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Inchcock – Monday 24th April 2017: Incorporating the midday(ish) dream that felt as real as any dream I’ve ever had!

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Monday 24th April 2017

Malay: Isnin April 24, 2017

Woke, shaking a bit, and no memories of any dreams again. Duodenal Donald on form still. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee – Little Inchy

Feelings of low-esteem still with me.

I got dressed and took the laundry down and got it going in the only washing machine of the two that was available this morning.

I think the other one conked out on Thursday or Friday?

Then, back up to the apartment and started the diaries on the computer.

Down and moved the things into the dryer, once more up to the flat.

Finished yesterday’s post. Did some WordPress reading. Duodenal Donald was getting worse, took the medications with many swigs of the medicine and an extra 30g Codeine Phosphate with the morning medications.

Down to collect the washing.

Taking a bag of rubbish made up from bits from all the three bins, that it is far too early to throw down the chute, to leave near the caretaker’s door outside.

Took this quick photographicalisation.

Wiped the dryer and around, cleaned the filter and made my way up to the flat.

Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis.

Put the clobber away, things to use next time in the bag and got the kettle on.

Did the Health Checks while waiting.

Updated this post to here.

0435hrs: Gives me plenty of time to do some Facebooking before I have to prepare for the visit to the surgery for the INR Blood Level Test. Got carried away there – Three hours!

Put some nibbles in the bag for the nurse and staff, and got the medicationalising and ablutions done. By the time I’d freshened various parts up and dressed, I had to get a move on so as not to be late for the INR test.

Two resident ladies near the laundry room door in the foyer as I went out, managed a “Good Morning” and a smile to each of them. Olive and Betty I think.

Hobbled down Winchester Street, not a bad morning, nice and fresh, a bit of drizzle occasionally. Left up the hill to the crest, and down into Carrington.

Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna were joined by Roger Reflux in giving me some hassle as I walked down the slope to the surgery… the I had to stop because Dennis Dizzy added his halfpennyworth.

This could be a nocive ridden day, I thought?

Dizzy Dennis disappeared (A bit of a mouthful there, sorry) as I entered the surgery waiting room. Booked in and sat down and got the crossword book out. The receptionist called me over, which Arthur Itis was pleased with I hobbled to the desk. She handed me a thick filled envelope. Hello hello, I whispered silently to myself.

It was regarding the request I made six weeks or so ago for the I.D. needs for the bank transfer from the Doctor.

Several notes to and from people hand written in specialist Doctors style.

The last one, Action Pending I could read:

Mr Chambers: Unfortunately Dr Vindla said she cannot do this letter for you.

Fair enough that, at least they let me know. With my luck being as it is I didn’t get any hopes up anyway. Sad innit? Also sorry that Dr Vindla is still off poorly, I wanted to ask what she was off with but didn’t have the nerve to.

The phlebotomist Nurse, Yvonne fetched me in. Did the blood and it was at this point, as I took off the coat, I realised that earlier, I must have put the new trousers in the wash and put the old ones back on again, cause they were there hanging for grim life around my midriff. Tsk!

She patiently but quickly had a look at the Health Checklist I’m printed out and decided that the Sys was far too high and made a note on the computer for the Doctor (The Locum?). And when I have my appointment with him/her on Thursday, I’ve to mention it.

She then pointed out when I asked her if I was doing the temperature correctly, that I wasn’t. Fancy that! I should set a timer for one minute then make contact with the skin under the arm and wait for this timer to run out. Evidently, the thermometer thingymabob pips or beeps three times, when it is done. But of course being hard of hearing I cannot hear it, this is why she suggested using the timer. Good isn’t she! Oh, and I have to wait after turning it on, until the LO shows up before applying it to the skin, easy when someone tells yer! Hehe! From here on, I should get the correct readings I hope. Tsk!

Told her about the depressions and anxiety attacks and she gave me a leaflet/card with some contact numbers on to use if I liked.

Telephone numbers not very much use of course, but she said there are email addresses I can use too. In an effort to start a self-introductory session.

They are being run by the Nottingham City Clinical Commissioning Group it seems. I will be permitted to contact any one of the three numbers on the card. I’ll have a look at each website later. (Got around to this the following day, Tsk!)

Thanked her and gave her the nibbles.

Outside, the rain had stopped completely now, and down through Carrington to the Lidl store. Meandered around finally selecting some English Piccolo Tomatoes, Iced Lollies to replace the ones I left out of the freezer (Huh), plain greek yoghourt, two cheese-topped rolls and some of that they now call Hippopotaspuds!

Here they are in the saucepan later, awaiting water and cooking. Years ago I got some of these from Morrison’s, but they are not available much nowadays. They used to call them Apache Potatoes then. I think I enjoyed them a lot.

Caught a bus back into Sherwood, the feet were aching now.

Called in the Wilko store to get some more of the Oust kettle descaler packs that I found splendid and efficient, (And cheap there too at £1 for a pack of two, £1.60 at Morrison’s) ready for next time I need them – assuming I don’t croak-out first like, of course.

Also got some cheap kitchen towels, spectacle lens cleaners, a bottle of bleach and some freshness booster.

Out and up the hill to the bus stop. Several other tenants waiting also. Had a chinwag and laughed with them.

Caught the bus and we were all soon squashed in the lift going up. Mabel to floor eight, and the other three of us all to level twelve.

Got in and got the small Hippopotaspuds on a low light, and put the other things away.

Into the wetroom and made use of the Porcelain Throne… well I thought I was going to make use of the Porcelain Throne.

Much wind and rumbling, but no activity. I read the book for a while in hopes that things would start moving… and fell asleep!

There followed a dream that seemed so real, I nearly cried when I woke up to find it wasn’t. Taken from the notes I’d written after the dream, on the toilet paper. Haha!

I was nipper again, walking through the street in the Nottingham Meadows.

Suppose it must have been around 1950. It seemed so real and natural to me that I floated, almost flew a few inches from the roadway and didn’t actually walk…

This photograph in sepia I have found in my files is of one of the roads I was floating through. It was Allport Street off Waterway Street… As I recall?

I don’t think any of the other lads and lasses knew I was there, or they could not see me?

There was a boy I used to pal up with who lived on Blackstone Street back then, who caught polio and passed away; And there he was playing in his back yard with whip and top with his pet dog, Rex. I landed nearby, and to my amazement, he saw me and came over, and we sat on a wall we used to do so often back then, chatted for what seemed ages. No idea what about, but am sure we laughed a lot. Until his Mam called him in for his tea. He left in the fashion we used to; “Tara, see yer later!”

As I was floating down the alleyway back onto the street, I woke up, nearly falling off of the porcelain throne. Felt horribly depressed that the dream was not reality. Hey-ho!

