Inchcock Today – Friday 13th December 2019: Humph!

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Friday 14th December 2019

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WD 100.20.0 22:35hrs: I woke, to the sound of the dreaded ‘Hum’, and the rain belting against the balcony windows. It was coming through the many gaps in the windows. And dribbling down onto and underneath the wooden slatted base. Where is was gelling with the many fallen from the plastering, powder and crumbs already fallen. Much of it disappearing underneath the slats. I was strangely interested in this and lay watching for a while. My imagination saw the mess under all of the balconies was getting heavier, and eventually, the weight would cause the collapse of a few of them. I knew if this happened, I would be the one on the balcony at the time. Probably, I’d be unlucky enough to survive and have even more pain and pissed-offedness. Then the thought of the upcoming struggle to get an appointment at the Doctors lingered for a few seconds. Then I was annoyed at needing a wee-wee, meaning IO need to get my hog-like, but wobbly body free of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

The odd mood I woke-up in; meant an end to my moments of uhtceare. With klebenleiben, and clinomania shaken-off, a sort of semi-coherence returned to the brain, and I rose up; onto my feet. Grabbed the stick, and hobbled into the wet room. While I was waiting for the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee to finish, it occurred on me, that Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were all in a good mood with me! Nice!

Off to the kitchen, and turning the light on, the effulgent lighting seemed to piss-off Saccades Sandra, and an inner cascade of jumping colours and unfocussed kitchen parts flashed around. I had to stop where I was until it got less bothersome before moving on. Yet this did not start off Dizzy Dennis at all? No matter, I was pleased about that. I got the kettle on, moved the handwashing onto the airer, took the morning medications and made the brew. Then I gave Arthur Itis’s knees a good rub with the Phorpain gel, maybe it didn’t need it with the joints not playing up, but I thought it an intelligent decision anyway.

WD 100.20.0 Back to the wet room for a heavy-duty evacuation. Oh, dearie me! Bloody, painful and messy. Back to normal then. Haha!

WDP 14LWD 100.20.0 I got on the computer to update the Friday Inchcock Today diary and found that the fingers were giving my mini-quiverings and making typing work very difficult. Ever correcting. But I had no choice other than to keep pressing on. I eventually got it done and posted off to WordPress.

Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Made a brew and had a look at the current state of the nation, electorally. Not what one would have wanted, but there you are. A lot more results to come in yet, I think.


Thoughts turned to jentacular desires. So I made another brew and had two mint-biscuits. Ah, the good life. Hahaha!

Then I had a look at the WordPress Reader. Then rechecked on the voting.


I had a go at getting some graphics done for the next template. I only got one done, then had to get the ablutions done.


Just a thought, but they used to make use of a machine (1906 -1907) for automatically recording votes, a psephograph (1906 -1907). Too reliable, maybe?


5Fri08I’ll get a clean up then. Back in a bit. I took a snap of the cold outside view. Peaceful looking, idyllic too. Huh!

Well, I had to utilise the Porcelain throne first. No discomfort and no bleeding. The dropsies were not too many (he says trying not to tell you how many), the sock-glide was accident-free! Afterwards, when I was all polished and perfumed ready for dressing, could I find my £2 wristwatch with the £10 strap and £15 battery? I took me ages, so long, I thought I might need another shave by the time I found the watch! Haha!


Checked the flat, flapped about, lights, taps etc. looked over. I took the back bags with me to the waste chute when I departed along with the white bag for the recycling bin.

I got down and to the Obersturmbannfhreress, ILC Wardens Control Room and Holding Cell, nibbles issued, and out to the big Winwood Social room. I accepted a few put-downs from Welsh William and had a natter. Moving through the link corridor to the Winchester Court lobby, and waited there along with some other tenants, to avoid the rain, until the bus arrived. The wind and rain greeted us as we left to get to the shelter as the buses came.

5Fri09I had a go on the crosswording en route. Dropping off on Upper Parliament Street. The rain still with us. Straight into the Poundland World, to get some Dettol Lavender and toilet blocks and have a look around. Taking a photograph of the thousands of bits of chewing gum all over the pavement. Humph!

