Month: November 2018

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!

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

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.

At 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.

Into 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.

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!

I 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:

Huh, I'm jealous!
Well, these lads can't complain. Hehe!

Had 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.

I 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.

Last 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.

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!

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!

Friday 2nd November 2018

Greek: Παρασκευή 2 Νοεμβρίου 2018

I woke at 0005hrs feeling habrobaniacal.

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.

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.

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.

The 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.

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!

Made 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.

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!

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!

I 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.

As 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!

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!

I 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.

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.

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!

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.

I 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.

I 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.

I 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!

Out 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.

Fodder 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!

Inchcock – Thur 1 Nov 2018: Decent day, until the late Whoopsedangleplops arrived. Ah, Well!

Good Morning… Photo from last September

Thursday 1st November 2018

Japanese: 2018年11月1日木曜日

0300hrs: I woke up from the much longer than usual seven-and-a-half-hour blissful sleep, reluctantly. It was the need for a wee-wee and Duodenal Donald’s pains that encouraged me to wake up. Surprisingly, there were no hunger-pangs, despite my not having had a meal yesterday? Off to take the urgent wee-wee, and then to the medicine drawer to imbibe the morning medications, along with an extra Omeprazole capsule to counter Duodenal Donald’s bit of bother.

Tended to the Health Checks. I started the month of November off with some disturbingly high readings from the sphygmomanometer.

Thinking about this, I don’t suppose I should have been surprised at the levels, really. With the lack of sleep over the last three days, due to the electrical repair mix-up and so on, I should have expected things to go out of sync, I suppose.

I made a brew of strong tea and returned to get the computer going.

When I sat in the swivel-chair, Back-Pain Brenda gave me such a sharp lingering stab of pain, I nearly cried out. Looks and feels like she is going to be with me for a while. I can tell by the type of agony she distributes, you know. These very localised lower lumbar stabs, usually mean I’m in for a lengthy period of suffering. Ah, well, at least I have hot water, have got some sleep in, and Jenny and Frank will be back from their Asian holiday. Not all bad, Hehe!

Started working on updating yesterday’s diary of woe, and guzzling the small mug of tea.

I realised then that I had left the TV on with the CCTV channel showing the lobby doors. I’d had it on yesterday watching out for the arrival of the electrician and left it on. Strange that cause usually it turns itself off after a while of inactivity? Obviously, technology and me, are worlds apart.

Finished the diary off and got it posted. Taking an awfully long time to do it, though.

Began to do this blog, and it was time to get the ablutions done before the food delivery arrived. Off to the wet room, now supplied with hot water! I had a check at the water heater light, to make sure it was still working heating the hot water. All good!

Duodenal Donald was more relaxed for some unknown reason after I’d finished the ablutions. Back-Pain Brenda continues to be a nasty nuisance.

I got the bag of nibbles and raffle prizes sorted for the Social Meeting.

Made another brew, and thought that although I didn’t feel like eating, even after so long without food (approx. 36 hours) I’d have a few biscuits with the tea, dunking commenced. Haha!

I only had a few of the bikkies, thanks to my steel-like will and determination. (And the fact that these were the only biscuits I had left) Lie-Mode-Adopted

The Morrison delivery arrived. I put nosh away.

Once more, the fridge was crammed with goodies. I put the cream cakes in the refrigerator to take later as a weekly treat for the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens.

Then made up and took some black bags to the waste chute, then readied things and set out to the Social Hour.

It was a little nippy out there this morning.

I took this photographicalisation of the Winwood Heights complex, showing the progressing state of all three buildings.

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, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

Entered and greeted the crowd of Winwood Heights jollity seeking residents gathered within. I was so pleased to see Jenny and Frank back again. A good crowd in attendance today. I’d like to show my appreciation to Cyndy, who ran the socials while Jenny was away on holiday.

I handed out the pressies, put the raffle prizes on the trolley. Handed the nibble box around, and had some excellent chinwags for the short time I was in there. Passed on some raffle tickets. Cyndy, Gaynor and Margaret all seemed to be in good spirits I’m glad to say. Jenny was coping well, despite her problem, bless her cotton socks.

