Category: Bleeding

Inchcock Today Sat 2 Jan 2016: Lost camera. Really pee’d off with myself now!

Solicitors are like rhinoceroses,

Thick Skinned, Short Sighted, and always ready to charge!

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Saturday 2nd January 2016

Woke at 0400 hrs, I forced myself up and to the bathroom.

Made a cuppa and took my morning medications.

Laptop on to finish the Friday diary – but could I find my camera with the photo’s on it from yesterday?

No!

I didn’t go out of the flat yesterday, the last time I used it was in the kitchen to photographicalise me nosh.

I felt a fool as I searched for over two hours, looking in he same places so often – thought I was going demented!

Might it be in the same place as my missing hearing-aid batteries, Lottery ticket or Dixon of Dock Green DVD? Not that it would help of it was, because I don’t know where that place is!.

Has the flat got a black-hole in it?.

Frustrated, defeated and depressed, I began to hate my carelessness and frail memory.

Suppose I’ll have another search later after having my bath and I get ready to go out. I feel lost without a good camera. If I don’t find it, more expense to get another one?

There was a fella called Inchcock,

Who acquired an ageing memory block,

The Lumix was the best camera he’d ever had,

He’s lost it, can’t find it, and that is so sad,

To buy a new one, he’ll have to go into hock,

Old Age can be such a terrible shock!

Did a bit of Facebooking, but my idiocy in losing my excellent camera kept coming into my mind.

Had me soak in the bath, put Radox in it. I had a good shave with only one little cut made. I sprayed myself with Brute. (And still none of the ladies ravaged me. Tsk!)

Treated ‘Little Inchy’, hardly any bleeding now. Put my rear-end cream on, pain-gelled my knees and hands. Cleaned my hearing aids and long-distance spectacles, and got dressed and the things together and ready for taking with me on me outing into town.

Took the rubbish to the chute, and then returned for a final check of the flat. Lights, power sockets, taps, etc.

Lastly, I closed the laptop lid… Wait for it!!!

There behind it was my precious missing camera!

Nothing new there then.

I swore prolifically at myself, and got the bag and walked down to catch the 0930 hrs L9 bus.

No one else waiting in the lobby – odd I thought?

Walked to the Community Shed and it was locked up – just as well because I’d forgotten what I had called there for in the first place had left my mind.

Back to the lobby and a few tenants were there. I had a great gossip and laughed with them. We walked out to the bus-stop, and they all caught the L8. I gave them a cheery wave-off.

It was then that I realised it was a Saturday, and the L9 doesn’t start until 1030 hrs! Huh!

So, I had a walk up through and down the park into Sherwood. Some lovely dogs en route being walked, or rather walking their owners. Hehe!

I dropped off on Mansfield Road in town, the rain barely noticeable, but it kept suddenly going dark and threatening.

Not many folks around for a Saturday.

I walked to the Jessops store to see if they had anything in the Sale that might interest me. Negative.

As I left, I noticed the crowds gathering on Clinton Street where the stabbing took place yesterday outside the McDonald’s imitation food outlet. After I had taken the first photograph, the light returned within seconds, it was so surreal! So I took another.

Decided to go to catch a bus to Bulwell to see if the B&M store had any of the cheapo Curried beans in stock. Went to the bus stop and caught a number 17 into Bulwell.

The pigeons appreciated the seeds I gave them. Then I moved to the shallow and usually slow moving river Leen to see the mallard ducks.

The river was in flood, and the water so brown instead of the usual clear transparent water.

The ducks were keeping out of the main flow in a line. Bet the poor things are well tired current and weather.

I went into the B&M store, but they had no beans in stock.

Caught a bus back into Nottingham and just missed the bus back to the flats. Not another for two hours now, and that will be the last one for the day.

A number 40 was due in an hour, so I had a paddle around in the rain for a while.

As I wandered around, I decided to call in Tesco. Where I got some potato cakes and weakened terribly and bought some fresh cream horns. 

Strolled down Trinity Walk and noticed this first-floor cafe was open, with signs all over the place and thought of Lynton Cox, my mate, so thought I’d post it for him.

I’ve never actually seen anyone going into or out of this building ever?

Went to the bus stop for the 40 bus that was now due in four minutes.

I could smell the food from the many restaurants locally, but a bad smell of something decaying was mingled in with these aromas.

I soon located the source in Nottingham, The Cleanest City in Britain. It was near the bus stop against the wall of one of the restaurants – not their fault! Passengers waiting for the bus had I assumed just thrown their rubbish in the recess while waiting for the bus and sorting their shoplifted goods out?

