Inchcock Today -Wednesday 19th February 2020: I ended up so weary, addlepated, disorientated and befuddled! Normal day, then?

2020 Feb 19

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Wednesday 19th February 2020

Croatian: Srijeda 19. Veljače 2020. Godine

00 Feb 19

22:55hrs: I’d had to get up for a wee-wee, and decided to stay risen. Hehe!

I pondered over will the delivery arrive or not today. The second day of staying in waiting today, still, it might come. (I know, it might not as well!)

WDPT07LI hobbled to the kitchen, and became aware that Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Toothache Tim and Back-Pain-Brenda were all being good to me? Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking Shaun were, however making up for the absence in severity, of the others. That was a mouthful that sneaked out!

As I lifted the mug from the hook to make a brew, there followed a juggling act, as the nerves failed and it was like it bounced out of hand several times before I got it under control. I failed at least three times to catch it, but every time it jumped upwards and gave me another chance. I didn’t know I could juggle a China-mug. The fact that I didn’t let it fall and break, possibly contributed to the inner laughter and amazement that I felt at getting away with no Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplop incident! A genuine dollop of good luck there – almost a miracle! I could not help but engage a Smug-Mode for a while. Hahaha!

3Wed01I got the kettle on and took the medications. Took a photo, then made the tea, and as my extraordinary experience of good luck has always been followed by going back to my usual jinxed-misfortunes, but worse ones, I fetched the milk from the fridge, and returned it, circumspectly, wearily and carefully! Thus avoiding any lachrymose moments. All went well!

I got settled with the tea at the computer, planning to make a start on finalising yesterday’s blog. A sudden urgent need arose for the Porcelain Throne to be visited, and it was, as fast as my little ailing legs and waking stick would allow me. Swoosh!

3Wed03WD 250.0.100 After the two previous difficult to move evacuations, this one started off the same, solid as a rock, nowt moving! I got on the crossword book puzzle. I was not expecting things to shoot out so easily and quickly. But, once it started, painfully, mind you, and of the innards own accord, it was a few seconds, and I heard the ‘Splosh’, all over! A fair bit of bleeding, but no messy attributes. I cleaned up and returned to the computer.

WD 250.0.100 Will I ever get this flipping post started! I had a quick check of the emails first, in case any news about the delivery had come in. There were none about the parcel, but two from the Doctor’s Surgery. At first, I thought it was miraculous that the appointments for the hospital had arrived so soon. But no, nothing about the cardiac or falls team appointments at all. One was giving the new INR Warfarin dosages (No mention of the level recorded again) The other asking me to phone the surgery to make appointments with Doctor Vindla and the Nurse separately. So, it seems the blood test taken for the hospital had come back, and they may want some more? Or some scrappings for analysis from the Clopidogrel lumps and contusions?

So, I replied to the appointment one, reminding them for the umpteenth time, of my hearing problems, and asked them if they could make the appointments via email. For a Monday of Wednesday, as early as possible, please. Worra life! I’ll see what reply I get later. I then checked on the Google Calendar to make sure that no other appointments were due on those days. Phew, all clear.

3Wed03WD 250.0.100 The summoning came from the innards once more, and off to the Porcelain Throne. All the signs indicated just like they did one the last visit, so I girded my loins in readiness and did not waste a second in getting there. But nothing happened. No pressure, no releases, not even any wind came out! I stayed a while just in case of an 3Wed04unexpected late version and had a go at the crosswords. While loquaciously nattering away to myself. Nothing happened. Mmm!

I took the opportunity to take a shot of the pins, they looked almost the same as yesterday to me. Another first! Haha! I later threw away the short cotton socks I bought and wore yesterday. Not only were they falling down all the time, but they were uncomfortable, and I felt the cold.

The unrelenting ‘Hum’ kept me company as I started the upgrading of the blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were making life more difficult, mistakes and corrections abounded!  After a few hours, I got caught up and posted the post. Post Haste! Hehehe!

3Wed06I went on the TFZer Facebooking. Then on the WordPress Reader.

After which, had another search for the rice cooker guide booklet, and made another mug of the Glenghettie tea. It was initially made with the Welsh miners in mind. The poor devils couldn’t taste ordinary tea, after all that soot 3Wed07they swallowed every day. That’s my view, and brew anyway!

Before starting this blog going, I checked the emails, and I’d had a positive response from the Doctors receptionist. They offered me both appointments for Wednesday 26th. I have to arrive on time to fit in the extended consultations time. (What’s that for then?) Be there for 09:00hrs, Doctor 09:00 > 0945hrs – Blood tests (and other?) tests, finish ETA 10:45hrs. This should be interesting getting the results and actions needed. Still waiting for the hospital appointments, but if it was anything important or urgent, I’d have heard something by now. (I can hear the botherational ‘Hum’ alright!) Haha!

I had a little bash at Facebooking again. I got on with this post and eventually stopped, to have a go at doing some much-needed graphics. I got only two completed and saved.

No signs of the delivery parcel coming. But I have been entertained by the ‘Tip-tapping’, ‘Bang-banging,’ ‘Drill-drilling’ and ‘Clunk-clunking’ of the Fire-Sprinkler engineers. Who now seem to have gone on their lunch-break. But it can’t be helped, and they are a grand set of lads. The agrannoying ‘Hum’. And the toothache that is beginning to come on a smidgeon worse, I think. All accompanied me. Haha!

The mental fatigue is starting. The desire to degust has arrived, too! The eyelids are getting heavy. The innards are rumbling a bit for some unknown reason. The borborygmus is getting louder. And damn-it, as I typed this paragraph, Ann Gyna started stabbing at me! Oy-Oy-Oy! 

The EQ gave me the impression that I can expect a camisado from the ailments again later on. Nothing else, no details of the type of expectancies, from which ailment or anything. Just the promise that an attack will be launched. I do, so-hope that the EQ is wrong this time! Oh, dearie me!

I became incapable of doing any typing or housework, within seconds of Dizzy Dennis joining the onslaught.

I thought it a good idea to get something to eat. So went and made a meal of sorts. Vanned potatoes, garden peas, mini pork & pickle pies and some beetroot. I’m not really feeling up to much, suddenly. 

Having something to eat might help? I’ll test out whether to eat anything, as to how I feel when I get it made. Oh, dearie me, getting addlepated now!

WD 250.0.100 Preparing the meal, I sort of went into never-never land, one of my famously ignored by the medical profession, moments of addlepated-vagueness, ambiguousness and blurredness. In other words, that doesn’t sound such a cleverer description, I went into a ‘Blank Spell’! I think it might have lasted for about half-an-hour or so. For I cannot recall making the meal on the tray, I even did the washing up of the saucepan and cooking utensils, with no memory of it?

I came around; if that’s the worDSCN2005d. With the camera in my hands, and taking this photographicalisation of the tray? Yet, instantly, I took in the situation and could remember telling Dr Vindla of a similar incident I suffered a month or so ago, during my visit to see her last week. Dr Vindla’s summoning me back for the results will give me a chance to explain this incident to her, at least.

The Thought storming started as I got down to eat the fodder. There was no panic or fear involved; I was calm about the situation. I scribbled a note, on my nocturnal pad, to mention this on on next weeks blood test results appointment. What might/could have happened during the ‘blank period’. I thought about things but decided not to fret, ’cause there was nothing I could do now. But I felt uncomfortable that they happen at all.

Anyway, I enjoyed the meal all-the-same. And the head cleared as I digested the feast. I seem to have made a grand job of making up three-and-a-half milk roll, Dagwood style sarnies. (How come when I know what I’m doing, and am supposedly ‘with-it’, I can’t make Dagwoods anywhere near as well as these on the plate? Hahaha!) The tomatoes tasted grand, the bread over buttered, but tasty, and I must have thrown caution to the wind with the amount of onion salt I put on them – they were fantastically flavoursome!

 I’d love to know where I found the potato cakes, I lost them weeks ago? I’ve eaten them all now. Har-har!

WD 250.0.100 By the time I was finishing the meal, the brain had regained a modicum of control mentally. But, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, so I put the tray down to avoid any accifauxpas. At that moment, the door-chimes rang out, I thought whoever this is is using both bell-pushes, so I assumed it would be someone who knew me. 

WDPT03LWD 250.0.100 On the way to the door, Shaking Shaun and Stuttering Stephany joined in the physical-jinx. By the time I opened to door, I must have looked and sounded a scary sight to whoever was ringing the bell! (Oh, dearie me, yes!)

On opening the door, I saw the delivery chap with the small parcel in his hand. My shaking, stuttering and struggling to get the words out, shoulder jerking about, and balance not good etc. did not phase the gentleman one iota. What he did and said in response, sounded like he was a Doctor or nurse, not a delivery driver. His understanding and resp[onses were perfect, at calming and settling me down, and made me regain some confidence again. Bless you, Sir! I thanked him for his understanding, patience and help.

I returned with the parcel, placed it near the Ottoman, and threw away the bits of the meal not eaten, washed the pots and settled down to watch some interesting documentary stuff about subterranean caves and buildings on the TV.

Why I even watched the programme all the way through! Just! The bliss of sleep arrived then, but there were so many waking ups to contend with. Although I did repeatedly nod-off again within minutes each time. No Thought Storms, thankfully.

Evening, all!

 

Inchcocksi: Tuesday 18th February 2020: Stuck indoors day again! Blumphumerations!

2020 Feb 18

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Tuesday 18th February 2020

Bulgarian: Вторник, 18 февруари 2020 г.

00 Feb 18

01:45hrs: I stirred, wriggled and stretched the body a little, to test out the ailments that were on duty this morning, and had a blank moment or two, while I waited for the brain to catch up with me. Back-Pain Brenda and Anne Gyna let themselves be known first. Terence Toothache was not as bad as he had been.

When I eventually tackled extracting the Mr Blobby body from the £300, second-hand recliner and rose to my feet, caught my balance and grabbed the stick, Arthur Itis joined in the ‘Lets-Give-Inchcock-Some-Pain’ regiment! But he was not in a foul mood, but I still could have done without his input!

As I was making my way, nice and steadily hobbling to the wet room for a wee-wee, the arrival of the morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne caused me to increase speed a little. I needn’t have bothered rushing. Another marathon sit-and-wait session. I pondered on whether or not to take a Senna later, had a go at the crosswording, picked my nose, and lethargically pondered on my past errors and failures…

WDP 1Lda

wd 60.25.0 2 Then, a sign of movement! I tensed and tentatively waited for the pain to start… Sure enough, it did! Slowly as progress was very slowly made, the pain increased. The relief when things that had no control from me, finally ended, with a loud, splashing kerplunk, was blessed! I almost felt the need to check if my torso had been split in half! Hehehe! On the bright side, it was not messy, and there was no bleeding at all! But the agony!

Washed and off to the kitchen, where the loathsome susurration-like ‘Hum’ was worse than ever!

WDP 1R2Tue01wd 60.25.0 2 I got the kettle on, took the medications, made the brew and an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance emanated from the right leg. It was a good un! But, with the aid of the four-pronged walking stick and clinging to the cooker, I managed to stay upright! A few minutes later, it was as if nothing had happened. I did clout my ankle against the cupboard during the cross between the hokey-cokey and an ice-skating routine. While the leg flailed to its heart’s content.

wd 60.25.0 2 I’ve not suffered one of these for a while, and I am not too keen on doing so again! But no histrionics, the Mary Potter Treatment Centre Doctor, told me I will have to cope with the Peripheral Neuropathy, cause they can do nothing to cure it, dying nerve-ends cannot be mended. But they can help me with dealing with it. (That was ten months ago, I’m still waiting for the promised follow-up appointment!) Ah, well! So be it, it is what it is, that’s how the cookie crumbled, c’est la vie, and a part of my natural, normal, disaster-prone life, fortune and luck. Yuppity, Amen!

I moved yesterday’s handwashing onto the airers.