Back-Pain Brenda was keeping up her annoying stabbing pains, but Duodenal Donald has eased off.

A cheerful cheerio to the clan, and off to the bus stop. Had a natter with Barry and Mary amongst others (I do love these chinwags). Caught the L9 bus to Arnold, gossiping with Mary en route. Mary went to get her bird’s food, and I set off visiting many shops.

Boyes and the Saver shops first. But neither had any of the cheap haemorrhoid cream on the shelves. Tsk! Then, to the Fulton Foods store. I got some of my favourite plain Scottish shorties biscuits, some rice crackers. And some pork scratchings to go in the nibble-box.

Over and down the road to the Asda (Walmart) superstore. Where I went a little overboard with the purchases. Canned chickpeas and garden peas and a packet of beef flavoured chips. But I did get some of what I went for. Fresh food purchases: Red onions, cooked balsamic flavoured beetroot, tomatoes, wholemeal bread rolls and sugar snap peas. (The peas later turned out to be bitter and sour tasting, Humph!)

Paid at the self-serve till. No summoning of assistance required. Which was just as well, cause there were no assistants around anywhere near the tills.

Out with the two now heavy bags (much to the displeasure of Back-Pain Brenda!), and out to the bus stop on Front Street. The bus was late arriving, but this gave me a chance for a chinwag with the others in the queue at the bus stop.

The bus arrived. I got the crossword book out as soon as I got into the seat. Mary got on the further along the route. I fought against falling asleep. Angela and Roy got on in Sherwood.

On Winchester street, I took this picture of one of the many terraced houses along the lower part of the hill.

Similar in design to the one I used to live in at Carrington.

We arrived at the Winwood Heights complex and dismounted. Angela and Roy went into 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.

I walked with Mary along Chestnut Walk to the flats, taking these photographs when we were stopped my Willmott-Dixon Safety men.

Seems that the Willmott Dixon lads were supervising the removal of one of the hoist cages from the building by a super-crane.

It looked like a risky, dangerous job to me, but the team had it all covered.

As I took these shots, I thought of some funny ideas for them when I get around to CorelDrawing them later.

We (Marry and me) were waved on a couple of minutes later.

I moved a little quicker then, despite Back-Pain Brenda, cause I was in need of a wee-wee, that was becoming more urgent by the second. Tsk! Old age! Hehe!

Gaynor and Mo were in the foyer, Mary stopped to talk to them, as I did, but not for long, with my waterworks department threatening a leakage. I’m blown if I can remember what I said or the lovely Gaynor spoke to me, now. I had to quickly explain my impending disappearance and got up to the flat ASAIC (As Soon As I Could).

It made the possibility of a liquid Accifauxpa more likely when I pressed the call button for the elevator, and it had to come down from the 15th floor! Lucky? Me? Hehehe!

The memory of getting out of the lift and into the flat is a bit vague. But the pleasure of making it only just in time to the WC is clearly impregnated in my memory! Haha!

Unfortunately, the wee-wee revealed that Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been bleeding. So, a good clean up and the Daktacort cream applied with a little pain involved.

All refreshed, I bent down to change the PPs, and Back-Pain Brenda gave me more stinging, electric shock-like hassle than ever before. Vey is mir!

Did the Health Checks and took an extra codeine 30g with them.

Went to collect the bags from where in my haste, I had dropped them inside the front door. To find that the tray of beetroot had split open, presumably when I put the bag down too hurriedly. Because the beetroot stains on the other items were only slight. I seem to be paying the catch-up price of having so few Whoopsiedangleplops earlier in the day?

More sorting out and cleaning up, with Back-Pain Brenda ever in attendance. This operation took far too long for my and Back-Pain Brendas’ liking. My acceptance of my being a right Schlimazel came to mind.