Caught the bus and had a read of me war book on the way, and dropped off on Winchester Street.

Risked life and limb, but got across the road okay, and walked to the flats.

The rain began heavily as I got inside the foyer.

Got in and put my bits away.

WC’d and made a cuppa, took the midday medications.

Laptop on, and I started to update this diary.

Did some Facebooking, and then got me nosh prepared.

Made far too much, though. New potatoes, potato cakes, bacon, BBQ sausage, roast parsnips, carrots and caramelised sausage rolls; Cor what a load!

I think I managed to eat about 50% of it if that! Yet I made room for the fresh cream French horns! Naughty! Tsk!

I found two films on the gogglebox I wanted to watch. The first one ‘Killer Bees’ sent me off to the land of nod in no time. I awoke after it had finished and tried to watch ‘Inferno’; didn’t get passed the first ten minutes before I’d gone again! Tsk!

Inchcock Today 1 Jan 2016: Happy New Year to all… Well, do yer bestest anyway!

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Fri 1st January 2016

Woke at 0435 hrs, Felt horrible this morning, back and neck ache, Little Inchy in a right state, stomach grinding and rumbling away (That’ll teach me for eating a big meal yesterday).

Had to hasten to the  bathroom to try and pass and sort Little Inchy out. While sat on the thrown some memories came back of a dream I’d had, I wrote what I could recall on some toilet paper.he rumbling innards back again! after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.

No luck with the passing but got Inchy treated. Put the kettle on and got my medications ready.he rumbling innards back again! after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.

Then I perused the notes of the dream I’d made. Took a photo of them.

Most of the memories had gone from my mind by now – not being able to decipher my own handwriting irked me a bit.

I was on a train, a steam train engine and had to collect some sliced red potatoes in a small bag from a net at the side of the track as we passed… Couldn’t climb up in time… Somehow got the bag with the sliced raw redskin potatoes and people were then chasing me to get them off me? I’m sure there was much more but not able to read my notes and all the recollections being dissipated left me frustrated.  

Arthur Itis was niggling me, the back and neck in a state and I kept needing (Or thinking I needed) to use the WC to no avail, though. I thought with the breadbasket rumbling away it would be easy, but no.

I set about finishing the last and starting this diary off on the laptop.

No buses again today or tomorrow from the flats. So maybe I’ll get to finish my Ode to post later? Or, perhaps I can get some cleaning done? Mmm?

Did some Facebooking, for several hours.

Patricia Kopf’s Graphic. Best wishes and prayers for her speedy recovery. XXX

One of the Troll Free Zone Angels, Patricia Kropf  has had a nasty tumble and broken her patella and damaged her wrist. Set about creating a graphic to try and cheer her up a bit.

Posted this to her Facebook page.

Thinking of her now, I just hope she is not in too much pain. Bless her.

It was TFZer Linda Novak’s birthday today as well.

Did her a  graphic with some hunks on it for her celebration.

Hope she likes it alright?

Got carried away with the graphicalisationing somewhat and did some more.

Marie and Sandra on their tandem motorbike next.

The tummy started rumbling a bit worse, so the bathroom had many visits for the rest of the day.

Mostly failures.

Had me nosh then I took the evening medications.

Fell asleep.

Inchcock Today Thu 31st Dec 15: Laundry problems, New Year meeting and Little Inchy bleeding again. Tsk!

What’s the difference between a mosquito and a lawyer?
One is a blood-sucking parasite, the other is an insect.

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Thursday 31st December 2015

The view from the kitchen window

Woke at 0400 hrs, the rumbling innards back again! after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.

Still, it took me mind off of the creaking neck pains. Hehehe!

To the bathroom to find Little Inchy had had a bad night and needed untangling of the matted blood. Huh!

Had a few shakes this morning too.

Made a cuppa and took me medications.

Made up a bag of goodies for the meeting tonight at the Comunity shed. I shan’t be capable of waiting up to see in the new year with them, so I’ll go early and leave early leaving them some nibbles.

Laptop on to do the diaries. Had a proper dizzy while I was at at the laptop – scared me for a few seconds, yet it was all over and done with in a minute? Did some Facebooking and WordPressing.

Got the bath ready and had a shave. Did me teggies, got in the tub for a good soak and sorted Little Inchy out afterwards. Cleaned the bathroom and got me laundry and myself ready.

I’d thought if I get the laundry out of the way early, I would be able to get a kip in before the New Year Meeting at 1930 hrs in the Community Shed. Then I might avoid falling asleep in the meeting?

