Inchcock – Sat 3 Nov 2018: Fiddly messy day, graphicationalisationing done, Shock of the year for me at 2100hrs! Dang, dang, dang, dang!

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TFZers at the fancy dress party! Yeehaa!

Saturday 3rd November 2018

Lithuanian: 2018 m. Lapkričio 3 d., Šeštadienis

0005hrs: I stirred, feeling tired still. When the brain joined the body in semi-life-like mode (I’m not claiming any oomph, clarity or alertness at this stage, you understand), the usual for recent awakenings, started: The impenetrable nebulous malaise of erratic, illogical, fears, hopes and hesitant, vulnerable desires, all seemed to come at the same time. Thus, none of my problems got solved or even assessed. All I got from this stampede of mental emotions, was a headache. Tsk!

Yet again, like the previous two arousals, the innards came to my rescue, and I needed to get to the Porcelain Throne quickly. Which of course, was impossible with having to first, free my supererogatorily oversized torso from the £300 second-hand recliner!

WD 51.2.51 Giving myself a superbly timed toe stub, that produced a Defcon 3 level of pain, en route, and started Hippy Hilda off! Schmuck!

WD 51.2.51 I arrived in what I thought was plenty of time and got caught-out with how liquified the ten-second clear-out was. This evacuation convinced me to start to retake the Dia-Limit capsules again. I made my way to the kitchen to make a brew and get the Health Checks done, and the medications were taken.

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6Sat01At least the Sys, Dia, and Pulse had come down a smidge.

I remembered just after taking the medical doses, to take a Dia-Limit, in fact, I took two for the first time.

Hippy Hilda was calming down nice and quickly, Thank heavens for that!

I realised I’d seen a single evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle. But of course, my mind had been on other things. So, I got the spray out and scattered some around the usual Weevil intrusion spots in the kitchen. All I found was about ten weevil carcasses, and I was pleased with that.

6Sat03Into the Spare room next. Where one live beetle, a big one, mind, was spotted on the cabinet, and one live Weevil on the unwanted light and view destroying new window ledge, along with a few dead bodies. I wrestled with the big beetle and won in the end. Hehe!

Into the wet room, where I found only three evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, all deceased. Things were looking good in the illegal immigrant department. Back to the kitchen to clean up using the liquid soda, and make another mug of tea for the one I let get cold.

6Sat04WD 51.2.51 I found a massive evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle, actually swimming in the bowl of soda and bleached water where the cleaning cloths were being soaked in!

I picked him or her out, and the thing shot off and away, never to be seen again.

Gawd blimey, these are tough little things! I hope he doesn’t come out again and charge at me, he was that big, he could have me over! Haha, only joking!

5Fri017I made the second mug of tea and took a look outside.

It didn’t feel so cold compared to yesterday morning when I opened the unwanted new light and view-blocking window to struggle to take this photograph, having to use the old Sony camera, cause the battery needed a recharging session in the new Lumix. But it came out okay.

Got the Lumix on charging, and off for a wee-wee.

Doing the updating of the Friday post took me over four hours this time. The concentration was still not back to normal. Will it ever be, I ask myself. I reckon the spell-checker is doing a decent job. I certainly ain’t! Humph!

Made a start on this blog. Another three hours to get to here. Had a spell on TFZer Facebooking.

Set about doing the last of the Willmott-Dixon graphics and sent them to the Willmott-Dixon album on my Facebook page. Here they are:

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6Sat06Had a while on the WordPress Reader.

Terrible thirst on me this morning, can’t work out why though? Went to make another brew of tea. Ah, got it now, I’m letting every mug of tea go cold! Twit!

I took this photo of my beloved Tree Copse. Looking so sad now, but it is going to get worse I’m sure.

6Sat05I checked on the mushroom in the slow-cooker.

I didn’t move the lid, though, just had a gander through the glass lid.

Then tried to take a panoramic shot with the old Sony camera. It would not have it. I must have tried eight times, all failures to record. So I just took this standard shot of the scene from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window.

6Sat24Last Health Checks were tended to, and the nosh got ready at last.

The mushrooms removed from the crock-pot and put in with the saucepan of Borlotti beans and tomato passata. Porkpie sliced, bread and butter; followed by a lemon mousse.

Got the pots into the sink to soak, and settled down to watch “Death Wish 4” film on the DVD.

