Inchcock Today: Thursday 7th June 2018


Thursday 7th June 2018

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 7mh Ògmhios 2018

0020hrs: I sprang into semi-life as if I’d had an electric shock. The mind was concentrated and determined that the laundry must get sorted straight away. Nothing was going to get in the way of my carrying out this task. It was as if my life depended upon it.

As I was getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner and looking for my slippers, a silly Churchillian Quote came into my mind “We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us.” No wonder I’m crumbling! Hehehe!

This energetic resolution appeared to give me a new lease on life (Albeit, it didn’t last long). The ailments, despite Hernia Henry giving me a fair amount of pain, were of no concern to me.

Whoosie3W01 Looking around for the footwear and stubbing my toe on the towel airer, just didn’t bother me! Such was my Sitzfleisch and unwavering (Temporarily, fair enough) assertiveness. There was a new, unconcerned, pertinacious man in the flat 4Thu001this morning!

Then gathered the requirements and was off down to the laundry room minutes after having risen from his recliner.

I got the washing in the machine with no hassle and popped outside to take this picture of the view.

4Thu02Back up to the flat, observing that according to the Nottingham City Homes electronic display board in the lift lobby, it was 0041hrs, 11°c with light cloud outside at the moment.

Where I got the morning Health Checks done, and the medications were taken.

The readings all seemed to be fine to me. Although the Sys is continuing on a downward spiral; 155 – 151 – 149, and this time, 144.


4Thu03No signs received of any Porcelain Throne requirement as yet.

The now throbbing stubbed toe was getting a bit annoying.

At this stage of the morning, the new found gift of mental control and will-power toe withered away and the usual worrying, prevaricating, pontificating, fretting, and self-traducing returned. Along with a few of the regular ailments. Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger, and the Fungal Lesion began bothering me pain-wise, all at about the same time.

4Thu01And now my mindset, objectivity, and attitude to life returned to its usual often depressing, and singularly ever increasing confused state. Tsk!

Down to move the clobber from washer to the dryer. I noticed this sign on the Tenant’s Notice Board. Too late for me to consider it, with payment needed by the 7th May. Still, I’d only spend more money that I can’t afford to. Hehe!

4Thu06On the way back to the flat, this notice caught my eye and prompted some thoughts on the situation to burst forth. Reporting Drug Use: (Which has often been done by fellow tenants,) I notice that they no longer advise the few honest Nottinghamians left, to speak with the local or passing Police Officer. This is because, of course, there are no local or passing Police Officer left.

On all of my last four trips to Nottingham, I have not seen a single police officer. Fair enough, I did see one police car with its blues and twos on, they would likely have been running away from a gang of youths or just rushing at speed to avoid anyone who wanted to report a crime. Sarcastic stuff here! Thanks to the Government cutbacks.

4Thu05I made a start on this post, and it was soon time to go down again to collect the laundry and titivate around a bit.

I opened the washer and started to clean inside the drum. After three wipes inside the grey rubber seal, I had removed the following: Bits of eggshell, what looked like a piece of metal, and two unrecognisable items of food or waste?

4Thu07Then got the laundry out of the spinner thingy, folded up and into the bag.

Wiped the drum and cleaned out the filter.

Reflux Roger was not helping with his making me take deep breaths in.

Still, at least I know the lungs are still working. Haha!

4Thu08Up and got the togs stored away got the kettle on and had a wee-wee.

Got the computer started, and unfortunately, a Dizzy and out-of-it spell hit me. My EQ told me I was going to suffer today. I have to admit I hate it when these spells occur; I’m so out of self-control with how the mind gets its blanks, and confusion cause memory losses. Still, this one did not last long at all.

Then updated yesterday’s post and sent it off.

There I was, expecting the Morrison delivery to arrive soon, then I got this email.

Whoosie3W01 They have cancelled the delivery, due to ‘operational issues’. Oh dearie me? 4Thu09 I’ll have to try to get out for some stuff today then.

Went on Facebook to get caught up.

Got the ablutions tended to.

Got the bag and set off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation, telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed.

Whoosie3W01 From here on things may get a little vague and or confused in places. Sorry about this, but blank spells in the memory took place here and there for the next five hours or so.

I did meet the Willmott-Dixon boss in the lift while going down and we spoke of things I’m not permitted to repeat on my blog by Nottingham City Homes Management. I think it was arranged for someone to call at the flat at 0830hrs in the morning to finish off the kitchen window holes and gaps.