No rear end movement had taken place, I bent down to pick up the fallen crossword book and clouted myself spot on where I hit the head yesterday! Or was it the day before? Anyway, it brought me out of my daydreaming session. Hehe!

Did the last of the health checks, this time using the thermometer correctly.

Got the Hippopotaspuds nosh ready. The small vine tomatoes were tasty.

Last of the chestnuts used up, and Morrison’s no longer stock them online. Not that I could get any anyway, being hopefully in the middle of the card transfer, I can’t use either the old one or new one yet. Messy!

I should find out on Thursday… ah, another prospective messy day there. Got to go off To the Doctors, (must remember all I have to tell him/her) for 0850hrs, Social Hour at 1000hrs, then the Bank to see what’s happening with the account… No wonder the blood pressure is so high. Tsk!

Got the goggle-box on and swiftly as you like this time, despite Duodenal Donald’s attentions, I nodded off in minutes.

Inchcock – Friday 21st April 2017

Friday 21st April 2017

Javanese: Ana 21 April 2017

0420hrs: No idea at all what the dreams were about, just knew I’d had them.

Awakened to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and felt the warm wet sensation from the lower regions, saw the blood and made my way to the porcelain thrown. Titivated things up, clothes into a bucket soaking, and plonked me mass back on the throne for a while in a deep nonconforming medley of horrible thoughts and self-recrimination. No answers, no conclusions, I cleaned the room up and went to the kitchen to make a mug of tea and take the medications. I was going to do the Health Checks, but my moroseness made me forget to do them.

Opened the window and made a brew, took the medications and lost myself again in pointless, futile thoughts of improving things in my tumultuous mind.

Put away the flat clothes airer from yesterday, and out the towel on the bendy one in the hallway.

Got the computer on to finish yesterday’s post, very hard to find the words. Started this one off, and remembered to do the Health Checks. So I did.

Made another mug of tea and did some WordPress reading for an hour or two, then posted yesterday’s diary off.

No interest in going out at all seems like I’m content to hibernate… Got to shake this off before Monday when I go for the INR blood test. Good job I’ve opened the windows and used the air spray. Hehe!

Went on Facebook.

Did a graphic for the TFZer gals, with Thomas flying across the room. Hope they like it.

Duodenal Donald has started giving me a lot of pain. Took a painkiller and a swig of antacid – but they are not working yet. Made another mug of tea and started a complicated graphic that will take ages from scratch, in the hopes of entertaining and be making people smile and perhaps just as importantly, try to replace the feeling of recrimination that is so heavy, for a while at least.

Facebook froze on me, had to restart.

Several hours later I’d got them done.

Still feeling so down with myself, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna playing up and hard to concentrate properly.

Had a look at YouTube for a while, in between drinking tea.

1322hrs: Got a call from someone, couldn’t understand all that they said but wanted me to test the wrist alarm, cause they had a fault come through to their end. I did. All okay.

Feeling so down now, can’t concentrate on anything, Stomach churning, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald getting hard to bear. I sent off an email to the surgery to ask for an appointment.

Got a reply withing ten minutes. The first one available is on Thursday 27th April at 0850hrs. Put in on the calendar. Long time to wait, but still, With a Dr De Selver, as Dr Vindla is still off. (Seven weeks now, hope she is alright.)

Threw myself into cleaning up… well a bit anyway, cause the pain was too much, so I settled in the chair and prayed for sleep, but of course, the rambling worried, guilty mind would not let me.

Tried to concentrate on graphicationalisationing again. Gave up.

Took the evening medications and a bit of Facebooking and communicationalisationing with Lynton Cox, bless is cotton socks.

Got the fodder sorted.I did add a few chestnuts after taking the picture, though.

I did add a few chestnuts after taking the picture, though.

Just feeling so depressed and in such pain, I was not hungry much.

Did the last of the today’s BP, pulse, temp Health Checks.

The temp and pulse were a little bit up?

Don’t think anything here to worry about, I’m doing enough of that over the joke cock-up.

TTFN

Inchcock Today: Monday 27th March 2017

Monday 27th March 2017

Italiano: Lunedi 27 Marzo 2017

Up late 0445hrs. Feeling fatigued, enfeebled, wearily tired and with so many ailments and pains, I could hardly believe it myself. Shattered and feeling so depressed.

The memories from the dreams I’d had in my marathon sleep session were not pleasant either. I think I must have had at least 7½ hours kip, a lot for me.

As soon as I moved to get out of the £300 second-hand on-its-last-legs recliner, the innards started rumbling away, and nothing else mattered other than to get to the porcelain throne ASAP!

In my panic to do this, as I stood up I trod on the headphones. The torch and TV remote thingy fell onto the floor, and I stubbed my big toe against the Ottoman footstool, and then again, against the wet-room door as I scrambled in, then hit my already bruised elbow from yesterday’s Accifauxpa on the cabinet as I sat down!

The evacuation was over in seconds, with much blood loss from Haemorrhoid Harold as well. I cleaned everything and myself up, and plonked myself back down on the throne; Feeling right sorry for me! I think all my common ailments were acting up, apart from Arthur Itis wh0 was little bother this morning – the elbow I clouted when I fell backwards over the Ottoman yesterday was stinging a bit too. I took a few second to try and compose myself.

Into the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications. This was when I realised I had not taken last nights doses or had a meal yesterday? No wonder I feel so rotten.

I’d planned to do the laundry this morning, but it was too late to get a machine by now. So I got the computer on and found an email from Sister Jane. She informed me that Arthur had been put to sleep.

Email: “Poor old Arthur is no more, but lovely Vet was so kind. Pete gave him a kiss before he went (not the Vet).
Arf had a lump on his side and had lost a lot of weight and being almost 20, we all decided the inevitable had to be done. They wrapped him in a lovely blanket and Pete dug a grave next to his Mum and Sister in the back garden.
Strange now only 21yr old Fooey Posh Cat and Alberto (about 8yrs).
Sending v.last pic of Arthur on his cushion on the floor as he couldn’t jump up on his fav chair anymore.”

Poor Jane and Pete. I feel so for them. Had a little sob.

By now, I felt horribly down, discouraged and pessimistic about life. The bank problems and the Bully problems joined the health ones in going around and around in my head. I don’t know how long I sat there in a dream world of disturbingly confusing thoughts.

Never felt like this before!

Got a good stab of pain from Duodenal Daniel, into the kitchen to get a healthy swig of the rather ineffective medicine, and saw the street lights going out below.

