Inchcock Today – Saturday 20th July 2019:

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Saturday 20th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 20 Gorffennaf 2019

WD 0.0.30b 23:45hrs: Somehow or other, this morning, I woke up and found I was relieving myself using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and what another change in modes this one was. This did not need any acronym, two words will do: Long-Sensationless wee-wee! And, of course, this style can be dodgy for me knowing when things have stopped… or not! Haha! But, I could not remember actually getting out of the £300, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, sometimes-working, c1969, near-dilapidated, rickety, uncomfortable recliner, or getting the walking stick either? I found this almost traumatic and off-putting. But the brain soon forgot all about it when the need to use the Porcelain Throne arrived. 

WD 0.0.30b I made my way with the walking-stick in hand, and the evacuation was a repeat of the last two. Reluctant, and when things moved, so slowly, there was no way of stopping it. Painful in the extreme again! Am I doing right in taking the Senna tablets? Mind you, if I didn’t, I might be in a bigger mess?

WD 0.0.30b5Sat01 Then the simple, but the confused brain, decided I should have a clean-up and get the hand-washing done, so I did! As I was putting the towel on the rack, I spotted some fresh-looking blood, only tiny spots on the material. I had a look around everywhere, cause there was no pain at all anywhere, ah, the pins again! I’m sure that I was not scratching at it still last night?

5Fri10Then again, I can’t recall my getting out of the recliner this morning either?

I took the medications, then made a brew of the Glengettie tea.

I started to wash the togs, only a t-shirt and pair of bamboo socks and noticed I’d not taken the antacid medicine. I placed it on the side of the sink to remind me not to forget.

WD 0.0.30b Then, as I rinsed the togs out, I knocked the bottle into the bowl of disinfectant and liquid soapflakes I was emptying! After closer inspection of the receptacle, it seems the cap had held tight, and no water had gone in the bottle. Luck? Me? Unnatural this is! Of course, I’m hoped after taking the four-gulps, that I had not made a mistake. Tsk! (Things were okay later, though!) Luck? Me? Unnatural this is!

5Sat02I took a photo with the Nikon camera, of the lights still on, outside. I tried again to take a panoramic shot, but the hands were not free from shaking, and the shoulder was jiggling quite often. But the still shot, I look, pleased me. Swank Mode Engaged! 

Then I got on the computer with the mug of tea at hand and started to update the Friday post. The hands, fingers and shoulder’s involuntary jumping and dancing increased in severity, on and off all the time now. They were not doing it for long at a time, though. The leg has not had a shuffle, stamp or tried to do the hokey-cokey at all today yet, and it usually does this every morning to some degree? Luck? Me? Unnatural this is!

I eventually got the Friday Diary finished, and went to make another mug of tea. I had to have another wee-wee, this time an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).

Then I started photo album loading and visited the TFZ Facebook. That took a while, but I enjoyed it.

I made a start on this blog next. As I got to download the photographs, I was taking some off of both SD cards, the damned hand and fingers kicked off big time, and I dropped the SD card!

WD 0.0.30b I could not find the torch anywhere, although I was sure where it was. But it wasn’t (Does this ever happen to you? Hehe!) As for finding the gone astray, abscondicated missing SD card, I thought it might have fallen into the waste bin. So I carefully went methodically through all of the contents a little at a time. No luck!

6Sat01WDA black WD 0.0.30b So, I had to get down on my knees, and searched under the cabinet (which I needed the torch for, Tsk!), and failed to find it. As I was getting up, using the method the nurses had explained to me, the shin of the right leg had stuck to the carpet, in the blood! As I shuffled along on my knees, the lesions must have been scraped and opened up. Didn’t half-sting when I tried to get to my feet. Hehehe! It took some effort and discomfort for me to get back upright, but the main thing I was concerned about was where the flipping card could have got to! I knew it had the photograph of the morning view and felt it was a decent one, too, That wrangled me! I had to take another wee-wee in the grey bucket, and what a one it was, it was totally different again. This one was an ELSOA (Extra-Long-Spraying-Out-Allover) type. While I was waiting for things to end, I spotted the SD card on the carpet where I had been bent down searching for it! How I had missed it, I don’t know. Perhaps it had stuck to the blood and dropped off as I was getting up again? I don’t know! I was worried it might have been damaged and got it in the reader straight away. Phew, it worked!

Pain 01L WD 0.0.30b I know the nerve-end dying, and other ailments have me at a disadvantaged position. Yet I still feel that the Boss in the sky, was being discriminatory in giving me such a teensy-weensy, itsy-bitsy, puny, miniature manhood to start with, allocates me to two battling parents, a Mother who ran away, then arranges for me to get shot, be made redundant several times and grants me little wisdom! I struggled financially and with depression into retirement, with Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger,  Kidney Stone Kevin, failing eyesight, going deaf, Shingles Shiela, then I was given a Hernia, all before I retired! Then, he adds Colin Cramps. Removes any signs of positiveness within me, masticates my memory, blesses me a worrying capability that brings on frustrations and depression.

