Monday 10th September 2018
Nepali: सोमबार दिसमबर 2018
0200hrs: Woke after only getting three hours kip, unwontedly, feeling in decent nick and half-aware of what was happening. I had a little hassle in removing my plenitudinously proportioned torso from the £300 second-hand shuddering recliner, but no Accifauxpas suffered.
The ailments were uncommonly quiet.
Off to the kitchen and got the Health Checks done for this morning. Then on the computer to update the record log for last week on Excel.
Plenty of short-sharp-stinging wee-wees, but no call to the Porcelain Throne, yet.
Made a brew, and a start on this log then went to finish off yesterday’s Inchcock Today.
Thought I’d have another mug of tea, I let the first one go cold. As I rose out of the computer chair, the coxalgia gave me a few twinges.
Got the Sunday post finalised and posted off to WordPress, then made a start on this blog.
Visited the Porcelain Throne.
Three pages of the book read, and I was interrupted by an onslaught of EBWIBBB’s, (Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting Beetles). The attacking force came from I know not where, but most of them ended up being showered down the wet room drain or trod on! After this attack, I didn’t see a single one again in the shower room?
Had a long medicationalising and clean-up, teggies, shave, showered. No need for rushing this morning. I made sure every somandric crevice was given a deep cleansing, then medicated certain quarters requirant of it. Hehe!
Had to go sparingly with the dwindling supply of Daktacort/Miconazole nitrate antifungal cream. Must remember to ask the Doctor for some more at tomorrows blood-test session.
Then I got the waste bags sorted out. With the entry point at the chute now made so small, I have to put so much less rubbish in each pack, or I can’t get it into the chute. With the old opening, I could have used two bags. But this morning I had to make up seven much smaller sacks of them. Also, I took a large white bag of recyclable gear down with me on the way out. Just thought I’d mention it. Haha!
I had grubble about to make sure I’d got everything needed, and not left anything on I shouldn’t have.
This time the ornery dang EBWIBBB’s had invaded the kitchen! Tsk!
That was it! I decided to get some weapons and or bullets to use in my losing battle with the varmints! Whatever the cost. I decided to call at the main Wilko shop in town in search of something that might be effective in ridding my flat of the ruthless little raiders!
This is War!
No one in the foyer, so I hobbled out and took the white bag to the caretaker door. I actually met him today, and of course, he was on his mobile phone. I don’t know why I bothered saying that? You can take it that he is always on his Mobile Phone. If he is not doing anything physical.
I bade him a good morning but was ignored.
At least I didn’t get the hand up, indicating: “I’m not to be bothered, I’m on the mobile,” this time.
I met a Willmott-Dixon chap who did answer my ‘Good Morning.’
I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin.
Obersturmbannführeress Warden Deana and Generalleutnantess Warden Julie were in, along with a few tenants. A jolly enjoyable nattering session took place.
I travelled on the L9 along with Penny, and further laughs were had.
I got into the Wilko store and spent rather a lot of dosh. Buying Fragrance Boost, Spectacle cleaners, and wipes. Liquid Soapflakes and bleach. I perused the fly killer shelves but found nothing for weevils or beetles. I did get two sprays. One an expensive fly spray and one an even more costly flea spray. I paid the lady at the tills and went to the Poundland shop next door.
I spent again. Jelly babies, Steak slices and food storage containers.
I walked down Clumber Street East to the end.
Where I found this piece of Nottinghamian Street Art, on the new benches. It doesn’t show in the photograph, but steam appeared to be coming out of the £4 carton of coffee?
Then I turned to face back towards Clumber Street.
Boy oh boy, did the residents of this fair shoplifter ridden Olde City look depressed or what?
I almost felt like giving them a song and dance in an effort to cheer them up a tad! Hehehe!
I took another more zoomed-in picture.
My mind wandered off when I noticed the peoples vague yet concerned expressions.
- Are they worried about Brexit?
- Having their Benefits capped?
- The Crime Rates?
- The NHS?
My mind was snapped out the pit of pondering it was swimming in, when a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist passed me swiftly, a little too close for my liking.
I called into ‘The Works’ shop and had a look around at the crossword books and Non-fiction they had on sale.
I departed after finding nothing of interest to my mind (Not unusual this!).
I went on the gloomy looking Slab Square and watched some winos and youngsters having an argy-bargy.
I moved towards Queen Street, to catch a bus back to the flats.
As I turned up the hill, Hippy Hilda gave me some stick. Incomprehensibly, seconds later there was no pain?
I’ll mention this on my next visit to the clinic. (Inchcock says full of confidence in his memory. Tsk!)
Up to the top of the street and caught a number 40 bus, dropping off on Winchester Hill, and limping back to the flats.
I got across the road in a gap in the traffic coming up the hill around the bend.
Hobbled down to the complex, without seeing anyone at all. Man, Woman, worker or employees.
However, when I got into the foyer of Woodthorpe Court. Mo. May and another lady were sat there. I offered them a choice from the nibble bag, and we had a laugh and natter.
Up the lift to the flat.
Not your everyday trip in the elevator either. Haha!
As I got in the cage, and the lights, all bar one, were not working. The lamp seemed to be throwing out a red tinge?
Someone had left a stack or pile of what looked like wooden shelving in the corner of the lift?
I took the picture with the flash on?
Up to the flat, where the first wee-wee was taken. Many more followed that I will not record.
Did the Health Checks and I took the medications.
Started putting away the things I’d bought. I did have a spray under one of the weevils more favourite cabinets, with the flea and fly spray.
Made a brew and got on with updating this post. Spent about two hours on doing the update.
I popped down to Penny’s flat to take her the sausages I said I would.
But she was not in.
Came back and noticed some Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting Beetles just a few inches away from the sprayed-underneath cabinet.
I found they were all dead?
Blimey! Had the new sprays worked that quickly?
I hoped so.
Back to updating this blog.
Back down to see Jenny, but she was not in again.
Back and got the chips in the oven.
On with the updating again.
Once again I went down to Jenny’s flat with the venison and caramelised onion sausages. It’ll have to be the last try for today, I was feeling tired and weary now.
No answer. But this time I posted the meat through Penny’s letterbox. It is frozen.
Got my nosh ready.
Two massive Pork Knuckle sarnies, pickled cucumber, chips and dried fried onions. Followed with three soft pastry lemon cream squares.
Medications were taken with the meal, then I did the last Health Checks.
I risibly persisted in trying to watch the TV. (The A-Team; three back-to-back episodes) I reckon I saw a total of around ten-minutes worth! But, foolishly I kept waking and trying to watch bits here and there. Klutz!