Somehow, I associated this with my life as it is today? I’m sure at this time I was going to sink even lower in spirits… down to the next level of incapability, a resignation, the need for Nepenthe… Luckily, as I was dropping to this level, things suddenly felt not so bad. I thought of the family members of the victims of the terror atrocities, the children, old and young dying in the bombs… and I felt so ashamed of myself.

I’m not saying there was sudden bright light and I felt elevated or anything like that, just that I stopped feeling sorry for myself, and felt a little guilty for doing so in the first place.

By gum that was an intense few moments of writing from me? Sorry about that.

Got yesterday’s diary completed and started this one off up to here.

Did some blogging followed by Facebooking.

Carried out the ablutionisationing, put some antiseptic cream on my battered elbow and dressed ready to catch the L9 bus into town to look at the cameras on offer at Jessops Camera Store.

Took the rubbish bags, four of them today, cause yesterday I wasn’t up to bothering. (Shame indeed!). To the refuse chute on the way down to the foyer.

Hat a gossip with some residents also waiting to go out for the bus of their choice.

The Newcastle Lady from the 14th floor told us that the L8 bus is stopping the service next or this week !?!?! We don’t know it this is for the period of the updating the flats (Mind you, that is going to take a minimum of two years and six months!) Or if it is being deleted permanently? Not good news that!

Got into town and walked straight to the Jessop Camera store on Clumber Street.

Where I succumbed to the selling skills of an annoyingly young fit looking assistant with hair. Haha!

Ended up by buying a Nikon Coolpix B700 – ANIKOCMO 85282559 camera.

Well, that’s what the receipt says anyway.

I tried to remember the tips kindly given me by Timothy Price, an expert on these things. Being reduced on special offer might have tainted my choice, but the main thing was, the bloke said this one had the highest zoom at X60. I think he said it was a ‘Bridge Camera’, not aware of what this means; I’ll try to remember to look it up later.

I tried to remember the tips kindly given me by Timothy Price, an expert on these things. And, I think I understood some of the things he said, thanks to the advice and tips given me by Tim. Thanks, to Timothy Price.

Being reduced on special offer might have tainted my choice, but the main thing was, the bloke said this one had the highest zoom at X60.

I plodded down to and through the Slab Square to the M & S store and up to the Gentlemen’s outfitting department.

Where I bought some braces and a pair of comfortable looking cotton jammies.

Down the escalator’s, I went into the food section in the basement. Coming out with some Lamb Stew meals and a small loaf of batch bread.

Leaving the store, I  gave a Big Issue Seller a bit of cash. Oh, the look on her poor face as she was totally being ignored, got to me.

I decided to go to the Primark store to see if they had any cheaper braces in stock so as to treat myself to another pair. They did not have any in. So I checked the timing for the bus and decided I had time to go to Victoria Centre and get some nuts and have a look around the market.

Leaving Primark, I came across another Big Issue Seller; he was so obviously trying to look cheerful I gave him a bit of cash too. If I saw any more of these poor soles, I’d have to avoid them, or I’d go broke. Haha!

To Upper Parliament Street and over the walkway into the place. Got some nuts and a pair of trousers cause they were 27″ leg, and I don’t often see them this size, just my barrow too!

Left by the same route. The canned tinny music as normal, the leaking roof with buckets and a warning sign near them at the end of the passageway, the flakes of cheap paint dropping down looking like small leaves.

Had a hobble around with the now cumbersome and full bags hindering my progress. I know, it’s my fault! Huh!

I timed it well as it happened, arriving at the bus stop and taking this photograph at midday.

The L9 was due at five past the hour.

I enjoyed a little chinwag with a lady at the bus stop.

Getting on the bus, the heavier of the two bags slipped but being the fit quick wizard that I am; I caught it before it fell onto the floor… clouting my damaged elbow on the door edge as I did. Humph!

Toyed with a crossword en route, off the bus, and up to the flat and into the porcelain room. Checked things out, and found the blood had been flowing again. Change of clothes, a wash-up and into the kitchen to put the kettle on. I thought how annoying it was that I overslept for the first time ever, and had no time to do the laundry, now I was getting short of clean clothes due to the extra dirty clothes thanks to the bleeding starting once more. I really must get my head down quick tonight, so I can rise early in the morning and get the laundry done!

Not having a lot of good luck the last few days. But still, no complaints from me (I lie! Hehe!)

Got the food away, new apparel and put the new camera away ready for later, when I hope to have the time and concentration to work out how to set it up, and it works.

But, while storing the box with the new camera, I thought it best if I was to put it on charge.

That did it, I got all confused. The charging plug was in three pieces. I had bits and pieces I cold not identify and didn’t know how to fit the strap. Got the booklet, tiny print.

Got it on charge an hour or so later, but no lights or whatever showing. Tried to use the camera, nothing happened.

Eventually, I realised after opening it, there was no battery in it. Back to the box and found it. Fitted it and put one of the old SD cards in.

Ah, it was charging now. Unplugged and took a photograph of the radio in the kitchen to try out.

The real test will come when I try to get a distance shot later.

Well, it works!

Put it back onto charge, took the photo.

The green ring light was flashing on and off. I assumed that means it is nearly charged?

Must keep my eye on this. Don’t want to spoil the new battery now, do I?

I got the mushrooms in the saucepan of water, added some Soy Mushroom Sauce them simmering.Put some chips in the oven.

Put some chips in the oven.

Updated this blog up to here.

Checked the TV magazine to what to watch, lots of interest tonight. But the eyelids were growing heavy, and I knew the chances of any viewing would be rather slight. 

Got the fodder ready.

Cooked meat, cheeses, beetroot, mushrooms and chips. Not cooked enough, but there you go… further proof I’m not a cook or chef. Hehe!

Best I could grant this effort score-wise was a 5/10.Took the medications and tended to Haemorrhoid Harold’s discharge.

Took the drugs and tended to Haemorrhoid Harold’s discharge.

Got the goggle-box on and managed to stay awake for a full programme.

Yet another weird dream. I was flying (literally) all over the world (in seconds) trying to bring peace and harmony. Of course, I failed, then I decided I had no option other than to blow-up the Earth and hung in space watching the explosion. Felt pleased that I’d eradicated the violence, hatred, greed and animosity… then I faded out of the dream – and believe it, cause it’s true – I found myself in a TV commercial for Fairy Snow soap powder as a women doing the washing, but singing the 1962 Pepsodent toothpaste jingle ♫ “You’ll wonder where the yellow went – When you brush your teeth with Pepsodent!” ♫

I woke again and realised I’d only been sleeping for few minutes? How can one do so much in a dream in seconds? Anyway, I know I wrote down all about this dream cause I found it on the pad in the morning.

I couldn’t get this tune out of my head!

TTFN.

Insanity has arrived in my brain!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 26th March 2017: Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpa!

