Inchcock Today – Wednesday 18th July 2018: Got a few Nottingham Beach show Photographicalisations

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Wednesday 18th July 2018

Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 18. Júlí 2018

3Wed022205hrs: Still awake after what seemed like hours… well it was hours actually; of trying to get to nod-off.

I lay there looking at the new growths, spots, and scars on the legs and feet.

Then noticed that the big toe was going under the toes on the right foot. Amazing, Sister Jane had this problem and had it treated a while back with an operation. Looks like I’ll have to do the same soon. This might be part of the reason for my losing my balance more often when walking?

Suddenly, I decided to get up and do the laundry straight away.

Got some clothes on, had a wee-wee, then got the gear sorted and off down to the laundry room. Incidentally, I found the missing for a month odd sock with the non-slip thingies on the soul. It had mysteriously appeared in the bag of dirty washing.

3Wed03The lift arrived and the door, at least I think it was the door, made a heck of a grinding noise when it opened. The din it made was so loud. I wouldn’t be surprised if it had woke someone up. WD50 needed there, I thought. It sounded like a screech come scream from an old horror movie.

The temperature a little lower than of recent, I spied this on the electronic noticeboard in the left lobby.

I got the laundry into the washer and started it on short-cycle. Then I nipped outside to take pictures.

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I took the two above from just outside the lobby doors, and turned left to take some of Chestnut Way, but decided not to, and went back inside hastily.

For there was a gang of youths walking up the middle of the road towards me with cans of drinks in their hands, and they were somewhat verbal. I could not hear what they were saying, but the tone was sufficient for me to decide to withdraw from their vicinity.

WDPAb: Stubbing my wonky toe against the kerb as I retreated to relative safety. Tsk!

Up to the apartment, had a wee-wee.

WDPAb: Knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman and the lid came off. Cleaned it up, took a while to get back up off of the floor, refilled the capsule and freshener tub, and got on the computer. Made a start on updating yesterdays post. The half-hour soon passed by and I was down again to move the gear from washer to the dryer. Being startled once more by the noisy doors of the elevator as they opened again.

Had to clean the filter on the dryer, got the clothes in and going and cleaned the washing machine drum. Back to the flat again.

Got the Tuesday Diary finished, just in time to go down to collect the laundry.

I was ready for the lift doors to grate again, but they didn’t this time or at any time afterwards. Ghosts or Aliens? Haha!

3Wed04aCleaned the filter, got the togs out and folded.

Back up in the lift and into the flat.

Put the clobber away, and had a wee-wee.

I refilled a capsule and freshener pot to use next time.

Took the morning medications. Then did the Health Checks.

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I got the Tuesday blog finished off and posted.

Made a start on this blog. The big toe was giving me some gip now, so I nipped into the wet room to put some Phorpain Gel on it. (Isn’t it a long way down to your big toe? Hehe!)

3Wed05Belinda’s Blotches were looking like they had calmed down again. Not itching so much today either.

I went on the WordPress Reader.

Then the comment section.

WDPAb: I nipped into the wet room to apply some cream to Belinda’s Blotches – Crikey! The place was 3Wed06being occupied by many of those rock-hard-mini-beetles again!

I’ve chatted with many other tenants these last weeks, and none of them seemed to have any problems with beetles of any sort in their homes.

Mind you, a few did mention that their bug-bear was spiders?

I went on CorelDraw for a while, then realised, I had to get the ablutions done if I was not to miss the bus.

All went well, but the shower water was not as hot as usual.

3Wed09I took the black bags and the recycling bag out with me when I departed, dropped the black ones down the chute. Although it was a bit of a struggle to get the waste into the opening, despite my purposely putting far less in each sack.

As I was hobbling along Chestnut Walk, I took this photographicalisation of Woodthorpe Court above me as I passed by.

3Wed10A little further along the Walk and I zoomed in for this one of Winchester Court; Catching the Willmott-Dixon sub-contractors who were working on the mini-hoists, putting the insulation up on the walls. I think.

I stopped a while, to ponder.

The whole sight was mayhem this morning. Cars and vans parked everywhere, deliveries 3Wed11coming in for the builders and faces looking strained and under pressure. I didn’t get a single acknowledgement to the many “Good Mornings” I threw out. Oh, dear! Not like the lads as a rule?

The giant roll of copper piping had been returned to the open no security spot on the grass verge. Unless it is a new one that’s been delivered.

I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Obersturmbannführeress 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 somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. Had a little natter with a few of the gals in there, then we all made out way outside and joined the lengthy queue of tenants at the bus stop.

When I got into town, I had a limp around the Nottingham Beach amusement area.

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This year, the sand on the beach was apparently not from Skegness. I think it was the imitation crushed-sea-shells stuff, from France. Just an off-white colour and very fine, but hard to the touch.

I hobbled around, no problem there, I reckon there were only about twenty People in the area, and some of them were not Nottinghamians but showmen. On the free beach, there were only three adults and three children.