WD 100.20.0 I came out of the store, after being given help on the self serve checkouts, by a kind assistant. The card would not work, and I could not remember the number. Humph! With the trolley and carrier bag holding: Dettol brown (no lavender available). A Pork Farms pork pie, Bloo toilet blocks, Mouthwash and some Orange digestive biscuits (which I had to battle to get from the top shelf, but they are my favourite chocolate biscuits, so I went through pain to attain them. Haha!). Paid cash, thanked the lady for her help, and left.

Out onto Parliament Street in the rain, again.


This chaps driving skill left me shuddering. Foot down and forward, scattering pedestrians!


Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!


Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!


Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

5Fri14The chewing gum on Clumber Street, where I took some of the above photographs from, sheltered a little from the wind, also had thousands of chewing gum blobs on it. That is if they are discarded masticated bits chewing gum? I assume that is what they are? But I’m not sure.

5Fri15I limped down Clinton Street, observing the expressions. Thus, the mood of the Nottinghamian shop-lifters, muggers, pick-pockets, illegal immigrants, students, drug-pushers, alcoholics, house-breakers, uninsured car owners, TWOCers and the TWOCed, Benefit cheats… Sorry, got carried away there! Anyway, it seemed to me, that there was a general feeling on their mushes, of resignation, acceptance of the inevitable, and a touch of euphobia, perhaps?

5Fri16Down along Long Row and onto Wheeler Gate. To try to find some lavender Dettol at the Poundland store on there. I took this dismal photo of the appallingly messy looking Slab Square, and South Parade. The mood was becoming depressive around the area, and my EQ told me to be wary. Nothing happened, but I put myself in Defence and Desticated mode.

At the self-serve tills, a really kind lady put the things through for me, (she was on duty the last time when I got the sensory nerve-ends problems and kept dropping things, which didn’t endear me to the waiting in the queue, shoppers behind me!). I managed surprisingly to remember the card number! I came out with; Sliced wholemeal cobs, Lavendar Dettol, 5Fri017and mushroom pate. I made sure I told the lady that I appreciated her help, and off out into the rain and increasingly nasty wind outside.

I hobble across the market, and up Queen Street onto Upper Parliament Street, and took this photograph towards the Victoria Centre shopping centre (mall).

5Fri018As I turned to go back down Queen Street, the skies darkened threateningly. No one was at the bus shelter waiting. I got myself underneath the cover of the plastic overhang. A lady joined me, and she was concerned about the L9 being late. As I was explaining about the bus always being late on this run, due to the changeover of 5Fri019drivers. The bus arrived to make me a liar! Hehe!

I had a failed go at the crosswording on the way back. I believe I was the only person to get off of the bus at Winwood Heights.

WD 100.20.0 And it was into the most horrendously high winds I’ve ever suffered. Just getting to the door was a battle to stay on my feet. Luckily the bus stop is now close to Winchester Court, and I entered their lobby and walked through the link passages back to Woodthorpe Court. As I got in my own lift lobby, the warmth of the new Winwood Court was replaced with a colder, drafty Woodthorpe one!

5Fri20WD 100.20.0 Up to the flat, and took an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-we. I came out of the wet room and saw a note had been put through the letterbox. Oh, Damn! Again, I’d just missed the phlebotomy nurse by five minutes! But no guilt lingered for once. No one had told me when she was due! I had not received any Notification of what my last test results or what the new doses should be! Not from the Sherwood Medical Practice, nor the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic either!  BPAFMPOM (Beyond-Pathetic-and-Feeble-Minded-Pissed-off-Mode) engaged)

5Fri21I was in a depression now.

I put the receipts on the computer to use in the morning to update. Got the nosh done. Made some pate and tomato sarnies, the last of the open garden peas and beetroot. As if to point out my change in luck, I took a photo of the plate of fodder. It seems to have drifted off into the ether when I put the images on in the morning! Grumph!

I felt sickened with missing the blood nurse, especially as it was not my fault, but I know I’ll get blamed! The Desticate from my EQ, now becomes clear, why!

Depressed, enervated, annoyed and spiritually incapacitated, I forced myself to do the washing up and handwashing.

Got down in the recliner, and mentally stewed for ages. Sour, bitter, frustrated and gloomy.

So, no change there, then!

19 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Friday 13th December 2019: Humph!

