Inchcock – Thursday 11th October 2018: Social Hour, Dysphoria moment, City Centre visit and Lady Bird & Weevils attack!

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Thursday 11th October 2018

Maori: Rāpare 11 Whiringa-ā-Nuku 2018

0035hrs: WDPac I woke still feeling a little embarrassed about yesterdays mega Whoppsiedangleplop over the hospital cock-up I made. I sat still for a while, spitting self-recrimination at myself. The brain soon fogged over as other concerns, fears and worries joined in with the self-hate forces, to create a morass of mostly muddled melancholy moods, as they floated around each trying to gain my attention.

Which I’m gratified, (is that the right word? I’ll check later) that thankfully this situation didn’t last long. I gleaned a modicum of self-assertiveness and pulled myself together. Somehow finding the sagaciousness to understand that things I had done could not be changed, now, and I need to blot-out the mistakes and go forward, for my own health and sanity sake.

Feeling smug, self-satisfied, almost conceited, with my surprising change of attitude, I began to extract my baby rhinoceros-shaped but flabby torso from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

WDPac A couple of signs of nocturnal-nibbling were spotted as I gain an upright position. How? Why? Could I really have got up, gone to the cupboard and returned with a pot of cheese biscuits and one of some chip-sticks… and not remember anything about doing so!

I don’t know how, but I kept my nerve and new resolution not to get myself ‘agitated and ‘going’ and all self-critical again! Smug Mode Adopted here! Which was very short-lived!

WDPac I went into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks. 4Thu10

The danged Evil ironclad Boll-Weevils black biting beetles had summoned up their reserve armour and air-force!

Yes, the Lady-Bugs were all over the kitchen. It looked like the Weevil Officers were giving instructions to one of the bugs!

Just when I was beginning to think I was getting the upper hand with the invaders as well!

Doing the Health Checks had to take a back-seat now. I just had to investigate the other rooms to assess the new military reserves the weevils had brought in as support. Hehe!

And Cyndy and Eric I learned yesterday, had an invasion of midges covering their balcony? Oh, dearie me!

After photographing the evidence to send to the European Court of human rights (Haha!), the need for the Porcelain Throne then overtook precedence of the Weevil/Bug patrol. Off to the wet room.

WDPac  I had to rush to get to the Throne in time, and what a messy liquidified evacuation it was! Little Inchies Lesion had been pouring blood, and it had dried on the flesh of my bulbous body and the PP’s! Heck of a painful job cleaning things and medicating afterwards.

4Thu05WDPac Then, I found that the Weevils and Bugs were in the wet room now! I got the Killer Spray and used up what was left of it. (Another £3.59 in costs!) I got another can of the ‘Raid’ cockroach and ant killer and gave that a spray around in the corners of the wet room.

An expensive visit to the Throne this morning. I 4Thu08used up the last of the Anusol Cream, had to start the last tube of Daktacort and the last of the ‘Pure’ citrus air spray (The aroma from the wet evacuation was not tolerable without this spray being used copiously, Hehe!)

WDPac Into the spare room, to find to find dozens of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge. Most of them alive this time, and a little larger in size than of late! But no Lady Bugs in there yet, at least as far as I could tell.

4Thu07I nearly allowed myself to get all uptight at this stage, but I held it back and felt proud of my resisting getting in a panic mode.

To the kitchen and made a tasty, rich mug of Assam tea. It was this strong, due to my putting in two tea bags in the small cup without realising it.

Perhaps the panic-mode was returning after all?

Finally, I got the Health Checks completed.

4Thu07a

The readings were all well up on yesterdays. Not surprising though, all the hassle taking place today. Grumph!

I got the computer on and went on the WordPress Reader first, to take a look at the new stuff.

WDPac As I started to update the Wednesday blog, I had to return with as much alacrity as I could manage. Cor blimey, I think that Trotsky Terence is back with me again. More medicating and a change of PP’s (Thanks to Michael, mate!). The fresh-air spray utilised again.

WDPac4Thu06 The ‘Panic-Mode’ I sensed was on the way back. For I found many more of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles running about again! I sprayed them and gathered the corpses.

My stability, cohesion, and soundness of mind were being challenged now. Tsk!

I thought I’d better take a Dia-Limit capsule.

4Thu09WDPac Then realised I had not taken the morning medications yet.

I made the tea and left it to brew fully in the mug.

Back to the computer and finished the Wednesday blog off and got it posted the WordPress.

4Thu06aI’d forgotten about the tea, so went to collect it from the kitchen.

WDPac Only to find two Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, that I don’t think where there on my last visit, in an oven tray on top of the hob. One of them looked almost transparent, ghost-like? The other one was fully alive and seemed to be attacking the first one?

Back to the computer to start updating this diary, at last. But the best intentions don’t always get done immediately. For a third time this morning, I had to hurry to the Porcelain Throne.

 WDPac Another messy, time-consuming and costly session. The lesion had been bleeding so another pair of PP’s had to be adorned, more Daktacort cream, more Gemoloid cream and the last of the ‘Pure’ citrus scented air-spray used up. Oh, heck!

Now, my mood was right mixed one. Discouraged, anxious, nervous and yet discouraged, anxious, nervous and again vivified at how I seem to have coped with the morning’s challenges?