2Tue11

Then tackled the updating of the Monday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters in the fingers were doing better now, and this, along with my doing a lot of downloading last night, helped me complete the blog in short time.

WDP 1L wd 60.25.0 2 Out of the blue, the need for a Porcelain Throne, Mark 2 suddenly presented itself. It only seemed like a few minutes since the first one (that was because the pain still lingered from it, I suppose!) Off hastily as I could manage to the wet room. Relly cut it fine, and this time the movement started as I got on the Throne! Totally out of my control again. The evacuation ground its way out, but a lot quicker this time. And the blood flowed with it. Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations!

Still, I was in much better shape afterwards, this time. A cleaning and medicalisationing session, and back to the blogging. Which was soon finished and posted off. I went on the WordPress Reader, then Facebooking.

I think that Nurse Christina should be coming today. And I have a Morrison order due twixt 06;00 > 07:00hrs, so the ablutions will have to be tended to next.

2Tue12Well, the ablutionalisationing session went surprisingly well, up to when I was drying off and started the medicating. Dropsies, wait for it… three! Yee-ha! The razors I bought from the pound shop worked well enough. All in all, up to here, a grand even enjoyable scrub-up! I put the wrong (short) socks on, but with the battle of the sock-glide going so well, I didn’t risk changing into the new long ones. Oh, no!

WDP 13Lwd 60.25.0 2 I suppose I was overconfident with the other things going so well, cause I applied the Daktacort antifungal miconazole nitrate) corticosteroid hydrocortisone cream – that should be used for Little Inchies fungal lesion, to Harold’s Haemorrhoids! The best I can say, is it stung a lot more than usual, and this is when I realised what I’d done! A minor panic-flap took place, as I did my bestest to get it back out and off! I managed it though, but it gave a new meaning to the words ‘Hot Pants!’ Snortle, Chuckle, Snigger!

I made a brew of the Glenghettie Gold tea. The ‘Hum’ ever-present, the toothache still not too bad at all. It was very worrying!

wd 60.25.0 2 I took four photographs of roughly the same view from the unwanted, dangerous, light & view-blocking thick-framed kitchen window. I took each one in a different setting. But, being the Morosoph I am, by the time I got to put the photos on here, I’d completely forgotten which were which. I used, Auto, Night Landscape, Landscape and Aperture Priority, which sorting out which was which, was beyond me. (Al indeed, a lot of things are nowadays!)

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2Tue13I about to make a start on a page-top graphic on CorelDraw and changed my mind. (Fancy that!)

I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung instead! Made the usual bit of a mess with spilling the water again. Thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, failing me. I wondered at this time if the dying nerve ends are helping 2Tue14me to cope more easily with this toothache?

Back on the computer, and the intercom rang out! It was my Morrison delivery. The pleasant chap put the bags into the hallway for me, I took them through to the kitchen one at a time. Better safe than sorry!

2Tue15wd 60.25.0 2 A big order this one was. I put away the few tins packet and washing things, and unloaded the fresh food onto the counter so that I could check them out for dates and staleness. I’m uncertain whether I actually meant to order all this stuff. Two bottles of milk? Three ready-made Chicken Risotto meals? Although, later they were found to be 50p less each if I bought three of them. The dirty-great size of the three Spare Rib pot noodles was a bargain – 50p each! I’d overdone the desserts too! But Josie is always prepared to help me out and eat some. Haha! Looks like the risotto for tonight, I can try using the rice cooker and make some extra to top it up, that is if I can find the instruction booklet.

wd 60.25.0 2 The drilling, knocking and buzzing from the Fire Sprinkler lads in the hallway, has at least taken my thoughts away from the blasted ‘Hum.’

wd 60.25.0 2 I made a brew and started on the CorelDraw creating at last. Minutes into it, and the intercom chimed and lit-up again. It was the male phlebotomy nurse, come to take my blood for the Warfarin INR testing. He was a serious young man. I told him about and showed him the picture that Tim Hancock had sent for me of her. I mentioned how kind it was of him, and the brilliant idea of using it in a solid frame! The lad showed some interest in the frame too. But, not enough to crack a smile, I failed in that mission. He got the blood taken professionally, and was soon off to his next patient.

I moped for a while, about not getting Christina. But I had the photo to look at! Thanks, Tim!

I updated this blog, then made another mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time.

I spent hours and hours and hours… well a very long time, trying to get some graphicalisationing done. But it was a laborious heuristic job, with the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters failing so often, thus creating more errors than Saccades-Sandra was doing, and she was making plenty, I can tell yers. A slightly depressed and frustrated mode adopted. 

2Tue30Eventually, tired and brain-drained, I got the nosh prepared. I did some white Patna rice, and some ‘quick-cook BBQ flavoured as the white rice cooking came to an end, I added some Hoisin sauce to that one. The cardboard pieces, oh, no… I mean chicken pieces were the most tasteless I’ve ever had. But the rice and risotto was excellent tasting. As were the small tomatoes, lemon curd yoghourt, and the Milk Roll bread. Flavour rating: 7.5/10.

Just in case the delivery arrived, I stayed up late doing some graphics. Well, I say doing them, not many got done. It was so frustrating, I gave up, and found some TV programs with subtitles on to watch. Law & Order had two consecutive episodes on channel 21.

wd 60.25.0 2 This way I could watch without using the headphones, which would have prevented me from hearing the door chimes or intercom when the delivery arrives, which it didn’t, of course.

wd 60.25.0 2 I nodded-off and woke before midnight. Went to see if any notes had been put through the door form any missed delivery personage. Nope! 

I made my way to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) for an SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) style -Wee-wee. I decided to stay up, and got the kettle on.

Worra life!

Inchcock Today – Monday 17th February 2020: Clopidogrel side-effects on the pins (legs)!

2020 Feb 17

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Monday 17th February 2020

Zulu: UMsombuluko 17 ngoFebhuwari 2020

00 Feb 17

WD 0.30.0B 01:05hrs: I woke to the sounds of the blowing winds, rain hitting the windows. And I could still hear the flipping ‘Hum’ from the inside at the same time! Oy-oy-oy! A wee-wee was needed, and it was growing more urgent second by second. The battle to get out of the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner, was a struggle. During which it came to light that Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna were both going to be a hassle today. But thankfully, Arthur Itis seemed a lot easier on the knees! The toothache appears to have eased off a tad? I’m not complaining about that!

I grabbed the stick and utilised the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). It proved to be of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) style. But with a high degree of splashback. Off to the wet room for a hand wash. I tried for a Porcelain Throne visit while in there, but no luck.

WDP 09aLWD 0.30.0B Off to the kitchen, where I was flabbergasted to find the cupboard doors open, and the medical drawers pulled out. With various bits and pieces of cutlery and pottery in different places than normal? What’s been going on here! I looked around at the disorganised mess, and for the life of me, couldn’t remember, understand or work-out what had happened! Ah, nocturnal meanderings perhaps? Baffled completely now! To a certain extent, I managed to ostracise my worries and concerns from my mind, which was a rarity indeed, an aberration, a deviation from normality and ordinariness in itself! Inwardly, my EQ gave me a smirk?

WD 0.30.0B I got the camera to take a picture of the state of the place, and diverted to take a shot of my extraordinarily, ever-morphing legs!

Gone was the colouring of yesterday, 7Sun07the cadaverousness-bloodlessness had returned. With a few extra lumps, clumps and blood-papule growths more prominent today. The legs were of a different size to each other. The worrying signs of cramps around the shin area… but why can I not recall having any pains during the night? I pondered on trying to understand the when what and why for’s. Why should I go through the cupboards and draw, leave the mall open, and get my head down again? My IQ interrupted, with a sort of; “Forget it, at least whatever happened, you got through it uninjured!” He rounded off his statement with snide-snigger! Which made sense to me. 

WDP 003aWD 0.30.0B I took my medications, made a mug of tea, and had to shoot off back to the wet room, which was done with ease, to use the Porcelain Throne. Argh! Squawk, caterwauling and ululations! Talk about pain! What in hell had I just passed? I wonder if I might have eaten a saucepan in my nocturnal wanderings! Hehehe!

WDPH01L4WD 0.30.0B I was most disturbed when I got the computer going to update yesterdays post. Battling for domination of the imperfect brain, was the ‘Hum’, the mystery of the night’s kitchen fiasco, and Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna’s unwelcome attentions. Then the toothache got a little worse. So, I got another codeine phosphate 60g down my gullet and carried on blogging.

I did the comments first. Then on the WordPress Reader section. Later on the TFZer Facebooking.

Eventually got round to updating the Sunday blog. Which was more relaxed than it has been for ages! Saccades-Sandra and Nicodemus Neurotran1Mon03smitions were both being so kind to me! Yee-Ha!

Ablutions to be tackled! Off I limped to the wet-room. An amazing session! Dropsies were limited to the razor (3), toothbrush, and the showerhead (2).  

WD 0.30.0B The pins (legs) looked a little changed, even from the early morning shot? The toes were curling a tad too. Gawd knows why? Still got some of the odd spots from yesterday, and maybe the ankle ulcer is having another go at coming back.

As I was putting the camera on floor-cabinet, I took an unintended picture. Huh! It came out betterer than some intended ones I’ve taken. Hahaha! While looking at the photo later when I got back home, I realised the chest hairs had gone again! No wonder I was getting confused at finding hairs in the sink earlier! This has happened three times since the stroke. Another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime 1Mon16continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, rife! Hey-ho!

I got dried, dressed, and tended to the handwashing. It was easier and quicker than yesterday, I only did a pair of socks and a long-sleeved t-shirt. I don’t recall spilling any water this time, either. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Then after they were done, wrung and hung, I got a few bags taken to the chute, and one big one to take down with me for the skip.

The timing went well this Monday. As I set off, after a couple of pitiable returns to the flat to check the cooker, then the taps, I got the big bag in my hand and the three small black ones on top of the walker-guide.

WD 0.30.0B Off to the waste room, then down and out to the new skip. I’m afraid the lid has been made a lot smaller on this one. With the strong winds wanting to blow me away from the skip, I had a job getting the bags in it!

WD 0.30.0B 1Mon04Then, the planned amble to the bus stop became another challenge to overcome. The nasty winds did their best to send me back to Woodthorpe Court for a time, then fell-off as quickly as they had started! By the time, a few minutes only, that I got to the bus stop, the winds returned. Then packed in again?

As the buses both arrived, I went to the Winchester Foyer, to help Christine to the shelter in the high gusty wind, and it dropped again. Ah, well! A big crowd for the buses today, as is expected on a Monday, though. The City-bound bus arrived ahead of the Bestwood one. Surprisingly, only about four tenants got on it, including me. I had a bash at the crossword book to start with, and the trip was excellent and steady, no battling to stay in the side-saddle seat.

I arrived in town at the terminus on Queen Street, thanked the kind lady driver, and gave her a nibble bar.

The wind was evil in the City Centre as well when I got off the bus. I hobbled against the weather, down to the Slab Square. I took a series of photographs, left to right.

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1Mon07I walked the periphery of the Square and crossed over South Parade on my way to the Poundland Shop. Where I had a sniff around, and arrived at the self-serve checkouts, with the following in my basket:

A pork Farms pork pie (well they are excellent value at a quid [Guilt-Mode-Adopted!]). A BLT brown bread ready-made sarnie. Kitchen roll (they are just the right size for blowing my nose on!) A beef pastie, Dettol plain and lavender disinfectants. Toothpaste. A toothbrush (to replace the one I broke in half in my gob on Saturday, Tsk!) Cashew nuts, razors (To replace the ones I broke on Friday). And, a spray of ‘For Man – Addiction Gold perfume spray! (Well, I can try! Hehehe!)