Then cruelly lets more wicked ‘ailments’ free on me to enjoy over my twilight years: three muggings, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Aorta Heart valve replacement, Peripheral Neuralgia, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Peripheral Neuralgia, Axonotmesis, Lethologica and this year, a Stroke. I could get depressed, you know! Hehehe!

He makes my flat the only one that gets a mass invasion of Evil Boll Weevils for seven months. The sole unit which gets his power cut off by sub-contracting electricians, allows a new intercom to be fitted that I cannot hear (Along with many more tenants!), so I miss the INR Warfarin nurse calling and no message or interest from the doctor about it! My flat’s the only one that the plasterer destroys furniture and carpets! Gives me windows that need a stepladder to clean and see out off and fall off of the steps! A metal spring clip opener on the balcony, that need pushing and pulling at the same time, and has had a few chunks out of my finger already…

Still, Rumpole of the Bailey and Red Dwarf are to be shown again next month! Hehehe!

Got the ablutions done, without any cuts, sock-glide-battles, knocks, falling off of anything, banging into anything, or stubbed toes. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

6Sat05WDA black I got back on with this blog, and realise the time was getting on. So I got the ready-sliced mushrooms, to rinse and get them in the slow-cooker. The flamming dancing hands and arm began… and the just washed mushrooms hit the deck, and came out of the tray upside down (Of course). Grobbleknobwits!

I made up two templates for future use with the graphics done earlier. Must rush, I’ve got some peppers to give to the social to sell later. But I changed my mind, and put some away for Jenny and Josie later on. I took the black bags to the waste chute. Put the jars in the three-wheeled trolley.

WD 0.0.30b Called at Josie’s on the way out, but no answer.

This is the round-about route I took.

6Sat05a

6Sat07Dropped empty sauce jars in the glass recycling bin with the umpteen wine, whisky, Gin, bottles etc. already on there. But this week I did not see any Absynth bottles. Haha!

Took this snap of Winwood and Winchester Courts along Chestnut way.

6Sat06

I spotted some BT Media vans near the traffic island. The first bus is due in about 50-minutes, that could be an exciting altercation twist the bus drivers and the BT pretend engineers. I’m not biased, of course. My past experience of BT’s couldn’t care less attitude and the superior, smug way they ignored me, it well remembered. Unfortunately, I went onto Virgin Media after that. Humph! A born Loser Me!

Then I called in the cabin and handed some nibbles out. The capsicums didn’t last long! Well, they were fresh and free! I must remember to take some up for Jenny later and give Josie a couple if I can catch her. I really thought I had ordered tomatoes, not peppers! This is the reason I’m going out today, to get some so that Josie and I do not go without. But, no contact with Josie, so I still do not know if the gal would like her meal today or tomorrow, and at what time. It’s like this every weekend. Not her fault, she is just like me. Either can’t hear the bells or goes out and forgets to let me know. A note though my door, saying when she would like her nosh, something like, ‘Saturday 13:00hrs this week’, is all it would take. And it would save me so much hassle. But I do understand and empathise about forgetfulness. I do love making a nosh for the gal! Bless her. Nemo Mortalium Horis Sapit!

6Sat08WD 0.0.30b I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art as I walked along to Winchester Street. We can’t usually see this in the week, as the place is packed with contractors vehicles and block the view as well as the pavement.

Looks like a sewer entrance of some sort, but I don’t know. Only guessing at what it might be. It seems some equipment was down there. Glad the full power of Health & Safety procedure was 6Sat09followed… well a traffic cone was dropped on top of the hole! I kept well back from it!

WD 0.0.30b As I turned the corner, the same van was on the pavement, blocking access again. No room to get through, so out onto the road with the trolley I had to go. No idea who’s it is, but there were enough nibbles and drinks in the cab, to have kept me going for a year or more. Hahaha!

6Sat10WD 0.0.30b A little further along down the hill, and I decided to stay on the road until I got beyond a load of seeds and pods on the sidewalk.

They make a mess of the trolley wheels, and some always, inevitably get traipst into the flat afterwards!

6Sat11The three-wheel trolley-guide just does no like going downhill at all!

I got back on the pavement a little further down the road. But I remembered yesterday mess accrued on the four-wheeled guide, and that has smaller wheels. Mind you, the brakes work better than the ones do on this one. When 6Sat12I say work better, I mean are not so bad!

I got to the bottom of Winchester Street, as the wind started to blow strongly. I noticed the Big Issue lady, the one with two or three mobile phones, was not there today. Her orange chair was, so I kept an eye out for her, so I could avoid her if possible.

WD 0.0.30b They were having some sort of art and craft stalls on the pavement today, getting through to the Co-op store was not easy, especially with the booths and this trolley and the worsening wind! I got in the Co-op, and food trays blocked my way! Tsk! I had to walk to the end of the shop and back up another aisle to get to the tomatoes, and the shredded cheese. Which was on offer if you bought two packs. And still dearer 6Sat13than Asda’s at their regular price per pack! Bought the tomatoes, the chap on the checkout was so laid-back, I thought he might be on drugs or booze? Haha!

