Monday 30th December 2019
Welsh: Dydd Llun 30ain Rhagfyr 2019
23:25hrs: I woke up, with a feeling of loss, a missing factor, a vague impression of confusing absence of something or other? As I began to manipulate the removal of my sadly overly stomach-burdened body from the recliner, I nervously raised up on my feet, so as to test-out Dizzy Dennis and Arthur Itis’s malignant intentions for the morning. Puzzling for a few moments, and it came to me; I didn’t need the Porcelain Throne on waking up! The Throne demands have been instant on opening my eyes, for around nine days on the trot. (Trot? A suitable word, Hehehe!) I could sense that Dennis was lingering, awaiting his opportunity to attack. But Arthur Itis was in a serene, relaxed mood.
Not bringing in (or needing) the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) last night, I went to the wet room for the wee-wee. And, was caught out, after all the weak efforts of the previous few weeks, by the LHNPOS (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Pain-Or-Sensation) wee-weeing that exploded out! The colouration was a shock too. Or I should say, the lack of colour was highly-noticeable! Mmm? I started a sneezing bout afterwards, no connection I’m sure. I bet that went down well with the neighbours, Oh dear! I had to clean up bounced back wee-wee from the jet-like evacuation, and mucus from all the sneezing! It’s a good job I have plenty of bleach and disinfectant to hand.
I got the kettle on, took the medications and then a photo through the unwanted, dislike, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, can’t get to, to clean them new kitchen window.
There was still a bit of the red glow out there from earlier last night. I took it in the ‘Aperture-Priority’ setting. Not too bad. Then I made the brew of possibly the best tea available, Thompsons Punjana (Not to be confused with their Everyday tea, which is like cat-wass!)
I got on with the updating of the stuck-indoors Sunday post. It didn’t take me too take long for two reasons. One, there were so few photographs to use that needed amending. Two, the finger-ends peripheral neuropathy and autonomic nerves were rarely giving me any bother! I could not help going into Appreciative- Smug-Mode!
I made another brew, this time of the superb extra-strong Glengettie tea. I noticed the scene outside had changed a little. The red glow was now gone. Also, when I opened the light & view-blocking kitchen window to take this shot, it seemed to have gotten a lot colder! Brrr!Â
A sneezing bout started again! And I dropped the camera lens protector cover, and it rolled with such precision, around the floor straight into the gap between the cooker and the cabinet! Then I could not find the picker-upperer to retrieve it! Gobblesticks and Knackerations!
I checked last night’s handwashing that was hanging up above the sink, and above the Einstein-needed to understand how to operate (For old senile sods like me, this is the last type of heater we needed fitting!) wall storage heater. I suppose that decisions on which to buy and install, depending on back-handers at the top? They really are like the intercom system, just too confusing to use! They have tiny buttons we cannot see or read, let alone risk pressing them. Leaving us with no option but to just leave them on, and feed the greed of the Utility Company bosses? Humph! I got carried away a bit there, sorry.
I moved the handwash clothing around. I and had to carefully put the jammie-bottoms on the much-fell over, bent twisted but still working tubular airer. And have to keep moving them around to get some benefit from the machine. Which in turn helped me find where I’d left the new £15 picker-upperer, as I noticed it hanging on the corner of the airer. Haha!
Back to the computer, to go on the WordPress Reader, and;
I managed to use the reader, but the TFZer Facebooking was a struggle with everything so slow going. But, after an hour or so, things got up to the average Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media pace – Slow, but working!
Things of an edacious nature came to mind, and I poddled to the kitchen fridge to see what was available for my morning nibbling session.
I did some more handwashing, done, wrung and hung. Made up some waste bags and one large recycling one, ready to take down with me.
Then went to get the ablutions tended to. Amazing; No shaving cuts, no knocking anything over, and only a handful of dropsies. Self-Congratulatory-Mode temporarily adopted!