Took me rubbish bags to the chute and went down to the laundry room. sadly 

Sadly all the machines were in use. So I walked to the Community Shed to take the mail delivered to the last tenant and give the gals some nibbles. I’d left the letters near the flat door, though. Huh!

Came back to the flats and took note of the finishing time of the washers. Nipped up to the apartment and updated this diary, and then went down again to the laundry room with my washing and crossword book, hoping to get a machine free this time.

Got one this time. Started the washing machine and a chappie came down and began to empty a washer, he then used both devices and when I pointed this out he was not a happy laddie. He then started both driers going. Meaning, that my washer would be finished in 40 minutes, and I’d have another half hour to wait for a drier to come free. Humph!

I sat in the lobby, and the frail lady from the 11th floor came down.

We had a nice chinwag while I waited for the drier to come free. The chappie didn’t come down by the time it had finished so I took out his washing and put mine in it.

He was not happy when he came down, and told me the washing was not dry and assumed I’d taken out his finished laundry early, so I could get mine in. I calmly told him I had not taken out his washing before the drier had completed its cycle – and he shouldn’t have been using two machines, and I thought he had shown his ignorance lack of respect in doing so. He turned a bit nasty and left the laundry room chuntering. Proving to me his lack of thought and consideration for others. I anticipate further bother from this crude animal at a future time!

I enjoyed a further natter with the lady while waiting.

Got my washing out so someone else could use the washer.

Got me drier going as the rain pelted down and the darkness fell.

Boy did the rain come too!

Deana came through the lobby, and I mentioned the ignorant one who used all the machines. I have no fear of conflict with this big bloke oddly enough – his disregard for others overpowers my nervousness in this instance.

Managed a chat with some others coming and going, and then took my laundry out and back up to the flat.

Hunger pangs sprang to life, and I got some battered fish fingers, fish cakes and pollock in the oven and updated this diary again.

Tasty but too large Fish Nosh

Got my nosh and added a bit of ketchup to it, and ate it with relish and some bread thins. Fish night nosh; Battered fish fingers, battered fish cakes and battered cod wedges, with baked beans.

Far too much and it was far too nice too as well and besides as well as.

Ate the lot, thus ruining me recent attempts at going on a diet of sorts and eating less. Humph!

Nodded off for an hour or so and found I was late for the New Year get together at the Winwood Centre (Community Shed).

On my way to the Community Hut

Got myself ready with the nibbles I was taking and ventured out into the drizzle and walked to the hut.

I was wondering how many of the 400 + tenants would be present., and looking forward to.

Despite the late time for me, I was looking forward to meeting the residents I might not have met before.

The Cheery Four tenants there

Not a full house by any means.

The frail lady from the 11th floor was there, (Second left), The amazing 94-year-old Gentleman Frank from Woodthorpe Court (At the end of the table in yellow) and another man and wife who I had not seen before – and that was it. But it was early yet, hours before midnight and the New Year.

Frank and I eventually mastered the music machine, and we got some DVDs of 1940 and 50’s music playing.

Royalty and Comedian?

The man and woman put on some masks and asked me to take a photograph of them.

It was wonderful listening as best I could to their stories and reminiscences.

The frail lady left and I realised I’d have to follow her soon. I’d missed my medications and the stomach was rumbling, but even worse I was being tempted by the alcohol, although it was not offered to me; I began seeing it as desirable. No way can I afford to start drinking again after the battle to stop many years ago now.

The tummy started rumbling. Oh dear. I said my farewells and wished them a Happy New Year and made my way back to the flat in the dark and drizzle. I think they thought I was a bit anti-social leaving so early?

Back in the apartment, I took some stomach settler but it was too late for me to take my evening medications. WC’d and doctored Little Inchy. Made a cuppa and decided to watch the film Space Cowboys, one of my all time favourites, and planned to take a photo of the fireworks that go off at midnight through the kitchen window. I fell asleep and missed the film and fireworks!

Inchcock Today Wed 30 Dec 15: Off to Derby in the wild wind…

It is unfair to believe everything you hear about solicitors.

Some of it might not be true!

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Wednesday 30th December 2015

A ‘Moody’ photo of the hallway this morning

Woke at 0500 hrs, after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.

The tummy was rumbling again, aching neck, back and shoulders: And a blinding headache behind the eyes. I felt like I’d not had any sleep at all. Fatigued and heavy eyelidded. Another late rising again for me.

A headache made a mental contact with a dream I’d had but blown if I could recall the details.