Sunday 26th March 2017

Swahili: Jumapili Machi 26, 2017

Must have been tired, well, I was so tired last night. Didn’t nod off until gone midnight and then kept waking up regularly. When I stirred once more around 0500hrs by then, I disentangled myself from the £300 second-hand recliner and took the dirty pots things with me into the kitchen, got them put them in to soak in the sink.

Made a strong brew of Thompson’s full flavour tea and took the medications.

While drinking this, I sorted out next weeks dosage pots.

The tea had gone cold by the time this was completed.

So I made another mug of tea and took a photographicalisation from the kitchen window facing East towards the City.

A tad hazy this morning, the streets below having more parked vehicles than normal reminded me it was a Sunday.

It looked lovely out there, but it was only 60°f inside the flat? I had the heating on, and it was working alright?

The need for a heavy duty session on the porcelain throne presented itself, so off to the wetroom. Oh dear, things were different this time; Haemorrhoid Harold was been bleeding badly during the night. Had to clean up and cream certain areas, change clothes and get the used ones into soak with antiseptic disinfectant. Bad leak this one, had to clean the wetroom and porcelain too. This, along with a great soreness from Little Inchy, put me on a downer.

Made yet another mug of tea, determined to drink this one! Hehe!

Got the computer on and finished yesterday’s post and sent it off.

Sneezing a bit then. I opened the curtains to reveal that I’d left the flipping window open all night!

Took a photo through it before closing it and despite the bad start to the day, I had to admire the view and appreciated living here once more.

I thought I was coping well with things this morning.

Then… Whoopsiedangleplop!

As I stepped away from closing the window, I fell backwards over the ruddy Ottoman storage box – come foot stool, hitting my elbow as I landed in a heap entangled in the now crushed Ottoman storage box with its rather damaged packs of nibble fodder.

Gingerly I eventually got up, shook-up a bit but soon recovered. Sorted out and threw away the damaged food, cleaned the cover and the box, the carpet and myself.

So glad I bought the cordless vacuum cleaner now. As I was doing around the area I heard a clunking noise and investigated when I emptied the machine, to see if I’d picked up a coin or something.

I found a toenail clipping and a granite hard garden pea in there! Hehe!

Took the photo of the Ottoman and it’s cover and realised I’d missed some bits (bottom left) They turned out to be more toenail clippings. Got the hoover out again, and that hurt the elbow. Humph!

As I started to create this blog, I had the stab under the fingernail and now the clouted elbow giving me grief as I typed, not to mention the Haemorrhoid Harold’s stinging away at my lower region. Not one of my best starts to a day, but I’ve had far worse.

So, I think it was the third mug of tea now that had gone cold and undrunken. Back to the kitchen to make another mug. In the distance, I could see a tree with its blossom blooming and had to take a photograph of it.

I bet the house owner’s neighbours aren’t too keen on it, as it is sure to cover their cars with petals of blossom later? Haha!

I felt drained already now, and it’s only 0825hrs.

Did some WordPress reading and made some comments on other folks work/blogs.

Went onto Facebook and got carried away with it.

Finished the latest TFZer graphic for Marie and Lyzzi and friend Mary.

Posted to each of their Facebook pages, suggesting it might make a good Caption Competition.

Very tired and a bit dizzy now. I’ll have a sit down with a cuppa I think.

TTFN, back in a bit.

Didn’t wake up until 0445hrs Monday!

Inchcock: Friday 24th March 2017

Friday 24th March 2017

Luxembourgish: Freideg 24. Mäerz 2017

Woke around 0400hrs, the mind in a twisted contorted demented condition. Mixed sentiments, ranging twixt utter fear, contentment, panic, admiration and confusion. I lay back on the £300 second-hand recliner for a good while trying to rearrange, organise these rambling thoughts into logicality, make sense of them and fight some of them off. I felt the nerves were winning the battle.

Around 0440hrs, I dismounted the recliner, seeing some notes I must have made from the dreams, placed it near the computer to look at later, there were no memories of any dream, just the scribbled notes

Into the kitchen, via a wee-wee in the WC, made
a mug of strong tea and took the medications.

Did the health checks, the pulse was well and truly high, I didn’t do the weighing of my aged flobby-body. Decided I could not face another disappointment at this moment.

Decided I could not face another disappointment at this time. Hehe!

Took a photograph from the kitchen window.

Finished yesterday’s diary off and got it posted to WordPress.

Checked the email, and one from Sister Jane brought me some more sad news. She is taking Arthur the cat, to the veterinary today, in anticipation that he will recommend him being put down. All thin, but Jane says he is eating well?

She sent this last photo of him in their garden. I hope she doesn’t mind me putting on here, but a picture can say so much more than words sometimes?

I bet poor Jane is in turmoil about which route to take. So much love and joy shared between them.

I cried to myself for Jane and Arthur. Done a bit of that recently, crying. The atrocity in London, Olive’s suffering… The memories cannot be taken away. The Vet might decide Arthur can carry on a while longer, best to take his advice. Poor Jane.

I went into the kitchen to make another drink, again via the WC for another wee-wee (?).

Noticed the sharp change in the view from earlier, so decided to post them both together below.

Did some graphic preparation and then saw the scribble about the dream on the pad about the dream, so took a look at it: Many of my words were undecipherable I’m afraid. Mighty gale – died. Alone, pitifull. Hate. Orange beast, electricity and woeful were the only things I could read?

Carried out the second health checks:

The Pulse seems a bit high still, but I was well pleased with the weight!

I could not find the camera anywhere?

So had to resurrect an old little one, search for batteries and find a card to use.

Had a search all over for the newer camera, for an hour almost, without any luck.

An absolute mystery to me? Very annoyed with myself again! Humph! I’ll need an afflatus to solve this one!

Facebooked for a while.

Then did some blogging.

Got the ablutions tended to, wrapped up and set off to catch the L9 bus into town to look into buying a camera to replace the lost Lumix one. Missed the bus.

Walked up by the Copse and down through Woodthorpe Grange Park, then up and over and down the hill into Sherwood and caught a bus into town.

The weather was grand, proper summer like.

Sherwood was busy but with vehicles not many shoppers or pedestrians about today again.

The bus was full, and the passengers seemed to be in a talkative mood between themselves… or maybe the hearing aids had started working better?Dropped off the bus and walked

It’s odd that, how sometimes I can’t hear any gossip and another, like today, I could actually pick up bits of the people’s conversations.

Dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and walked down Queen Street.

Took what turned out to be a reasonable photo of the Council House with its flag at half-mast.