1Mon08I had help from the same kind lady in putting them through for me. (I got a look from her when she put the ‘Man Perfume’ through the till, that said; Ah, bless him!) I gave her a can of Gin & Tonic in thanks. Then out back to the Slab Square. I took a zoomed-in shot of the flag pole on top of the Council House, that had been bent over in the high winds! Oh, dear!

I had an amble around the Square, snapping merrily away.

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1Mon10The winds seem to be dying down, but no! As I made my way up Queen Street to Parliament Street, they gusted again. I can’t remember winds doing this before – I blame Brexit, myself! Hehe!

A chappie had apparently been assigned to watch over some underground works taking place. But the girls trying on clothes in the White Rose 6 store that sells ladies handpicked recycled fashion and accessories in support of Aegis Trust, was too much of a distraction for him. You can’t blame him!

1Mon14bWD 0.30.0B When I got up onto Parliament Street, to take a photo of the traffic, I noticed a right born pillock. I think he was a food delivery nit, judging by the box on his back. He rode the wrong way against the traffic, then road his moped whatever it was, over the pelican lights 1Mon14aweaving between the crossing pedestrians! Terrible! Anyway, I took the snap along Parliament Street of the buses, in case any of my thousands of followers and reader from the USA, might find it of interest. I know they both like buses. Hehehe!

Then, as I hobbled down the hill to t1Mon14he bus stop, to take the last photo in town for the day, the wind got up again and the sun did a runner, luckily I caught it just right! Or I thought I had.

WD 0.30.0B Ailing Nicodemus Neurotransmitters packed up as I was just pressing the button on the camera! Luckily, I have got into the habit of slipping my hand in the grab strap regularly nowadays, and this trait saved me dropping the Canon on the floor! Phew! Lucky!

WD 0.30.0B I got on the bus, and immediately recognised the driver as being the Stirling Moss fan! I braced myself for a journey of battling to stay in the side-saddle seat. Just as well I did. By the time we got home to the falts, Back-Pain-Brenda and Arthur Itis had both started off! Humph! Still, I had a Chinwag with Christine on the bus.

We arrived back, and I made sure I was nearby her, in case the winds got blustery. We had a lovely natter as we walked through to Woodthorpe Court, and in the lift. Sadly I said my farewells as I got off the elevator.

I got in the flat, and no needs for any wee-weeing came. (A little unnerving that!) I got the purchases put away, and sliced some mushrooms and got them in the saucepan, with onion salt and balsamic vinegar.

WD 0.30.0B There were noises I could not recognise, banging, rustling tapping coming from somewhere inside. The ‘Hum’ continues unabated and is joined by gusting, almost singing winds occasionally. Back-Pain-Brenda and Arthur Itis were both bothersome since the bus ride home. Thank heavens the toothache was not so bad, but it’s early yet.

I made a start on updating this blog, as the sky turned into what must have been a nephrologists delight. Beautiful!

1Mon20

1Mon21WD 0.30.0B But, when I opened the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, disliked photographer-hating kitchen window, the howling wind blew through and spread about the kitchen towels, tea bag pots and oven mitts onto the floor. The window almost clouted me in the face! Cholericalisations!

1Mon23I got to three hours past my usual head-down time. Gave up on the computerisationing, and got the nosh sorted out.

WD 0.30.0B When I got it into the front room, I wondered why I left a gap in the middle of the plate? In this photo, I’d forgot to add the mushrooms. I went back to the kitchen and got them out of the saucepan and added them to the dish. Tsk!

Taste Rating of 7/10.

Got the TV on, an interesting program open the Smithsonian channel, about failed Moon missions. I thought I’ll watch that! Huh! Zzzz!

Inchcockski (Briefly) – Sunday 16th February 2020: A vacillant, up & down day.

2020 Feb 16

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Sunday 16th February 2020

Corsican: Dumenica 16 Ferraghju 2020

00 Feb 16

WD 0.0.255 2 01:15hrs: I woke up to the wind, rain and the pestiferous, infesting everywhere ‘Hum’, that was the loudest its ever been! Grrr! I escaped the clutches of the uncomfortable, £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner with ease! No Arthur Itis grumbling this morning, he’s giving me a breather I think. But, once I was up on the pins, walking stick in hand and on my way to the kitchen, Saccades-Sandra and Back-Pain-Brenda joined in with Toothache Terrie, and my spirits sank back down a tad.

I got the kettle on and needed a wee-wee. It was of the SSPP (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful) mode, so I kept the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) handily near the computer chair, my EQ told me it would be needed frequently! Took the medications and made a brew of Glenghettie tea, then straight on the computer.

WD 0.0.255 2 I had to create some graphics first on CorelDraw. This took a while, but at least Neurotransmitters-Nicodemus was a lot easier this morning. Then I got on with updating the Saturday post, it was not a good day. The rain came, and the light resisted coming out. The wee-wees that were for some reason tenacious were all of the same style, SSPP (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful). The toothache was not too bad after I’d taken the medications.

Eventually, I got the post finished and sent off to WordPress. Then a few pictures to Pinterest. Then onto Facebooking, which, with me not getting any done yesterday, cost me a few hours.

I did a couple of graphics, then had a bash at the WordPress Reader section.

7Sun10a

I made a start on Josie’s plate layout while her potatoes, cheese, butter and onion salt, and peas were laying ready to be mashed and served up.

7Sun04Ablutions time. I don’t want to look scruffy when I take Josie her Sunday lunch. I’ve not seen her this week, I’ve called at her apartment a few times.

Another decent ablutionalisationing session again.

I took the new long socks in with me, the get on after the teggies, shaving, showering and medicationalisationing etc. I just hope they will be comfortable and long enough.

A few, as-to-be-expected dropsies. The only bad one was after the session when I was leaving the flannels in the sink to soak in disinfectant and liquid soap flakes; I dropped the bottle! A bit of cleaning up needed. The sock-glide battle was a draw.

7Sun05The pins (legs) looked to have more colour. But it was most likely due to my having the wall convector heater on. Feeling a touch more vibrant and smelling nice, I made a start on creating Josie’s meal. Well, vibrant was not the word, erm, err… perhaps, Feeling not so bad, is a more accurate way of saying it. That was until I tackled the sock-glide, although no injuries or 7Sun08knocks were suffered, I discovered that the new ‘long socks’ were not so long after all! Ah, well, my own fault for buying the wrong ones! Pillock!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got everything meal-wise prepared and was about to get on the computer to do some graphics, and I realised the handwashing still needed doing! I changed direction to go back to the kitchen, lost control of the stick, and bounced into the door frame! If I remember correctly, I think I said out loud, something like; “Well, fancy that!” The bad thing about it, was, that I caught my chin on the frame, and now the blasted toothache is really giving me some stick!

7Sun09I then got the handwashing done, rung and hung. A more challenging job today, t-shirt, the weighty jammie bottoms, socks and the thin dressing gown.

I pondered a while, should I take yet another pain killer to ease the tooth? Hope the Dentist can fit me in tomorrow, and also, that he 7Sun06doesn’t (but he will) charge me for the appointment I missed!

Went to check on the cooking for my meal, and it was like someone had turned off the light! The rain was coming, on and off. By the time I’d checked the fishcakes and cheesy potatoes, it was light again. Storm Dennis? Phwert!

I got Josie’s dinner ready and served it at her door. She was in good form today, bless her.♥

Then I got my cheesy potatoes in the oven to crisp-up and did some computer catch up. Then I tended to the meal, still wondering if I dare take another painkiller. I resisted it.

WD 0.0.255 2 I moved the dressing gown and hung it in the wet room, but the wall heater on, with the intentions of turning it of in a couple of hours. (In reality, I found it ten hours later, when I went in for a Porcelain Throne session, on Monday morning! – the dressing gown was dried! Oofta!)

7Sun11I got the herring in sweet onion and pepper sauce left-over from Josie’s plate, and I sliced a black Ibera tomato. Kept checking on the fishcakes and cheesy mashed potatoes in the oven.

Got a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD in the player, ready to watch after the fodder-intaking.

7Sun12What a feast of a meal today! Cheesy mash, baked in the oven to crisp up. Garden peas (not so good, from Lidl). Herring in sweet onion and pepper dressing, black tomatoes, battered fish cakes. Onion relish, and two wholemeal cobs. A light lemon yoghourt for afters. Taste-Rating of 7.5/10.

WD 0.0.255 2 But, I paid for this treat, with a load of washing up to do, from both meals. I cut my finger on the tomato slicer. Dropped and broke the tea-bag pot! Spilt the water on the floor when emptying the bowl. Sad, innit?

Got settled early to watch the Rumpole on the DVD. Fell asleep after a few minutes, and wondered what the noise was, surely the ‘Hum’ can’t be this loud!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got up, fell over, thanks to Arthur Itis’s sudden attack in both knees, got myself back up with the aid of the four-pronged stick and the Ottoman for leverage, and went to the kitchen to have a look around to investigate this odd, loud noise. It was the rain pelting down, and wind galing around the flats!

I returned to the recliner, restarted the DVD from the beginning, and fell asleep again. A couple of hours later, I woke up again, with a start! As I considered getting up back for another poke around to see what might have shaken me from my reverie… but decided not to bother, and promptly nodded-off again! Zzzz!

Inchcockski – Sat 15 Feb 2020: The most frustrating Saturday this year. Tsk!

2020 Feb 15

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Saturday 15th February 2020

Italiano: Sabato 15 Febbraio 2020

00 Feb 15

GM05 150.001:45hrs: I woke with Saint Inchcock and Sloth Inchcock arguing in my head. Saint insisted we all get up and make a start on the blog and much-needed graphicalisationing. Sloth was saying ‘Soddit’, I’m staying in the recliner! However, after a couple of minutes debating and arguing with myself, the need for an urgent wee-wee arrived, and we had no choice but to get up, out of the second-hand, £300, sickeningly beige coloured chair!

WD 150.0.0 It’s just as well I did! I grappled with getting up, and on my feet, Arthur Itis was still annoyed, just like yesterday. Tsk! The GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) had not been needed all night, but, boy oh boy, was it used this time! I had to give this one a new name; a TTSLTATO (Torrential-Throughout-Stopped-Like-Turning -A-Tap-Off) mode! Blimey, it’s flaming lucky I didn’t take a water tablet (Furesomide) last night! It also stopped abruptly, this was a new style for me! I almost felt tired by the time it had finished. Still, there was no bleeding or pain with it. Haha!

I coped very well with the trip to the kitchen, no trips, no Dizzy Dennis nor Shaking Shaun hassle! I could see no signs of Storm Dennis through the window. Then I remembered the forecast, it said noon today to start, midnight to stop. How can they know that?

As I got the kettle on, the innards indicated immediate, imperative, essentiality that I visit the Porcelain Throne.  All the usual signs were there, the rumbling and grumbling, the automatic clenching of the bottoms-cheeks and the silent microminiature escapage of wind, that ponged like you wouldn’t believe! I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and hastened the short distance to the wet room.

WDP 2019B01AWD 150.0.0 Now I’m going to explain precisely what happened, every syllable is correct! Please skip the next two paragraphs if you’d sooner not hear about it, thank you. (I’ve put two asterisk marks in black, where the story ends for you to avoid the WC details.) I got down on the seat, thinking things would start automatically as they had been doing for days now. After several minutes of waiting for, and encouraging some movement without any luck, I got on the crossword puzzling. And waited. Then waited some more. No half-way blocking, because nothing was coming out at all, not even any wind?

6Sat01WD 150.0.0 Then it came, I had no control over the evacuation whatsoever. It was agony and a grinding pain! Things raced, though. And the pain increased as it finally ended, with a ‘Kerplunk’ and water splashed back up the rear end! When the release was done, the Savlon and foot medication spray both fell off of the floor cabinet! Could the thunderous contents hitting the water and porcelain have dislodged them? It was so funny, even at the time. Because I did not move or knock the cabinet at all? Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, so rife!