I pressed on with updating as far as to here.

Then I got the nibble box sorted and raffle prizes ready for today’s Winwood Social Hour.

Email from Jenny, I can call on Friday after 1000hrs to take photographs of the new build from her kitchen window. So nice of her.

4Thu11

The day cometh.

Got the ablutions tended to. All went well. Of course, another change of PP’s, use of Daktacort cream and almost the last of the Germoloid was required. Listening to the radio in the shower, and they mentioned areas of Nottingham having invasions from black midges and the Ladybirds! They did not say Sherwood, though.

WDPac I found more Evil ironclad Boll-Weevils black biting beetles in the wet room again. Humph!

Must get the washing done in the morning. Just thought I’d mention it like. Did the midday medications and Health Checks early.

Made up the waste bags to drop in the chute on the way out.

I met a few of my friend tenants on the walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress 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. Mo pointed out to me that the electronic sign on the side of our block of flats that was there two days ago had now been removed?

4Thu12

Consensus between the four residents, Mo or Gaynor, I think it was, I could be wrong, I often am… got carried away there, sorry… said it was due to some electrical fault.

We got to the Winwood Social meeting, and a jolly noisy one it was. But I got a few chinwags in with many of the Winwood residents clan, so I was happy enough. BJ was there as well. Got the raffle prizes on the trolley, got and handed out some raffle tickets and then went round with the nibble box.

Gaynor offered for me to use her windows, I thanked her and asked if I could sort a time and day with her next week. Gaynor, Cyndy and Margaret were all in good form.

Jenny confirmed I would be calling in the morning to take some photos from her kitchen.

I left early, to catch the L9 bus into town, with the sole purpose of my getting some more of those Ritz Potato Thins.

I’ve taken to these nibbles, even though they are light and crispy and up to now, I have not managed to eat any without having dropped crumbs to clear up afterwards! Hehe!

4Thu13I bade my farewells and went out to the bus stop. Where many tenants were awaiting the bus.

A delivery lorry had parked where the bus stop was, but the driver had no choice in the matter.

The city bus arrived, and only me and Barry got on that one. But we had a good natter en route. Barry has done such a lot in his life, it’s a pleasure to listen to him.

4Thu14In town, Barry called in the bookies, and I went across the slab square, taking this photographicalisation of the Nottingham Council House from the centre of the square.

The different clouds in the background came up alright.

The place will soon be filled up with food stalls and money grabbing stalls for the Christmas Fayre I expect. I wonder if they will be putting on the ice-rink again?

4Thu13aaOn this photographical effort on the left, I caught the loss-making Tram pulling out from South Parade. Not surprising really, every day they have fare-dodgers.

The two tax-dodging over-charging Coffee Shops at the end of Wheeler Gate, where my destination, the Poundland shop was located.

Once inside the store, I did get carried away a 4Thu17tad. Guilty!

I got some Christmas pressies (Chocolate-based), My highly rated Ritz Potato Thins (Good!). Listerine, and some thick 50L black bags.

WDPac I found out later, rather embarrassingly, that I had overcharged myself at the self-service check-out! What an Eizel!

As I made my way back to the number 40 bus stop on Queen Street, crossing the Slab Square, I had a few moments of dysphoria. I suddenly felt there was no point anymore, the memory was fading, the body eroding and my failures ever-increasing… A really unexpected and dismal feeling! This unwelcome frame of mind continued until I was on the bus travelling home. My saviour turned out to be a little girl in a pushchair who got on the bus with her mother. She was crying. She was situated opposite me, I gave her a smile which did not help her cease crying. So I pulled faces and pretended to fall asleep and wake up, and the little Angel stopped crying and eventually gave me a smile! This made me feel so good. Mother wouldn’t have known about it, she was using her mobile-phone all the time.

Now I was back to my normal vacant, inane, hopefull, semi-cheerfull mode again.

Dropped off the bus on the hill bend on Winchester Street. Got across the road with relative ease and made my way back to the flats.

I didn’t see any builder workers or residents on the walk back to the apartment.

4Thu15I got inside and had a short-sharp wee-wee.

Got into the kitchen and took this shot of a chap and his dog near the bottom of the tree copse.

I don’t know for sure why I took it, they were both seemingly resting, but a flash of jealousy came over me, seeing a man and his dog in harmony and so peaceful.

WDPac Then, I noticed the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were out in force on the kitchen floor. Tsk! A couple of Ladybirds were amongst them?

4Thu16I took a photograph out of the kitchen window, which revealed ladybirds and weevils on the outside of the frame!

I put away the pressies and fodder and got some seasoned potatoes into the oven. Spread some sourdough bread with butter, sliced some tomatoes, washed and placed sugar-snap peas, extra strong grated cheese and pork pie meat with gelatine on the plate all ready for when the potatoes were cooked/

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

4Thu17Got the nosh prepared and served up.

Not a bad tasting fodder-plate tonight. Well, this afternoon.

8.9/10 Flavour Rating.

The plan was, eat the meal, wash the pots, clean up the front room carpet, get the TV on and watch some A-Team on the TV…

I fell asleep! Humph!

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