Walked across the Slab Square, having to dodge between a street guitarist, a Muslim preacher, a Christian preacher, a Big Issue Seller (slipped him a quid) a penny whistle-blowing chap in a wheelchair and a large group of students protesting about something or other. And noticed that the closed-down clothes shop was now a 24-hour

Noticed that the closed-down clothes shop was now a 24-hour Burger King eatery.

Just what Nottingham needs that.

Three independent cafes, two… no, three coffee shops, two McDonalds, Cosmo Authentic World

Down Exchange Walk

Kitchen, a Hungry Pumpkin, Loch Fyne Fish Restuarant, Bills, Wimpy, Hart’s, several pizza places, eleven Coffee Shops, Two Fish & Chip shops, Bennies, three Indian Restaurants, two Chinese, two Turkish.

Plus two Maryland Chicken, an Amigos, Patisserie Valerie, two French restaurants, Chinese, Slug & Lettuce, two Italian, Greek. Five Subways… all within a minute’s walk (Well, three minutes for me, Hehe!) not to mention the 15 or so pubs that sell food and the many others I can’t remember – just what Nottingham needs another eatery! 

Oh, I forgot there are the mobile eateries scattered all over the place too.

Hobbled down Exchange Walk and through a lot of folk lecturing and preaching outside the church and Marks and Sparks (No one was listening to them mind).

Went into that store and had a wonder around the Menswear department – a mistake that, or at least rather damaging to the bank balance as it turned out. I spotted in a partly hidden corner, some racks of attire that were either To Clear or Reduced in Price.

Hobbled around and came out with three pairs of trousers and a thick shirt for winter. Carrying the carrier bags with me as well, I wondered over to look at the things on the proper price shelving and racks. A few minutes later I was struggling as the clobber being carried over my arm stopped the blood flow, and the left arm froze and ached a bit.

I asked a lady assistant in the ladies clothing side if she would mind me taking a photo or two of the ladies dressing gowns, as I was hoping to treat Olive when she comes out of the hospital after her operation to one.I thought it best if I show her photographs first to see if she

I thought it best if I show her pictures first to see if she liked any of them first. She allowed me and even held a floral version of the white one while I took the picture. Was kind of her that.

This one was thin but warm.

Back to the gents attire, “Are You Being Served?”

Bought and paid for Lycra Cord Trousers, Honeycomb Trousers?, Borg Shakett trousers all on Sale Price, Value Linen Trousers, Linen Trouser, Value Chino Trousers. They should see out. Took the names from the receipt.

Made my way out, well I meant to. Couldn’t find the down escalator, went the wrong way and I found myself back in the Mens Attire section again – this proved to be an expensive Whoopsiedangleplop. Because I spotted, they had some Loose Fitting Cotton Boxer undies and some nice thick socks with strengthened toes and heel parts. Joined the queue at the pay desk again. This receipt said I’d bought: Tile Print, Tonal Ombre Pack and a 7PP Htooth Sole?

The total spent on this days visit, first load £131.00, second £48.00. Oh, dear me! Tsk! Both receipts informed me that I have only until 24/04/2017 to return any of the On Sale goods for exchange.

It only took me around ten minutes or so to find the way out, then walked down towards the Broad Marsh shopping Centre. After noticing the new eatery earlier, as I hobbled along Albert Street/Lister Gate to the centre, I counted the fooderies on that street.

I was surprised to see only four and the mobile Hot Potato van, although many of the shops had eateries inside of course.And Broad Marsh had a good few to pick from too.

And Broad Marsh had a good few to pick from too.

At first, I thought there were two of the Costa coffee places within yards of each other. Closer inspection revealed that the distant one was closed down. I think in a desperate move by the Council, they are offering rate reductions to anyone moving into retail property there – so Costa may have moved to get the tax free perks?

I wandered in the Shopping Centre (Mall), and it was so depressing with the closed down shops (Although the eateries seemed plentiful).

 I came out and made my way back up to the City Centre Slab Square.

The afternoon sun provided me with an opportunity to take some shadow photographs.

The weather remained summerish.

I hobbled around the square amidst the most appalling gathering of foul-mouthed yobboes I’ve come across in ages on Lister Gate.

Obviously, I did not take any images of these foreign speaking gentlemen with their cans of XXX lager and threatening defiant attitudes.

The nearby imitation police officers did not seem interested. I can understand this to some degree.

If they did approach them, they would claim to know no English, and if the police took any details, they would have difficulty in spelling Celestyn Wiśniewski, have to get an interpreter on their mobiles and actually do something other than fine people for dropping a nub end or parking on a double yellow line for 20 seconds. Can’t have that, can we?

The street musician on the end of Queen Street had a lot of admirers as he twanged his, to me, horrible sounding guitar. He was trying to play classic style music, but it came out far too clangy if that’s the word. Mind you, I am tone deaf so he could have been playing good or got his friends to film him for Facebook. No one donated any money while I was there, though.

A while before the bus was due, I popped into Debenham’s to compare their prices with the ones I’d bought at Marks & Sparks. I got down into the menswear in their basement and spotted a rack, just one, with To Clear goods on it. They had sets of jammies there, reduced to only £49! What, £49 and on offer to explain! I eventually found the way out and limped up to the last L9 bus stop.

Had a chinwag with a lady there. She lives on Winchester Street, used Yorkshire tea bags and was intent on having a brew as soon as she gets in, she was weary. We discussed getting old and how we can’t do what we used to. Lovely lady. 

Said cheerio to her as I got off the bus, waved to her when I made my way to flats. Where a heavy duty session on the porcelain revealed no bleeding from either back or front. Pleased with that.

I decided I’d have Meg-Super sandwiches for tonight, got carried away and added some other bits. The sandwiches in production and the nosh prepared!

Carrot and Parsnip puffs, Marmite crisps, vinegar pea-rice, a banana and a Lemon Curd yoghourt. 9.64/10, super delicious it was! Ate it all as well, no wonder the weight had gone on Saturday morning. The pig motiff on the paper towel was most apt! Tsk!

Remembered I’d forgotten to look at the cameras today. Huh!

Got the TV on and fell asleep.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today: Monday 20th March 2017

Monday 20th March 2017

Persian: 20 دوشنبه مارس 2017

0325hrs: Stirred in the £300 second-hand worryingly wobbly recliner, in need of using the porcelain rather urgently. Got there in time and found it was a reasonable session, Little Inchy although sore, was not bleeding and Haemorrhoid Harold was much better than of late, bleeding-wise.

Got the washing garments and accoutrements sorted, and down to the laundry room and got washer going then back up. Computer turned on and started to do the diary.

Half an hour later, down again to move the things to the dryer. A lady tenant from the 8th floor was getting her washing into a machine, and she asked me which dryer I was going to use, I told her whichever she liked, she wanted the end one, so I got my stuff into the next one. Had a chinwag. Then back up to the flat and got on with the diary work.