I rested a few seconds, got the stick and stood up to wash the back passage… oh, the blood had flowed, the bottom was sore, and the aroma was hardly bearable! The hue of the blood indicated it was from Haemorrhoid Harold’s inner pile-selection.

A mammoth cleaning and medicating session were completed. In between several re-flushes to remove the contents down the pipe. Humph! After washing things, the ‘Care’ haemorrhoid cream tube is now almost used up, the Savlon applied, and out came the Au de toilette spray, for some heavy use! ** 

6Sat02I noticed that the pins (legs) were almost in the same condition as yesterday. A rarity indeed, although they had gained some colour. But that would most likely be from the evacuation farce? Then I spotted, on the lower part of the right leg,  a new odd mark coming up. I thought at first it would be something that would wash off, but no! Maybe a scuff mark from yesterdays tumbles, no pain at all with it.

WD 150.0.0 I got back to the kitchen, and realised I had been in the wet room for over an hour! What a picklement I’d got myself into! Haha!

I imbibed the medication, made the tea, and got onto the computer. A lot needs doing today, graphically, and I was suddenly determined to get it done before the fatigue comes, or anymore Whoopsies or Accifauxpas activate. I updated yesterdays post, this took a few hours due to the number of photographs to sort out. Put some pictures on Pinterest. Then onto the WordPress reader.

WD 150.0.0 Then had to create the page top graphics for this blog. During which, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down (It only lasted for a minute or so, but I could not control the fingers at all for this time). My fingers and hand ran all over the place on the keyboard. I found I was now watching a blue screen, telling me I was now in a Firefox Private Window? I didn’t panic, which made a change. I turned off the internet and reloaded. All back to normal so far. (I hope!) Obviously, I had no idea what I’d pressed to get there. But my spirits lowered, and I prayed that Nicodemus will behave better now.

I took some photographs of the oh-so-changed new blue hue view. As I did so, the damned toothache kicked in again! I’m getting a little depressed here!

6Sat05a

The first in Panorama, and the second in Aperture Priority setting. But it was long later before I got around to adding these, that I may have got them the wrong way around. Sad, innit? Tsk!

07:00hrs: I made another mug of Glenghettie te+a to replace the one that had gone cold. And got some sliced mushroom in the slow-cooker. I added some onion salt and malt vinegar. The aim being, to have these ane garden peas added to the beef in onion gravy cook-in-the-pouch later on. The best-laid plans of mice and men?

6Sat05I got the mushrooms in the slow-cooker on low. Then made a brew, took another wee-wee, they were all of the same modes, up until now. I also put the casserole pan filled with water, on a low light ready for the beef later.

Back to the computerisationing.

WD 150.0.0 Oh, dearie me! I found that the moment I started typing, I had a double blow! The toothache got worse, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kicked off, and stayed of for hours! I took some more Codeines, but only through desperation with the pain. I was not happy taking so many at all. But there you go!

I spent hours and hours on graphicalisationing, and by I5:00hrs, 6Sat09I’d only got three done.

WD 150.0.0 Finding a mistake in one of them, I had to replace it with another one. The nerve ends were making work very hard.

I remembered belatedly to check on the Amazon, sock order tracker. Hard to tell, but I think it might be coming around 16 > 18:00hrs.

WD 150.0.0 I moved the mushrooms to a saucepan and added the garden peas and sliced tomatoes in with them. This was when I realised I had, yet again! – put the wrong hob on, and another of the new saucepans had its bottom burnt! I calmly got the pan off of the heat and cleaned it up the best I could. It’s looking a bit sorry, though. I got the casserole pan on the right heat hob this time. Nicodemus is still playing up!

WD 150.0.0 I’m afraid I then started to feel a little depressed. (Well, sorry for myself I think!) The day started fair enough, but now things are going out of sync for me.

But I had to bumble along and try to get some Thoughts done for the blog tomorrow.

No one to talk to. Toothache. The transmitters annoyingly failing more than working, thus making things on the CorelDraw take three or four times as long. I’ve got to stay up for the long hosiery socks to arrive, so I might as well try to get some graphics done. The damned ‘Hum’ is getting louder! Someone above keeps tap-tapping at something. The handwashing needs doing!

And now, I’ve just made a mug of tea, and dropped the milk bottle!

WD 150.0.0 Oh, and I missed the Dentists appointment yesterday. How I don’t know. Perhaps it would be best if I didn’t know, the state of mind I’m in.

It might be a good thing that they made the new windows so I can’t jump out anyway! Hahaha!

6Sat23The intercom flashed as I was passing it on the way to the wet room. It was the Amazon socks arriving, so I let him in and delayed the Porcelain Throne usage. He was soon up and at the door with socks for me.

I thanked the young man and nipped back to the wet room. I opened the packet to have a look at the socks first.

WD 150.0.0 They looked suitable and long, up near the knee, I hope they’ll come. But, I’d made a faux-pas and ordered cotton ones, not the bamboo ones I meant to get! The toothache came on again, and it served me right, for being such an incompetent, ignoramus, and imbecilic, incapable idiot! I really should have known, because the price was so cheap! Self-derogatory-thoughts-Mode Engaged. Harrumph! Still, cotton might be okay, I’ll soon find out when I try them in the morning. Schlemiel!

WD 150.0.0 Then another evacuation farce! The body was telling me I needed to go, but nothing happened, a lot of wind, and bubbling from the innards, though? I tried to encourage things along, but it didn’t have it. Ah, well!

6Sat07Washed the dandies, and off to the kitchen. I got the boil-in-the-bag beef and onion gravy going. Moved the mushrooms into the saucepan with the garden peas, and flavoured it with onion salt, and (unsure if this will work or not, fingers crossed) I added a jar of Korean BBQ sauce and mixed it all in well.

6Sat28I put some chips (fries) in the oven, and then got the handwashing done, rung and hung. Only a long-sleeved t-shirt and pair of socks, but I’d put a tad too much liquid soap flakes in the bowl, and needed to rinse it several times. Very agrannoing! Tsk! Surely even I can’t have a run of bad luck as long as this? But it got worse!

WDP 10R01L6Sat24WD 150.0.0 Oh, ‘eck and dearie me! I took so long over the handwashing, I ended up with the bottom of the veg saucepan burnt, a hell of a job to clean it! The chips were rather well done, but no bother, I like them that way. And the casserole pan had overflowed all over the cooker! I was mostest disappointed in myself today! However, when the meal turned out much better than I thought it would, my Defcon-Panic level dropped. Hahaha!

I was well-pleased that the gamble of putting the Korean BBQ sauce in with the onion gravy turned out a success! Swank-Mode-Engaged! The overcooked chips were great! I had some wholemeal flatbread to soak up the gravy with. And the Lemon Curd yoghourt I’d got, a different brand this time, was in a much smaller pot, but out-flavoured the Morrison one by a long way. It was not as sweet and a little thinner. Overall, a Taste-Rating of 9.25/10! At last, I got something right!

I cleaned the pots, as I mentioned, the burnt saucepan took a while, and the new stainless steel pan is now stained! So, I now have had the utensils for a week or so, three of four pans have been burnt and scarred for life, and I’ve only used two of them!

Now here’s a thought, my life should be recorded and shown as a soap opera or comedy? The leg photos should be on display on the Tate gallery. My body should be preserved and used to scare people into eating properly and dieting! My plastic ticker, that has already outlasted the estimate, could be used for Medical Training. Just a thought! Hahaha!

I took the medications, with an extra pain-killer to counter the toothache. Then got my flatulent, fat, wobbly bellied body ensconced in the recliner. The £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, scarily gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

Got the TV on, and watched some ‘Caught on Camera’… well, for about five minutes, then I drifted off, into a much needed, blissful sleep! Ah, lovely!

Inchcock Today Fri 14 Feb 2020: A finical, pernickety, delusory, yet better day than of late. Confusing innit?

2020 Feb 14

He’d only have called for a referendum!

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Friday 14th February 2020

Georgian: პარასკევი, 2020 წლის 14 თებერვალი

00 Feb 14

GM01 Brown02:05hrs: I stirred, glad to be free of the nightmare I was having, it was all ackamarackus. For a few moments, the brains thoughts were fissiparous, and it took a while to gather them into a semi-coherent order. There was no thought-storm as such, just that I had difficulty in controlling the little wandering demurral blighters.

The need for a wee-wee emerged. I removed my morbidly-obese, flabby bellied body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, with ease. Other than Arthur Itis’s knees complaining. Wandered precariously without the walking stick for two paces, wobbled, back to pick up the walking stick, and off to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). For a sadly ineffective and hurtful WUPT (Weak-Unwilling-Painful-Trickling) style evacuation. That tended to, I took the bucket to be cleaned, and hands washed.

5Fri001Got the kettle on, (I very nearly had an Accifauxpas when the neurotransmitters failed while I was filling the pot), took the medications and made a brew. The knees were most bothersome this morning, so I nipped to the wet room and gave them a good massaging with the Phorpain Gel.

A close inspection of the pins (legs), surprisingly revealed that they, (apart from the paleness and worryingly anaemic appearance) were looking far better than they have for ages. They had both gone thin again?

WD 80.0.0 I was miffed with myself when I realised that I had done a stupid thing! Even after so many warnings from the clinic staff, I had fallen asleep with the Bamboo diabetic socks on! A definite No-No that! Humph! What an imbecile, nebekh, and dunderhead! No wonder I was in such pain. Grumph! I still can’t understand why leaving them on overnight bothers the knees so much? They did explain ut to me, but things that happened in the stroke ward, are getting blurred now.

Ah, well, am I ever going to get owt right again?

After a smidge of verbal self-flagellation, and adopting a Shame & Disgust mode, I got the computer on. But concentration was hard to find. Mind you, Saccades Sandra was in an excellent mood with me so far, no vision warping or loss whatsoever! (Huh, typing this, and she kicked-off again! Am I naturally lucky or what?

I got a graphic made for today.s diary. Then, I did some TFZer Facebooking, then onto the WordPress Reader. Finally, I got on with this blog.

5Fri03WD 80.0.0 Again, like yesterday, it dawned on me that I hadn’t updated the day before’s post yet! So, I got on with it. I took a shot of the morning sky first.

The updating finished, some stuff sent to Pinterest, then I started on this blog again. After an hour or so, I had to stop.

WDP 003l Ablutions to do, so off I trotted off to the wet room.

Multiple WD 80.0.0 WD 80.0.0aC The story of this session really deserves a blog of its own! After the showering, even I found it hard to believe the things that had all gone awry!

Not necessarily in order, but as best I can recall:

  1. Got in the wet room, took off the dressing gown, and cleared the standing floor cabinet of every single item, no, I tell a lie, everything bar the crossword book and pen, onto the floor! Cleaning-Up-Session!
  2. Cleaning teeth, the brush snapped in two, gums bleeding and I have had toothache ever since! Medicating-Session!
  3. Shaving, I avoided any cuts whatsoever! But had about ten dropsies. Resulting in one of the new razors breaking as it slipped-out of my dodgy fingers, hit my little toe, bounced off and smashed against the porcelain sink pedestal! Moment of-Frustration- Session
  4. I then moved the chair and sock-glide out of the way, and stubbed my middle right toe in doing so, against the metal chair leg! Well-Chosen-Curse -Word-Session!
  5. I had a cracking visit from Dizzy Dennis. I was incapacitated for a minute or two, had I got my alarm wristlet on, I would have pressed it! Like turning on a light switch, Dennis had gone, and I was so glad the wristlet was on the tray to keep it dry. Phew! Close call that one!
  6. I let the carbolic soak go through my fingers again – Guess where it landed? Go on, have a guesstimate! No need, it landed on my right middle toe! With this current run of unfortunate events, should I risk going out to get the long-picker-upperer? I decided I will anyway, a long picker can come in so handy! Although the short one Jenny gave me is a life-saver!
  7. Getting the medicationalisationing done after the shower, I picked up the Care Haemorrhoid cream and the cap shot-off of the tube! I then had a cleaning-up session again, to get the cream off of the floor, and my stomach and legs!
  8. Arthur Itis did not like all this bending as I did my best to put some Savlon on the toe.
  9. The final Whoopsie of this session, was as I was putting the towel back on the stand-up airer, it slipped off of it straight away. But somehow or other I managed to turn back take a pace, and caught it before it fell on the floor… no smugness though, I cracked my left knee on the edge of the doorframe! At least it was easy enough to get to for putting some Phorpain gel on it! Frogglemoths!