So tired and in pain now, I knew nothing apart from getting some fodder and sleep would get done. But I was wrong…

I put away the fresh food, and as I was preparing the vegetables, a hoist came up from below, and two chaps were working on something or other. I realised later that the sticking out too far view-blocking shelf on the unwanted light-blocking new kitchen window had been repainted to cover the bird-poo. Hehe!

The lads kindly obliged when I asked for a smile and pointed the camera at them. Both of the lads were handsome, young, fit, no glasses or hearing aids in site… Does my confidence no good this! Hahaha!

As they seem to be taking down the hoists, I shall miss talking to and photographing the lads. So glad I saved many photos to my Facebook’s new Willmott-Dixon gallery.

This photo will be a good one for doctoring in CorelDraw when I can get around to it.

Did the last Health Checks and medication taking done. Still some high readings. Sys 180, Dia 81, Pulse 89.

At last, I got around to making the meal. And very-well it went down too!

An 8/10 Flavour-Rating given. It would have been higher, but for the lousy bitter taste of the sugar-snap peas.

As for what happened next, I imagine I just fell in a much-needed sleep.

Inchcock – Wed 31 Oct 2018: Wednesday Whoopsiedangleplops frustrations and finally… Sleep… Oh, Joy!

Willmott-Dixon lads still grafting away at getting the upgrade done… somewhere? Hehehe!

Wednesday 31 October 2018

Swahili: Jumatano Oktoba 31, 2018

0000hrs: I’ve been up now, apart from the two-hour nod-off, since 2300hrs on Monday! Not feeling too good now at all. The cause of my dilemma, the none-arrival of the Emergency Response plumber or electrician whichever they are sending, to sort out my lack of hot water in the wet room and kitchen taps. I was assured they would arrive yesterday, up to 2200hrs. So, stayed awake best I could to receive them. I left the door unlocked just in case I fell asleep and did not hear the door chime ring, they could let themselves in. No signs of attendance though, no notes through the door. I even avoided listening to the radio or TV/DVD, I have to use the headphones to hear these, and again, did not want to miss the expected engineers whatever. It is now 0100hrs this Wednesday morning, and my health is not good. Weariness, fretting and worrying, along with a little depression still linger. The usual for me, nagging doubt that I have got something wrong continues to bug me.

I am not complaining. Just telling you how I feel. No animosity felt against anyone. I feel so glad that have somewhere to get help from. I’ll be being looked after later today, I’m sure. The Nottingham City Homes repair team must be very busy with the sudden frost and ice, possible burst pipes to deal with?

I’ll probably spend a day and a half under the shower with the carbolic soap after the problem is fixed. Hehehe!

I was still fully clothed for the arrival of the help, and I disentangled my weary bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner. I checked the door for any notes put through it but found none. Then went on an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. Surprising, it could be the icy snap yesterday morning, but there were only a few of the weevil bodies found anywhere. Maybe, ten in all of the rooms. But, the tricky little things had caught me out before like this, and returned in force the next day! Haha! I still gave a spray of the bug killer in each room.

I put some water filled saucepans onto a low light to have hot water without waiting too long, later on. Put the kettle on and made a brew of Assam tea.

Then got the Health Checks done, then took the medications.

The readings, Sys and Dia, were both down a bit, good news that is. Maybe, my being so tired, has affected them?

The brain seemed a little confused as well. A lack of confidence, self-doubt, and timidity was dominant amidst the usual fretting and worrying about all and sundry, without distinction.

My sanity and rationality department felt like it was on Defcon Three: Possible insanity approaching!

As usual, as soon as I’d made the brew, I was summoned to the Porcelain Throne. Tsk! The evacuation was liquified enough to make me take a Dia-Limit capsule with the usual morning mediations.

Washing up entailed a ludicrous, I’d say absurd procedure that did not go well at all. Out of the wet room to the kitchen, get a saucepan of hottish water from the stove, back to the wet room, pour it in the sink, return to the kitchen and refill the receptacle and replace on the stove hob. Back to the wet room…

Only to find that I had not put the sink plug in correctly and the water in the sink had drained away! Back to the kitchen and fetched the other saucepan of luke-warm water back to the wet room. Made sure the plug was tight in the hole, poured in the water…

And, thanks to a visit from Shaking Shaun at just the most inopportune moment, I dropped the pan on the floor. It landed as one would have expected, on my corned toe!

