Inchcock Today (Briefly) Saturday 11th January 2020: Another Chinwagless Saturday

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INCHCOCK TODAY (Briefly)

Saturday 11th January 2020

2250hrs: Woketh up.

Blog updated.

Went to get the ablutions done. What farcicalness! I took the PPs off ready, and blood was all over them from the crotch area.

I assumed it would be Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, but no! I could find no leaks anywhere, apart from a tiny bit in the delicate area at the top inside of the right leg front. That, and the continuing flow of deep red blood that followed, confused me? (Not a hard thing to do!) The batteries ran out in the toothbrush, I replaced them and still had to use the hand-brush, because the new Duracells would not work? Got three cuts while shaking and shaving, Seccades Sandra kicked off. The radio batteries ran out. As for the dropsies, well, there must be something I handled that didn’t drop or shoot out of my right hand, but I can’t think of anything at the moment! Grumph! The sock-glide, at least, didn’t cause me any injuries today. The pins looked okay, other than the ankles were swelling up a touch.

I got the black bins sorted and ready to take to the waste chute.

Then went down to take some treats to Winwood Court kitchen for the tenants. No one there, so I left them near the door.

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I’d forgot to take a pen to add my name to the list of people interested in going to Mo’s funeral. Back to Woodthorpe Court. By then, (08:05hrs) it was late enough for me to use waste the chute, so I did.

Cracked my head on the lid. I may have muttered something like, ‘flipping ‘eck!’, or ‘Botherations!’

Back down again with the pen, and added my moniker to the list. Gaynor had told me about this yesterday. Bless her cotton socks.

Back up to the flat and did some tidying up in the supposed bedroom, but is in fact, a junk room that would put Steptoe & Son’s front office to shame!

The intercom burst into life. I went to the hallway and admitted the lad with food. He put it inside the door for me, I thanked him, and off he shot. Looking little stressed, I thought.

I got the fodder out of the bags and checked to see what had been substituted. To my pleasant surprise. No, amazement, there were no substituting at all!

But, as usual, there was a problem with the delivery. Three things actually.

  1. I didn’t realise it was frozen
  2. The outer sleeve had been damaged
  3. And it was a ‘Microwave Ony’ meal.

Not having a microwave oven, put the mockers on my plan to eat the Smoked Haddock Risotto today (Binned it!) Why bin it, you ask? When I decided to try and cook it in the oven and opened the cover, there was a smell like rotten eggs when I pulled off the wrapper! Eugh!

I updated this blog while some Truffle Fries and the last of Southern Fries were cooking and then got the meal served up. Somewhat overdid the quantity by a long shot!  and I enjoyed it so much. You can see the different chips by their colour, the greeny ones are the Truffle fries. I ate only about a half of this much-to-big meal I’d done. I don’t know what made me cook so much?

What I ate tasted okay though, Flavour-Rating 6.5/10.

I did the washing of the pots, and I don’t know why, but my mind concentrated on the Mainline Bus that I caught coming back from HRH Sister Jane’s abode. I thought, maybe I could use it going the other way if I go again. I dug out the timetable I’d taken from the bus. When I say, dug-out, I mean ‘spent fifteen minutes finding it. Haha!

But the print was far too small to read, so the idea drifted from my muddled brain, to be replaced with thoughts of Mo’s funeral on Monday. She would not have liked us to mope, and I hope to avoid showing any other emotion, other than the one she brought to us all:  Joy and her infectious smile.

The indefatigable, full of vim and vigour, ball of fun, much-missed, Mo! ♥

9 thoughts on “Inchcock Today (Briefly) Saturday 11th January 2020: Another Chinwagless Saturday

  1. Recognized the inimitable Mike Steeden there I did. Greetes to you and family too, Mike 🙂
    With you in remembering Mo and will keep her memory in my heart: your words on Mo make her dear here and all the introduction I need.

    • Inchcock – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock

      Ah, romantic poet of poets, our Mike is. A grand chap too. Hope he reads this.
      It’s goiong to be hard tomorrow, Bill. But knowing her nature, she’ll not want moping.
      Taketh care, Sir..

  2. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
    Timothy Price

    One would think that you could take the Smoked Haddock Risotto out of the container and heat up on the stove or in the oven. But if it smelled like rotten eggs it probably would still have been bad after microwaving it. That’s nice Mo’s family wants everyone to wear bright colors since that’s what she liked. It’s good to honor a person the way they were. That meal looks pretty good for only a 50% taste rating.

    • Inchcock – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock

      I couldn’t understand why it said, in small (but bold) print: ‘For Cooking in a Microwave Only’?
      I fancied it so much and was so disappointed when the putrid pong on opening shook me. I wonder if that is why I didn’t eat more of the eventual meal? Mmm?
      The sky and flowers you posted, well, amazing, Sir!

      • Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
        Timothy Price

        We have beautiful skies out here. The flowers have been really nice to have.

      • Inchcock – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock

        Ah, I love them. Them and trees, and ducks of course, all specia;l to me. Hoipe you can get a chance to enjoy them, Sir.

      • Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
        Timothy Price

        I almost always get out to enjoy the trees and wildlife.

  3. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
    Doug Thomas

    Sorry about Mo. I agree with Mo, though: no tears, please, at my funeral. I’ve lived a good life so far, have no expectation of significant changes, and death usually is welcome when it comes whether most people realize it or not till the time comes.

    • Inchcock – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock

      Thanks.
      Well said, Doug, mate

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