Checked the hanging handwashing and moved yesterdays on the airer. Got the coat on, and stopped to have a think about should I go out, or not? The blood nurse is booked for Tuesday, but that was given me by the Doctors Surgery receptionist, who has, like myself, been known to get things wrong before. The day has been a Monday for several weeks. So, I decided to leave it until the 10:30hr bus, and go up to Aldi, where I can get some tinned garden peas with a ring pull opener. However, the walking back down Mapperley Rise, makes me a tad nervous at the thought of it.
I had some treats for the new year for the ILC’s. I decided to take the bags to the chute, then the recyclist bag to the caretaker’s room, and call to drop off the pressies at the Obergruppenfurher’s Interrogation room, then come back and do some updating on this, and catch the bus later. Blimey, me? Making plans? Summat wrong here! Hahaha!
Leaving the flat, I rang Josie’s door-bells, no answer. Down in the lift, dropped off the recycling bag, and through the link passage to the Wardens holding cell office. I didn’t meet a soul en route. The office was locked and unlit. So I didn’t see a Warden either.
Walking with the walker-guide back through the link route, I was surprised to see that the door out to the new alfresco seating area was open?
So, a lack of security for the old folks here! I’ll see if I can find anyone to report it to on my way to the bus, later on.
Getting back in the flat, I rang Josie’s door-bells, no answer. Got in, and almost automatically went for a wee-wee, but, confussingly, there was no need. Haha! I got some updating of this blog done, and Porcelain Throne demand number Two arrived, which is far better than it coming while I was out shopping! On the way out, I rang Josie’s door-bells, no answer.
Closed down and set out again. Down in the lift. The corridor fire escape door was still ajar as I passed by. No one in the ILC’s room. On and through to Winchester Court. Doris and other ladies sat in the foyer. I stayed with them a while, chinwagged, then out to the bus stop. Where I spotted a visit from the Ossifers of the law car parked near the turning island.
Christine, Cyndy… oh, about fifteen of us Winwoodonians gathered. Where more gossiping about nothing and everything took place. Insults exchanged, sarcastic gems noted, and the world was put to rights. Hee-hee! I took a photograph of Winchester Court from the beneath it.
Then a photograph of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts from the bus stop. The City Bound bus arrived, and only a few of us need it, all the other members of the gang waited for the Sherwood, Arnold and Bestwood L9. The lady driver was kind and waited patiently for me to get settled in the side-saddle seat, and checked if I was all seated before moving off ♥.
The bus ride was only for a few stops. I got off at the top of Sherwood Vale, again the driver was patient with me ♥ . I walked along Woodborough Road (carefully, but no Dizzy Dennis visits), to the Aldi Store.
Not much exercise here then. The place was busy, but not very noisy as it usually is. Maybe some of the shoppers, who walked into me, shoulder charged me, pushed trolleys into me, drove over my foot, etc. were still hung-over? I wished I had a breathalyser I could have produced, for a bit of fun! ” Being in charge of a shopping-trolley while above the legal limit or unfit through drink”? Or maybe, “Careless Shopping (Shopping without due care and attention)”, or “Shopping without Insurance or an MOT”? Hehehe!
But the lack of gossip, laughter or noises from kids was remarkable. So much so, that I checked to make sure the hearing aids were still working?
Not until I had finished over-spending and was putting the items on the check-out conveyor, did Dizzy Dennis arrive! I started dropping things, shaking and went into a semi-vague mode. The tut-tutting began from those in the queue behind. But, the young lady on the checkout was patient with me. She packed some of the things into the bag for me ♥. Thank you
I moved to the packing shelves to sort things out properly. I believed that the dizzies came on at the till, but rearranging the goods, I had bought some things that I can’t remember getting? Anyways-up, I got the things placed for the optimum balance between the trolley bag and the larger carrier bag. Dennis was clearing away as I did this, and I decided not to walk back to the flats after-all. As after checking with my second-hand, charity shop-bought, rusty, £2 wristwatch, with its £10 new strap and £15 battery, I found I had over fifteen minutes to get back to Sherwood Vale, to catch the bus back home. Plenty of time, even for me.
