Inchcock Today – Monday 6th January 2020: I believe Inchcock’s Diary, could confuse Confucious! It does, Inchcock!

2020 Jan 06
If Only It Could Have Been!

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Monday 6th January 2020

Welsh: Dydd Llun 6ed Ionawr 2020

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23:10hrs: I stirred in need of a wee-wee. The overweight heavily-stomached and aching all over for some reason body was reluctant to be prised away from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner. The toe still throbbed from last night’s double-stubbing!

I got to the wet room without too much hassle, all the same. I’d gone to the WC as opposed to using the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) because I was sure the need for a Porcelain Throne evacuation was imminent. For several mornings now, the urgent need had arisen with minutes of my escaping the clutches of the recliner, and each time I had been lucky to get to the wet room on time. (I felt rather smart and smug about this planning!) However, after the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee was finished, the hands washed, Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding treated, and I’d got to the kitchen, and still no signs of my needing a heavy-duty session had arrived. Tsk!

But I had to return to the wet room in need of another wee-wee! This one of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) Mode.

1Mon 01The knees and legs looked a tad more colourful than of late. With the Clopidgrel lumps returning. But the blood papules and all veins were looking calm. I did have a new small purplish-blue blotch on the inner of the right leg that might turn into something that the Tate Gallery might be interested in as it develops? Haha!

1Mon02Washed and creamed, medicated things, and back to make a brew and take the medications.

I got the computer on and checked the Google Diary for the next few day’s duties and appointment.

I must out today to get some bits of nosh in. No time over the next three days, I’ll be stuck indoors again. Well, two indoors, the third hopefully visiting Sister Jane at her Mansion. But don’t think I’m afraid of going there and getting told-off, tutted-at, and receiving down-the-nose looks with a curled lip, that could melt and disintegrate Tungsten, and my pockets picked by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. Well, nervous, perhaps!

WD 0.0.255 As I was changing to WordPress to start the updating of the Sunday post:

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I felt like crying, but instead, I inwardly vituperated to Mr Fries and cursed my accursed bad luck in moving from BT to Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet. Although looking back now, BT was about as bad as this shower is at providing a decent service! Mind you, Fries’ lot charge more!

I went to make another brew of tea and cleaned the pots I’m missed from doing last night. When I returned to the computer, at least it had a connection – albeit was still slow. My dislike for Mr Fries and Liberty-Global went down to Defcon 3.

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I plodded relentlessly on with the updating. Other than a good few wee-wees, which were a variety of modes, length, pain, and splashbackabilities. Got the post finished eventually. When the top-priority demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

WDP 10R02LWD 0.0.255 Off to the wet room, I made it in time enough, although it was still closer than I would have liked, for comfort. The passing went well, no bleeding and little mess and pain. The only thing worth mentioning was after the event, and a tad perplexing! The water in the WC, was bubbling, almost like in a geyser? One flush cleared the contents, and I could not help but stick my finger in the water, to assure myself it wasn’t actually hot! The bubbles continued for about another minute, then died down. I was in a state of puzzlement, mystification, and bewildered at what could have caused this violent bubbling in the first place? Another enigma of my beloved Nottingham City Homes, Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, producing illusion, delusion, & hallucinational activities! Hehehe! Mmm?

I struggled with the slow internet service, with the odd intermittent few seconds going downtime, and went on the WordPress Reader. Then the TFZer Facebooking.

By the time I had around top starting this page off, spend about an hour on it, with the regular wee-wees (I hope they ease-off before I go out later), is needed, I got around to thoughts of food, and what to have for brekkers. I decided on a mug of tea and some cornflakes, providing they had not gone all soggy (I’ve had them in for a while now!). I went to check them out.

1Mon02aBrekkers was corn flakes with a jam tart and mint bikkies with a mug of the very bestest brew, Glenghettie Gold. And it was so good!

Washing the dishes, and the summoning to the WC arrived, and I  did the Ablutionalisatiioning at the same time.

Many dropsies were done. The toothbrush and paste were very active in their flying and slipping out of the hand today.

1Mon05aAfter the shave and shower, the sock glide battle victory went to the green plastic-covered metal frame, in particular to the finger-trapping holding gripper, known to me as Agripper the Hun! And at times like these, a few other choicest descriptive and curse-like words. (I shiver at the very thought of it!) 