No call to the porcelain either – bit concerning that, so out of the ordinary.felt 

When I moved to make a cuppa and get me medications the knees and back were not happy with me. I really must get out and about today, loosen things up. I might try to get to Derby again, take some seed and earthworms for the ducks, grab my camera and call in to see if Primark has got any of the loose fitting undies left for sale. Yes good idea, I think I’ll do that. Oh better check me calendar first. All clear, medical appointments start next Monday again, Tuesday, Wednesday and so on. On Monday, I have three of them, GP, Clinic nurse! Hehehe!

Laptop on finished yesterday’s rather sad, aimless. Desolate diary, and started this one off.

At last I got a summons to the bathroom from me innards – Oh what a kerfuffle too! Little Inchy needed extracting from my disposable undies; the dried blood did not want to be removed. The haemorrhoids were flowing red. I even caught the cut inside my lip when I was doing me teggies, and that joined in bleeding. However, I’ve had it worse, just not all at the same time.

Good news came yesterday, I forgot to mention in Tuesday diary: Sister Jane rang, and she’d taken Fooey to the Veterinary, and he told her that the antibiotics were working on him. Great news, although of course Fooey being so old I must not get too excited. I asked Jane to take a photo of him and send it to me so I can post it.

Must get an early as possible bath. Can’t have one before 0800hrs in case it disturbs my neighbours. That doesn’t leave much time to get everything ready for going out before I have to get down to the bus-stop to catch the first bus at 0930hr.

Got an early bath and won the daily battle getting me socks off and new ones on.

All readied for me outing, I walked to the Winwood Community Shed and handed the mail I’d received for Margaret, the previous tenant. Had a chinwag with Deana the flats coordinator.

Back to the foyer and met some of the other tenants for another little chinwag and laugh, before catching the bus into town.

Could be a good one for a Caption Competition?

As I got off the bus in the city to go to the Victoria bus station to catch the Red Arrow to Derby, I couldn’t help but smile to myself when I saw the window of the John Lewis store that was being changed.

Hehehe!

I walked through to the bank (Again) and called in to once more find out why I was not receiving me bank statements. The chap confirmed they had my correct address on their database. But could not tell me why I had not had any statements since I’ve been in the flats from last July? Again, just like the last three times, I’d called in to see them and find out why – he said I should receive one. 

Getting fed up with this now. 

I departed frustrated and walked to get the bus to Derby, just as the rain came down, and the wind was buffeting the vehicle all the way en-route.

Arrived in Derby bus station and the rain had eased a lot, but the wind remained bothersome.

Derby’s pigeons tucking into their nosh

Went to the Derwent river bank behind the station and gave the pigeons their seed and earthworms.

Then walked in the rain to the old market plaza. It was so sad, at least, another three stalls had been abandoned and closed since my last visit.

I don’t think it can last much longer at this rate.

Then down to the Primark store and got out of the rain and had a good wander around. I got another 3-pack of the loose-fitting undies extra large.

Had a walk around town to the Eagle Centre and had a saunter through to the Market there, another sad sight with so many stalls closed down and or unoccupied.

I was tempted at a stall selling used dvds at £1.50 each and purchased a few.

I espied at a jewellery stall these Amber things, took the photo to post on the Troll Free Site for the girls.

Out into the rain and wind again and over to the bus station.

I had a while to wait for the bus, so took a walk through the supermarket in there. Bought a 20p newspaper.

Caught the bus and read the Star on the way back into Nottingham. I can see why they charge only 20p for it – rubbish!

I dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street.

It never ceases to amaze me how the Nottinghomians ignore traffic signals and lights. They just seem to walk across the road with total disinterest in the oncoming traffic that was on the green lights to drive?

I just missed catching the L9 bus, so had an hour to wait for the next one. I had a saunter around the City Centre.

Plenty of well-wrapped up folk about despite the rain and wind.

I called in the Spar shop to get one of their bacon cobs but they didn’t have any in.

Back to the bus-stop. The bus left early and we were soon back at the flats.

WC’d and got me nosh started – it was supposed to have been roast potatoes and sausages. But I somehow foolishly put them both in the oven at the same time, the sausages were cooked to perfection but the potatoes were still almost cold. Wotta plonker! I threw away the roast potatoes and made some instant mash. Huh!

The rain and wind persisted.

Started to read my book… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today Mon 28 Dec 15: An Odd Day

Did everything but name my solicitors this did! Humph!

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Monday 28th December 2015

Up at 0510 hrs, felt like I’d not had any sleep, fatigued and heavy eyelidded. Late again for me.

