Inchcockski – Thurs 29 Aug 19: Nottingham City Centre – photographs

2019 Aug 29

2019 Aug 29

Thursday 29th August 2019

Latin: August 29th Iovis MMXIX

On this day in the year 29, John the Baptist was beheaded
Lee Marvin, too departed, in 1987. Similar chaps, in outlook?

03:30hrs: I woke, and almost immediately freed my horrendously sort-flabby body from the Brother-in-Law damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, grottily beige-coloured recliner. To the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), for an unusual and an extremely inconceivable rare type of wee-wee. It was of the CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) mode. It caused a bit of unexpected splashing-back, that need cleaning up!

WD 0.40.0. And by-gum, it was cold this morning! I got the slippers on and the dressing gown, and took myself off to the wet room to clean the bucket and myself and wash the areas of my body affected by the slash-back! Did the handwashing, took the medications, and back to the Porcelain Throne. Things are getting ‘Solid’ again!

Back again to the kitchen, to take some photographs, both from the same place. I must check what the ‘P’ mode is for.

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4Thu03WD 0.50.0 Took a shot of the pins, to show the new, papsules, bruise or whatever it is, above the right knee. It looks almost bespeckled to me. Hehe!

In fact, I tried to wipe it off at first, when I saw it. Another one-day unexplained, mystery wonder, I suppose, but I’ll find out later. When I do the ablutions.

Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were playing me up a tad. Not had any bother from Hilda for such a long time, as well.

Made a brew, and got on with updating the Wednesday blog. After an hour or so, back to the Throne. Now, things are getting even harderer and more painful to pass, again. Tsk!

4Thu04To the kettle, and made another brew.

The sky looked very picturesque, with the mist cleared and the clouds on the horizon, looking grey and two-toned.

As I got back to finishing the post, the fingertips were not too bad at all, electric-shock and jumping wise. I might be sorry I said this! Cause things can change in the blink of an eye! I might be sorry I said this!

I got the thing done and posted off, in a decent time today. Checking on the blog, and somehow, I lost tons of paragraphs? I had to try and remember what I’d written, and got in a right mix-up over it. Made worse when Dizzy Dennis visited me. I just hope it comes out alright. With no chunks missing and still makes sense. Got it redone, but I’m wasn’t too confident I’d got it right. Posted it off.

Ablutions sorted out next. All went well, apart from the usual sock-glide contest come battle; Glide 2 – Inchy 0. Haha! Took the bags to the waste chute.

Dressed and out to catch the bus to town. Walked through the passageway to the Winwood Court foyer. The door out to the benches are not working yet. The weather will be too bad to sit-out in soon.

A big gang of Winwoodonians at the bus stop. I enjoyed listening to the carping, laughing and comments. Caught the L9 to the City, and had a natter with Mary en route.

4Thu05WD 0.50.0 The street sleeper, outside the Poundland Shop, had some new trainers and pushchair. His life with him, in the new bags surrounding him?

I went in the shop with Mary and had a podder around and natter on the way. Mary caught the Arnold bus, and I wandered to the Poundstretcher shop on a hunt for bargains. I came out with a bag of marshmallows at 79p and a  packet of five Twisters for 95p. But an unfortunate selection of foods on sale.

4Thu08FWD 0.50.0 Then made my way up through Trinity Square. Where, sadly, there were many newly abandoned retail shops scattered about. The row of cafes, restaurants, chip shops, Indian, Jamaican and so many more eat-ins and outs, had only three people that I could see, in the hundreds of al fresco 4Thu06chairs. A sign of the times. There was something on the TV about this failing, last night.

I hobbled to the Slab Square, to cut over to the Wheeler Gate Poundland shop, in search of Pork Farm pork pie and other bargains.

4Thu07The Slab Square, and a right-tatty, unkempt mess it looked. But it had a good few Nottinghamian’s lounging about, was passed by, and I had a walk down to St Peter’s Gate Church. There were few people about this morning. Even Exchange Walk was sparsely being used, a low footfall, I think they now call it!

On my little hobble, there were so many closed shops, The lost dreams, of people! It depressed me a little, seeing so many of them. The closed Fat Cat: Prime Bar/Restaurant To Let Fully fitted bar/restaurant Currently trading – licensed until 3 am Total Accommodation 7,368 sq ft External seating area. New 15 year lease Rent £137,500 per annum! 

