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.

2 thoughts on “Inchcock Today: Thursday 7th June 2018

  1. You may have been “doing the time warp again” (remember Rocky Horror Picture Show?), and getting photos of things from days gone by. Pretty cool, actually. At least Morrisons offered you a £10.00 voucher for cancelling your order. I love the photo of the laptop glowing in the center of the black void. May be how you got time warped. You are expected to your appointment with City Homes (or is it City’s Homies?) but their people, contractors, et al aren’t expected to keep their appointment with you? Sounds about right.

    • Cheers. Ah, Warped seems to be the word of the week for me, Tim. Spot on!
      I reckon the Aliens must have infiltrated the Lumix when they visited.
      I wish I knew why the Morrison order was cancelled?
      Glad you liked the computer shot, Sir. Homies? Hahaha!
      I fully anticipate the arrival of the man this morning and on time (0830hrs) to do the kitchen window plastering repairs (again). Hehe! Then I will have to get out again to do some shopping. Gawd, the heavy bags are doing me no good.
      Cheers, Tim.

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