Don’t know how I managed the following, but here’s the story:

I wanted to rub some pain gel in the knees, opened the drawer where I keep it and couldn’t see any. Went into the wetroom and got the one out of there and used it. When I did the health checks next, there in the drawer as plain as your face was the pain gel next to the BP machine I didn’t see last time I looked for it?

Worrying innit?

Back down to the washing room and retrieved the clothes. Cleaned the filter, washed the inside of the machine. As I exited, the wonderfully coloured sky outside caught me attention, so having the camera in my pocket, I nipped out and took a photo of it. Took several actually, but this is the only one that came out anywhere near as to what it really looked like out there.

The drizzle was still with us. The trees on the left are the Copse I like so much, gradually thickening out as Spring dawns.

Up to the flat and put the clothes away, made a brew, took the medications and finished the Sunday diary and started this one off.

Had a go on Facebook. I lost the graphic I did for Marie and Mary mid-way through the session?

Started a graphic for the TFZ site, not much time available to get it finished, cause I’ve got the INR blood test, and Doctor’s appointment to go to later this morning. However, I did finish the one for TFZ’s Sandie

Did the ablutions, shaving, teggies, then a damned good energetic (For me) showering using the lemon scented soap from Morrison’s. Dried off well and applied the creams lotions and potions to the required areas and limbs, and used the citrus deodorant. I must have smelt like an orange or lemon, Hehe!

Dressed, took the pound-shop brolly with me, and went down to the foyer. Had a nice chinwag and laugh with some of the tenants who had gathered to catch the bus, and decided to get the L8 with some of them down into Sherwood to avoid some of the now heavy winds and rain.

Dropped off near Mansfield Road, walked down and left up through Sherwood and up the gradually inclining, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna annoying hill and down the other side into Carrington and the surgery.

The brolly blew inside out, and I retrieved it and deposited it in a roadside bin, cursing a bit as got wetterer and wetterer on my way to see the nurse. Humph!

I arrived with plenty of time to spare and took off the coat, sat and started on the crossword book. A chap pointed out that the zip on my flies was wide open… Oh dear, the Whoopsiedangleplops have begun!

The surgery nurse called me in, and she did the blood test for me. I gave her some nibbles for her and some for the others. The rain seemed to be coming down even harder as I left, after waiting a while in the forlorn hope that the rain might ease.

I wadded down through to the Carrington shops and into the Lidl store. Spent a good bit toady, bacon, cheese, two potatoes, unicorn carrots, roasted almonds, furniture polish, lemon curd yoghourts, a fruit fool and two fresh cream jam doughnuts.

By the time I exited the nasty staffed shop, the rain had reduced to a bit of drizzle, thankfully. I caught a bus back into Sherwood and called into Holland & Barratt and got a pot of Vitamin B Complex and some Cod liver oil capsules to replace the ones I was running short of.

Out and across the road, with ten minutes to go before the L8 bus was due. Penny, Frank and the nasty woman with the vicious intimidating son (I just acted as if she was not there) were waiting in the shelter. Norman was passing by, and he stopped for a chinwag with us.

Up back to the flats, got in, used the WC, fried myself off best I could then I put the slippers on, put the fodder away, made a cuppa and got the computer on to update this page.

The rain started to come heavily again, as I made another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold.

Tsk!

I rang Olive to see when or if I could call to see her.

She told me to call around 1400hrs.

I got CorelDraw going and started the next graphic off.

Finally got it finished. Not sure what to name or comment on it, though, yet?

1400hrs: Over to visit Olive. Her daughter called for a paramedic yesterday, and she was taken to the hospital by ambulance. The poor thing has now caught an infection that has left her legs with blotches that are painful when touched against. She cannot wear anything on her lower legs. They have put her on antibiotics. These may affect her Chrones and may delay her planned hospital procedure. So damned annoying, just when she is getting so close to her hip operation date. I felt so bad for her.

She made out she was coping with the disappointment, but I knew. Differently, she didn’t tell me off once! So I knew she was well under the weather. I stayed as long as she would allow, we chatted, and she told me some of her younger life, and we managed a smile or two between us. Gave he a smacker, wished her all the best and arranged to visit her on Wednesday with her permission. I left a little despondent and annoyed that life should do this to the girl. Bless her.

Got back to the flat and checked out my bleeding areas, to find both of them were okay and blood free! Did the last Health Check and the weight had increased a tad yet again! Huh!

Did some work on the graphics.

The evening sky looked so, er, what’s the word?

Dynamic? Tumultuous? The different effects on the skyline varied from black to bright white and all combinations in between… I didn’t explain that very well, did I?

Good job I took a photographicalisation of it. Hehehe!

Got the meal prepared, an easy job today, a salad of sorts, without any bread. (The weight increasing you know!)

Pork & Mushroom pate. A portion of soft cheese and strong cheddar, two potato waffles, mushrooms, beetroot, pickled silverskin onions and some sage and onion slices… oh, and the cheesy twist light puff-pastry thing.

Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some of the Boon DVD, which I stayed awake for without any bother (No commercial breaks you see?). Turned over to the TV to watch some Law & Order and, off I went, into a dream filled sleep…

TTFN all.

Friday 17th March 2017: Did Graphicalisationing – but nowt else much

Friday 17th March 2017

Myanmar (Burmese) သောကြာနေ့ 17 မတ်လ 2017

Arose 0350hrs, after one hour’s proper sleep. Feeling well dejected, melancholy and dispirited – and Anny Gyna along with Duodenal Daniel giving me a hammering pain wise.

This is not going to be a good day, I thought. The sepulchral demoralisation combined with physical pains will, I reckon ensure this today will be a struggle.

I’ll not waffle today, I’m finding it hard to lift myself out of the depths of depression this morning, feel horrible.

I moped in the chair for ages before finally forcing myself to get up out of the chair and to the porcelain. Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding badly, rich dark red and had to have a wash-up and cream things. I was not in the least bothered about this as I sat listlessly on the thrown afterwards, complete acceptance that everything I do is, painful, confusing, frustrating and bound to happen?

Did the ablutions and set about finishing off the TFZer graphicalisations, using CorelDraw and CorelPaint.

Six hours later, and I had got them finished. Hoping I have not missed anyone off.

Here are some of them, just to show off a bit like, cause nowt else happened much today.

Apart from me moping around and feeling sorry for missen, and fighting to keep things out of my mind by doing anything else like.

Had a meal with a difference. The choices will get less as the days go on and I still can’t access my money. Tsk!

Good job Morrison’s are still taking the old card in payment?

The half-wheat Rye, half-Wheat Sourdough bread has all gone now. Liked that I did.