One of my dreams involved me being trapped underground, and confused as to where and how, I think a bank teller was with me, but no idea why?

Back and neck ache along with Arthur Itis in me knees made it painful for me to get to the bathroom porcelain on my first trip of the day. Funny innit? How yesterday I felt so good and had most of my ailments being kind to me – today Little Inchy had to be de-clogged of blood cleaned and treated. The haemorrhoids were bleeding away, and as I said earlier, Arthur Itis had returned with a vengeance! Accompanied by Anne Gina letting me know she was there.

I finished off Sunday’s diary, made a cuppa and took me morning medications.

Started this one off and then did a bit of Facebooking. For far longer than planned (But I love those pesky Ether-friends) and I must get a bath now and catch the later bus than expected.

Not liking this neck and shoulder ache I’ve accumulated overnight at all!

Filled the bath and tended to me tender areas. Hehe, why am I laughing?

Thought I’d go to the bank today and sort out why I had not been getting my statements. Then go to Derby for me undies.

Got ready, took me bags to the rubbish chute on the way down and went to the bus stop. No other residents there – hello I thought? Decided to walk up and through the park to the bus stop on Mansfield Road, met Frank and his son on the way doing the same. They informed me that the buses for the flats are off for three days, should be back on tomorrow. Tsk!

Got the bus in Sherwood to town.

Walked through Victoria Shopping Mall, and nearly got myself knocked into and over by the crowds!

Bargain hunters on a mission methinks, but dangerous for those not so nimble on their feet like what I am.

It was a bit of a job getting out uninjured, due to so many shoplifters trying to get in through the same doors, but managed it safely.

A smell greeted me as I left from the other end?

It was from the unemptied bins.

I walked bravely down through Clinton Street to the City Centre, where the unsmiling faces of the crowds concentrating on their mobile phones indicated another danger of me getting bashed into.

Went across the amusements and down Exchange Walk to the bank.

Of course, it was closed.

I had a wander about then decided not to get the bus to Derby. But get the 40 bus back to Winchester Street after I’d nipped into the Pound Shop to get some Lemon Air-freshener. I ended up getting more than planned. Jelly babies, BBQ sauce, the last lemon freshener in the store and a Jasper Carrot DVD.

Walked up to the bus stop and found one was due in a few minutes. Ah, I thought, is my luck is changing?

The bus came in, and we were off – the bus broke down at the next bus-stop.

Another driver got on, and they failed to get it going so we were turfed off to catch the next 40 bus.

Cunningly as I milled about twixt the 20 or so other ejected passengers, I decided to walk back to the first stop. This, I thought, would ensure I get a seat on it.

Hobbled back and had to wait 25 minutes for it to arrives and we set off again, but I got a seat!

At the bus-stop where we had been abandoned earlier the flood of passengers was tidal! The bus filled up within seconds, and the others left an elderly lady struggling to stand along with many others. No one offered her their seat, so I got the man in the next seat to me to let me out, I protected the free seat from being taken by others and indicated to the lady to seat there. My faith in humanity is ever decreasing!

Got to the Winchester Street bus stop, and the lady got off at the same time. I crossed the road with her, both of us a bit nervous I think.

It’s a dangerous bend above and below the bus-stop for seeing traffic coming in time.fats.

The lady was not very lucid, and I felt for sorry for her. She said something about the carers at her home not being very caring bless her.

I walked her to the back entrance of her Care Home and continued on to Woodthorpe Court at the end of Chestnut Walk.

WC’d just in time, phew that one was close!

Got me nosh and settled to watch some Heartbeat episodes on a DVD of the first series. This got me thinking about when they were first shown and what I was doing and living at the time. Mixed memories emanated from me muddled mind and I realised I was happier now than then. I think?

I nodded off and woke up hours later and foolishly tried to watch some more. After several nod-offs, I gave up.

Inchcock Today Sun 27 Dec 15: Out and About today!

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Sunday 27th December 2015

Brekkers this morning
Gloomy looking this morning as well!

Up at 0425 hrs, Some dreams I’d had stayed in my mind and I wrote bits of them down.

The cut lip I acquired yesterday while cutting my toenails was a lot less painful – until I made a cuppa and took me medications – Oooh stinging!

Arthur Itis was playing up on me knees badly, but Anne Gina and ulcer were not bad at all. Hope it stays like this for a bit.

Laptop on and got the Saturday diary finished and posted.

Then perused my notes about the dreams. So glad I did write them down because by now they had evaporated into the ether.

