Inchcock: Mon 19th Nov 2018: A much more amelioratory day for Old Man Inchcock! Nottingham City Centre Photographicalisations, too!

Monday 19th November 2018

Yoruba: Awọn aarọ 19th Kọkànlá Oṣù 2018

23:55hrs: An agrypnotic dirty great big sneeze, ensured my desire for sleep, ended abruptly. If I’d got false teeth, I’m sure I would have lost them! A suspiration followed.

The gargantuan-bellied-body was removed from the £300 second-hand recliner with no difficulty at all. The mind, could have done with a bit of help, as it seemed to be jumping about, leapfrogging thoughts as they appeared and not getting anything resolved, recognised or decided?

Off for an SSWW (Short-sharp-Wee-wee). No call to the Porcelain Throne either. Nervosity to Defcom level 3!

Got the medications taken, and Health Checks were done. Onto the computer and got the HC results for last week done on the Excel sheet.

The readings had shot up a little this morning.

I started to update the Sunday diary. Three hours later, I’d finished and got them posted off. Then I began writing this lactarium.

A few more SSWW’s in between things, of course. Still, no Porcelain Throne summoning?

I went on WordPress Reader next. Then on to Facebooking.

Tended to the ablutionalisationalistic needs.

Out into the cold but sunny morning, and off to 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, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus Portakabin, to wait for the bus with the other tenants in there. Good nattering session and laugh with Angela, Doreen and Roy. (Cheers me up, a good schmooze does).

Which included Angie and Roy, Welsh (Insult Specialist) William, Doreen and Brenda amongst others. I had a natter with them all, and Oberscharführeress Warden Deana and Oberfeldwebeless Julie. Can’t say what we spoke of, cause I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself.

Out to the bus stop to join the other ganglet of residents out there. We had a few spots of rain or hail, that were the finest, lightest we had ever seen, and it lasted for about one minute. Jolly-good chat with Penny on the bus to town.

I made my way to the Poundland store on Wheeler Gate. Going through Nottingham’s Slab Square, where the fayre, rides, stalls were preparing to start trading later.

I arrived at the shop and spent a large amount of money filling both of my bags up. I paid at the self-serve till, where a lady put the stuff through for me, Bless her! I struggled out with the heavy bags containing: A Pork Farms pie, Lemon & Cucumber air sprays, bottles of bleach and disinfectant, nibbles for the social hour box and many packets of Doulton’s chocolate Liqueurs for mini Christmas pressies.

Back through the slab square again and to The Works retail shop to get a crossword book. I came out with three. Tsk!

I went up to the Queen Street bus stop. They had this ‘Ride’ being prepared for the juvenile Nottinghamians to pay to play on.

When I got to the bus stop, I saw a face clearly on the paving slab near the bench. I thought I’d take a photo of it, draw around the supposed face and put it in this diary. Huh! I can’t even see the face myself now!

I lady arrived at the bus stop who I recognised from earlier trips on the L9. She lives on Sherwood Rise near to the flats. We had a lovely tête-à-tête en route.

Penny got on the bus later. The light rain tried to fall a few times during the journey, but it didn’t amount to anything like proper precipitation.

Said our farewells as the lady alighted.

The clouds darkened a little, but still, no rain fell upon us.

Penny and I walked from the bus, and we ambled along having a gabfest back to the flats.

I sneaked in this shot of the centre compound as we went along Chestnut Walk. I don’t think that Ian Incharge noticed so I can doctor this shot later when I get the time.

I was surprised at how tired I was when I got in.

The Lasagne Al Forno in the fridge was on its use-by date. So I used it. Hehe! I sliced some tomatoes and put them on top of the dish. A few chips and put them all in the oven to cook.

Added some dried roast onions and a Cox’s apple.

Sister Jane rang me just as I was laying the food on the tray. A short chinwag ensued, during which I found the mobile phone I had misplaced. Tsk! Klutz!

A great tasting plate of fodder. Flavour Rating of 9.2/10.

I recall eating it Pennand putting the dish and cutlery in the washing up bowl. But not much else after that. A Dizzy Dennis and Blank -Spot suffered.

When I came round, I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. The DVD was on the TV?

Shame such a bad ending to such a decent day. Oy Vey!