I got to the
Sherwood Vale bus stop without any problems, by which time Dizzy Dennis had left me altogether. (Manic-Smile-Of-Relief-Adopted) When I got down the hill to the bus stop, I thought I might have a job seeing the bus arrive. The, oh, so cold sun and vehicles blocked or hindered my view.
Luckily, it was the same caring driveress on the L9. She greeted me like a long lost father! Again she held off pulling away until I was ensconced safely in the side-saddle seat.
Dorothy (I think that’s her name?) was on the bus. She’s got a right load in her four-wheeled trolley and three carrier bags! Hehe! We had a natter on the short trip back and said a farewell as she got off, I went last. The lady driver insisted on putting down the ramp to allow me to walk the trolley off easily, bless her cotton socks. She mentioned how pale I was looking today. I’ll have a look in the mirror later. I thanked her and had a short few words of acknowledgement with Bill and some others waiting to get on the bus. And Bill said: ‘Bloody ‘ell, you look like a ghost!’ Very encouraging! Hehe!
I made my way into Winchester Court, through into Winwood, no one in the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress’s Warden’s interrogation room. Down the link passage, and noticed the fire-escape entry/exit door to the alfresco seating, was now closed. Through the swipe-door, and there was Oberstgruppenführeress, pole-dancer Warden Deana chatting with tenant Francis. I butted in with some nibbles, and handed the bag of new year treats over. A chinwag, and off up in the elevator back to the flat.
I rang Josie’s door-bells and struggled to get the heavily loaded trolley through my flat door, and Josie appeared at hers. She handed me back the plate and cutlery from her Sunday nosh. I asked her if she enjoyed it, and she said yes! Another mini-victory for Inchcock!
I got in my hallway and took the tray to the kitchen. Then returned for the trolley, and moved it closer to the Chef’s room, to unload. But still no need of a wee-wee?
A fair-sized shop. Cashew nuts, porridge oats, hazelnut chocolate bars for Inchcock, tomatoes, German cooked ham, sourdough baguettes, bread thins, lemon yoghourt, garden peas with ring-pull openers, tuna for Josie’s noshes, caramelised onion chutney, light lemon Greek-style yoghourt.
And for tonight’s nosh, some mushroom pate, that I plan to go on a Sourdough baguette and small cobs, with sliced sea-salted tomatoes, with beetroot and garden peas. Which I set about making. Baguettes and cobs in the oven. I got the other stuff on the plate ready.
When the loaves were cooked, you would have had a right laugh if you could have seen me trying to slice the cobs! The fingers neurotransmitters failed. And combined with the impaired amplitude of Saccades Sandra, within minutes of removing the loaves of bread to the tray for slicing; I had a kitchen floor liberally showered with breadcrumbs. The crumbs were joined by the bottle of Caramelised onion chutney, which left hundreds of bits of broken glass, and I had to contend with a burnt finger from taking the baguettes out of the oven! Oh, and a cut little finger, hardly worth a mention, only a tiny nick, but it bled well. So, splattered blood on the floor, as well as on my clothes, the cooker and the tray! Hey-Ho!
The mess was sort of cleaned up, and I had difficulty in standing up on my feet again after the on-the-knees washing the floor, and glass removal session. I got the meal eaten, good job there was nothing to get cold. Tsk! This what should have been a simple to create feast, but it wasn’t for me, was good enough for a 7.5/10 flavour rating, all the same.
I’d had a lot of patience and kindness shown me today. Off course this had to be tempered with being bashed about at Aldi. Hahaha!
Washed the pots. Found some missed bits of crumbs, did nothing about them. Then I had a look at what was on offer on the TV. Channel 48, Sony, had non-stop episodes of the Persuaders on. That’ll do me I thought and got it up on the set.
For the first four episodes shown, I woke up on average once each! I gave up. Zzzz!
00:00hrs: I woke, and without delay, struggled to get my rhinoceros-like body from the recliner, to get to the Porcelain Throne. Very nearly having a trip over the carpet in my haste, clouting my ankle with the walking stick, but kept my balance with the help of the door frame. 