The Dream/s:

I was in a battle and seemed to be in charge of some Wehrmacht troops hidden up high in a battle-scarred building. We had little ammunition left but had pre-targeted all the areas around us for our artillery to pick of some of the hundreds of T34 tanks attacking us before we ran out of ammunition.

Then I seemed to be in charge of the Russian troops weapons and tactics? I summoned aircraft to attack and use the German’s ammunition. Having made all the plans – I found myself back with the Germans, for some reason the troops were using Bren guns but with a different shell casing?.

The best bit of the dream, Kathy Kirby appeared walking towards the Russian lines singing ‘Secret Love’ and the weapons ceased firing? After she had sung it, both sides gave her a round of vigorous applause.

As for me, I was transported to Italy, Rome I think.

I was sat in the Bistro (If that’s the word, an outside cafe wine bar), listening to a bloke singing Dean Martins ‘June in January’ and I was reading a book about ‘Open all hours’ the TV comedy?

I believe I was singing that song when I sprang awake?

Made another cuppa and decided that weather permitting, I’d try to have another good walk in Woodthorpe Grange Park again after the weather ruined yesterday’s attempted walk about in the Park.

Set about to attempt to create an Ode, but the concentration wasn’t there. Tsk!

Lynton & I in a graphic wot I dun like…

I did manage to get some graphics done, though.

Marissa Bergen in a ‘Women’s poster.’

I was pleased with the result of one I made using a photo Lynton that had posted on Facebook. Added my mush to it, and made a background using French toilet rolls, linking it to a word used in Lynton’s comments.

Then I did one of Marissa Bergen out of a poster I found on-line.

I made a bit of a mess of the neck though I’m afraid. Tsk! And Huh! Still it looks a bit like a collar?

I hope she isn’t too cruel to me over this transgression.

I live in fear now…

Shirley and Mike as Moneypenny and Bond!

Then I created a mock 007 poster with Shirley Blamey and Mike Steedenski as Miss Moneypenny and James Bond.

Hope they both like it.

Took a few hours to do but I did enjoy doing these graphics.

Went to have a wash and shave, during which I blew my nose and blood came out of the left nose channel. Bit concerned about this I was at the time. But thankfully it hasn’t happened since again yet.

Little Inchy bled a bit more than yesterday as well.

Traffic Jams en route to town

Took me rubbish to the chute on me way out. I walked up the hill path into Woodthorpe Park, and down onto Mansfield Road.

Caught a bus into the City Centre. The last ¼ mile was bumper to bumper with all the Sale shoplifters, er, shoppers going to town for the bargains.

Plenty on loungers with ear pieces and phones in their ear-holes were spread around

Walked through Victoria Cente shopping mall, a busy mob of shoppers were about in number.

There were many new eateries in the mall, and they were all doing a brisk trade today.

Had a look at some of the prices on their menus that were on display.

All through the centre, the available seating was occupied.

INTU centre busy today.

Most shops were advertising ‘Sale – All sale items at 50% off or more’.

When I passed by the ‘Next’ door, thought I noticed my Sister Jane inside, so I phoned her, no reply. Went into the store but couldn’t see her.

I walked to the other end on the top floor and out of the above street passage and took a photo from above.

Upper Parliament Street from the walkover bridge

The rain was holding off nicely.

Jane called me back, it was not her in the store, she was at home getting ready to go to the footy match.walk.

I carried on and down the wonderfully kept and cleaned stairs that come out between the Pound store and the pub in this photo.

Nottingham – The Cleanest City in the East Midland – they claim?

Not exactly an area that contributed to Nottingham becoming the cleanest City in the East Midlands is it? Hehe!

At the bottom of the steps were removed shop security tags, what looked like parts of syringes to me, sick on the floor, nub-ends, empty beer bottles and cans, uneaten takeaways and blood. Welcome to Nottingham!

The Mob! Clinton Street.

Got to the end of Clinton Street to go down it into the slab square, but being as I didn’t have me stick with me and the crowds looked rather daunting, I walked along Upper Parliament Street to Queen Street, to check on the times for the 40 buses today. No L9 or L8 was running today being a Sunday.

Food Glorious Food – at a price!

Had half an hour until the ETA of the bus, so took a walk into the Slab Square to get some photographs of the shoplifter… no sorry, shoppers fighting each other for the bargains nad entertainments.Least of all the food stalls!

The food stalls were doing well, despite the prices they were charging!

View of the Council House from the bus-stop on Queen Street

Back up to the bus-stop.