“Touch of jealousy creeping in there?”

I noticed some more stallholders on the other side of the road as I walked up Mansfield Road. I’d decided to make it a circular mini-hobble, 6Sat14and return via Woodthorpe Grange Park. I’m glad I did. I felt sorry for the merchants, as I do the shopkeepers in Sherwood. I believe that precious few of them are making a profit from their retail units.

Up and over the hill, down to the park gates. By Jiminy Cricket, the wind was blowing much 6Sat15stronger now. But it was not a cold one.

A quarter of the way up the footpath, and not many folks about. Although some dogs taking their owners for a walk did pass by. Haha!

WD 0.0.30b Avoiding grit, leaves, petals and seeds from the trees getting onto the trolley, was mission impossible.

6Sat16About half the way up the incline, there is a next of trees, that always draws my attention and admiration. Two years or so ago, the old trees were on the verge of dying. In fact, one did, and is still laying there, between the other trees that have recovered. Thanks to the hard work from the Nottingham City Council Park Workers. Bootiful! 

6Sat17To the top, and right down the gravel path. This got the wind up me! The trolley was controlled and didn’t tip or blow over; but that was pure luck more than judgement, I’m sure!

The wind was howling now. I carefully took a picture of the Winwood Heights Complex. It came out alright, despite the wind and shaking 6Sat18hands and elbow!

WD 0.0.30b The trees and bushes were being blown about something awful. I took this photograph because I thought it would catch a view of how bad the wind was.

WD 0.0.30b My journey down the gravel path became something of a nightmare for me. The flaming leg started dancing, controlling the trolley and not falling over, was as difficult as it ever has been. Although the wind nearly had me over, and the leg stayed in dancing mode all the way to the bottom of the slope, before settling down.

Home. Foyer note, Note on panel, Many intercoms not working.

Called at Josies, no reply.

Cleaned the three-wheeler, wheels, making more mess as I did so. Humph!

Updating the blog for a while then called a Josie’s, she answered, she’s been out. She’ll be going out with her Sisters for a dinky-poo and nibble in an hour or so. So, no meal needed today. I can delivery it tomorrow at 12:00hrs. She looked in good health today, I’m glad to say. I’ll get her nosh, with the smoked mackerel fillets done, in the morning. All my pleasure. 

6Sat18aGot my nosh going. Potatoes, boiling them this time, them I mashed them up with some Leicester Cheese and brown them off in the oven, the freshly podded peas, sliced tomatoes and mushrooms, a can of the tuna chunks in brine (I’m so glad that Josie put me on to this food, they taste super-duper!). And three battered fish fingers, done in the oven when I browned off the cheesy potatoes!

6Sat19A naughtykins Limoncello as dessert made a feast worthy of another 9/10 Flavour Rating! I got the pots washed up, as the weariness slowly grew.

A wee-wee, of equal longest-ever duration, was taken. I’d forgotten what I was to do next by the time it had finished, and judging when that was, was hit and miss! An LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) wee-wee, messy!

One Hell of a Dizzy Dennis-spell came over me as I was taking the medications. The longest one I’ve ever had, I think. Frit me a bit! Then, suddenly back to normal. A most peculiar sensation.

As I began to move from where I was stood in the corner of the kitchen (in case I went over during the funny spell), the heavens opened up with a vengeance. For a few minutes, it was like a thunderstorm, without thunder. (Another gem of a phrase from the autodidactic old Nottinghamian Pensioner!) Before you could say, Jack Robinson, it stopped altogether, and 30-seconds later, it was back to full flow? A minute after that, it stopped altogether.

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I thought I’d have a look at what was on the TV… but this was prevented by Mr Steven ($17m salaried) Fries!

Virgin5

So, I put the TV on, to look at the Virgin Media supplied TV Guide. Nope, that was off too! Perhaps the little short storm, had affected something? It makes me sick, when I see the advertisements for various frauding companies, about ‘Super Fast Broadband’ – they should be banned! Phwert!

Got the head down, and I stewed inwardly.

4 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Saturday 20th July 2019:

  1. Oh Lordy, Lordy. I think you have the song “Life Sucks Then You Die” by The Fools beat by a long shot for describing a miserable life. That was quite a mini hobble you had their. Good street photos, great “street art” photo. You made yourself on great looking meal. Too bad the mushrooms hit the deck.

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    • Thanks Sir.
      G’Morning, (Here anyway), Tim.
      ‘Perhaps Life sucks when you live’ would be more apt for me? Hahaha! I’ll have to have listen to that on UT later.
      This morning (Mon) I found a new growth on the torso. I may well explode any time now. Hehe! I can see the ehadlines now “Mr Inchcock died with a smile on his face! THe NCH landlord is suing for the bloody mess his explosive death had caused in the wetroom” ‘Snigger’.
      I hope you are doing alright. Haven’t you got a check-up coming shortly? All the bestest with it, Tim.
      TTFNski.

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