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I made a point of checking out the new ride, for Marie and Pattie who asked about it on the TFZer site. The two bored young assistants were probably wondering if they will ever get any interest shown. Hehe! The young lady running the kiddies vehicle roundabout was bored-stiff as well, she’d started cleaning the car wheels!

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WDPAb: I made my way to the Pound World shop to get a Pork Farm Pork Pie; if they had any in stock (They didn’t). I came out £18 lighter.

Back up Chapel Bar and into the Market Slab Square via South Parade.

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3Wed17I think the street cleaner mobile that left the road and gave the poor chap a bit of a scare as it passed by him with about 6″ to spare is a Scarab Minor.

Diesel-powered, permanent clutch-free, single-pedal control. Custom Chassis with a tight turning circle. 69kph. Efficient sweeping and suction performance… And; It’s made in England! Oh, Yes! – However, it is owned by an independent construction group in France. Winning the World Cup, Helping the EU to crush the life out of Brexiting Britain and now, holding Scarabs that Scammell used to in days long gone. Vauxhall and Opel being sold to the company (The French Government owned) and have majority shares in Peugeot, Citroen, and Renault, for 2.2bn euros… You can get feeling low at times, you know! Hehehe!

3Wed20I made my way back to the bus terminus, feeling a little pessimistic, now.

Up Queen Street and looked down the hill to take this picture of the new style buses on the Blue Routes.

I caught a site in the viewer of the coffee shop in the same colour as the buses. Caffe Nero is part of Rome Pikco Group, a holding company 3Wed21that manages the chain’s presence in the UK, Turkey and the Gulf states. The company, which has 613 stores in the UK and Ireland, paid no corporation tax in the UK last year, despite ringing up profits of £25.5m. Sorry, but I’m in that sort of ‘Need to Moan’ mood at the moment.

I spotted on the waste bin on the kerbside, an advert for Summer In Nottingham entertainments. I thought the TFZers might be interested. If they are all as popular as the beach and amusements today, things might be looking a little bleak! Hahaha!

A lady who lives in the same block of flats as I, got on the bus. Another tenant got on at a later bus stop, but the vehicle soon got packed with passengers.

I was fighting to stay awake now, what with no sleep again last night. Bless him, the driver did his best to help, but despite his Demolition Derby style of driving, I drifted off as the bus started to go up Winchester Street. Thank heavens for the ladies who again woke me up, with a mocking, but not nasty laugh from them both. Bless them both! Hehe!

We three got to the flats, and Roy joined us as we entered the lift. How Roy does it at his age amazes me, but he got off of the bus behind us and caught us up!

We said our cheerios as each got out of the elevator. I got myself in the flat and wee-weeing with alacrity.

I got the bits away and decided to have a can of tomatoes with onion salt and a pack of pasta tomato and mushroom sauce mixed in with it, and the Oakpack “Naturally smoked Canadian Maple flavour American Style bacon”, with some Scottish Plain bread. The bacon is produced in Tipperary in Ireland. Owned by a Belgian company and sold to me by the German firm, Aldi, in Nottingham. I will cook the bacon in a Chinese made roasting tin. And the tomatoes in a Hong Kong saucepan. They will be eaten with Made in Hong Kong cutlery, on my Made in India plastic plate and my Made in Birmingham tray by the Yotosuma Corporation. Then take my Made in Germany, France and England medications. Internationalism at its best. Haha!

Plenty of banging and drilling noises from the Willmott-Dixon lads doing the cladding outside. Can’t be helped.

Went on Facebooking for a while.

Then, I got on with updating this diary.  Then did some more Facebooking.

I can smell the bacon now, so time to get the meal sorted methinks.

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3Wed30That USA style bacon with a hint of Canadian Maple was delicious.

The Lidl tomato and mushroom sauce was not palatable, but I drank the juices.

Shame, an overall 5/10 taste rating.

Washed the pots and took the evening medications. Heres where I found out the NHS prescriptions come from:

  • Warfarin: WARF (Wisconsin Alumni Research Foundation – America) and –arin from coumarin.
  • Pentoxfyline (Trental): made in Germany.
  • Simvastin: England and USA made.
  • Bisoprolol Fumarate: Made in USA, France, Italy, Germany and England.
  • Ramipril: Made everywhere.
  • Codiene Phosphate 30g: Made everywhere.
  • Peptac: Made in England, but not as affective as they claim for duodenal ulcers.
  • Corticosteroid Cream: Germany, Italy, France, Poland, America, Canada, Australia, Saudi Arabia, Netherlands, Sweden, Switzerland… etc.
  • Morphine sulphate 10g: America, England. Italy, Germany, Poland, Lithuania… man more.
  • Enoxaparin sodium 100g injection: Made in UK.
  • Furosemide diuretic: Everywhere (It’s cheap to produce?)

Internationalism at its best, again. Haha!

Did the Health Checks and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. Kept nodding off and repeatedly waking for hours.

Decided to watch a Police Interceptor episode – fell asleep.

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