Not messy, a bit bloody, and a system-blocking amount of evacuated product. Phew! I then applied the Corticosteroid Daktacort cream on bleeding Little Inchies fungal lesion, and some Germoloid lotion on the rear-end Harold Haemorrhoids. Washed up and wiped the contact points with antiseptic. 
Whoops, Porcelain Throne visit first. Another hard, painful session, but no bleeding. 
I got the oven on a low light for later, and back to the wet room to get the Ablutions sorted. I took the pin’s photo afterwards, and they had a lot more colour than the earlier one did. But then, I’d just had the shower, and the knees had been energetically rubbed with the Phorpain Gel. The light was on too. I’d also taken a sachet of the lemon Macrogol counter-constipation mixture. Rubbed-in Clobetasone 
Well, I had the same this morning, but bloodier and more painful. I rose steadily from the raised seat, to wash and medicate things, and was so glad to find that the Dizzy Dennis attention had eased off from yesterday. 
I got the Friday post updating done, during which a couple of times, the dizzies made me think I would fall off of the computer chair. This is not good! I pressed on and got the job finished and sent off to WordPress. Despite Dizzy Dennis and Saccades Sandra’s best efforts to confuse and deny me any typing ability or mind control! So there, take that Dennis and Sandra! I may be losing it here, I’m talking to my ailments now? Hahaha!
I’ve got sudden phagomania now. I must have a look for something to eat for a late breakfast, but abstemiousness will be needed. I had the last of the pork pie and buttered milk roll with beetroot, apple and meat sticks, with caramelised onion chutney. It was enough for me not to need a proper meal, although this was as big as one. Went down well! 7.2/10 for flavour-rating. 
I sat there, wallowing in self-pity for hours trying to get to sleep. A sad old git, with lack of mind control and Dizzy Dennis, was dominant, even when I laid back in the £300 second-hand, c1968, recliner, in search of shuteye, rest or dormition. After what seemed a week, I nodded-off! I’m afraid I didn’t make it back to the torment of life, until 00:00hrs. 
00:30hrs: I woke with the usual for the last few days, desperation for the Porcelain Throne! I bruised the leg getting out of the recliner with such haste (I was not going to let another accident happen like last week if I could avoid it!) I got there in time, but only just. An even bigger evacuation today! But no mess, and only a bit of bleeding, that I think came from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so nothing to fret over. And, far less pain than yesterday. I washed and disinfected things, and feeling a tad-
smug, I poddled to the kitchen. 
ebook. 
think it must have been the colouring in the wetroom
We both went into the Asda (Walmart) store. I was suffering from Dizzy Dennis’s attentions, and staggering about a bit, but pressed on, arriving later at the self-serve checkout. I noticed a new checkout system had been built, title Swipe & Go? I came out with vine tomatoes, wholemeal bread rolls, a milk roll loaf, two yoghourts, milk and cox’s apples. A lot of the food had gone up in price. Suddenly, the already costly £1.30 cobs were £1.35, the yoghourt had gone up, and I noticed many other goods on the shelves had increased in price? 
I paid up, left and made my way to the Fulton Foods shop. Where I spent a bit more on; sterilised milk (2), beetroot (2), Galaxy darker-milk chocolate bars with hazelnuts (8), Battered fish fingers and fishcakes (The meal for tonight?), and cooked beef misshapes £1. 
I arrived at the bus stop, and Jean-Mary was sat in the shelter with her trolley. The first thing she said was: “Yo’ alright? yer don’t look too good?” She was right. I didn’t fell up too much at all. The journey on the bus back to the flats memory is a little thin. I’m sure I was nattering to someone as well as Mary-Jean, but can’t think who. Then I do remember waking up several times and nodding off again. Hehe! 
Served it up, and feasted fervently! A decidedly worthy taste-rating of 7.5/10 given for this effort. 
word, a 
I woke up, probably instigated by Shaking Shaun in the first place. He continued to give me the shuddering-shakes for a few minutes, as I tried to grasp for a grip on some sanity. The awareness and control of my contumacious, recusant and largely uninterested mind, fought against any more input. 