The Social Hours, I think went very well. Much laughter, ribaldry, and even singing took place. (Vague memory)

I think I went on the bus to Arnold with Margaret. Get the feeling that I was talking with Margaret and not in control, confused.

Got some belly pork from Chambers Butchers. The last thing I needed? Went to Fulton Foods and got some BBQ cooking sauces (Neither wanted or needed), and something I did need, some bottles of mineral water.

Pretty sure I met Margret again in Asda. Again, I did not buy things I needed, but many I did not need. More spring water, potato slices, mushrooms, cheese curls, a turnip, and one thing I did mean to get, a packet of oven-bottom muffins. I know this, cause I found the food and receipts when I got home and the Blanks faded. (Vague memory)

I think Margaret and I caught the bus back together. Both loaded up with her trolley and my two heavy bags of fodder.

Whoosie3W01 When we got back to the flats on the bus, Margaret had to wake me up. I do remember feeling a fool!

Can’t recall getting from the bus to the flats, but can remember saying cheerio to Margie in the lift?

I must have put the food away, cause I found it later.

There must be other stuff that I cannot recall that took place.

Health Checks were done, cause I found the results written down ready to go on the computer record.

Not sure about what happened next, but I woke up in the £300 second-hand recliner with a tray of half eaten dinner on my knee, and bits of crumbs etc. all around me, the TV was on. I panicked a bit. The first thing I did was to struggle out of the chair go and check taps, cooker etc. in case I’d left something on. All looked fine. I washed the meal pots.

I was feeling more in control now and remember most of what followed. No more blanks now.

Settled back down, turned off the TV. Then realised I had not checked in the wet room taps and sink, so got back up and did so. All clear in there. Phew!

After getting down in the recliner again, I fell asleep in almost seconds.

Woke with a heavy-head around 2230hrs. I laid there thinking through and making sketchy notes on the pad to use when I update this diary in the morning. A sudden decision was made. I will get up now and do the updating, for I feared if I left it, all the memories of the day would be lost. I found a sign over the Computer to remind me that the workman will be calling at 0830hrs about the window. I could not recall making this sign at all, but I was glad I had. Tsk!

4Thu11So I got up, had a wee-wee and made a mug of tea, got the computer going and started to update this blog.

I was about to take a photo of the evening sky and the lights coming into the kitchen and was surprised to find a picture of last nights meal on the SD card when I downloaded the card onto the computer. I must say, considering I could not remember making this meal, let alone taking a picture of it, I was impressed with how good it looked but amazed that I 4Thu10should have made such a dirty-great big plateful! And, where did I get those fresh garden peas from? Hahaha!

This daytime photograph is yet another mystery. The date on the card told me I took it today at 1350hrs. No recollection of doing so at all.

Had the Aliens, ghosts or another mysterious entity 4Thu13done it for me? Also, like the meal picture, it was of a decent quality, had I actually taken them?

The night’s lights combined with Noisy Herbert’s made a decent shot.

It suddenly dawned on me (This type of dawning does happen occasionally), why I was so fascinated and thought the shot of the 4Thu12kitchen looked so different to other times.

It was the thicker and more numerous frames with having so much light blocked out.

Had another short, sharp wee-wee, and tool last nights medications that I had missed.

I pressed on with the updating, had another wee-wee and then made another mug of tea, as the morning arrived and hopefully, the memories of such a horrendously confusing day of ‘blanks’ was naively, destined never to happen again.

Inchcock Today: Wednesday 6th June 2018


Wednesday 6th June 2018

Norwegian: Onsdag 6. Juni 2018

0350hrs: I woke up passing repetitive, most persistent elongated winds from the rear end, the stomach-churning, feeling dizzy and with Shaking Shaun in attendance.

My first thoughts were; “Hello, what’s going on here?”

Within minutes, things had calmed down (Thankfully!). The shakes and dizzies had departed, only the tummy grumbling persevered. Soon to be joined by Anne Gyna.

The early morning struggle to get free of the £300 second-hand recliner was achieved with relative ease today. Off to the kitchen to put the kettle on and get the Health Checks done.

Which had to wait a while, as I noticed the nose had been bleeding again. Off for a wee-wee and clean-up the facial features (Hehe!), and found that Little Inchies fungal lesion had suffered as well. But Harold’s haemorrhoids were not leaking, stinging, but not bleeding.

3Wed06I got the computer started.