Well, I was in a right foul mood now! But I soon cheered up after realising that the nerves on the right side of my body, (Those I have Christened, as, Neurotransmitter-Nicodemus), were not getting messages through to the brain, so I had virtually no pain! Hahaha! Of course, when they come back on-line, so’s to speak, I’ll know about it.

I merrily got the handwashing done, wrung and hung to dry. Then made up some bags for the waste bin, and put the cleaned empty jars in a bag, to take with me on the way out.

I took three photos of the reddish morning sky. You know they say about a red sky in the morning. Storm Dennis? Haha!

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I faffled about, my OCD Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is not getting any better! Eventually, I set off. As I opened the flat door, a voice, that sounded like it really meant to say “Christ! another one wants to come out!” Muttered, “Are you coming out?” ‘Yes!’ I replied. It was the Fire Sprinkler fitters. Obviously, Josie and Malcolm must have already gone out. Grumpily, they had to get down off of their ladders to tackle out of the way for me to get through to the lift lobby. I didn’t improve things by telling them that the 0930hrs bus is the most popular with us tenants! No, response! Hahaha! But, they are a grand bunch of lads. One took the bags off of me and put them down the chute for me.

Down in the lift, Welsh (The Put-Downer) William got in the elevator on the way down. He also went to the bins. And had to point out that the glass now goes into the big skip with the other bags. Pointing out the new signs on the side of the refuse to me. I did feel a fool having not noticed them before!

To keep out of the wind, I went back inside and walked along the link passage.

5Fri04I called into the ILC’s Holding Cell and Interrogation Office, dropped off the weekend treats. Through the Social area and in the link-route to Winchester Court. I spotted this through the window, and thought of a funny! I thought, ah, they are growing Tubers? Hahaha! Well, I thought it was hilarious! All around the site, a lot of the delicate flowers and plants have been destroyed by last weekend’s Storm, Ciara. Which reminded me, there is a new Storm Dennis yellow warning going about now.

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5Fri05I got into the lobby and sat down to read the Nottingham City Homes monthly magazine while I waited for the bus to arrive. I went out to the bus shelter. Arthur Itis was not pleased with having to get up again. Hehe!

I got the bus next to last, allowed to by 5Fri007cMalcolm. Most folks got off in Sherwood, I stayed on until Daybrook, where Malcolm also got off. We both went to the Sainsbury’s store. He left for dead as he shot off. Well, he’s younger, fitter, more prosperous, more intelligent and better looking than wot I am. Gawd, I hate him! Not really, only joking.

The Sainsbury experience had its moment too! I struggled a bit with their high shelves. But got some of the beautiful tasting black tomatoes with some other stuff. Storm Dennis is not going to make me starve!

WD 80.0.0 At the checkout, it was rather busy, as I was moving along with my purchases on the belt, a bloke behind shoulder-charged me to get to grab the next customer sign. At first, I turned, stared him in the face, and asked him if  I was in his way! But got no reply, just a vague not interested stare! I soon calmed down when I realised he was about my age and I understood that perhaps he lost his own balance in overreaching? He might be as senile as I am? Or as deaf as me? Or, even was not even aware that he had banged into me? Phwert! I paid for my things, instant mash, chestnuts, BBQ sauce, Hoisin sauce, cheapo tinned potatoes, lemon curd yoghourts, bavarian sliced ham, lemon yoghourts, the Ledicia tomatoes, sliced fresh mushrooms and some vine tomatoes. £14.65 spent

5Fri08I checked the time as I left. I’d just missed the L9 bus. So I hobbled into Arnold, intent on checking if Iceland had any tins of potatoes back in stock. (Although I had just bought some from Sansbury’s, I expected Iceland would not have any – I was wrong!), then call at the Mobility Store to see if they had got any of the extended foldable picker-uppers in stock yet. I thought I might call in a shop on Front Street, to see if he had any dark brown throws in, however. All planned out, it shook me as well. Har-har!

WD 80.0.0 I got in the Arnold proper and called first at the haberdashery shop. But he had no brown throws available but said he will have next week. (As the disabled-shop told me two weeks ago about the picker-uppers, but they didn’t).

5Fri10I plodded on towards Iceland. I spotted these ‘Yankee Candles’ in a shop window. I put the photo on here, to show my beloved Troll Free Zone cyber friends, and hope they can tell me about them.

WD 80.0.0 I got to the Iceland store, and it was mayhem in there! I thought about not bothering to go in but carried on wearily. I selected wholemeal sliced rolls, yoghourt and chocolate-covered peanuts, and pork & pickle mini-pork-pies. Blow me down; they had some of the wonderful Batchelor’s canned potatoes in stock, not many left mind you. For they are popular 5Fri11while on special offer. I bought six cans, aware that getting home safely carrying them may prove fatal. Hahaha!

WD 80.0.0 The lady ahead of me in the queue spent £264 on her shopping! Blimey! I was in no rush, but those around me and in the waiting line were, though! A fourth till was opened to the left of this one. But by the time I’d positioned myself and convinced Arthur Itis to let me move, no less than four people, all blokes incidentally, had pushed by me and got served! The lady in the photo expressed her disgust at this to the woman on our checkout! Bless her cotton socks! I did not have a very good shopping trip, was I? I got to be served, the lady on the till was charming with me. I paid up my £7.19 and got outside to toy with the two shopping bags and trolley holder, to make them as easily distributed as I could, for an 5Fri16optimum balancing act, so I could get them home.

WD 80.0.0 I was almost excited at the thought of getting the fold-up picker-upperer from the mobility shop. I hastened carefully over the road and down to the store, to find they still didn’t have any in stock.

WD 80.0.0 This has been the most hapless, grimmest, lamentable, infelicitous and disheartening shopping trip I’ve had for a long time! But there were few welcome highlights mixed in, and from kind tellurians as well! So many stores have run out of stock! Brexit to blame, already?

5Fri12I made my way with some haste, such as was available with the over-burdened trolley full and bags hanging on the handles of the three-wheeler. Which wasn’t too keen on going up or downhill, without wanting to topple over!

The bus arrived, and I had a chinwag with some unknown folks, a laugh, and we considered what to expect from Storm Dennis. That’s a thing, I thought they named the storms with female names only?

WD 80.0.0 The bus driver got a move on and my staying in the side-saddle seat, and keeping the trolley from rolling away, was a work of art, en route.

5Fri13Back home at last! I got off of the bus after the others, only two of them this time. No one to chase after for a chinwag. I turned back and took a picture of the L9 at the stop. The cars parked all around half on the pavement. But this problem will not go away until the poor devils get more parking spaces, but there is no room to put any? One day someone will get their vehicle hit by a bus, fire-engine or another car. Maybe someone will get knocked 5Fri14over because of having to go in the roadway to get around the vehicles with the trolleys, disable scooter or shopping trolley. It’s a problem!

As I ambled along, it was sad to see the plants outside Winwood Court, already destroyed by Storm Ciara, and now having to face Storm 5Fri15Dennis tomorrow!

I entered Winwood Court and walked through the link passage back to my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its illusions, delusions, hallucinations, Three years of upgradings, infestations, Fire Sprinkler works, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and manic machinations that thrive here freely, and are so bountiful. Haha!

5Fri017The lads who had been working on the 12th-floor lobby were either on their lunch break or on strike! Hehehe!

WD 80.0.0 I had a tussle to get the overfilled unbalance trolley-guide through both doors but got myself into the flat eventually. Tsk!

5Fri018I was so glad to get back, it’s been a frustrating trip out. I found myself singing when I got inside?

I got the shopping put away, and got the kettle on, made a brew of Thompson Pujana tea, and got on with updating this blog. By the time I’d 5Fri22finished it, I was all-in! Weary, and ready for something to eat. So, I was going to get the meal sorted out.

Aha, a parcel arrived. This was a present from Tim Price in New Mexico, my cyber-buddy. It cost him a fortune to make and send. I will email him later in the morning, with thanks!

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Absolutely over the moon with it! Tim is a Genius! For sure as apples are apples when I was taking out of the package, Neurotransmitters-Nicodemus failed on me, and it slid out of my hand. I was devastated at first, thinking I’d broken it, and could have died! But my cyber-mate had made sure it was unbreakable, and in a perfect frame for me! Phew! He spent a fortune on it, and took all that bother and further cost and time of getting it to me, all that way from America! Thanks, Tim, it’s perfect!

6Sat28A reet-feast was made. Smoked Haddock, whiting in batter, cheap new canned potatoes, garden peas, tomatoes, a Marmite and Baby-Bell cheese disc. Wholemeal bread flaps. And fresh orange juice and Lemon Curd yoghourt to follow. I ate it all up, thought it worth a taste-rating of 7/10.

5Fri26Off to wash the pots, thought about doing the handwashing, but chicken-out. Took a photo of the sky.

WD 80.0.0 Then settled in the £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner. Put the TV on, and saw that a film was on Channel 81, a 1964 comedy. With Harry H. Corbett, Hugh Griffith & Ronnie Barker. But it was late, but I tried to stay awake to watch it. Failing miserably to do so, and missing the last half-hour or so.

But, I slept for around six-hours! That was good for me!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 13th February 2020: Mega-Whoopsiedangleplop!

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Thursday 13th February 2020

Greek: Πέμπτη 13 Φεβρουαρίου 2020

00 Feb 13

GM03 0.51.000:40hrs: I was dreaming about something or other, not the foggiest what it was: and in the world of fantasy, I realised I had to wake up for a wee-wee. A sort of twilight world for a few seconds, I was dreaming, but aware that it had to stop and I’d have to get up for a wee-wee? Which I did, much to the displeasure of Anne Gyna and in particular, Arthur Itis.

I got my balance, grabbed the stick, an3Wed19d wobbled-limpingly to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). I really was caught out with the ferocity of the action! But it was short-lived, and the shaking took ages to clear everything. There might be some bother in this department later on, methinks!

I went to wash the dandies, and move the drying handwashing around.

The brain caught up with the activities, and the needs of the day flowed into the grey-cells. Got to go to the Podiatrist at Sherwood Health Centre, on Elmswood Gardens for a 10:00hrs appointment.

I got the kettle on, and realised I had not taken last nights medications! So, I took them and hoped that I would remember to take this morning’s late on. All confusing innit? Haha!

4Thu01WD 0.40.0. Then, in an instant, I needed to go to the Porcelain Throne, and only made it to the wet room with seconds to spare! Phew! What a messy affair it was! Lots of cleaning up to do afterwards, Phwert! Having now cleaned my hands twice in a few minutes, the hands looked paler than ever. The pins (legs) had done their daily morphing act again. Oddly, Arthur Itis’s knees looked less warped than of late, but the distortions were spread over a larger area. The difference in size (thickness) of the pins was more noticeable, too. How I feel sorry for ordinary folks. Arthur Itis’s knees were still painful, even if they didn’t look to be.

WDPH01L3Normal-kneed persons: They miss the pleasure of diurnal searching for changes. The unpredictable Clopidogrel lumps, blisters, thrombophlebitis. The blood-papsules, weals, scars, bulges, spots, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples, maculations, and assorted findings. Not to mention the artistic Deep vein arterial, spider veins and the superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis). The displays of iliac, saphenous, tibial, and popliteal veins can be artistic at times. And usually, the various signs of the last tumble. The ever-changing fluid retention. The change in leg size, one day the left can be more significant, the next morning the right one! As for the colouration, marvellous variations, although usually, they are both on the pale, pallid anaemic side.   So, I’m lucky, in this way. Hahaha!