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4Thu08Back up Wheeler Gate and into the Poundland store. I had a long hobble about inside, and came out with; Twiglets, drain unblocker x2, biscuits for the nibble bag, can of stag chilli and chips, BLT sandwich, a Pork Farms pork pie, honey roast almonds, birdseed, and chocolate pretzels (for Jane). 

4Thu07aI Paid the bill at the self-serve checkouts, and went to the Slab Square. The overfull trolley-basket guide, with the full carrier bag hanging on the handle, was a little hard to control.

A few more Nottinghamian’s were out and about now. Not that they appeared to be enjoying themselves, in the depressing mishmash of the temporary restaurant, rides, stalls, beggars and pickpockets. Haha!

4Thu06It was rather sad in a way, the last City Centre photograph was taken, on Long Row as I made my way to the bus stop to go home, and rest my Arthur Itis ridden knees. But having a little walk does them good, really.

There was just the one little girl on this ride. I thought I’d caught her tonic-providing smiling face in the snap, but no, I missed her. Tsk!

I was the sole person to get on the L9 bus at this terminus. But it soon filled up, and a few of the Winwoodonians got on en route. I was trying to do the crossword book. Margaret helped me out with her internet gadget, and got me going on the puzzle again! Thank’s Margie!

Back at the flats, I got off the bus last, so as not to get in the way of the others, with the filled-up three-wheeler walker, and bag.

I walked to the Winwood Court entrance and walked through into the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. I tried the door out to the seating area, in the passage, but it was not mended yet.

Mary caught me up, and we had a natter to the lift and up to the first floor, where we tended out farewells and parted.

I got in the flat, weary again, but earlier than usual today.

4Thu13My first need, though, was food, I was hungry. I felt I needed to degust the meal today, really enjoy it. Not precisely an allotriophagy or cittosis craving, but I felt a desire for tomatoes with balsamic vinegar! So, I had an unexpected CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) wee-wee, washed and got the nosh sorted.

The Poundland BLT ready mad sarnie, with some home-made roast turkey sandwiches made with Milk Roll bread. Extra salted tomatoes, cooked beetroot slices and mini cheese flavoured rice cakes. I ate it all up. This might help free-up the current, reluctant Porcelain Throne evacuations? I hope!

WD 0.50.0 Took the evening medications, with a sachet of Macrogol. Within ten minutes, I was limping off to the Throne. But there was no movement at all. I could sense things hardening up inside. Oh, heck! I got the handwashing done.

A UWT (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling) wee-wee variety was taken. Then I got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while flat-sitting, searching for valuables, and fitting the clandestine CCTV cameras, £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner. Sleep was not being allowed, yet again! I watched a film on DVD, ‘Fracture’.

WD 0.50.0 I got a call to the Porcelain Throne again. I really thought it would be a goer this time… But no! Solid as a rock, reluctant to move, and frustrating me, well, weeing me off! Haha! Ten-minutes more on the crossword puzzle book… and I gave-up again. Humph! Back to the Brother-in-Law damaged, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away, unkempt, sickly-beige-coloured recliner.

I had to arise again for another wee-wee, of the LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) variety. At least the different releases are keeping me interested and nervous. Hehehe!

4Thu14Rewashed the hands, and went to take another sachet of the osmotic laxative. Made a brew at the same time.

The view from the unwanted new, dirty because one cannot get to clean them, thick-framed, light and view-blocking, windows, was so amazing tonight. All blues of different shades, with lighter bits where the cloud breaks.

Back to the £300, Brother-in-Law damaged,  gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner.

It was a long-time coming again, but eventually, I nodded off. Humph!

6 thoughts on “Inchcockski – Thurs 29 Aug 19: Nottingham City Centre – photographs

  1. Good morning Mr. Inchcok! Well for you since you wake up way to soon it must be now like the afternnon. It is one hour more in the UK so if here is 8 in the m, there is well… 9 a. the m. People got in the bus because they saw you, that is why. Also ” Inchcok morning thoughts” I thought that was a great read, nice rhyming. I actually think you are a rapper in disguise.

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    • Mathematics are just one, of my weak points, Sir. Five hours difference I think. But not sure. Some educated person might tell us.
      Glad you gorra laugh from the ode. Cheers me up!
      Talking of wrapper, reminds me of food! Ah, rapper… got it now!
      Hehe!
      TTFNski, mate!

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