I bent down to retrieve it and clouted my forehead on the edge of the sink! I have a nice little bruise on the head now. Klutz! ‘Oh, how I wish the repair people had arrived yesterday!’

Swore quietly for a little while. Washed my hands, returned the pan to the kitchen, refilled it and back onto the stove. Then back to the wet room to clean it up and remove the blood.

My depression increased, understandably mind. Haha!

With a stinging toe, an aching head, and a feeling of being jinxed, down on my luck, hapless, ill-omened, cursed, disaster-prone, bedevilled, foreordained for failure, accident-prone, and self-detrimental; I wondered what terrible things I must have done in my previous life to deserve this one! I got the computer on. I left the TV on with a view of the foyer entrance, just in case I spot any help with the hot water travesty arriving.

I might top myself, but I’d most likely get that wrong too! Temporary Down-in-the-mouth Mode Adopted!

Off for a wee-wee. (To save time and space, let’s take it that I did this about a minimum of at least thirteen times today).

I went to make another mug of tea for the one that had gone cold.

I took this photo while waiting for the kettle to boil. It brought about a Thinking Spell to my tortured mind: Thousands of homes, and more people out there… How many had let two mugs of tea go cold? How many had clouted their head on the sink? How many had dropped a saucepan of hot water? How many have an infestation of Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles? How many have no hot water? How many have had two hours kip in the last 34 hours? How many… Oh, forget it! Hehehe!

I pulled myself together (loosely) and got on with the updating of yesterdays appallingly horrific tale of Woe. Got it sent off. Went on WordPress Reader page.

I mused over today’s plans. I had wanted to go to Arnold to see, feed and talk to the mallard ducks. But that is off the cards now, as I have to wait within this weevil infested, hot-waterless, untidy, filthy view and light-blocking windows, apartment, (But its home all the same) just in case the Nottingham City Homes repairer calls to examine my hot water loss. Unless he or they or she comes early enough for me to escape to the Park pond. Farting around with boiling kettles and saucepans to get hot water, is very trying and proving a bit dangerous for me. I may have mentioned this before, Hahaha!). With so little sleep, this might not be a good idea, though?

Made a start on this diary.

Did a new post of the Willmott-Dixon funnies update and got it posted off. Here are a few of the new ones on the new blog. This cost me over three hours.

 

Hope the lads get a laugh and like them.
Hope the lads get a laugh and like them.
Hope the lads get a laugh and like them.
Hope the lads get a laugh and like them.

The new update is here. Wilmott-Dixon Fun Update

I’m getting a bit stressed about the maintenance help still not having arrived. The last thing I need is them coming at night. The ticker and ailments aren’t too good at the moment with the lack of sleep I’m getting. I’ll ring Oberscharführeress Warden Deana to see if she has any information. I don’t like to bother her really with the hassle she is coping with, the flats upgrading and all that. But I dare not go out to see her, in case the workers arrive while I’m out. I’ll do it now.

Will something ever go right for me! I’d misplaced Deana’s telephone number. I knocked on Doris, my lovely neighbour’s door and asked if she had the telephone number for me, and she gave it to me, then she offered to ring Deana on her phone for me. Let me in and handed me the landline phone. How kind of her to help. Deana to ring me back after ringing the maintenance.

I thanked the gal and returned to the flat. Five minutes later, Deana rang back. She’d been told that the maintenance man arrived last night at 1820hrs. Gobsmacked me! They have reprogrammed me in again, within the next four hours. *I am to ring her back just before 1600hrs if they have not arrived.

I suppose they could have called, but with the two-door chimes I’ve installed, I am sure I would have heard them. I left the door open as well, unlocked so they/he/she could have opened it and shouted to me?  I had the CCTV monitor on as well and kept peeping at it. I did not have the TV on or radio but read the book so I could listen out. And, I kept my hearing aids in, too! Also, why no note through the door telling me, that they had called? Ah, well, we’ll see what happens later.