I got dressed and prepared the black and recycling bags to take down with me.

WDP 003l WD 0.0.255A I got the shoes on and went to start the flat checks, taps, lights, etc. before leaving. As I went into the kitchen, I tripped on the raised door-stopper, and tumbled knees first onto the floor! After a few moments of annoying verbal responses, I struggled to bet back up, painfully onto my pins.

1Mon04It turned out that the reason for the Whoppsie was that the velcro on the shoes, had stopped sticking altogether? I tried my best to get them to work without any success. So, into the bin, they were dispatched. After I applied dollops of Phorpain Gel, well rubbed in, I tried the other pair of shoes, but the velcro on them was not exactly reliable? What’s going on?

After the pains eased, I moved on and got the bags on the trolley.

WDP 10R02LWD 0.0.255 As I was putting on the new coat, I spotted that the tear on the left-hand side of the tweed had got a lot worse! Oh, dear, getting wee’d-off now! I had to dig out the old but used only once flak-jacket type coat.I’d stopped wearing it after one try because it was too tight for me with the weight I put on after the stroke. Amazingly, it fitted? Ah, well!

I departed the flat and took the black bags to the waste-chute. Then down in the lift and took the recycling bag to Stew’s room.

1Mon06WDPH01R4WD 0.0.255 As I went into the welcoming warmth of the link Corridor to Winwood Court, I spotted that the Fire and access door out to the alfresco benches was still ajar! It’s been a security risk like this for many weeks now, but nobody in authority seems to be interested or bothered about it?

1Mon05I’ll mention it again to the ILC if I see one on the way out. I still have a yearning to get out there one day, on a bench, with my crossword book, pen, and a flask of tea and a bar of chocolate, perhaps. In the warm sunshine? What did I say? Sunshine? What’s that then? Hehehe!

1Mon07I proceeded in an Easterly direction (hehe!) along the link corridor, towards the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinator’s), Wardens. Interrogation Office, hopefully, to remind them off the open external door, again. I could hear much laughter coming from the 1Mon06alady’s hairdresser salon that cheered me up a bit. I like it when folks are happy, a rarity nowadays. No luck in finding any ICL, so I went into the Winwood Court Social Area, and had a go at the crossword book puzzles.

As I plodded on to the Winchester Court lobby, I was most pleased with the lack of hassle from Arthur Itis, considering the tumble I took earlier.

I found a few tenants sat in there awaiting the bus. Doris, Cyndy, Margaret, May, and name unknown others were there. I handed around the nibbles and accepted the snide remarks, insults, put-downs, and the superior sarcasm from Frank in good spirit and kept walking around in case the knees froze up. As soon as I got outside to go to the bus stop, I realised that the cold, bitter, Winwood Heights wind was still with us. Brrr! I took a few photos while laughing with the ever-growing clan at the shelter.

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When we got on the bus, I settled in the corner side-saddle seat. Cyndy, Doris and Frank and a couple of other tenants sat nearby. We chatted en route, but a lot of what was said, I had to guess by the sayer’s facial expression. For the hearing aids seemed to be losing power occasionally? I got off last on Upper Parliament Street, the others scattered. The w1Mon10ind seemed less vicious in the City Centre.

I hobbled into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and straight to the Next shop, and got a voucher.

Then out back onto Parliament Street, and stood for a while, watching the Nottinghamian’s cross against the Don’t Walk sign. One pedestrian actually shouted and gestured at a driver as he turned from Milton Street!

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1Mon13I crossed over later and stopped to take this snap of the crowds in Clumber Street. The Nottinghamians appeared in a slightly better, less down-in-the-mouth mood today, and Pavement Cyclists were noticeable by their absence?

Also, Arthur Itis was still kind to me? Considering the force in which Arthur’s knees hit the kitchen floor, this is strange. Very Oddlimost! Ah, maybe the Phorpain gel for once, and the extra codeine might have helped?

I limped along, at a fair rate of knots, the three-wheel-guide was empty so easier to control. And I got to the Poundland World on Wheeler Gate and spent a fair bit of dosh. I ended up buying; Dettol disinfectant, a Pork Farms pork pie, a can of beef in gravy, sliced wholemeal rolls, steak slices, cooked chicken slices, almonds, cashews, Orange flavoured digestive bikkies and a lemon breeze spray disinfectant. The lady put them through for me within a couple of minutes, less her.