I had to give up, as I kept nodding off and having to rewind. I soon fell asleep.

2018-8-01dWD 51.2.51 Only to wake up four hours later with flashing lights and the distant sounds like that of thunder! I have to admit to a bit of a panic and semi-hysteria setting in at this stage!

I was sure that a fire alarm had activated, and believed it may well be a real one!

  • Struggled to get out of £300 second-hand recliner, I almost rolled off of it!
  • Into the hallway, checked the door handle for any heat with the back of my hand… all felt cool.
  • No alarms sounding.
  • To the unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window, to see if any fire engines were outside… it was difficult to see with the new unwanted sticking out new ledge on the undesired light and view-blocking new window… I could see none.

Then things fell into place when I saw the fireworks on the horizon and all around beneath the flats. So I got the camera and took some shots of the Nottinghamians obsession and fascination with things that twinkle and go bang. I read that Fireworks were invented in China in c. 700 BC, to scare away evil spirits. Coloured fireworks were developed in Europe in the 1830s. But still, we are enthralled enough to buy or shoplift costly fireworks each year.

Remember, remember the 5th of November, gunpowder, treason and plot: It’s the day we light bonfires and set off fireworks all across the UK. But bonfire night isn’t just about standing in awe at the bright lights. (Sad innit?) It may seem like a great chance to sip on hot chocolate, mug someone, burgle a house and eat hot dogs but there’s a historical reason why we set alight Guy Fawkes and let off fireworks. Today we even start celebrating days before the date of the event? (It’s only the 3rd Nov tonight)

So where did it all start? Why do we celebrate Bonfire Night?: Guy Fawkes is best known for failing to blow up Westminster Palace. On November 5, 1605, Guy was foiled as he plotted to destroy the Houses of Parliament during state opening and kill all inside it – including the King – in what became known as the Gunpowder Plot.

Fawkes and others involved were tried on January 31st 1606 and then sentenced to be hung, drawn and quartered in the Old Palace Yard in Westminster.
The Attorney General Sir Edward Coke told the court that each of the condemned would be drawn backwards to his death, by a horse, his head near the ground.
They were to be “put to death halfway between heaven and earth as unworthy of both”.
Their genitals would be cut off and burnt before their eyes, and their bowels and hearts removed.
They would then be decapitated, and the dismembered parts of their bodies displayed so that they might become “prey for the fowls of the air”.

But Guy escaped this horrific fate, as immediately before his execution he jumped from the scaffold where he was to be hanged and broke his neck, thus avoiding the agony of the mutilation.
He also did not have his body parts distributed to “the four corners of the kingdom”, to be displayed as a warning to other would-be traitors.
Despite being involved in what is basically a terrorist plot, Guy Fawkes was named the 30th Greatest Briton in a poll conducted by the BBC in 2002.
Today, straw effigies made of Guy Fawkes and thrown onto bonfires to remember the Gunpowder Plot were also known as “guys” and over time the meaning has blurred.

Oh, dearie me, I got carried away there, sorry.

I made a mug of tea, no point in trying to get back to sleep now, and its only 2100hrs yet!

I took some not too successful photographs of the sky and fireworks that seem to please so many of us. By Gawd, I’ve become a grumpy old man! Haha!

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Got the computer on, and updated then finished this diary off.

Yawning a lot now… and the flipping stubbed toe is still hurting! Tsk!

Inchcock – Fri 2 Nov 2018: A mixed day, but overall a good one! Photos, I think you’ll like – I fank you!

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Friday 2nd November 2018

Greek: Παρασκευή 2 Νοεμβρίου 2018

I woke at 0005hrs feeling habrobaniacal.

WD128.0.0 Something had made me believe that all was well, I was young again, no problems existed, and life was a rollicking rave-up. Maybe I’d had a nocturnal phantasma? But I can’t recall having any dreams? Anyway, the moment of insanity featuring cheerful delusions soon petered out. Although I think I enjoyed it while it lasted. Hehe!

The nemesism-mode returned, to replace this different mood. Even the self-criticisms didn’t stay for long; they were soon replaced in mind with a galimatias of the weirdest thoughts, dreams, fears, hopes, and anxieties.

The gobbledygook and jactitation nonsense persisted for a while longer. But, once again no one topic gained any preference or advantage over the others. I failed to make any decisions or solutions. Scary really, cause it seemed to me as if I was not listening and talking to my own brain at times?