I waffled on a bit there again, sorry.

WDP 10R01LI got on the computer, and did a graphic, and started on this blog, getting up to here, and it dawned on me; “You #@‡⊗%, Klutz! You’ve not finished yesterdays post off yet!”

So I made a brew, took this morning’s medications, and made a start on the Wednesday updating. (Better late than never?) Got it finished eventually! Went on WordPress reader. Then TFZer Facebooking. By then, it was time to get the ablutions done, I don’t want to be late at the Podiatrist’s appointment. The wet room session went with only three dropsies! No shaving cuts either! A smugness began to creep in as I dried myself off! I casually threw the towel over the stool in the shower and got the medicating and deodorant applied.

WDP 02lbWD 0.40.0. I leant across to turn the shower off, and pressed the start button! The towel and dressing gown beneath it, copped on an excellent dousing, as did I! Luckily, I’d only got the new PP’s and 4Thu02my socks on by then. I put the socks and towel on the flat airer to try and dry them off over the day. I dried myself again, on the other sheet, put some other socks on, wiped the shower chair and almost cried!

I’d been doing so well, as well!

I made up some bags for the waste chute and took them out across the lift lobby to the rubbish room. Opposite the flat hallway, the uncleaned, ornamental, decorative, aesthetically pleasing, quaint, but depressingly dull, picturesque windows caught my eye. I don’t know why I said that?

4Thu02cI assumed this on the left, is the new fire alarm on the ceiling, no wires attached yet, but perhaps they are above the new false roof they had been erecting yesterday? It looks like a complicated job they have taken on. And of course, it has to be done on all fifteen floors.

The state of the lobby carpet, we will have to put up with. The task at hand is, by nature, a messy job. So I don’t think there is much point in cleaning anything up yet… is there?

Back to the flat and got things ready for the Podiatrist visit. Set off out, through to Windood Court, and handed nibbles out to the Untersturmfhreress ILC Warden-Guards. I met Christine and an unknown-to-me lady tenant in the link passage. Again they left me in their wake. Gawd, they’re quick! I got to the Winchester Court lobby, and Angela told me that Roy had another fall and was taken into the fall-team at the Hospital. They were there for ages, it was all busy and hustle. He’s home now, but not very well. Poor old Roy, he keeps bouncing back, and long may he do so.

Out to the bus stop, a very quiet gang this morning. Malcolm giving his daily news report to the others. Haha!

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A chinwagging session on the way down the hill. I think we all got off in Sherwood. I walked up to the crossing and over the road up the hill to right down to the Sherwood Health Centre, on Elmswood Gardens.

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WDPh 01WWH0.51.0 Where I fear I discovered I had made a cock-up with the timing! The receptionist frowned, and asked me what time my appointment was for? I replied full of confidence, “Ten o’clock!” As she perused her listing, it all came back to me! It should have been 08:30hrs! How the hell I got this wrong is beyond even me! The receptionist rang the podiatrist to see if she could fit me in. Then directed me to wait in a hidden corner passage chair until they found out if I could be accommodated, or not!

Humiliation, embarrassment, disgrace, self-hatred, shame, impecuniosity, ignominy and mortification, were a few of the sensations I felt at the time! I wish I asked the Doctor yesterday about how to fight-off senility! Humble-pie replaced what mini-modicum of pride I had left! I stood humbly near the door waiting to be either forgiven, lambasted or refused treatment.

It was most likely only ten minutes or so later, that the podiatrist came to me, (but it seemed so much longer) proffering a look that said out loud; “You Clot!” My pathetic apologies and genuine excuses were listened to with surprising understanding. A warmth came over me, as she told me to follow her, adding, “Don’t Worry!” She may never know how comforting and easing that was to me! ♥ Or maybe she did, and that’s why she said the words, with a smile as well! I think she understands my addlepatedness. ♥ She soon did the feet, in record time I reckon. I gave her a can of Gin & Tonic in thanks.

4Thu06I thanked the receptionist on the way out, and I decided I had been lucky in the way they had treated my obliviating.

4Thu08My spirits rose a tad, as made my way to the bus stop, to hibernate away in the flat, and get some blogging and graphics done, or at least try to.

When I arrived at the bus shelter, the rain began to trickle down. I’d hoped some Winwoodonians might be there to catch the L9, as usual. Then I realised I was a little early. Sure enough, they started to arrive. Christine and Welsh William from the Coral bookies, then Penny and Shirley came to join us. A couple of the 4Thu09new Woodthorpe Court tenants were there, no, one of them. She seemed a lively sort of gal. Quick-witted. As I took this snap from the bus stop, I realised that the Booze Shop on the corner of Hall Street had closed down. Another Sherwood shop kicks the bucket. Oh, dear!

4Thu10Our bus arrived early, and we all climbed on board and were soon back at the flats. I got off last, to avoid catching anyone with my wheels, and Panny and the new gal were shooting off, I tried to catch them, but they were too fast for me. So I shouted out, “Oy! Zola Budds, hang on!” To my utter amazement, they did! But getting between two chatting women is a scary thing! Hahaha! They soon got ahead of me again. But Penny waited and opened the swipe door for me, bless her! ♥ After the other lady got off, Peny spoke to me for the 35 seconds it took to get to my floor. We said our farewells, and I got back to the apartment.

4Thu11Made a mug of tea, and took the afternoon medications. Then on the computer to sort the photos and update this blog. It took me a few hours, then I tried to get some graphics done. But the weariness befell on me.

I took a blind shot of Chestnut Walk, as I got the nosh prepared. I took me a long time for several reasons:

  • The cheesy potatoes I’d decided on, needed so much work to mix and mash!
  • WD 0.40.0. The cheesy potatoes were put in the oven to brown off, I checked on them later, and then I decided to turn the oven on!
  • WD 0.40.0. a Washing up, I dropped the mixing bowl, Humph! Clearing the mess up I’d made took a while!

4Thu12However, despite my hindrances and faffing about, my meatless meal went down a right treat Why meatless? I forgot to put the pork & pickle pies on the plate. Realising this after I’d got down in the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner and had started eating it. And was just too tired to bother.

The cheesy potatoes, (I thought I’d made to much) was eaten with the rest of the meal, with great delight and much savouring of the great flavour. A Taste Rating in 8.8/10.

I put the emptied-with-pleasure tray on the other chair. And turned on the TV. Adverts were on at the time, as I waited for ‘The Interceptors’ program to start. Zzzz!

I woke with a start, hours later. Sure, that noise had woken me up. I put the hearing aids in and listened. Well, I had to take the dinner things to get washed, and I was not confident whether I’d taken the evening medications or not, so I had to get up anyway, and could have a look around for any signs of what made the noise at the same time. Did you note that? Logicality of thought from Inchcock – and, when he’d just woken up?

4Thu24WD 0.40.0. I was taking the tray with me, and the four-pronged walking stick to the kitchen. When I got a bit of a wobbled on. Resulting in my giving myself a toe-stubbing against the Ottoman. I grimaced, uttered a few silent, well-chosen oaths, and carried on, almost knocking over the corner stand of bric-a-brac and knick-knackery. 

Luckily, my arm only went through the second shelf, knocking over some photographs, and I stopped myself falling onto it by using the corner of the wall, handily placed for me to use! Hahaha!

Thank heavens it didn’t go over! I’d have still been clearing it up now! So, a bit of bad (painful), then good fortune almost at the same time?

I could not find anything that might have caused the sound that woke me up, but it must have been loud to stir me from sleep with no hearing aids in, and the headphones on?

4Thu13I washed the pots, then took a snap of the evening sky. The sun seemed out a little late?

I returned to the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away, recliner, with its bits of radicchio in the creases still being found after last weeks Whooopsiedangleplop of my dropping of the salad plate.

Settled again, to try and watch some TV, but the mind-storming began. Eventually ~I nodded-off, and into a dream of mix-up mystifications.

Ah, well!

Inchcock Today: Wed 12th February 2020: Got to see the Doctor, who sorted out the Chemist for me, blood tests, hospital appointments coming, natterings… Busy, but great Day in a way!

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Wednesday 12th February 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 12fed Chwefror 2020

00 Feb 12

GM02(Tue) 21:50hrs: Earlier in the day, I had a tumble, and got my head down early, hence the odd waking time. I felt much better after four hours uninterrupted kip. I was pleased to remember that I had the Doctors appointment coming up, and decided to go through the notes I had written to remind myself for the visit to see Dr Vindla, in the morning at 10:00hrs.

WD 180.50.0 Huh! Could I find them? No! I went to search in the three-wheeler guider trolley, in case I’d put the notes in it, so I wouldn’t forget to take them. I got distracted when I found a letter and leaflet from Nottingham City Homes, had been put through the door.

The leaflet notification was about the, until now unmentioned fire in Winchester Court last week. Headed: Winchester Court Fire Damage. Apparently, it was the sprinklers that had flooded the place but saved lives, they told us in the letter. No mention of any flooding in the flat below, as Malcolm told us at the bus stop. There followed a list of common sense do’s and don’ts regarding a fire taking place.

WDPB03L3Wed01I couldn’t help but see the funny side of one bit of advice. Know your escape routes in case you need them in an emergency – and make sure everyone who lives in your home knows how to escape! (All sensible stuff!)

Then I wondered if this included the Black biting Boll-Weevils, the ghosts, the aliens and or the Goblins? That I am sure are a natural part of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination. Hehehe! I am a fool!

3Wed03In the envelope were a Newsletter and a Notice of ‘Variation of the terms of your tenancy’. I was not up to reading it all, though. Some jiggling and rewording had been done. Sadly, some additions, covering rent payment, Knives and weapons, electrical supply meddling, door closers, gas canisters, failure to allow access to contractors, safety checks. For sprinklers, alarms, carbon monoxide checks, and Do not block any ventilation or extraction fittings. The Nottinghamian tenants sound a dangerous bunch, Haha!

I made a new list of reminders and put it in the walker-trolley, with the Newsletter to read at the surgery later.

I made a brew of tea, took the medications and had a WAOQ (Weak-All-Over-Quickly) wee-wee. Then pressed on with updating the daily post. Got it completed and sent photos to Pinterest.

Then made a start on this blog up to here. Went on the WordPress Reader next. Made a brew, then visited the TFZer Facebook.

Nibbled some bikkies and had a mug of tea, and got the ablutions tended to, as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb the neighbours, a stand-up at the sink job. Can’t use the shower cause of the noise it makes.

3Wed04Put the handwashing to soak in the bowl for after the shower and shave. 

WD 180.50.0 Well, well, well, the pins looked Arthur Itis friendly! And, as if there was little blood in them this morning – good job I’m going to the Doctors later. Hahaha! But the ablutionalisationing went fine. Few dropsies, no cut and no bleeding! Yee-Haa!

I got a few graphics made up on CorelDraw. Then got some nibbles for the nurses in the trolley. The nurses aren’t in the trolley you understand? That’s where I put the bag of nibbles! Snigger!

I took two snaps of the tiny moon that lingered in the sky. Got the black bags on the trolley, and had a last wee-wee. Safety-First!

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Made sure I’d got the bus-pass and ailments list with me. Camera in my pocket and set-off out for the hobble to Carrington.

Back in a couple or three hours. I hope!

3Wed06WD 180.50.0 (I’m back!) At the lift lobby, some more Winwoodhieghtean Artwork was spotted on the carpet. Down in the elevator and through the link-passage and out Winwood Court’s lobby door, and off on my wobble to Carrington.

By gum, it was cold out there! I had a little trouble controlling the three-wheeler-guide trolley at times but managed. I think with Arthur Itis coming on so strong caused the problem for me. Talk about Limpalong Cassidy, Haha!

