Inchcock Today – Saturday 14th July 2018: A great trip out despite Accifauxpa – Humph!

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Saturday 14th July 2018

Croatian: Nedjelja, 15. Srpnja 2018

0340hrs: WDPBL02a I woke with stinging, stabbing pains around the right external auditory meatus (Ear Hole). A touch of the Collywobbles (I blame the horrible meal I made, and half-ate last night for this). But Belinda’s Blotches were itching less and not so inflamed.

6Sat02As the body slowly joined the brain in imitation semi-activity, I noticed signs of noctambulous noshing activity having taken place.

The waste bin laying at the side of the £300 second-hand recliner revealed this, in the form of a Cheesy Curl nibbling session. Naughty Me!

The rumbling and grumbling innards continued.

Out of the recliner with ease this morning, and off to do the health Checks and take the medications.

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As I made up the log of readings, I spotted that the sys had been coming down regularly lately. 152 – 145 – 144 -146 – 144 – 145, this time 128. I think that is a good thing, though? Although the pulse had shot up a tad. Probably the shock to the system from putting that horrendous beef into the stomach last night. Haha!

6Sat03The temperature in the room was currently at 31°c – 87.8°c, which was a little lower and welcome.

I’d just put the kettle on the boil, and the grey-cells activated a panic-alarm for me – and I hastily stopped everything I was doing and shot off to the Porcelain throne with all haste available to me! En-route I was sure that the innards last few days reluctances to allow the evacuations was over and a messy, runny session was due. So, I was wrong, again!

WDPBL02a I got on the Porcelain Throne, and I anticipated immediate movement. But oh, no. Nothing but pain as the exciting material came half-way and got stuck. Boy, the agony! I thought things would start to split, so long did it take, all the painful forcing, I could feel the piles bleeding… A Frightful Session. Still, I read a few pages of the book, quite a few pages… Haha!

WDPBL02a After I’d cleaned and medicated things, my rear-end felt so sore. Tsk!

I went to the kitchen to take a Senna tablet and an extra Codeine. I was not sure if I should have been taking the Senna or not, but after going through that evacuation, I thought I better had.

So, Constipation Conrad had returned. Earache Eric and Colly-wobbles attack now, too! On the bright side, Bartholomew Bladder, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Duncan, Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger, Belinda Blotches, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis, were all being kind to me this morning. Haemorrhoid Harry and Little Inchies lesions were both bleeding and bothersome, mind. Overall, things could be worse. It’s been a long-standing fear that all of the ailments one day, will come on at the same time, as the metal ticker. Ooh! Haha!

6Sat06Writing the above paragraph, I realised I had not put the Wrist Health Panic Alarm back on, after cleaning myself up. Without hesitation, I fetched it from the wet room and adorned my wrist with it. Schlemiel!

The view from the new windows with the outer plastic covering, seemed to have lost a lot of the mud splatters, but gained a few insects?

If I don’t live long enough to see the results of the upgrading, I shall return and haunt Herbert, and certain other people. Don’t know why I said that, I don’t believe in ghosts or spirits. Hehe!

6Sat07I got side-tracked when I was about to take the Senna tablet, and started to get the meal prepped.

I put the small potatoes in the crock-pot with water, onions salt and some balsamic and distilled vinegar as seasoning. And shelled the garden peas into a saucepan and added some brown demerara sugar. Both now ready to be heated up later, and possibly to be eaten with some Frikadellens… maybe, conceivably, possibly, perhaps, maybe, percase.

Back to the computer and got on with updating yesterday’s post and got it sent off.

I had a look at what the weather forecast was for the coming week.

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It looks like it will get a little cooler and a chance of some rain at the following weekend. Funny how one misses the rain when it is missing, and curse it when it pours down and one get soaked to the skin by buses driving through the water and showering you wet rainwater. Hehe!

0500hrs: Began to collate this page.

08.50hrs: Got this far, and then went on the WordPress Reader section.

Went onto the TFZers Facebook.

1140hrs: Got a phone call from Big John, I’d forgotten about the Papplewick Pumping Station visit! Argh! Had to shut everything down sharpishly to get the ablutions done in time for when the lads pick me up – Oh dearie me! Back in a bit.

1600hrs: I’m back. I’ll do catch-up from when I got the ablutions done.