  1. Interesting election results. Will they now go about trying to impeach Boris? Seems to be all the rage to go into a rage over election results and start impeachment proceedings these days. That looks like a very wet outing with a lot of people out in the wet. That is so sad you missed your Vampire by only five minutes. Not a good state of affairs. Well worth a good stew. Although, you didn’t bother to make a stew after stewing for a time?

    • I hope Boris can get on with the Brexit now, but the socialist hoard will not be happy, they never are. I’m a happier person than any of them are! Hehe! Why does the world want to destroy Boris and Donald? What have they done, that other leaders before them throughout time, done? Humph!
      Most disappointed in the meal photo going AWOL, Tim! The adriennes pate and tomatoe Dagwood cobs, were brilliant! Tskl! Last photo of the day mind, and the fingers were playing up a bit, so I mayu have thought I’d taken it… No, no! I recall looking at it? Or do I? Going bonkers here! Still annoyed with myself for missing the Angel, although, it was a different one, judging by the handwriting on the telling-off note.
      Stewing well today? Hahaha! I’m stewing again now, and the fed-upperednmess, is not going away yet. A bit of good luck might help me. (What a dreamer!) I must shake-off this self-pityh, for pities sake, it’s the pits!
      The new keyboard layout is helping me make record mistakes. The Grammarly checker, now informs me “You have made less mistakes this month than 3% of WordPress members. I had to read it twice. Hehe! It used to average 60% before the stroke.
      But hey-ho, you’re comments have cheered me a tad. ‘I thank you!’

    • No, he won’t be impeached. If he fails to deliver on his promises he will be voted out of office by the British people. Something that all right-thinking people hope will take place in your country next year when the electorate throw out the draft-dodging, pussy-grabbing, tax-avoiding, orange cretin that’s been stinking out the Oval Office for way too long. Have a nice day 🙂

      • He’ll be impeached by the House and left in office by the Senate. He’ll pout and twirtter till the Senate, thanks to Moscow Mitch McConnell, will have saved narcissistic Donnie’s terribly fragile baby-like ego by giving him a new fantasy/lie he’ll call “exoneration”! The masses will goosestep along with that lie, call the call of the loyals, “Heil Donald, heil!”

      • Once again, Weggers, I prostrate my limey self before your wisdom and verbosity. I believe Mr Trump is what your compatriots rather aptly describe as a ‘lowlife dirtbag’ 🙂

      • Close…”MFing lowlife dirtbag pxxxx grabbing SOB”. Fortunately, thanks to the ingenuity of the early people of your isle, there are many other colorful words that can be used to describe his other specific qualities! Thanks!

      • THere has alway been a bond twixt us. Some youngsters no long have that, and dis the USA. If you can remember, I told some of the m that they would not be here but for the sacrifice made my thousands of soldiers on D-Day alone, were as part of Operation Overlord were figures are approximately 2,700 British, 946 Canadians, and 6,603 Americans. (I didn’t have the figure then of course, just said thousands). They asked what Overlord was. They are young, but I’d hoped such things would be remembered for a lot longer.
        Cheers mate.

      • Teamwork. That has been the success of NATO, for example, and why Trump is a menace when he trivializes the purpose and the history of that organization.

  2. “The odd mood I woke-up in; meant an end to my moments of uhtceare. With klebenleiben, and clinomania shaken-off, a sort of semi-coherence returned to the brain, and I rose up….” Whew! When this happens to me, I just hope I make it to my goal without stumbling over something or tarrying too long to start the foot race! LOL!

  3. Are they really bits of masticated chewing gum? That’s dreadfully interesting (with a definite emphasis on the dreadful!) enjoyed your meanderings – it’s just like talking to Dad again – gruff with underlying wry humour that alleviates the dire grumble. Think I’ll follow along – can you please find out about the chewing gum – need verification you’re right – that’s very much what it looks like though 🤔

    • Welcome to our little club. All my muitlitude of fans like a good laugh, well one of em does, the other I’m not certain about. Harf-harf!
      I truly thoujght it was bird poo last year, and someone tol;d me it was chewing gum. It’s everywhere in town. I’ll ask the Council next time I go to town, and find out for sure.
      I must say you’ve got me weighed up! I love your description of me demeanor. Haha!
      TTFNski, taketh care.

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