haha!) to look for me. Negative again. They only had some Magnesium tablet that had Vitamin E in them.

I started to make my way to the other end of the building, to call in the Boots to get some of my tablets, and noticed the Heron Food Store was still open, so I wandered in. Another mistake! I came out with biscuits, biscuit, biscuits (Well they were very cheap!), some nibbles to go in the hand-out box, a box of belly pork and sauce to cook for nosh tonight, some gammon end-bits and some biscuits. Hahaha!

When I got near the Boots store, several officers of the law, (I didn’t realise Nottingham had so many left nowadays) were sectioning an area off from the public. Thus, I never did get any Magnesium tablets, Phuh!

Back into town and caught the Lp bus back to the flats. Met tenant Mary (I think that’s her name, I get confused you know), and we had a natter on the bus back.

Dropped off and called into the Obergruppenfurhresses Hut.

I was still in time Jenny told me, to get to the flat and drop-off my bags the get back in time for the meeting.

So I shot off and to the apartment.

Took this photograph as I hobbled along, feeling in rather a decent mood for once I was indeed.

Getting into the outer hallway to the three flat’s doors, was so disappointing and instantly down-heartening. Worse than that really!

The state of the carpeting was terribly dirty and covered in bits of plaster and its dust, from the plasterer’s workings I assumed.

With trepidation, I entered the flat.

I have made a post about this incident and the effect it had on me, I’ve already posted it, mostly just all the photographs of the mess!

He’d left plaster in the kitchen sink, every carpet had residue, lumps of half-dried plaster and dust all over them!

Curtains on heater

Plaster on carpet & chair

Plastering

Plastering

Hall carpet

Hall carpet

Entrance door

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Curtains left on top of the heater! He even got plaster spilt on my little corner shelf unit. Plaster on the windows. Plaster on the armchair.

Every time I walked anywhere, I was spreading it around and making things worse! I was in a panic!

I spent an hour or so trying to hoover and brush up the dust, deep-set, lumps and granules from the carpet. All I achieved was the hoover battery ran-out, and I slipped when using the scrubbing brush to try an loosen the crap on the floor, bruising my knuckles. Then, trying to get back up again, hit my head on the door frame!

I decided that I must go to Sherwood and try to get some carpet cleaner, and magnesium tablets if I remember too. Even with Duodenal Donald and Dizzy Dennis nagging away at me. (Thanks again to the health-threatening so-called improvement works). Looked like I was getting Nervous-Hives coming back again on the head and face? Humph!

Off to the shed, where I asked for advice on what type of cleaner to get. Jenny and Cyndy suggested Vanish. I told them of the mess. Then set out to hobble to the shop.

I met with Obergruppenfurheress and Obergefreiteress Wardens Dean and Julie further down the road. I began to tell them of my problems. But, the rain started belting down at that time, Deana told me to talk to them later in the day and in the dry of indoors. I went on a few paces and thought I would return to the flat, as the rain really got nasty then.

Got in and I was in a right mood with myself.

I made up the extra post with the photos of the mess left by the plasterer and posted it.

Now I was really getting ratty. This was due to it already being past my head-down time, and I was nervous about not getting up in time for the blood test in the morning.

Stupidly, I decided to update this diary. Which tool hours further.

Got the meal (Belly Pork) in the oven cooking. Now, my head-down time was really, well gone.

Got the fodder served up. It looked and smelled terrific.

It was terrible tasting! I don’t think I ate a quarter of it. Perhaps my being depressed and morose about the way I’d been left in the quagmire and let down by the plastering chappie and lack of response to my plea for help?

I wrapped and binned most of the meal, had a wee-wee and washed the pots.

Did the Health Checks.

Even the beautiful sun-going-down sky photographicalisation was taken without any genuine appreciation of it, just automatically.

I felt right down in the dumps, bitter and twisted silly thoughts invaded my thoughts as I waited for sleep to arrive. Pondering over the execrable way I thought I had been treated, with contempt, by leaving me with all this hassle and worry, and as I wrote earlier, Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyne and feeling so isolated and nervous. Maybe I am suffering from GAD?

Worried about getting up in time, with it being hours beyond my usual Head-Down time. I don’t want to be late at the surgery for the blood test.

Goodnight all!

Sorry for being so down-in-the-mouth and despondent.

I hope for good news, help (Changes for the better) and cheering myself up soon.

But I won’t hold my breath! Hehe!

Life is not so good with all this undeserved nasty extra-hassle.

TTFNski, each.

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