6Sat08Got dressed and some nibbles and a small bottle of spring water in the bag, and set out in plenty of time to wait downstairs for BJ and Dave to arrive.

I ambled around the back of the flats and took this picture. It shows Woodthorpe Court in the front, the new build Extra Care block and then Winchester Courts in the distance. All three, 6Sat09when built, will be known as Winwood. Confusing innit? Hehe!

WDPBL02a .Then, after I slipped down the incline into the fencing and swearing a bit, Schlump! I went along the front on Chestnut Walk and took this photograph of the progress on the new build area.

I could see that both the doors were open in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisational Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room hut. So I made my way to it. Jenny and a few others were in there. I was in the middle of having a good chinwag with Jenny, and my mobile rang. It was BJ, who told me to go back to the flats and wait there as he was with David now, and was picking up another David, a tenant as well. So I did.

BJ arrived shortly with Big Young David in the car and lifted Tenant Dave and me up.

We were soon parking up in the car park opposite the Papplewick Pumping station gates.

 BJ had words with the volunteer car park assistant, about his not being able to park in the disabled badge holder space. He asked Dave, the other Dave, and me to get out before he had to reverse in.

WDPBL02 Big Young David accidentally caught my back as I was manoeuvring out of the door. This made me move quicker, and I stretched my legs more than I had planned, landing a little awkwardly, Hippy Hilda didn’t like this, and Little Inchies Lesion started bleeding at the same time, then as I caught my balance, Arthur Itis started the right knee off. I was not in a very good condition for a moment or two. But I was determined to enjoy the trip out and pressed on.

Honda Gullwing three-wheelerAs I waited, I spotted a Honda GullWing three-wheeler motorbike. As luck would have it, the owner, an entertainer at the Steaming Day, returned to the bike to collect something or other.

So I got a good picture of the bike with its ‘boot open’. A cleverly designed bike I thought.

I was still a tad disorientated and am not sure what occurred on the way in, but recall everything after limping down the step as I left the entrance house.

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A different person now, there was no stopping me going on an admittedly painful walk around the periphery of the site and look for photography opportunities.

The first one I took was after I had limped around the lake, and arrived near the mini-steam train tracks. I cut through some trees, to try and get a ‘moody shot’.

Papplewick

After a wander through the old orchard area, I went to look at the amusement area and selling stalls.

There were a couple of trad-jazz bands and lady singers I stopped here and there to listen to.

Plenty of people on old period clothing, and enjoying themselves I’m glad to report.

The selling stalls, I tried to make a panoramic shot. Not very successfully. Hehe!

Papplewick Pumping in steam

Alvis

I spotted the vintage Alvis Sportscar parked up. 

It looked to be in very good knick and cared-for.

This is the first time I’ve looked at carefully at one of these vehicles in real life.

You might be able to see in the top close-up picture, how close to each other the handbrake and gear-level are. 

The car’s layout reminded me of the arrangement of the same equipment on the original Mechanical Horse three-wheeler British Railway articulated lorries made by Scammell.

Many people were in vintage clothing and had taken great care with their appearance.

WDPBL02a At this time, I just had to get to the WC, for Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding again. Fortunately, I had a disinfected black bag, spare PP’s, Daktacort cream, midday medications and Codeines in my pocket ready yesterday. Great fortune at the new WC facilities laid on. No one around when I got there. So, I did the necessary medicationalisationing.

Dressed up folks

Feeling a little fatigued and down in the mouth, I searched for somewhere to get a sit-down.

As I made my way to a spot under some trees that I could usually find a bench free, I was further amazed at appearance some folks who had indeed worked at looking the part in their period attire and accoutrements, hats sticks for the men, and boob displays of the some of the

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Buxom ladies. I got the bottle of mineral water and took a codeine tablet. Hehehe!

BJ found me and asked how I was. I must have looked a bit rough; I was a touch pale I thought when I caught my reflection in the toilet mirror earlier.

WDPBL02a Hippy Hilda was not easing off at all, but Arthur Itis had, bless him. But all

Lady

The hobbling around had made the plates-of-meat sting something awful! I am fated to suffer today.

Near the Steam House, this lady looked perfect in her clothing set-up. Shame, about the mobile phone. Haha!

