Inchcock – Thu 25 Oct 2018: Weevils, Whoopsiedangleplops, Social Hour, Shakes and Dizzies, today, Ah, well!

Thursday 25th October 2018

Danish: Torsdag den 25 Oktober 2018

0000hrs: Woke, reluctant to stir. Fell asleep again. Had a dream, something involving my younger days and the mistakes and wrong choices made.

0105hrs: I was still reluctant to leave my pleasant nocturnalness.

As an unintended agrypnotic, as I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner, I gave myself a toe-stubbing of nocive agony! I caught the corn at the same time. That woke me up alright! I managed to contain the urge to cry-out, so as not to disturb my conjoining neighbours.

Limpingly, I responded to the call for a wee-wee and made sure I had some Rentokil Bug Killer with me, so I could do an investigation and elimination patrol for the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

In the wet room, they seemed to have called up their Territorial Reserve Battalion from somewhere. There were some dead ones, but mostly the little illegal immigrants were alive and active. Not for long, the spray did its job. I’ll hoover up the corpses later when I can use the noisy vacuum.

Into the spare room, where I found far less of the little varmints on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge.

All of these were dead, so the spray is still working on some of them, at least.

Then I went off to the kitchen, got the kettle on, the sphygmomanometer ready for the Health Checks to be done.

I’d got a recycling bag made up from yesterday to take down later. It had some Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the outside of it, and a LadyBug as well. The Weevils on this bag were much larger than the others elsewhere in my infested Nottingham City Homes apartment. A few dead ones found around, but not many.

These invaders count seems to change every morning. And, how come no other flat has them? This is highly discriminatory. I may write to the European Court of Human Rights about it… No, maybe not! Hehe!

The hemadynamometer worked first-try this morning.

The Sys and Dia were both well down for a change. But, the Pulse and Temp remain at the same was yesterday, high.

I shall try to get a bit of hobbling, perhaps around town done today, after the Winwood Social Meeting. Or, maybe a walk to Arnold and feed the mallards… maybe not though, I’ll be tempted to but fodder I don’t need? No, best a bus to town and wander around the side street and alleyways taking photographicalisations to put on the TFZer site.

Took the medications, made a brew… and had to go for a Porcelain Throne visit. I hope it’s not going to be like yesterdays multiple sessions! I took a Dia-Limit capsule, just in case.

On the computer. Got the Wednesday diary updated and posted off to WordPress.

Went on the TFZer Facebook.

The Morrison fodder is arriving twixt 0600>0700hrs, so I’d better get the ablutions done now. No shower, cause it would make noise this early and get me in deep-water with my neighbours.

He showed up as I was typing in the above paragraph.

I got the bags sorted out.

I’d ordered some Sourdough sliced bread for today. Not cheap, but I do hope its good and tasty.

I received a free tea-bag of Yorkshire Evening Tea, decaffeinated. And a can of Pale Ale. I’ll give these away later.

I now have a well-stuffed refrigerator with lots of fodder, to keep me going for a few days at least, Hehehe!

Off to the Social Meeting, taking the big white bag of recyclable waste down with me, and dropping off two black bags of rubbish, popping them in the chute on the way down.

The welcoming, but, the cold sun was shining outside.

I took the recyclable bag to the caretaker’s door.

Where I noticed one of the workers working on setting up some window frames.

I wasn’t sure if he was doing these for the new Extra Care Block, or for finishing off the few odd balconies on Woodthorpe Court. These are the ones that could not be finished earlier due to support bars for the hoist going through to the wall.

Then I took a snap of another chap in his giant fork-lift come plant machine as I passed him by.

I suffered a very mild Dizzy Dennis attack at this point. It did not last for too long it was a bit too strong for my liking.

However, things were back to normal within a couple of minutes, and I managed to keep my balance without too much effort.

I spotted that some of the scaffolding had been removed from the new Extra Care Block.

This revealed some of the outer skin of the building, showing the new, different colouring for the block.

I like it!

I pressed on and arrived at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Oberstgruppenführeress 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 residents room. Where a scarcity of tenants was found to attend.

I put the prizes on the trolley, handed around the nibbles and has a few chinwags. Things were going well thanks to Cyndy helping by taking over while Jenny is in India on holiday.

Abruptly, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I had hoped to catch the bus to town, but would now miss it, as I had to get to the flat and the wet room sharpishly. I had to say my farewells and leave hastily.

I did take this photographicalisation of the crowded road near the bus stop outside the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Catwalk Models 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.

As I was walking along Chestnut Walk to the apartment, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun paid me another visit. This time a long one from Dizzy that put the wind up me for a while. I stood for ages leaning up against the fencing, pretending to be looking at the New Build progress. I’m not sure what happened then, but I found myself in the lift cage as things came back into perspective. No hassle from Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun now, and I felt okay, apart from the urgency of needing another visit to the Porcelain Throne. Bit of a blank period, I think. Not much distinctness about the last few minutes.

I got inside and to the wet room instanter!

Sat upon the Throne, the mind wandered over and considered the situation. I decided not to risk going out. This being my third or fourth visit. Plus the apparent threat of Dennis’s Dizzies and Shaun’s Shaking returning. The evacuation was no bother.

I took a magnesium and Ramipril capsule with the midday medications and got the Health Checks done. Pulse still high?

I’ve made notes to tell the nurse about at Tuesday’s INR Warfarin blood test.

I tried doing some graphics, but the concentration went after doing a couple of them. No more Dizzies, though.

Then, I just know that you are going to find this terribly had to believe.

Even staggering, amazing, astonishing, astounding, confounding, incredible, mind-boggling, overwhelming, shocking, stunning, surprising, unbelievable, mind-blowing, and that it all a fantasy… but

Computer abandoned.

I did a good bug spraying in each room bar the one where I sleep in the £300 second-hand recliner.

I took this panoramic shot of down below, from the kitchen window when @I did the last Health Checks and took the medications.

Sorted the nosh. Served it up. Ate most of it.

The slice of Warburtons Toastie bread with sourdough was unstimulating, bland and flavourless. The rest of the meal just about passable. 5/10 Taste-Rating.

I put the TV on after consulting the programme listings and picking out a few to watch… but I fell asleep within a minute… Zzzz. Nice!