Back in the bedroom/front room to get the camera, and I spotted that Noisy Herbert was up and about.

I could see the light from his metal foundry and noise producing room above was lit up and offering a threatening of noise to come scenario. This caused me some concern.

Notice the reflection of the computer screen in the top picture? Unintended.

Back to the kitchen and I managed to manipulate my way through the tangles of security wires, through to the 4-inch gap as I opened the window as far as it would go.

Lumix out, and up to the right, I noticed that Herbert’s balcony floor had been broken. A bit scary to think that all there was keeping the old balcony from falling away while we stood on it, were a few metal rods and 2-inches of cement.

I took a final photograph of the misty morning view.

Then remembering that the staff at the surgery had booked me in for another late appointment at 1140hrs, my spirits drooped. I’m sure they do it on purpose, the swines. If they do it again, I’m going to stop giving them any nibbles. Not that this will make any difference to them.

Eventually, I got to do the Health Checks at last.

The pulse was down even further this time and an odd set of pulse readings up to now this week. Mon 82 – Tues 101 – Wed 73 and now 78. Up and down a bit lately?

I made up the log, so I could take it to the surgery for them to throw it away, ignore it, or use it in the WC.


WDPac Suddenly, crucially and with all haste available, I had to get to the Porcelain Throne. Bit of a panic, I don’t have the foggiest idea how I managed to get there in time. But I did, only just, mind! Messy, sloppy almost liquidified. Splashes and squirts of considerable force meant I lost a lot of time cleaning up afterwards! But, at least the piles had not been bleeding. While doing the cleaning and antisepticalisationing of the wet room contact surfaces, I remembered I must get to the Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre soon, to get a replacement DVT First Responder Attention Card.

I got the Tuesday Diary finished off and posted. Went to the WordPress Reader, and replied to a comment.

Then began creating this post.

Got the nibble bags made up, paperwork in the jacket pocket, crossword book in the bag and had a wee-wee. I must remember to get to the Chemist as well, for the missing antacid medicine. Got the rubbish bags sorted and ready to take to the chute.

Got the ablutions and medicationalising tended to. Took the black bags with me on the way out. Pressed the call button on the elevators, and watched in amazement as the cages of both lifts, shot up and down missing me off for a good while. Eventually, I saw the doors glide (Well, more a scrape) open, it had arrived.

WDPac Unfortunately, at this time I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Shmeggege! So back to the apartment and collected them. Got the lift quickly this time, and as I was going through the Foyer, there were Penny and Gladys (I think), two great, lovely ladies.

We had a laugh, joke, and natter for a few minutes. Then I had to set off. I met the plastic mending lad who I expected to arrive yesterday. He said he was poorly yesterday. One Day Man-Flu perhaps? Hahaha!

3Wed09Along Chestnut Walk, and down Winchester Street hill. On to Mansfield Road in Sherwood, where this naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came by a little too close for my comfort.

Give him credit though, after I called out my displeasure at his actions, avoiding using any bad language of course; the lad got off and pushed his bike along until there were no more pedestrians nearby him. Thank you, young 3Wed10man!

I carried on up the hill, and blow me, another Nottingham PAvement Cyclist came passed me even closer and more speedily!

I shouted out a Thank You, and he questioned my parentage and gave the one-finger salute, and just carried on.

3Wed28Got to the surgery and logged in. Another new receptionist was on duty this morning. Shortly after I got the crossword book out, my delight was confirmed, it was Nurse Nichole who called me into her room. A few laughs as she sorted me out, gave her her nibbles bag, thanked her and the then dropped a bag off for the receptionists on the way out.

These flowers in a garden near the surgery had so many odd-looking small dark bees feasting on the pollen. I assumed. If anyone wouldn’t mind telling what flowers they are, I’d appreciate it. So pure white, beautiful!

Down into Carrington and called in the Chemists. I told the young lady about my not getting the bottles of antacid in with my prescriptions last week. She skulked off to talk to the dispensing chemist, who did not speak to me at all. She returned to tell me they have none in stock at the moment, but will order some? My EQ said to me that the naughty little Shaygets of a pharmacist knew the medicine was not on the bag of prescriptions before! She added that I could try Friday or Monday when they should have been delivered. This all sounded dodgy to me! I told them that, “I’d been without any medicine for two days now, so what’re another five days agony to worry about.” I need not have bothered. All I got back was vague, blank, empty, hollow, puzzled expression as she wandered back to the chemist. What a credulous, yet gullible person I am!