No seats at the top end, so I hobbled across to the lake in search of somewhere to rest my bottom. I didn’t find any free sitting places, but I was glad I did search there now because a chap was just launching an electrically controlled floating Dalek!

It even shot out a strong jet of water when he wanted it to! I did laugh at this home-made novelty! Haha!

 

Lake

The only seats I could find were benches made of aged and incredibly unforgiving hard, sturdy wood. But at that moment, Hippy Hilda and the feet were the biggest of my pain-giving areas. Tsk!

I settled gently down and got the crossword book out. I’d been there for what seemed like ages, when BJ walked by, then returned, telling me I looked “Bloody awful mate!” We chatted a couple of minutes, and I decided to stand up and get to the top of the grass verge hill, to have a look for a more comfortable seat to change to.

WDPBL02a Well, although in pain from Hilda and the plates-of-meat, with Haemorrhoid Harold now complaining about my stay on the hardwood bench, BJ and I both had to laugh as neither of us could get back up the grass verge. Hehe! We had to walk around to find a little leveller bit to clamber up. He got up before me and had gone over to the shaded area and asked a lady sat there if it was alright if I joined her on the bench at the other end before I caught up with him. Bless BJ: he was looking after me! He said he knew from my appearance how bad I must have been.

I felt such a lot better within around ten minutes.

WDPBL02a I took the evening medications… well, almost. I was using the last of the spring water to have them with, and the final tablet slipped out of my hand onto the floor,

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as the almost empty PET bottle collapsed as I drank from it. The lady kindly retrieved the Vimstatin tablet for me. I thanked her politely, and this started us off having a little natter. We spoke of the old days, the price of bread nowadays and she told me her Mothers sayings in her younger years. My health and outlook brightened considerably.

BJ arrived later after the lady had gone off with her family who came to collect her too, hehe!

Our party of four made our way out of the gates and out over to BJ’s car. Where I fell asleep without any problem or intent to. Klutz!

BJ soon had Resident Dave and me back at the flats. I thanked him, bade my farewells to BJ and Young David, and Resident David and I, made our way up in the lift. The resident Dave, who I had met before (I think?) was a man who spoke proper English and had no sense of humour but was not dull, and I got on well with him. He lives on the first floor.

Oh, Boy, was I glad to get indoors! Well past my head-down time already. I stripped down to the PP’s, disposed of the ones I’d changed at Papplewick in another disinfectant bag. Rubbed some cream on the feet – not a lot though, cause I could not get down to do it properly with Hippy Hilda still playing up on me. Had a wash and a wee-wee. Got the potatoes and peas cooking. Took an extra Trental tablet, already having imbibed the evening ones while out. See, I can remember stuff sometimes. Hahaha!

Then I got the computer on and made up a post with the photographs I’d taken at Papplewick.

I had a most enjoyable four hours out, despite the ailment playing up. And I appreciated BJ making it possible. The pains would have been around if I had not gone out, so I made the right decision in going I think.

Then, somehow, I stayed awake to update this blog to here and then sorted the meal out, too tired to do anything other.

What an absolute Eizel!

WDPBL02a I’d not put the heat on under the potatoes!

So, threw them away and got some chips in the oven to replace them.

Set the new timer and went on Facebook to catch up.

The alarm ringeth.

WDPBL02a Went to take the chips out and add them to the plate that has been laid out with the other ingredients for an hour now, getting all dry!

Argh! I’d not switched the oven on! – A nahr bleibt a nahr!

Turned the oven on, set the timer again and updated this blog a bit more.

If I muck about any more, it’ll be time to get up, never mind get my head down! Will I ever get anything right? – Klotz kasheh, Sorry!

All the excitement of the trip out, Hippy Hilda, Haemorrhoid Harold and the Funny Turn might be to blame… but most likely my inability to survive in life is at fault. Tsk!

6Sat25Got the nosh done at last!

T’was a right disappointment of a meal, again. I suppose having it so late in the night for me, and feeling so drained didn’t help the tast rating of 4.2/10 that I gave it.

The only things on the plate enjoyable, was the garden peas.

I did the Health Checks and got the washing up done.

Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner and put the TV on while I ate an iced sucker.

Can’t recall anything after this, but I must have nodded-off, cause I woke up in the morning. Hehe!

TTFN.

 

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