Caught the 40 bus back to Winchester Street in Sherwood. Close to the flats, only a ten-minute walk from the bus stop where I dropped off at on Winchester Street.

Arthur Itis had been so kind to me today.

View approaching the flats

The view here from where I turned the corner onto Chestnut Walk. the flats.

The first block of flats is Winchester Court, and it’s sister block, further along, being my residence Woodthorpe Court.

I think it had been raining here during my absence because the gigantic puddle in the road near the flats seemed to have grown bigger?

Got in the flat and realised I’d spent nothing during my trip out at all! Good that!

WC’d and changed into my jammies, getting very tired again now.

Felt peckish. Beef pie in the oven then added some Chilli-con-Carne to it.

Devoured it with relish. Took my evening medications and settled to watch some episodes of ‘Hussle’ on the DVD thingy in the TV.

The picture and sound kept sticking. But it didn’t bother me too much as I fell asleep anyway. Tsk!

Inchcock Today Sat 26 Dec 15: Bathroom Whoopsiedangleplop and got dirty in the mud?

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Saturday 26th December 2015

Up at 0330 hrs, my first sensation was the lack of bother from Little Inchy! Maybe the treatment is working at last? Yahoo!

Noticed I’d left me nosh tray at the side of the chair with me dirty nosh plate and cutlery – but it seems I had eaten up all of the nosh.

Got up to go to the bathroom porcelain and saw I’d spilt/dropped some stuff on the floor – continued to the thrown and things went well there for a change, even the haemorrhoids were not leaking! Then returned to find that some tablets from the evening medication pot were lying on the carpet? Oh dear?

Made a cuppa and cleared the mess up, and then started the laptop and finished the last diary off and started this one. Opening my Google Calendar I realised it was Angie Winks Birthday today, so set about creating the graphic at the top of this diary, and posted it to Angie’s Facebook site. I hope she has a super time today and manages to take it easy as well. Love, kisses and cuddles Angie. XXX

I must thank Patti Beckert for her support and sense of humour over the year too! And wish Teresa all the best. All brave gals who take the bother to look after me over the ether. And the TFZers on Facebook, who I’d be lost without. Love to them all. X

Back to the diary.

Facebooked.

No buses today or tomorrow, so if the rain stops, I’ll have a walk into the Woodthorpe Grange Park later.

Of cleared up from last night and found me Warfarin tablets left in the evening medication pot Huh!.

I spent hours doing what I thought would be a good graphic for the TFZers. Then to my chagrin, Coreldraw froze and I lost it all! Tsk, Huh, Dammit and a double Humph! Lost all heart in it now. Klaberwockers!

I had a good bath and soaked. When I tended to ‘Little Inchy’ he bled, but I don’t think as much as he has been doing lately, so good news there. When I Phorpain gelled my knees, Arthur Itis indicated to me that this was not going to do any good today as I struggled to get painfully out of the tub. Tsk!

I put some Brut all over me in case any elderly ladies wished to ravage me while I was on me walk around the park later.

Then set about cutting my toenails. One of the most difficult of all the ageing tasks for me this one is. This time, I lost my balance but stopped myself falling over with the shrewd move of using me chin on the sink. I cut my lip on the inside, swore a bit and dabbed some Antiseptic disinfectant on it… and swore some more! Hehe!

I put me bath towel in the airing cupboard, old clothes in the laundry bag and got the laptop out of sleep mode and updated this diary.

The rain had stopped so I got myself ready to go on me walk around Woodthorpe Grange Park, taking my camera with me in case owt interesting comes into view. Only mud came into view, Tsk!

TTFN, back in a bit.

 Back sooner than expected! I was going to go up to the Park via the back of the flats – but it was also muddy I decided to go up the front via the footpath

The wind was howling and I struggled up the path to the top to find it was even muddier up there, mixed in with all the fallen decaying leaves.

I thought about it and decided just to take a photograph of some of the brave folks and their dogs that had ventured out and then get back to the flat and get me dinner on..

Walking down the hill, I nearly got myself blown over a couple of times.

I felt for the folk up North who were having it so much worse that us in Nottingham.

Got in the flat and no call for the use of the porcelain either. I’m doing well today!

Got me nosh prepared and cooking and updated this while it cooked.

Instant mash with onions and added cheese granules, beetroot, garden peas, potato cakes and a beef slice.

Delectable. Rated it 9.4/10, and please note there was no cream cakes, biscuits or lemon curd swiss rolls! However, I did weaken and have some Raspberry & Vanilla mini rolls later.