1Mon14I got the things in the bags evenly weighted, and off through the square towards the bus stop.

The slab square was still being cleaned up after the Winter Wonderland. What a messy, untidy flop that was!

1Mon14aAt the bottom of Queen and King Streets on my way up to the bus shelter, I spotted this chap in his mini-street cleaner, taking a rest and break. It looked like a new vehicle. I wonder if they sell them one at a time? I could use the recharging facility on Chestnut Walk? Just a thought. Hahaha!

1Mon16I got up to the L9 bus stop. Not many folks around today? And none got on en route back to Winwood Heights. I fought against falling asleep all the way. But the driver helped me, by his imitating Nigel Manson with his driving. Thus, I had to stay awake to concentrate on not being tipped out of the seat on each corner!

Back on Chestnut Walk at the flats, I got off last as is usual. (This avoids me getting trampled on as I get off of the bus, Haha!) I stopped for a while to chinwag with Penny, and hand-over her belated New Year treat, only a little bottle of wine, but she liked it.

I walked back through Winchester into Winwood Court. I was going to try to tell Warden and Laptop dancer Deana, about the door still being insecure, open in fact, on the link passage. But they were very busy with people in the office, so I plodded on. I had a look at the door as I went by it, it was still open.

1Mon16aIn the lift and up, out and into the flat. Where for some unknown, possibly weird, reason I decided that I’d get the handwashing done. So, it was done, rung and hung.

By the time I’d finish it, I was feeling well-drained and the usual afternoon confusion-of-the-brain was returning. Tsk! I moved the evenings clothing to the airers.

This started me thinking, my wee-weeing is a bit erratic innit? One day none stop, the next little at all?

I found a packet of the mushroom pate in the fridge and thought it would go nice in the wholemeal rolls.

Then I investigated in the freezer 1Mon18band found the chips I’d forgotten about having. They were called Truffle Fries and looked almost pale-green in colour when I opened the packet. It had bits of what looked like black pepper spread over them. And had a smell that I’ve never sniffed before to them. I was in two-minds (As usual, though!) about whether I 1Mon19should try them or not? I had a look at the ingredients list on the bag: Potatoes, sunflower oil, Black Truffle & Sea Salt, Dried parsley etc. I don’t even know what a truffle really is? I decided to try them out.

WDP 20193AWD 0.0.255 I and got them in the oven cooking, and set to making the roll sarnies. This is when I realised I’d forgot to get some tomatoes! Humph! So I put lashings of caramelised onion chutney, in the rolls with the mushroom pate!

1Mon17Oh, boy, how I managed to keep my hands off of them I don’t know. The aroma of the pate was tempting me to eat them straight away. But, being a good boy, I resisted. Hah-ha!

The truffle fries didn’t look cooked after the 25 minutes recommended time in the oven, so I gave them long and kept having a look at them.

When it came to plating them, they smelt so different to anything I’ve cooked before and were still a tinge green looking. But, by golly, they tasted so good! Now, I have to remember where I got them from. Humph! They almost tasted like meat?

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I found out the chips were bought from Iceland. So I must do an order for next week with some of the Truffle fries on in the morning!

I got the pots washed, took the evening medications and applied some gel on the knees.

WDPright05aThen, I just think I might have fallen asleep as I was actually getting into the recliner, cause I can’t remember anything after that?

Life gets very complicated with ageing. I know! Humph!

4 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Monday 6th January 2020: I believe Inchcock’s Diary, could confuse Confucious! It does, Inchcock!

  1. A breakfast of champions and mushroom pate sandwiches and fries for dinner. Doing well in the food department. You lots of decent photos on your out and about.

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    • A bit special; that nosh, Tim. The truffle fries were good, I’ve ordered some more!
      I forgot to look up what truffle are, must do it next, but they make a good flavouring.
      The camera was well used, but so ma ny shot didn’t get to the card… I wonder if its possible for a camera to get Peripheral Neuropathy from its owner, and not get the messagers to the brain? Hahaha!
      Takleth care, Sir.

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