Is it an unsoundness of mind that is causing these waking moments loss of reason? They never seem to last long, as these didn’t. That was only thanks to the innards informing me of the need to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner like the clappers, to get to the Porcelain Throne.

The escape from the recliner went well and rather swiftly this morning. I made it to the Throne with plenty of time to spare. (Well, 40 seconds!) The evacuation was okay, but Little inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding while I was asleep, so needed cleaning up and the painful application of the Daktacort cream.

WD128.0.0 During which I became aware that there was only three evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles to be seen in the wet room. I thought at first that this is an excellent sign that they may be on the retreat at last. Klutz! All three were live ones. I exterminated all three of the weevils. (Ain’t I brave! Hehe!)

Then sprayed some Santex Killer spray around the floor. Moving to the spare room to do a patrol in there. Just three on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, all dead.

WD128.0.0 To the kitchen for a search around. A good few dead weevils near the hole in the sealant next to the door, and a good many under the medicine drawers, all live ones. Gave the kitchen another good spraying all around.

Washed my hands and door handles with antiseptic disinfectant and got the Health Checks done.

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5Fri001bThe Sys and Dia have been high, the Pulse has as well all week. Hmm!

I took a photographicalisation from the unwanted light and view-blocking new window. Had to open the window of course to get a decent view.

WD128.0.0 By gum, there was a bit of frost in the air as I opened the window… knocking over the kitchen towels and some plastic containers. Picking them up from the floor was not appreciated by Hippy Hilda nor Back-Pain Brenda!

5Fri003Made a brew of Assam tea and set about updating the Thursday Inchcock Today diary.

This took me over five hours, such, was the lack of concentration this morning. For some unfathomable reason, I seemed to spend more time making corrections than normal typing!

But, I did manage to get it finished eventually and posted off to WordPress.

5Fri003aWD128.0.0 I made a mug of tea and decided while in the kitchen, I’d get the peas and carrots prepped and into the crock-pot. Neatly cutting under my left-hand index fingernail as I sliced the carrots. Schmuck!

For the life of me I can’t remember who, but someone ages ago, suggested for me to try slow-cooking this mixture of vegetables, in water seasoned with sea-salt & lemon, with a little demerara sugar. So, I tried it. Then I added I’d add some sliced chestnut mushrooms to the veg-mix, as an afterthought. The dang fungi were covered in compost bits, so this took up more time to clean off before getting them quickly in the pot.

Of course, the tea had gone cold by then.

Back on the computer and caught up on Facebook. Then on the WordPress reader.

Back to the kitchen to make another brew, and boy did the sky look amazing. As they say; Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning!

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Then I made-up a Morrison food order for next week.

0850hrs: Well, I need a bit of a hobble now, get out in the fresh air for a bit. So I got the ablutions sorted out. Nice to have hot water from the taps again!

Got readied for a walk into Sherwood to the Chemists to get some Hydrocortisone antifungal cream (Thanks to Tim from New Mexico, who informed me it is available over-the-counter), some Codeine/acetaminophen, and Germoloid Cream. Maybe to nip into the Continental Food Store to see if they have of their vegetarian mini sausages in stock… oh, and get an orange filled croissant for Frank, to welcome him back home.

I set off, dropping two small bags of rubbish down the waste chute on the way. I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from. Somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus Portakabin. Lynne was in there talking with a Nottingham City Homes representative, and a tenant waiting for the bus. There were no Hauptsturmführeress Wardens for me to speak to. So I handed out the nibbles and started-off on my little hobble into Sherwood.

I got to the end of Chestnut Walk and turned right down Winchester Street, and Back-Pain Brenda started giving me a lot of jip! Humph! But my mind was distracted from the pain when I spotted a change in the status of the Nottingham Street Art Boots on the pavement! An interesting repositioning today, Hehehe!

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5Fri006I limped over the road and down the hill into Sherwood, with ‘Back-Pain Brenda’ giving me her full attention.

The hobble down to Mansfield Road was a most pleasant one (apart from Back-Pain Brenda of course), with the sun getting through occasionally and the slight nip in the air keeping me moving.

5Fri007As I got to the bottom of the Winchester Street hill, I spotted these three Willmott-Dixon vagabonds!

Plainly the lads had been to the Nibbles take-away food store for some sustenance. And, there is no better place to go to for cooked fodder in Sherwood, either!

