Tuesday 6th November 2018
Irish: Dé Máirt 6 Samhain 2018
Of course, spotting the scribbled note, I’d left on the TV screen, helped. Hehe!
Detaching the body with the colossal midriff, was not easy, but I’ve had the job worse before. No ailments are playing up you see. Amazing, I know! Off for a wee-wee.
To the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Every reading was still too high, but lower than of late. Does that make sense?
Off for another wee-wee… I’ll stop mentioning this now, take it as I had to go for one often throughout the day. Tsk!
I still sprayed the bug killer around!
I set about sorting the updating and finishing off of the Monday blog. This took me around four hours, due to the inordinately large amount of photographs I took yesterday around town.
Took this photograph of Winchester Court in the midst of the mist. Haha!
The chinwags were hard to come by this morning. I got the sense that my beloved neighbours were a little uptight? Doreen, Lynne and the Sturmscharführeress Wardens were okay, though. Said my farewells and off on the mini-hobble into Carrington. This is the route taken.
Another Shaking Shaun affected photographicalisation I fear. The food and bottles, with the cigarette packet and nub-ends, really ought to go in the Tate gallery. The arranged chips under the seats, gave this Nottinghamian Street Art piece, a rounded appearance. What am I talking about!
I took a snap of the corner bend on Winchester Street Hill. I think you can tell by the quality of the picture, that Shaking Shaun had joined in with Back-Pain-Brenda and Hippy Hilda in annoying me. Oy Vay! Still, overall the ailments were bearable at that moment, and I had no real bad
I looked closely as I passed these leaves, and there was what looked like a broken beer bottle underneath. I kicked it to the corner of the wall, in case someone caught themselves on it with their feet.
I took this photo for Sister Jane and hubby Pete to see. They used to live in a flat in this house some years ago. About 1896 if I remember rightly. Hahaha!
The passageway led to a shed, where Pete kept his scooter and motorbike?
Back-Pain-Brenda eased off going down the hill, Shaking Shaun was coming in short burst occasionally, usually when I was taking a photo. Tsk!
I arrived at the surgery around 0720hrs, so I was in plenty of time.
I booked myself in and got the crossword book out. I was over the moon when it was Nurse Nichole who called me later.
Also, I remembered to mention a few of my concerns healthwise to her. She asked me to Email the Health Checks results to her for last and this week. We had a natter and a laugh, a good one too, cause the blood did not want to stop flowing today.
All done and sorted, I left some nibbles and departed. It was too early to use my bus pass and too early to go to the chemist for my prescriptions as well. Humph!
I called in the Lidl store and came out with milk, tomatoes, cooked chestnuts, Assam tea bags and some nibbles for the social hour box.
A young lad, hoodie over his face and on a decent looking bike, condition-wise. I could not help but think to myself “I wonder if he stole that?” He had the appearance of a Zombie, with dark black eyes. Needless to say, I said nothing to him.
I turned around and had to use the zoom on the camera to take this shot of him tearing along the footpath.
Naughty boy!
The Swine!
Of course, I wasn’t worried (Lie mode Adopted) as she gave me less room than the earlier one did!
She must have been hidden behind him in the previous picture.
At least she had lights and bell on her handlebars. Not that she was using the ringer, though to warn folks.
What a little flurry of Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist! Hehehe!
The traffic to the City was not getting less dense.
Believe it or not, but Anne Gyna didn’t visit once… yet anyway.
I heard a horn being sounded and looked in the direction I thought it came from, but see no reason for the hooter to be sounded.
Maybe someone just got frustrated, or even saw someone they knew? But it didn’t sound like happy-horn-papping to me. Just think, somebody buys, say a VW Golf. (I looked up this price before making up the diary) At A starting MSRP of $20,910, oh, I’ll convert that to pounds… £16000.12 (Blimey are they that much nowadays, must be) and has to sit in a line for Gawn knows how long to get to work to earn enough to pay for the car! I bet its the same all over the place, though.
Surprisingly, Anne Gyna kept off, not bothering me in the least. This was actually worrying, welcome yes! But a little concernment about why. I wish that Hippy Hilda would do the same! Never happy am I? Huh!
It had been retouched a little.
The last hundred yards was completed with a struggle. I got towards Chestnut Way, and the need for a wee-wee started to get more urgent.
I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses 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 location, and residents porta-cabin, to make use of the WC – but it was engaged. HAd a short natter with some of the residents in there waiting for the first bus.
Out and made my way quick as I could to the WC in the flat. As I limped along, I met Cyndy and Mary coming the other way. A little natter and laugh with them. Into the foyer and saw Olive in the laundry room, but dare not stop to talk to her, so need for the wee-wee now more significant than ever, I’m afraid. I waved to her and shot to the lift. It seemed to move very slowly. Hehehe! Got in, dropped everything and shot to the porcelain room.
Ahh, how satisfying to find I made it in time!
I had a wash, then put the purchases away. Did the Health Checks.
Got the computer on, and sent the INR Warfarin Anticoagulation and Health check-list for last week with this weeks to date, off to Nurse Nichole.
Made a start on updating this blog.
Brother in Law Pete sent a photo to go in today’s Inchcock. Here it is!
Then I went on Facebook to add the photographs to the albums.
Those chicken mini-sausages had garlic in them, but I enjoyed them all the same. Flavour Rating of 7.9/10 given.
Got the pots washed, did the lat Health Checks and medication taking.
Picked out some TV programmes to watch. Roughly here is what of them, I managed to stay awake to watch. Law & Order. 15 minutes of 2 hours. Heartbeat 10 minutes of 1 hour and a War Documentary 2 minutes of 1 hour. Hehe! Humph!
I think you need to take a plastic sack with you, collect those boots, and start taking them around with you and do a photo series of them placed in different locations along your walks. It would be art worthy of the Met. Nurse Nichole! Oh boy. what a lucky man you are. You know ELP’s song “Lucky Man”? A version for you could go something like this:
“Inchy has to hobble
Nurse Nichole, quite a score.
Walking on the sidewalks
Pavement cyclists make him sore.
Ooooh! What a Lucky Man he is!
Ooooh! What a Lucky Man he is!
White faced and leather
Dusty boots don’t look too bad
Topless pies upside down
Outside of the bag.
Ooooh! What a Lucky Man he is!
Ooooh! What a Lucky Man he is!”
I see you ran across a pavement cyclist in training. That traffic backup looks like what I have to deal with daily around here. At least seeing Nurse Nichole made up for a B– meal.
Hahaha! I might call it, ‘The Mucky Boots Meanderings’
What great lyrics, Tim. Had me in tucks! Hehehe!
No doubt about mate, Nure Nichole is a medicine to me!
So, you have to cope with the same jams then, sorry to hear that.
The trainee Pavement Cyclist had a scarily determined, threatening look on her little face!
Had accifauxpa this morning, along with many Whoopsiedangleplops already, and it is only 0345hrs! I think I’ll have a marathon hobble to talk to and feed the mallards… I mean the Anas platyrhynchos Anatidae Anseriformes Aves. Haha!
Cheers.