I turned left along Mansfield Road en route and took these shots of the traffic. I can’t remember why I did. Maybe, to show the thriving hub of Sherwoods closed down shops?

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3Wed12 (2)I hobbled up the hill and down into Carrington. The famously snarled up traffic was going on later than usual?

In this snap on the right, although in the distance, is an animal of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist variety. The buck-toothed 3Wed12young ignorant son of moron came so close to hitting me from behind as he belted by me! Still, it didn’t bother me… much!

I arrived at the Medical Practice and made my way inside to the reception desk. Where the lady smiled at me and welcomed me like I was a long lost Grandfather! That cheered me up! ♥

I got seated and started the crossword puzzles. A chap sat next to me, amiably started a confab, and we had a laugh or two, and he even got a couple of clues in the crossword for me. By gad, it’s good to get out and about on days like this! After a while, Dr Vindla came out to collect me.

Her first words when we got in the treatment room, was: “I’ve not seen you for while!” But instant reply (Made with a grin on my face!) was, “Have you tried to get an appointment to see yourself?” She retorted cleverly with; “Well, I can see your not dead yet!” With an even bigger smile than mine was! Gawd, I love that woman’s sense of humour!

We went through the problems I am having. And the results were; She sent me to the nurse for a sample and four blood tests. She’ll let me know when the results come back.

She contacted the Chemist for me and afterwards told me the prescription will arrive this Saturday. I pointed out that I only have a day-and-a-half of medications left, and it is four days until Saturday? I reminded her of the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, had left me without any for five days last month, and ventured that this may be part of my problems suffered? She got on the phone back to the Chemist, asked for the Pharmacist, and had a word with him, as I left to go to the nurse’s room.

As I came out after the marathon blood-letting session with the friendly new-to-me nurse, who I had in tucks telling her the names I’ve given my ailments, Dr Vindla came to me and told me that the Chemist is on the way here (The Medical Practice) now, with this month’s prescriptions! Now that is real service, bless her cotton socks!

I was over the moon! (Not literal, you understand?) I chatted to the receptionist between patient for a few minutes, and a pretty girl arrived, with the bag of goodies for me! She had written down for me, the date of the next ones was due. 9th March. I thanked her, and feeling cared for, and in high spirits, I thanked everyone again, and departed, whistling to myself, I think!

WD 180.50.0A 3Wed13Unfortunately, as is usual when I start to get confidence or contented, something puts me back. In this case, I wobbled a bit going out of the car park and clouted my already Rheumatoid Arthur Itis suffering right knee against the brick wall, as I stopped myself 3Wed14going over. But hey, I wasn’t too bothered, its only pain! Hahaha! My gay-abandonment was only dented temporarily! I turned left, and, more limpingly than normal, made my way to the 3Wed15Lidl store down the road.

I was greeted there in true Lidl fashion, ignored! I ended up at the self -serve checkouts with, Fabric softener, a tin of garden peas, bin liner bags, Salt & Vinegar potato snacks, grated cheese and German smoked ham. I paid up, and out to the bus stop. Where I had another 3Wed15aclose call with a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist! Caught one to Sherwood, crossed the road.

Up the incline to the bus shelter, a ganglet of Winwoodonians were gathered. Some chit-chatting, sarcastic comment and light insults were shared. Hehehe! They chinwagged on the short trip up the hill back to the flats. Jenny, Nora, Frank and others.

The knees were bad now, and a chap must have seen me struggling with the trolley, and assisted me off of the bus. I fang you! As I limped through the Winwood Court social area, a lady must have read this blog and assured me that she would not be rude to me. Handing over the new frying pan incident). Bless her. ♥

I could not catch up with Nora and Frank en route to Woodthorpe Court. And, Nora is 91 years of age, still beautiful and a dignified lady! ♥

3Wed17I went up in the next free list with Betty. We enjoyed a natter, mind.

I got in the apartment, and unloaded purchases, and put them away. Not a lot, but apart from the garden peas, everything else was actually needed, so I did well with not 3Wed18overshopping, I thought.

Arthur Itis was even worse than earlier, now. Mmm? Why though?

I got the prescriptions checked and stored away in the medical drawers. The dates on the PillMate blister packs were still wrong. 17th January. The dates on the individual packs were February 6th? But the voted 3rd best Chemist in Nottingham,  Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, are at least catching up, slowly.

Got some mushroom and garden peas on the cook, and started the oven warming up for the chips later. And made a start on updating this blog.

Fatigued soon set in! So, I stopped on the blogging, got the chips in the oven, and got the handwashing done, rung and hung!

3Wed20Then sorted the nosh. Bit of a feast, but I made too much of it for the stomach to cope with. (Again!) The waste bin took care of the uneaten stuff. Regarding the potato and cheese croquettes from Iceland, don’t bother trying them, folks!

Overall a taste-rating of 5/10 for this one.

3Wed21I did the washing up and took a snap from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, photography hatingly designed with wide sticking out ledges so one cannot see below, thick-framed new kitchen windows. I was going to take one from the new balcony, but the incoming ice, snow and rain from Storm Ciara, had left water beneath the floor planks, and the crumbling wall plaster has fallen off in bits, gone under the wood in the stagnant water, and is beginning to smell a bit now. The picture didn’t come out too bad.

Aha! The TV was back on! At the bus stop earlier, one of the gals told me that the Fire Sprinkler installation crew had accidentally cut the communal cable. I thought as much! Still, obviously, they have now, three days later, got it repaired. Not that I mind really honestly. Falling asleep watching DVDs in just as easy to do. Hahaha! 

I got the ox on and started to watch a documentary, no, I’m wrong. It was The Dog Rescuers, on channel 54. I was doing well and stayed awake for the whole of the first part, then the advertisements came on… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 11th February 2020: A trying Tuesday

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Tuesday 11th February 2020

Hausa: Yau Talata 11 ga Fabrairu 2020

00 Feb 11

GM0100:05hrs: I woke, with a picture of phlebotomy Nurse Christina in my mind. She is due to call today, I think, I’ll have to check later. No demands for any bodily releases? I was moving freer this morning, I was out of the £300, second-hand, unpleasantly, grubby beige-coloured recliner, up on pegs, stick in hand, and moving to the kitchen, within three or four minutes. Smarmy-Swank-Mode engaged!

As I was putting the kettle on, a double release was needed, front and back. Off I trudged to the wet room. It really was not worth the effort! Despite all the usual signs from the innards, the attempted Throne Session was not forthcoming. And as for the wee-wee, it took me three or four minutes, and I can’t have passed more than a couple of sprinkled fluid ounces, and they were in different directions, most missed the porcelain all together.  A peculiar start to the day, proper uncharacteristic! I investigated to see if Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, no sign of any blood. Mmm, discountenanced about this scenario.

wd 60.25.0 2 Back to the kitchen, made the tea, and took the ever-dwindling supply of medications. I must ask the Nurse to ring the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, for me. To find out if the prescriptions (that are late again this month) are coming. Or, do I have to go to Carrington to collect them. This thought made me check on what time Christina is coming. I went to check the diary. Oh, Grumpworthiness! She is not coming this week, it’s next Tuesday! Grrr!

wd 60.25.0 2 I took this shaky shot out of the unwanted, light and view-blocking new kitchen window. I apologise for the terrible quality. Two excuses, I mean, reasons. First: I blame Nottingham City Homes for building the ledges that stick out so far, that anyone under eight-foot-tall. Cannot see out at anything below, especially short-arsed disabled, bald, not wealthy, partly deaf (well, mostly), bespectacled, octagenarian old men. Who live in flat 72 and happens to be keen on photography, and knowing if any emergency vehicles are on-site because he can’t hear the fire alarm. Second: I blame my ailments. Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Stroke-Stewart, the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters dying, and Peripheral Neuropathy Pete! Lucky sod, I am!

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January Prescriptions blister-pack label? Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA

wd 60.25.0 2 But hey! If the chemist, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, can lie about delivering prescriptions after promising to do, also, fail to change the blister packs, and putting the wrong date on the stuff when it finally arrives. They can happily leave me without medication for five days as last month! The Doctor, nurses and medical team all fail to make any difference to the situation. What the heck! They’ll have dead between them, and probably be content about it. It will just mean one less old git to bother about. Only a genuine thought come worry!

Now, where was I before I went off on that paddy? Oh, yes! Gorrit now. I got with doing yesterdays blog update. It took many hours, due to having to sort the many photographs taken.

WDPH01L2wd 60.25.0 2 I had to go back to the wet room, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne had arrived from the innards. Heck, what a lengthy, painful one it was too! Solid as a rock, it took some moving after getting stuck half-way, just like it did on Monday and Tuesday. I might take a senna tablet later (I did). This time there was a fair bit of bleeding. The accompanying wee-wee was another not worth it type. A spread-out sprinkling drop or two. Things don’t feel right in this department at all.

2Tue07The moo0nb was lingering on well this morning, I thought. So, I took some photographs from the heart-rendering hated kitchen window. Two of them have the low, late moon on view.

Back to the updating task, didn’t get it finished until gone 06:00hrs! Luv-a-duck! Went on the WordPress Reader section. Then it was time for the ablutions to be done. They went okayish. As per usual, a few dropsies. A couple of tiny nicks shaving. But no bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. I reckon I could hear the flaming ‘Hum’ while I was in the wet room!

This reminded me of talking to the other passengers on the L9 bus yesterday, and I mentioned the ‘Hum’, and a well-dressed chap looked awfully puzzled, and asked me what it was! I replied: “A bloody nuisance that drives me mad!” A couple of the ladies said they get it too! I suggested that the man look it up on Wikipedia, and it is worldwide! But no one can work out what it is or where it’s coming from! He was the only passenger to get off in Daybrook. I wonder if they are Hum-Free there? Hehe! I might try to move if so!

2Tue02I came out of the wet room, all refreshed and feeling betterer in temperament than I did earlier. So, I got the handwashing done. Taking extra care not to drop the bowl, or spill too much water over me or the floor. Of course, some got lost. I moved yesterdays washing onto the cloth airers. The jammie bottoms I hung in the wet room and left the heater on, fingers crossed I don’t forget about them.

What am I saying, me? Forget something? Hahaha!.

Then I decided the water falling on the floor, and my walking through it, created a need for the kitchen floor to be swept and mopped up! Great balls of fire; suddenly this, decision-making, determination and will-power! It can’t last long, surely? Better make a start on the floor cleaning straight away, while I’m in this unexpected and illogical, organically-impossible, semi-contented ready for work condition!

I got the floor done, and put some kitchen towelling down so, I didn’t spread muck while I went back in to make2Tue08a a brew. Why I even remembered to pick up the paper when the tiles had dried. Oh, Yes! Smug-Mode-Assumed!

wd 60.25.0 2 I thought I felt something in the lower regions that felt warm and wet! Oh, dear!

2Tue09Off to the wet room again. When I got in, the heat hit me, and the thought of ‘What the ‘eck are you doing, Inchcock? This flaming convector heater in the wet room is costing a fortune, and here you are drying your thin dressing gown with it! So, I moved it onto the flat airer, and put the t-shirt in the airing cupboard! A rare moment of logicalness there!

2Tue11Back to the wet room, to check for any bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. All was clear, I also inspected Harold’s Haemorrhoids. No leaking there either. The warm wet feeling baffled me? While there, I had a decker at the pins (legs). Amazing! They were still pale, a few more lumps courtesy of Clopidogrel, but the surprising thing was, the blood papules had all but gone, and they only appeared yesterday! I think?

2Tue30WD 60.25.0 2A Had a Dizzy, tumbled, cracked head, not good. Must get rest, made Dagwood type sarnies, sat down and ate them. Must feel alright for visiting the Doctor in the morning. That doesn’t ring right, does it? Well, it might!

2020Feb10aPut the things in the bowl to soak, and took a snap of the impressive clouds.

