I wondered what each streetlight and house light might be hiding?
Each morning light out there, Someone in despair? Someone washing their hair? Alcoholics here and there? Old chap asleep in his recliner chair? Up there, a plane in the air? A shoplifter in their lair? Perhaps a millionaire heir? A vicar with a prayer? Someone eating a fresh cream eclair? Someone hearing burglars downstairs? Old folks playing solitaire? Even someone happy somewhere? Someone, to admit voting for Tony Blair? Someone with their Cocaine, necessaire? A street-sleeper, future billionaire? Someone battling nasty spyware? Someone short on their bus fare? A cross-dresser in his lady’s wear? Someone singing ♫Be my Teddybear♫? A mugger waiting in a thoroughfare? Terrorists, planning guerrilla warfare? Someone trimming their armpit hair? Politician, changing his nom de guerre? A Christian, reciting the Lord’s Prayer? Looking for a policeman, full of despair? Some might be out, taking in the night air? Some with a food cupboard that’s bare? Stealing a car, phone or a Frigidaire? Some in places, not wanting to be there? Loyal, abstainers or having an affair? So many bodies and minds in disrepair? In Brexit, they find nothing fair-and-square! Voters for Brexit, Oh yea!
Are we all going as mad as a March hare?
I thank you!
A few WHERIBWBBISA Official Photographs of Weevils attacking in flat 72 Woodthorpe Court over the last few months or so… You get to like ’em after about six months!
Approx. 0000hrs: Woke with a start. I had been having a dream, well, a nightmare. The visions had so many elements of unhappy times from my past. It made me shudder to recall them. A frozen canal, driving along the footpath, the car broke down, and I ended up on all fours, struggling up the mass of ice and kept slipping back down the incline, avoiding the over vehicles that were driving up to the bridge… This may get a little more confusing, but I was writing this from the notes I made to use later, and they were very sparse and terse. Each time I lost my grip, I’d slide back in time repeatedly and suffer the humiliations of me failure gone; Carters Soft Drinks, TA at Gatwick, Co-op shop days, lost love’s, etc. Then find myself back the frozen bridge over the canal again. I felt there was so much more, but the memories had gone and I only had my barely decipherable scribbled notes to use. I felt so glad when I woke up and realised it was not real! I drifted off again. My first dream in months, too!
0115hrs: Woke and found the notes, but real recollections of the nightmare were limited. The one factor that remained was my was my relief in realising it was all a dream!
I extracted my corpulent, obese flobby-bellied body from the £300 second-hand recliner with no hassle at all. Lost my balance a bit, though, as I set off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and take the medications.
Off to the wet room and a Porcelain Throne session. That was much better this morning. No bleeding or over fluidity. I got the Santex Bug Killer and sprayed around. I only found three dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles (Curculionoidea) in the room! Amazed at this, I went to treat each of the cells to some Rentokil Bug Killer treatment. The spare room produced only three dead EIBWBBB’s. Doing well, but I know from experience, the EIBWBBB’s sometimes seem to be dwindling, and then return in force again. Humph!
Back to the kitchen, took a photograph of the morning view and had a hunt around for any Weevils I could find that might need liquidating.
Not the most inspiring of photographs is it? Hehe!
Only two more live EIBWBBBs found. RIP.
Made up some graphics to us on here, with CorelDraw.
Went on WordPress Reader. Updated and posted off the Inchcock Today.
Went to make another mug of tea, and spotted some workmen down outside in the bottom field. The last two of the photographs (The two that I moved the camera selector to the correct mode to take, Tsk!) When it gets light in the morning, I tke some more shots of the sad demise of the trees.
Rubbish was taken to the chute, pressies, raffle prizes and other needed stuff in the bag, and off I set to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Emergency WC that is always occupied (Hehe!), Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, for the Winwood Social Hour.
Arriving at the Portacabin, I found about fifteen of the tenants in there. Jenny, Cyndy, Margaret, Doreen, Doris Brian etc. and the others were soon joined by a few others. BJ, Bill (William on Sundays), John and others. I write this to show off how I have remembered some of the folk’s names… although of course, I may have a few of them wrong… Hehehe!
A lively session. Handed out the pressies and nibble box, and had a few chinwags that I do enjoy so. They seemed to be getting along alright today. Jenny was in her usual sparkling form. Frank seemed to be in a good mood. Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden Deana had a word, asked me how the infestation of the Weevils was going.
Out to the bus stop later, where a gaggle of pensioners had accumulated. Oberscharführeress Warden Deana was talking to the chap and asked me to inform the bloke of how to cope with the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles (Curculionoidea). I shoed the man photographs from my camera card, of the £1 Sanmex Bug Spray and told him where he could get it and where they were on the shelves, from Poundland, telling him this spray was as good as the £6.99 Rentokil. Now I know why interest was shown in my invaders, the chap had reported it to the Nottingham City Homes Management.
Down the hill on the bus, and onto Mansfield Road. Called in to get the medications.
Then to the Continental Food Store. Got some bread and Croissants on Special Offer, Cyndy. Margaret and Jenny and Frank like these, so I got a few in, because they had a good shelf life on them, and I can treat them at the next Social or if I see them around in the flats.
I called into the charity shop and had a potter around. Finding a walking stick, just the length to suit me as well. For £1.50! So I bought it. The walking stick ferrule split within the first hundred yards. Humph!
Out, over the road and up the hill to the Post Office shop to see if they had got the Highland Shorties back in stock.
They had indeed! The list of ingredients matched precisely with the contents of the Asda Walmart Scottish Shorties. But these were cheaper if you bought two, for only a pound! My favourites too! Very dunkable, but you have to be quick to avoid dribbling! Hehehe!
I met Cyndy in the shop. We both went over the road to the Wilko Store. I got a pot of the laundry freshener and some liquid soapflakes.
Margaret joined us at the bus stop, or was it on the bus when we got on? Dang memory! Good job I take so many pictures, they prompt the memory-box when doing these diaries.
I sat on the seat behind the gals and sneaked this photographicalisation of them. Lovely gals. Margaret’s put-downs are superior, but Cyndy’s innuendos are perfectly timed. I like this pair of lasses. Humorous and they allow me to chinwag with them sometimes! I can’t ask for more in my mental and physical state. Hehe!
Back to the flats, and back to the apartment. I was first off of the lift. Farewells and thanks to Cyndy, I got into the flat and had an SSWW (Short Sharp Wee-Wee).
Again the fatigue arrived early.
Did the Health Checks.
I got the nosh prepared. Mini veg sausages, tomatoes and Passata, with some of the brown continental bread.
I don’t know why, but the Asda lemon dessert had mould on it when I opened it to eat it? And, it still had six days shelf life on it? Oy Vey!
I was soon in the Land-of-Nod.
Woke later, and did the last Health Checks and medications taken. I was soon off again… Zzz!