3Wed19I left the shop feeling a little like I’d been conned again and went in the Lidl shop. I came out with Strawberry Ice Cream cones, Plain yoghourts some cheese twists, seasoned sliced potatoes and a tray of Hasselback Potatoes. No, I’d never seen or heard of them before. Contents listed as, potatoes, rapeseed, flaxseed, sea salt, black pepper, natural flavourings? Spice extracts and sunflower oil.

I used the self-serve tills and was struggling to find the cheese twists to input, and a young man came to me and calmly showed me where to see them in the system, and inputted them for me. With a smile, no sneering, snorting or dirty looks either! They won’t hang on to him for long, he’s too sociable and helpful for Lidl.
I thanked him, paid the bill and went out to get a bus back into Sherwood.

I got off of the bus and popped over 3Wed20the crossing and called in the Wilko store. I got some Dia-Limit capsules. Stress relief tablets, another bottle of the liquid soap flakes and something for the raffle prizes at the social hour meeting at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents Porta-Kabin, tomorrow.

I’ve never seen these before, flowers yes, I got one for Jenny a while ago, but never Tomato seeds are grown in a can?

Could be interesting. Hehe!

I called in the Co-op shop in the hopes of finding some fresh pod peas, and they had some in stock! Yehaa!

3Wed12bCaught the bus up to the flats, and met Cyndy as she got on the bus, a chinwag with a lady on the bench.

Then walked towards the flats and Cathy came out to hand me the DVDs she had been watching, bless her.

It looked like an Air-Conditioning unit was being fitted on the second floor.

3Wed14Of course, it might have been anything really.

The Willmott-Dixon lads looked to be fully occupied and busy, scattered about between the two old courts and the new build.

I hobbled on and got into the building and up in the lift.

When I was getting out of the elevator, I 3Wed15noticed the lights were on inside the shaft. So I took a picture in the gap in the floor, so we know how far we have to go if the lifts fail. Hehe!

To the flat and by then I had to scuttle about a bit to get to have a tinkle in time. All was well, though.

Did the Health Checks. 

I got the food purchased out of the bags and took a photograph or two of them.

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As I was doing this, the doorbell rang out. It was the plastic’s lad, come to make a mess for me and leave the curtains where I can’t get them back up or down. Bless the little scallywag!

He was only here for about fifteen minutes or so. Here are the results:

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But he is a likeable lad and is being driven mad with all the changes and alterations to his schedule, thus moans from tenants, he keeps getting. No complaints from me, though. Oh, maybe the curtains? Hehe!

At last, we can see the progress being made at last. But having the electrician in to do the fitting of the Fire Sprinklers is very unnerving. As I’ve mentioned before, the chap who fitted the wet room for me, was brilliant! Cleaned up as he went along all the time. And he had to take out the bath, drill into the remove the old floor and lay a new one, do the tiles, etc. It took him seven days on his own. The electricians who came to link up the power, and they made more mess in 12 minutes than the other chap made in a week of working.

So it should be understood that I actually fear the electricians being let free in every room and the hallway to fit the sprinkler system. Oy vey!

Then, of course, we have the new fire alarm and the… Never mind!

It looks like a battleground in selected areas. Haha! Only joking folks.


I got on with updating this post, did the last Health Checks and got the meal prepared for digging into with my ever-decreasing number of teeth. Hehehe!

3Wed29aI hope the new Hasselback potatoes are okay. Wasn’t Steven Seagal called Hassleback in the brilliant Under Seige film? I might watch this on DVD tonight instead of the Gogglebox.

Served up the nosh. By gum, those Hasselback spuds were delicious! The garden peas were not as sweet as I expected them to be. The cheese twist was delicious, though.

3Wed30Overall an 8.9/10 taste rating.

I removed the cotton wool and plaster from the blood vein area. I noticed that the tiny black specs on the mole or spot (whatever they are called) above, had returned. Crossing my fingers that this one does not disintegrate and cause problems like the one did last year.

I shan’t bother telling any medical staff at the surgery, I know that I’ll get one of the two regular comments. Either “Keep an eye on it!” or, “What can you expect, with all your problems and being on Warfarin” Hey-ho!

I got settled again and watched the Under Seige film on DVD. Kept falling asleep and having to rewind, but I got through it in the end.

I hoped I don’t become wamblecropt, with eating all those gorgeous potatoes. (Belch!).