I got down again in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. 

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Mon 10 Feb 2020: Delightful chinwagging, dysbulia, dyschromia then a Snow Storm!

2020 Feb 10

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Monday 10th February 2020

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 10 Veljače 2020. Godine

00 Feb 10

01:45hrs: I came back to consciousness, still tired. I tried to mentally to sort out the needs of the day. I gave and got up. Out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, caught my balance quickly enough, Arthur Itis in a good mood, no Dennis Dizzies, but the neurotransmitters were a bit naughty, I dropped the walking stick. But the Jenny-supplied picker-upperer was utilised, no problems there. Off to the kitchen, wondering why I had not needed the Porcelain Throne or a wee-wee, on the way.

WD 150.0.0 ChemistTook the medications, getting desperately low on them now. Due to the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA failing to deliver any prescriptions. Again!

1Mon01I got the kettle on and took a photo of the outside view. The wind and rain blew in as I opened the unwanted, disliked, thick-framed, access preventing, light & view-blocking new windows. But not as bad as yesterday, Storm Ciara is still lingering, perhaps with an after-thought to come?

The Hum could be heard, but it was totally different in sound? There was a lightness to it, with I’m sure, what was a whistling noise? For some reason, I remembered that Janet had told me yesterday, that Brother Pete and his family were about two miles away from an enclusion area in Hong Kong and were in good health. Something so reassuring as that, I find incomprehensible that I had forgotten about?

I got the tea and pressed on with the blog, a mammoth task with all the photographs I’d taken yesterday. It was about 05:00hrs before I’d got the post finalised and sent off.

Then went on Pinterest, and TFZ Facebooking. Again the sheer quantity of pictures to go on cost me a lot of time. I was well behind with everything.

A tended to the ablutions next (Still no wee-wees or Porcelain Throne requirements – puzzling me this is!) The dropsies were minimal, only four or so. No shaving cuts! All went very fair! The imperfect old pins (legs) looked a little different today.

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1Mon01WD 150.0.0 As expected, the knees were warped, but Arthur Itis is not bothered, Haha! The varicose and saphenous veins seem to be shy and hiding away? Some new, never seen before blood papules on the lower left leg. And the ankle ulcer on the right pin, looked like it was trying to come back to life, too?

How lucky I am to have ever-evolving legs. I understand that some people don’t have them? It must be terribly dull for them, to have common-no-bother pins? Har-har!

All refreshed now, I got the handwashing sorted out. The jammie bottoms will need a day or two to hang drying, but I can use the airer to hang them on when they get less wetterer. Hehe!

Then there was a need for a little haste. Time was flying, and I wanted to give the ILCs (Warden-Guards) their Monday treats, and get to the bus stop with time to spare, in case there’s a chance of a chinwag for me.

WD 150.0.0 The checking and double-checking of the flat before leaving, was even more perennial and repetitious than usual, even for me. The number of times I checked on the wet room was ridiculous! Eventually, I part-satisfied myself that all was well, and I might, possibly, have got everything I will need with me and set-off.

Took some black bags to the chute on the way. I plodded from the lift to the ILCs Holding Cell and Interrogation office, and dropped off their nibble bag, then to the Winchester Court lobby, and found a few willing conversationalists, Angela, Roy and Christine and son, and the nattering flowed. Which suited me down to the ground. The drizzle started as we went out for the L9 bus. As Christine said: “If yo’ ‘adn’t come, it woont be raining!” A Nottingham born gal for sure! Hahaha! She knows how lucky I am, alright!

A gang of Winwoodonians got on the City-bound bus, then an even bigger gang of us piled into the Bestwood one. All bar Malcolm and I got off in Sherwood, we went on to Arnold. As we approached the dropping off point, I made sure I had my shopping list with me. Not that I ever keep to it!

1Mon18aWD 150.0.0 I called into Chambers Food Hall for a nosey to see what they had been baking and bought some cooked meat. (Not on my shopping list!)

Then, a little further along on Front Street, I went into the Boyes Store. The Germoloid and Germolene creams had gone up in price, Tsk! But the Dettol was reduced, Good! These were on the shopping list!

1Mon04WD 150.0.0 I paid up, and then I plodded to the Iceland Store, in the hope that they will have some tins of new potatoes with the ring pull openers back in stock. But No! I did get some sliced wholemeal rolls, pork & pickle pork pies, and a boil-in-the-bag Braised steak in onion gravy! All on the list!

I joined the massive queue and paid-up my dues.  I already had the trolley-guide bag full, and had used a carrier and carried it on the handlebars, carefully! As I mosied along steadily to the Fulton Food store, for the sterilised milk, I sensed an atmosphere from everyone and mt surroundings. Hard to say what it was… a sort of dejection and, erm, well, something was in the air, and it wasn’t right!

WD 150.0.0 My EQ told me to get a move on. No reason, just be quick and get home? I just felt uncomfortable for some reason?

I got inside the shop and got the sterilised milk. Then another tin of flavoured tuna for Josie. Some red Leicester cheese to make her potatoes with on Sunday, and two for a pound bags of vinegar flavoured nibble-biscuits. Paid the unhappy lady on the till, and got outside, top sort out the three bags, for optimum hassle-free carrying.

WD 150.0.0 I then realised I would be too late to catch the bus home, so had another hour before the next one. I decided to call in the Mobility shop, to see if they had got any long picker-uppers back in stock yet. Nope!

1Mon05aWD 150.0.0 I then, most foolishly, went into the Shoe Zone shop. I came out with a pair of shoes and slippers! Definitely not on my shopping list! What the hell I was doing getting these, when the bags were nearly full already, I don’t know! Klutz!

WD 150.0.0 I then went further into unreality and crossed over the road and went. into Asda (Walmart), telling myself as I hobbled in through the doors, “Don’t get too much, just a Milk Roll loaf and some mushrooms!” I think I knew this would not happen, but was I bothered? Oddly, no!

WD 150.0.0 I got a right battering from other shoppers. I was walked into, had my toes trod on. Trolley charged more than once! It was a battleground! One large lady actually shoulder-charged me out of the way, to get to grab her chosen last pot of yoghourt on the fridge! Another lady moved my wheeler-guide out of her way to get to the bread, and left me without any support for walking! A bit of faith in mankind returned when a chap brought it back for me! I bought some cereal milk, then went mad on the cake & bakery shelves. Lemon Bakewells, lemon curd and Strawberry tarts, Rasberry mini-rolls… I was losing it here! Tomatoes, tinned potatoes, three cans of well over-priced petit pois, more gravy granules, and fresh mushrooms were bought! I still felt no guilt at the time?

I paid at the self-serve tills. There were three members of staff in attendance. I had to admire their obviously well-trained-for excellent ‘How to ignore a customer’ skills. Basically, they just chatted away together, anything could have been happening at the tills, stealing under-charging… and probably was! They were oblivious to all but whatever it was, as they were giggling and chatting about. The broken biscuits, the crushed after-shave box, fag-ends and sweets on the floor, stirred no response from them, it meant nothing to them.

1Mon05I paid up and somehow got the two big bags, onto handlebars, of the basket and bag filled three-wheeler, and outside so I could do some rearranging to make it easier for me to hobble with the now very heavy and unruly three-wheeler guide. Still, I’ve avoided having a food delivery this week! Never again! Morrisons food delivering again next week!

I was feeling a tad knocked-about and low in spirits as I got to the bus stop. But things soon altered, I came across one of the ladies at the bus stop who loved a laugh and natter! And did, all the way back to the flats. As others got on and off en route, who were also Chinwaggableisationists, the merriment grew. I was almost sorry to get off of the bus when it arrived back at the flats!

1Mon03The wind was terrible again when I alighted the L9. Brrr! Blowing up something, rain most likely, although snow has been forecast?

As I entered the Winchester Court lobby to go through the link passage, I saw on the floor, a hanky and umbrella! No doubt, or possibly, dropped by someone going to Woodthorpe 1Mon06aCourt?

I put them on the trolley cage lid and took them with me to drop off in Woodthorpe Court’s lobby, so whoever lost them might see them. I hope they do. I bet they lost the items when manipulating the door into the link passage.

1Mon06As I plodded through the Winwood Social Area, there were no tellurians in sight anywhere. So I took a snap of one if the Winwood Court Dulux Dogs. Hehehe! I wonder if any have gone missing? I think they area great idea, they cheer up the place a little bit for me.

Still no signs of life in the place. Again, I’ve done well for chinwags and laughs today. I got through to Woodthorpe Court and out the umbrella and hankie on the table and returned to the lift lobby.

WD 150.0.0 As the doors opened, the mess in the cage was worse than it usually is. The workmen doing the fire-sprinklers installation must have been busy Gentlemen today.

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With the two shopping bags on the handlebars of the trolley-guide, along with my short, fat, bulbous, overly-stomached wobbly body in there, not a lot of free room was available. Hahaha!

WD 150.0.0 I could see as I struggled out of the lift, the powder had been spread over the 12th-floor blobby, and I made it worse. I tried to clean things up before going into the apartment, but still took debitage in with me on the shoes!

I got the kettle on. Hoovered the hallway, I’d just dirtied, then took the medications while I thought of it. Alarmingly short of medicines now! 

WD 150.0.0 On my Wednesday, visit the Doctor, I will have to collect them from the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, who are late delivering them again! I’ll mention this to Dr Vindla. Not that I think she will be bothered much.

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January Prescriptions blister-pack label? The Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Potential murderers!

WD 150.0.0 The Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, has gone from excellent to potential patient killers in the last two months! And, they are still putting the wrong dates on the blister packs, not to mention weeks late delivery and my going without painkillers and beta-blockers amongst other medications for five-days! Are they bothered either? Maybe they are doing it on purpose, in the hope that I’ll snuff-it, and they will not need to do delivery prescriptions then? Or trying to get me to change chemists, to avoid delivering… Oh, I’m fed-up!

The purchases of the day were put away!

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1Mon09bThe nosh was sorted out, and a grand tasty treat it was! Braised beef in (A lot of ambrosial) onion gravy, with potatoes, mushrooms, garden peas, beef stock, and leeks. With a Flavour-Rating of a worthy 9.20/10!

WD 150.0.0 Even if the washing up took me an aeon to get done. And I managed in my rush to get to the fodder, to spill the washing-up bowl water, with bleach and Fairy liquid in it, over my shirt, trousers and the floor! Grumble-Soddit-Blast!

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I suppose the bleach will ruin the trousers and shirt now. Grumph! And the time it took me to clean the mess up, meant the meal was not as hot as it should have been! (But I still enjoyed it).

WD 150.0.0 There were some programs on TV. I wanted to try and stay awake to watch. But, the TV was not picking up any signals at all! Blank screens on every channel!

  • Is the weather affecting reception?
  • Have the Fire Sprinkler men cut another cable?
  • Is the TV set (Like me) on its last legs?
  • Have the Ghost and Goblins and Aliens from the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, and Whoopsiedangeplop-proffering qualities, having another go at me?

It seems my odd moments of good luck, have definitely died off. At least I don’t have to worry about them anymore!

So, I tried the DVD and started to watch a Steve Coogan film, The Patrol Officer. I managed to stay awake for around twenty-minute, before drifting off. Innit marvellous? I can’t get ant sleep for days on end, then when I want to keep awake, I nod-off! Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating!

I woke up hours later and boy was it snowing and blowing out there!

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There was also ice and snow inside the balcony. The floor planks soaked again. (They can’t last much longer, they are warping already!

WDP 03LWD 150.0.0 WD 150.0.0a When I opened the kitchen window to take the shots from there, the blasted window was caught by the powerful winds… onto the back of my head! Inchyangulations! Now, my mood, so fluctuational during this Monday, changed once again. The good old Pissed-offedness returned! To make it worse, I could not get back to sleep!

I’d best put myself ‘Up-For-Adoption!’