Settled to watch some DVD, then the TV – nodded off for hours, woke up, tried to watch the TV that was still on, fell asleep…

TTFN folks.

Inchcock Today: Thursday 16th March 2017

Thursday 16th March 2017

Irish: Déardaoin 16 Márta, 2017

Woke around 0250hrs (According to the living room clock), thought it was much later for some reason. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the porcelain. Little Inchy had been bleeding, Haemorrhoid Harry too.

Then I noticed that the clock in there, indicated it was 0142hrs?

Went into the kitchen, and the clock in there read 0645hrs?

Confused, I made a brew, took the medications and did the health checks.

Then searched for the mobile phone, I found it in the jacket pocket almost out of battery, no missed calls. That and the computer both agreed it was actually, 0330hrs? At this point, I made a connection with the cocks and a dream I’d had earlier, but no details. I put the mobile on charge.

Realising I was probably going bonkers and almost ready to be institutionalised, I tried what logic I could muster to attempt to work out what could have happened here with these clocks. It’s true that I felt a little yonderly and my psyche seemed to have departed company with my brain. First, I thought I might have been sleep-walking? But I don’t imagine that I could manage to get out of the recliner when asleep, it’s difficult enough some mornings when I’m awake? But you never know.

What else could have taken place, though? An Alien visitation? Hehehe! Genuinely worried about this, but I put it out of my mind (An easy option for me sometimes) and got on the computer to do some work finishing another TFZer graphic. Then updated the diaries and got yesterday’s posted off.

At this point I realised, thank heavens, the cramps from last night had dissipated. Anne Gyna still with me, though, and Duodenal Daniel felt like he was on his way to visit me.

Bash on Facebook, then had an hour or so to work on the next TFZer graphic, before I had to get the things ready for today’s Winwood Tenants Social Hour Meeting.

Carried out the ablutions, Haemorrhoid Harry bleeding a bit.

Off I poddled to the Social Hour, taking the nibbles and raffle prizes with me.

All change today, many new faces, tenants relatives, but some old ones missing. There was an atmosphere lingering, at first, I could not understand what or why this was.

I sat down next to a bloke’s daughter, being as that was the only chair. BJ arrived, and old Bill joined us at the table, their seats are always sacrosanct and saved for them.

When the raffle started, it came out as to why some of the old dears were pensive. The visitors won a lot of prizes, and some did not donate any themselves, this was the cause of the silent angst. I found this out afterwards when I handed the nibbles out, and one of my tenant darlings told me. The lady next to me had won five prizes, and this did not go down well, cause they all noticed that she does not bring anything for the raffle with her. I never thought of that.

I had some new pains come on while I was nattering to Bill and BJ. On the left side of the chest and around under the armpit? I’ll not hide it, I was worried and felt proper ill.

Left a few minutes earlier than usual, as I walked out and said my cheerios to the regulars, I was ignored a bit. Possibly they thought the woman I was sat next to was a relative of mine? Or, they were busy chinwagging themselves? Peggy, who runs the Social noticed my discomfort earlier and inquired how I was and told me to seek assistance if it continues.

Walked back to the flat and had a dizzy en route. Only a short one, though.

Got into the flat and got the potatoes boiling and the bacon in the oven. The pain eased but remained on and off. The imprecision and vagueness of mind returned.

I’d intended to get out and see the bank manager, but felt drained already, and not in a good state. Then tried doing the TFZ graphics, but concentration was minimal and tiring.

Blogged and did some more Facebooking without problems, and the meal was ready.

Notwithstanding feeling a little delicate, I did enjoy this din-din.

Small potatoes boiled, pickled mushrooms, beetroots and two bacon pieces (Dribbled with BBQ sauce).

Two slices of the half-Rye-Half-sourdough bread followed with the banana and lemon fool.

Put the washing up to soak in the bowl, had another dizzy and got sat down in the £300 second-hand recliner, put the TV on and fell asleep for a couple of hours, woken by the sound of the door chime banging out a rendition of Dusty Springfield’s “I only want to be with you”. As I struggled to get out of the chair before whoever it was, gave up, I thought it might be someone checking if I was alright? No, it was Don from another flat wanting some 20p pieces for his laundry.

I made a mug of tea and searched for the camera to take this photographicalisation of the Sherwood sunset.

Settled once again to watch some TV – nodded off again.

Woke by the telephone ringing away – another struggle to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair before they rang off.

It was Sister Jane, so nice to hear from her. I’m afraid I waffled a bit and didn’t get the full message, as I was a bit droopy from the kip.

She sounded well, bless her.

Something we said must have triggered my thoughts, for I do recall sitting and musing over memories from long ago for an hour or so as I sat there in the dark pondering on life and it’s problems, personal and global, peace being the main worry… I mean, the violence and hatred being the primary concern for the world that needs corrective and compassionate attention – but it will not get it, that is certain.

The engrossment and mortification over the world’s worries had worn me out, but I could not get back to sleep for hours.

Waking up around 0350hrs, drained!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 14th March 2017: Thwarted with Problems!

Tuesday 14th March 2017

Turkish: 14 Mart 2017 Salı

0330hrs: I sprang awake so violently I nearly fell out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair. The few memories of the wicked dream I was having, evaporated immediately from my consciousness. All that remained was a sense of nervousness? I hate it when this happens, particularly when remembering so much of the night before dreams too. Tsk!

The call to the porcelain arrived on queue as I dismounted the recliner, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were hot, sore and stinging like hell. But no bleeding when I passed. Most surprising that?

Made a brew and took the medications.

Did the health checks, and compared the last two weeks total averages, in red.

The battle against the weight increase seems to be a lost cause?

Not a lot of difference with the others methinks?

Monday and Tuesday up to now, this week seem okay.

Apart from the weight of course. I must try harder!

As I put the milk away in the fridge, I noticed something had been leaking into the vegetable drawer. So got it put and cleaned it and returned it. This sounds like a little job doesn’t it? Remember this is me I am talking about. The door would not allow me the room when open as far as it would go – So I had to move the stuff from the side of the damned fridge and turn it as far as I could to make room to get the drawer out, it was still tight and I struggled a bit to do it. Getting the thing back in was easier! Tsk! I’m sure it was less bothersome last time I did it. Maybe the flats are leaning a bit? 

Started doing a graphicalisation for the TFZer site, but had to stop to get the ablutions done, so I can get out to the bank and try the card, and have time to get back to visit Olive.

Set out calling into the Winwood Community Hut to drop off some nibbles for the Kamp Obergruppenfurheresses.

Onward down the hill into Sherwood and arrived at the ATM machine outside the new bank, and tried out the card for the first time.