The session’s leading descriptive words would be; Massive, Painful, Solid, Flesh-tearing, Bloody and yet quick! The colossal amount of evacuated product was the most surprising factor
I did afterwards though, well, a wee-wee. I went to the WC for this one, taking the bucket with me, to be emptied and disinfected.
I made a start on this publication and then nipped back in to try flushing the WC again. It seems to have cleared the Dongfeng-41 (DF-41, CSS-X-10) ICBM sized evacuation for me. I took a photo of the pins while I was in there. Still the same, pale but with fewer lumpinesses, and far less varicose and spider veins showing. 
I got ready, and off I poddled with the new three-wheeler, the one with lousy brakes, on the new Winwood Court photographicalisation walkabout. I took a snap of the electronic notice sign outside the lift, catching it just as the picture message was changing. The light rain stayed on all day.
The main noticeboard I perused. 
I went through the swipe door, into the welcoming warmth of the Winwood Court link corridor. 
has not been kind, but, if I last long enough, I hope to sit out there doing my crossword puzzles, with a flask of tea in the sunshine. This made me wonder, ‘Where did I put the flask? 
into Winwood Court proper, keeping an eye out for any other tenants to trap and chinwag with. Hehehe! 
her smiling face. This lowered my spirits a little. There were no people about in there either. 
took a picture in the lift as it went up. It was heartwarming to see the facilities provided for the extra-care residents. They also have a podiatrist on-site visits as well. 
loud enough for most people to hear. The mechanics are silent when the lift moves, no shuddering and scraping noises like Woodthorpe Courts lifts either. As I exited the lift, into the wonderful Sky Lounge, I took this photo. It really is a delightful autonomous 
environment and comfortable area to visit. Not that anyone was in there again. It was so clean and attractive; but abandoned, unwanted and ignored by those it was built for. I have only seen two people, at the same time, on all my six visits since it was opened. Then, I remembered what 
time of year it was, I’m quick sometimes. Hehe! I moved towards the press-button exit door, but I diverted to take a snap of Woodthorpe Court through the window first.
I pictured Winchester Court at the end of the complex. By then, the rain was soaking into my coat, so I returned back inside out of the light, soak-you-through rain.
lobby. 
Ah, there it was. 
It started, it was crap, I fell asleep, and stayed akip for six hours! Great! 
23:50hrs: I woke, pondered, tried and failed to get the mind functioning, passed-wind and realised (as is so frequent at my vivification times lately), the need for a wee-wee was my 
While waiting for the dribble to terminate, I mused over the situation. If after five minutes of non-stop passing, I’d managed only a couple of fluid ounces; then how many times had I needed to get up and to have utilised the GPWWB overnight, to find it so full now? And, why do I not remember waking, getting up, wee-weeing, and getting my grossly-stomached body back in or onto the rickety recliner? Mind you, I did wonder why I found that I’d had left the walking stick on top of the clothes airer? 
Then, as I was washed and about to leave the wetroom, and it’s even harder for me to believe, but I spotted the camera lens cover that I had searched in the wet room for, four times to find last night! This is also worrying. Let’s look back over the last week, at the cock-ups from Inchcock
It was time to get the ablutions done. I had to get them done earlier than usual, in case the Angel nurse Christina came again, I pray she does. Off to the wet room, then. 
Got in the apartment and got the things out of the bag and carrier. 
The earlier handwashing was not ready, not dry enough yet to move over the radiator. Especially the jammie bottoms.
things I fancied viewing. 
A proper feast this meal was. Beef pastie, tomatoes, beetroot and a portion of McCain’s blight removed chips. With caramelised onion chutney, wholemeal bread thins and some German smoked Bavarian ham that was just out of date, but tasted fine. Some fresh orange juice for afters. Flavour Rating: 8.4/10, super! 
I shuffled to the kitchen and put the kettle on. As I got the medications out, I decided falteringly about taking Marogol anymore, but not with any conviction. 