I hope they can sort the problem out. Of course, with the heating being on night-rate or whatever it is they call it, this means if it gets repaired, I should be getting hot water by the morning… I hope.

I really am so tired now. Thus the niggliness accompanies it, mostly annoyed at me. The tiny mark on the head is starting to get painful now, as well. However, only Hippy Hilda and Shaking Shaun, (He causes me to stutter as well you know, just thought I’d mention it in case any clever physician reads this and can give some advice, Hehehe!) are giving bother at the moment, so I mustn’t complain.

Did the Health Checks and medications were imbibed. Went to make a brew of tea.

I cloth-cleaned an area where I spilt the water from the saucepan in the kitchen. I put the rag in the little bowl and added some disinfectant and bleach, left it to soak while I made the cuppa

Only to find two Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. One in the water and one on the muslin cloth when I retrieved it to wash it!

The illegal immigrant beasts are not done with me yet!

I did not let this stop me from enjoying my china mug of tea!

Having the hearing aids in, I heard a noise and went to investigate. It was the INR Warfarin blood test result. So how come I could not hear the maintenance man or men that came, when they presumably rang the ringer and knocked on the door? Not a good level, down to 1.9, but not critical or much to worry about.

Next appointment to be made for Tue 6th November. I sent an email requesting one as early in the day as possible. No reply yet. Fancy that!

Spenta long time on Facebooking, then…

Made a weeks medicine pots.

I hope the team gets here soon to do the hot water failure for me. I’m so tired and hungry, too. No point in getting anything to eat yet, until the crew has left and I can get the nosh and settle down to fall asleep. That’s the plan anyway.

*1545hrs, no one had come yet about the water heater. Rang to inform Deana, who rang them and then rang me back. “They are very busy, but will get to me sometime tonight!” (2200hrs?) With my only having 2.5 hours sleep over nearly three days now, what’re the chances that I really will fall asleep and miss them!?!?!? If they do come, that is off course.

And, still no reply from the surgery about the blood test date!

I’m not feeling well. Chronically tired and sleepy. Hungry. Despondent. And, I have to say, pissed-off with life at this moment! Sod-all is going right.

So, I can’t watch any DVDs or TV again tonight as well, for fear of missing the repairers. Can’t have a shower or get into my night attire, or have a meal.

So frustratingly depressed with it all. The bags under my eyes have bags under them! Now Dizzy Dennis has started to kick- off!

Did the last Health Checks, boy are the reading high, now!

And, yet still no reply from the surgery about the blood test date, or any signs of the maintenance personages!

I dare not sit down in the chair for fear of nodding-off, so I tried to carry on doing some Inchcock page top graphics prep work for later use. Although concentration was at a minimum now.

Around 1810hrs, I spotted a suspected Help-Bringer on the CCTV screen enter the outer doors – saw him press the buttons on the wall-pad, and my intercom-phone rang out in the hallway. Great Joy! I answered and pushed the enter buttons. Moments later, a young man arrived at the door of the flat.

Introduced himself as the electrician – I welcomed him in and he started to check out the electrics on the boiler. He was slim, tall, had hair on his head, all his own teeth, damned good looking, fit, handsome even and so young… but I didn’t hold that against him. Hehehe!

All reset in five minutes! The water had apparently got too hot, and it had tripped-out? Thanked him and off he went. I checked to make sure I had not left the cooker, lights on, or taps running.

Now it was decision time for me. I was feeling hungry, but this was overtaken by the more desperate need for sleep. So, I had a small bag of Cheeselets and a mug of orange juice for sustenance and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner to consume both of them.

Then, as I worried about my not getting up in time for the 0600hrs>0700hrs food delivery in the morning, (I feared I’d sleep through late with my only getting 3 hours sleep since Tuesday morning) I drifted off into blissful sleep!

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