Great bunch of lads. I don’t know the name of the about to bite into his pie bloke, but Innocentest-Ian-In-charge, showed off his nosh to me, and Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius I noticed was saving his bag of fodder for later, very wise. Hehe!

5Fri08 As I took this photo of the traffic, I thought it might interest my friends on Australia, Canada, and America in seeing the bustling picture of Sherwood life, a chap, who is not in the frame, gave me a right suspicious and nasty glare, kept looking back at me intimidatingly. Ah, well, at least he didn’t clock me one! He was a young, fit looking and big. Sorry youth! (Scared? Me? You bet!)

Maybe he was on the run from prison. Or the police had a Warrant out on him? Maybe his missus has Private Detectives following him? Who knows why he thought I was photographing him, as opposed to a scene picture? A bit of guilt in there somewhere maybe. Hehe!

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5Fri34I dived into Boots Chemist shop, hoping he would not follow me or be waiting outside. (Scared? Me? You bet!) Where I spent a good deal of cash getting some medications. Not cheap are they!

I found the Germoloid cream and knew that the P&C’s were kept behind the counter, but could not find the Corticoid on the shelves.

WD128.0.0 So I asked the lady behind the counter. But the mind went blank, and I could not remember the name of the antifungal cream for ages… she was patient with me, though, bless her. It took me a while for me to realise that I’d got the name written on my shopping list in my hand! What a Klutz! I did feel a right fool! Paid the lady, and thanked her.

I left and went two shops down (No threatening bloke around. Phew!) and into the Ozan International Food Centre.

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This is a shop I ought to avoid going into really. For they have a super-great Continental Cooked Meats and Butchery counter that is out of this world with choices of fodder for me to get even fatter eating. Hehehe! 5Fri018

I managed to avoid buying any of the not needed cooked meats. I came out with some Mini Chicken Sausages, they didn’t have any of the vegetarian sausages in stock. Mixed beans, Buraczki ZasmaZane (Fried Shredded Beetroot), Pieczarki Marynowanes (Pickled Mushrooms, carrot seasoned), and an Orange flavoured Croissant fro Frank. There was a decent shelf life on it, so no rush to get it to Jenny’s flat until her visitor has gone.

5Fri09I missed the bus back up the Winchester Street, so started the slightly more difficult task of walking back up the hill, to the apartment. Hehe!

I took this attempt at a ‘Moody-Photo’ as I passed the bus stop.

Even when the bright sunshine came out, it was of little warmth with it.

5Fri10I got as far as Cavendish Vale, and took another photographicalisation from the end of the Vale.

I caught the two blocks of flats somewhat better than the last time I tried. They came out much clearer.

Woodthorpe on the left and Winchester on the right as you look at it.

5Fri11I pressed on despite Back-Pain-Brenda, up the steep incline and around the bend, to find another piece of Nottinghamian Street Art on the pavement.

The laid down bag contained several meat pies? The top one I think had been had a go at by some bird or animal pecking at the pastry.

The last steepest bit of road before getting to Chestnut Walk almost crippled me. And yet, once on the level, things calmed down. Well, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna did, Back-Pain-Brenda did not. Tsk! Ah, well!

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. No Sturmbannführeress Wardens in. Not that it mattered much, cause by now, I’d forgotten why I wanted to talk to them!

5Fri12Out and towards my Woodthorpe Court dwelling.

I stopped en route to take this picture by sticking the camera lens through a gap in the compund fencing near the lock. Now we can get an idea of how the New Extra Care block and Obersturmbannführeress offices, will look like when completed.

I got home with an aching back, and feeling drained.

5Fri013Fodder and sleep were all I was interested in now.

Well pleased with how the musrooms carrots and peas turned out. I’ll try using the same recipe to flavour the next time have the same to eat. Sea-salt & lemon, with a little demerara sugar. Highly glavoursome without being too overpowering. I also had some of the fried shredded beetroot, which were passable, but I’ll not try them again when the jar is finished.

The Nordic Style Polish bacon was tough to eat with my missing teeth, but so tasty!

For Flavour alone, I give this effort a 9.54/10!

Washed the pots and got a old DVD on, ‘Death Wish 2’. But was getting so many nod-offs, I gave up and turned it off.

Ah, sweet morpheous… I drifted off in minutes!