I turned all off, then I tended to the ablutions. And an excellent, limited dropsies session it was, too! As I can recall, only the toothbrush and a few razor dropsies suffered! Swank-Mode-Adopted! 
Down in the lift, and along the link passage into Winwood Court. (It’s lovely and warm in there). I called in the ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Warden’s Holding Cell, and Interrogation office handed out some nibbles. As I was leaving, Mary (Jean), was coming through on her way to the bus stop. So I asked her if I could take a snap of her. I did, next to the seasonal tree in the lobby, getting a charming smile for my efforts. We walked through the Social room and link passage out of Winchester Court and to the bus stop. 
I handed out the nibbles and had a laugh and exchange of insults and put-downs with the folks in the shelter. It was much needed, this bit of socialisationing, cheered me up. It might have bored the others, though. Hehe! Mary, Cyndy, Chrissie, Mabel and the others, seemed to be happier this morning. I got the nibbles issued. 
We arrived at the Queen Street terminus. I got off last, and stood for a moment, and noticed the mess all around, and continued to take pictures of the Nottingham Street Art, throughout my visit to the City Centre. Which only lasted for about an hour, before I caught the bus home. 
I made a separate post with all the ‘Art’ photographs later. 
By gum, it was a lot busier in Nottingham’s Slab Square.
The abience seemed far lighter too. 
tenant, Cheeselets, ready-made egg sarnie, Cashew and almond nuts, Body spray, Cooked chicken slices, and a tiny little can of ‘King in Million eau de toilette spray for men!’ I don’t know why I got this? Hehe! I do really, I thought it might be handy to keep in the trolley bag, just in case any embarrassing leaks occur which they are guaranteed to. 
I walked down and had a looked in a stationery shop for magnifying glasses. But the prices put me off!
As I crossed over Long Row on my way to Queen Street, I spotted this Highway Maintenance van parked on the Slab Square? This puzzled me a tad, but then again, I am easily confused and incongruously baffled nowadays. It comes with ageing I suppose, senility and mental confusion.
I got the sourdough baguette in the oven and made up a plate with beetroot and the ready-made egg sarnie. Cut up some tomatoes and got them on the bread. Got the sourdough out, and added the ready-cooked crispy smoke bacon as an overgenerous but well-tasty filler. Got a mini-bottle of orange juice, and ate the lot! Flavour rated at 7/10. 
While the tea was brewing, I took this pretty snap of the evening view. Drank the tea, and then ruminated over things, mostly about how absolutely negligent and gormless I’d been over forgetting about the gorgeous, most appealing, highly attractive, Nurse Christina coming to the flat to take my blood. 
Well, it appears that the legs have swapped fluid retention between each other today? Now, its the right leg that is fatter. Beats me! 
oil in the tab-holes, and noticed I had not taken the medications, last night, nor this morning! So, I imbibed them. Then used the Phorpain gel on Arthur Itis’s knees. Put cortisone cream on the cracked lips, and made another brew of the Thompsons tea. Then sanitised, cleaned and stored the grey bucket un
Once again, I heard the rumbling noise, this time I knew it was coming from outside, or at least I believed so. I got the Nikon and leant out of the window, and taking it blind to see if anything untoward could be spotted that may have caused the sound that I heard. The new unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking, thick-framed new kitchen windows, have been built with a hanging-out too far out ledge, that means unless you are young and fit or a contortionist, you cannot look out and down for ambulances, fire engines whatever, like one could with the old windows. But, never mind. Anyway, I could not see anything about that might have been the source of the noise.
Extra today for her. 
limoncello dessert to round it off. I got it on the wheeled-server and delivered the meal on a tray to Josie’s door. 
A quick natter and back top the flat, to get my own nosh prepared. Wholemeal bun sarnies with German smoked Ham and lots of naughty butter, chips (fries), cooked beetroot and sliced apple. The gifted by Josie custard tart, and a mini-bottle of fresh orange juice. Another decent tasting meal this time, an 8.2/10 flavour rating. 