Fully confident that all would be okay, now I had received the two emails from the bank welcoming me to the new account. Thus began the new:

I put in the new pin number and attempted to withdraw some money, and was informed on the screen that ‘This service is not currently available’ I cancelled it and tried once more – the same failure repeated itself.

I went into the bank and explained to the lady behind the counter, who told me to place my card and pin into the machine on the counter. So I did. “All okay there,” she said and waited for me to wander off. So I did.

Luckily, a bloke in the queue pointed out to me that the lady was calling for me to return to the counter. So I did. She pointed out that there was no money in this account! Almost immediately Anne Gyna started to kick at me. Frustration grew in double quick time, as it dawned on me that the black depression was about to be summoned back by my tormented soul and mind. A touch of annoyance brewed as well.

I thought I acquitted myself well, born through repeatedly being led astray by the bank management, as the manager came out all smile and took me into his office for a chinwag. He started by saying he had been trying to ring me. I replied, “That would be the one missed call on my phone then?” He was taken aback a bit I think, with my new found verbal courage, again prompted by frustration. He said the transfer of money from the Co-op bank had not gone through, due to the Council Tax people putting the wrong postcode on their letter to me. I told him I had followed his advice and shredded the old Co-op card. He did he is best to sound upbeat, then he called the Co-op Bank for me and got them to issue a new card. Another mess to sort out and even more waiting! I gave the Co-op bloke a password and it was sorted. I am to expect a new card within 3 days, and a new pin withing 5 days, then I have to activate them. Great!

That sorted, he then rang the State Pension people and told them about the problem with the postcode – they are to send out a new detail of pension breakdown for me, with the correct postcode on it. I can expect this within 5-7 days. Grumph!

He then told me I need to find a 2017 Tax Code letter and take it in, to him.

The manager did apologise for his part in the farce come error, but I thought he might break a tooth or two as he forced the words through his teggies.

I left the branch almost spitting blood but tried not to show it.

Muttering to myself as I crossed the road, almost walking under a turning left white-van, I avoided the temptation from the fresh cream cake shop and hobbled up to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop with some donations to give them and an Easter Egg for the staff.

Feeling somewhat dejected, disconsolate, downhearted, and depressed now. I even managed to miss both of the buses that I aimed to catch back up the hill. So I carried on up and over the hill down to Woodthorpe Grange Park, up the path and then right down to the flats.

I did almost cheer up a bit when I saw someone with two giant horse-sized poodles! Hehe!

Just as I was taking a picture of the lovely Spring flowers blooming, they both raced into the picture.

That was kind of them.

The daffodils were coming through with beauty and aplomb at the top of the hill, as well.

Turning right on my way down the hill, some crows landed in the trees on the outside of the Copse.

Thought it would make a good picture to take them with the flats behind and make a humorous graphic about Alfred Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’ at a later date.

But, by the time I’d got the camera out again, the Murder of Crows had fled. Just the one stayed for his photograph to be taken. Haha!

I had a natter with a lady tenant who was waiting for her lift in the foyer. Then went up and called in on Olive. She was in good form. She told me off for getting in a mess with the bank, for putting on weight and for not having gone back to Boots with the new spectacle’s that were leaving painful looking marks on my face and needed putting right. Lovely to hear her like this, I knew she was feeling okay now. Gave her kiss and departed to the flat.

The spirits sank again.

Marinated some baked beans in the pan, ready to have later with the last of the roast belly pork slices.

Not sure why I seasoned them the way I did, but keeping the fingers crossed they turn out alright. I mixed BBQ seasoning, garlic, demerara sugar, dark mushroom soy sauce, tomato and bacon cooking sauce, tomato puree, black pepper and large spoon or two of black bean sauce together and left them to marinate for a few hours.

Tasted a spoonful to try the taste after a while. I liked it.

To take the stress of the news away, even if temporarily, I found doing the TFZ graphics for my next series, worked. So, I pressed on for hours and hours starting them off. Still only got three of them finished. Want to get them all done, then post them together.

The brain racing and getting nowhere, fighting against invisible, intractable, untouchable enemy problems that were preventing me getting to sleep…

Inchcock Today – Friday 10th March 2017

Friday 10th March 2017

Bulgarian: Петък 10 март, 2017 г.

A Nothing sort of Day

I stirred into semi-life and had another attempt at remembering the dreams, again without any luck. Glanced at the clock… Gotten Himmel, It was 0600hrs! I’d been in the land of nod, on and off for over seven hours. I must have been tired, not like me to sleep anywhere near this length of time.

To the porcelain after extracting myself from the shaking wobbly £300 second-hand recliner. So, some good news here again this morning, Little Inchy had responded well to the new cream (Although it did sting a bit more than the other one, hehe), and had not bled at all overnight. Haemorrhoid Harold was only leaking little bits, and this despite the painful evacuation battle just undertaken. Even Duodenal Daniel was a lot easier too. Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were the only ones upset with me.

Did the first Health Checks. All okay. Took the medications.

Computer switched on and yesterday’s diary was finished off. Did some graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw.

Did the second Health Checks, okay again.

Blogged on for a while.

Then went on Facebook.

Did the third Health Checks, okay yet again.

Did some graphics and posted them off to the TFZ site.

Letters from the bank – all sorted now with the new card.

Did an order for a Morrison delivery for next week and changed the details, but it would not accept my payment. Turned it all off and back on again and tried once more and it took it this time.

Pleased with some long awaited progress, I cleaned the kitchen up a bit. This turned out to be not such a good idea. Within minutes I’d burnt my finger and broke a mug and clouted my head on the draining board.

Got a bit peckish early on today, so made the fodder.

A steak pie, new potatoes, garden peas, mushroom with soy sauce and beetroots. A banana and lemon fool followed.

A nice one, despite my dropping some of the peas off the plate and having to extract myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, getting the hoover and brush and cleaning up the mess and the meal got cold before I got back to it. Interesting searching for the peas and thinking you’ve got them all, putting the hoover away and finding more – twice! Tsk! Still, I have plenty of comestibles and victuals to hand.

I double checked the bank paperwork and was satisfied I’d not made any errors. (Fingers crossed here)

Washed the pots and had a look what was on the TV tonight. Decided to watch some DVDs of Doctor Who.

As I settled, two more garden peas were spotted, on the chair this time – and I took off the cover and shook it earlier? I checked underneath it and hit my head in the same spot as I did earlier against the kitchen sink.

Eventually, I got to watched some of the DVD and the innards started rumbling, but this did not last, as soon as I paid yet another visit to the [prcelain, it stopped bothering me.

Took the medications and idly did nothing else other than Health Check and watch the DVD. Finally nodded off around 2130hrs.

It’s been an odd day.

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