Then I noticed that I had gotten mud all over me trousers legs on me little romp in the woods. I tried to clean it off, but it has not dried sufficiently and I made a bit of a mess – Huh… more washing for the next laundry session.

Watched an old film on the box ‘The Last Stand’ with Arnie, in twenty episodes, this time, I fell asleep for a longer period in the middle and woke up for the ending.

No dizzies all day, and apart from Arthur Itis and Little Inchy bleeding again later, had no complaints from Anne Gina, the ulcer, cramps, hernia or the split lip. Did I mention the split lip? Hence the instant potatoes on me nosh.

Zzzz.

Inchcock Today Thu 24 Dec 15: Visit to Sister Jane granted

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Thursday 24th December 2015

A Wet start to the day

Up at 0525 hrs, Little Inchy a bit uncomfortable, other ailments apart from Arthur Itis much improved, but the rumbling tummy still churning away. 

Had a cuppa and took me medications then got the laptop on. I had received an email from Sister Jane granting me permission to visit them later today. At last, I can see Fooey the cat who is not doing very well and according to the Veterinary, they expect the worst any time now for him. I’m sad about this, but would like to see him and fuss him some before the end.

Jane and Pete are so busy it’s been a while getting to see them. They are either out at a Concert or cinema, at the Football match, at a party or visiting friends. But it doesn’t bother me at all. I’m glad they are fit wealthy and happy and don’t want to come and see me at the flat! Hehehe!

I’m using the new Grammarly add-on that checks the spelling. For a small fee, I’ve added synonyms and grammar checks to it. The problem is I’ve had no education to speak of and didn’t understand some of the explanations they use, Accusative, Ellipsis and Pronouns that I had not been taught about before. I looked up one on the web and didn’t understand the description! Someone said ‘Ignorance is bliss’ but I don’t think it is.

I deleted hundreds of photographs to free up space on the hard-drive. I just hope they still appear on WordPress and Facebook now? Incidentally, Grammarly checks on Facebook and WordPress as well, I like it, even if I don’t understand it all, just goes to show your never to old to learn.

Then I finished Wednesday’s diary and started this one off.

Did some Facebooking then got I the bath water flowing.

Looks like a clinic in there with all the medical paraphernalia now. Hehe!

Struggled out of the bath, medicated certain areas of my blobby physique then got all the things needed for me the visit to Jane Pete and Fooey in the bag or pockets.

Then went out to catch the L9 bus into town. Five minutes after the departure time of the L9 bus, I got the L8 to go down into Sherwood and catch a bus from there into town. We passed the L9 coming to the flats late as we travelled down Winchester Hill.

Caught a bus into town.

Plenty of traffic was heavy going into the City Centre today, as one would expect of course.

The rain continued, but now I was lower down the landscape the wind lessened a tad.

Caught the number 7 West Bridgford bus from town. Well packed it was too.

I walked along in the now lighter rain to Jane’s mansion.

The rain turned to big hail stones.

By the time I’d got me camera out, it had turned back into heavy rain – but the photo of Jane here shows the remnants of the hailstones that had not melted on her mat outside her patio doors.

Got Jane to pose quickly for me. Hehe!

Battered Brave Fooey

Poor old Fooey looked battered, but this didn’t change his nature and he enjoyed a cuddle or two.

He’s on painkillers and antibiotics from the vet.

The wound some animal had inflicted on him around his jaw looked nasty. However, he did manage to gobble some nibbles that I took for him, and the other cats joined in.

Here, a battered but brave Fooey gets his deserved cuddles from Sister Jane and me.

Pete then reminded me of the bus times and I gave them their nibble-bag, said my farewells and departed to catch the bus back to town.

Some of the hailstones had survived on the roads as we moved into Nottingham and I dropped off on Friar Lane in the City Centre.

Lots of last minute shoplifters, pavement cyclists and fun seeking pickpockets at the Fayre in the Slab Square.

I had a walk around as I had half an hour or more before the last L9 was due to leave.

Called in Tesco and got some bread. Please note that since the clinic asked me to photograph certain parts of my anatomy twice a day so they could assess things using them (Embarrassment at its worst here) – many bulges and wobbles came to my attention; Thus, I managed bravely to stop any fresh cream cakes falling into my shopping basket. Will-power at its best I thought?

The flats looked deserted as I got off the bus all alone. Didn’t see any tenants on my way in, up the lift or in the foyer.

Got in the apartment and to the bathroom. The stomach was rumbling far less today thankfully. Cleaned up little Inchy and applied his cream, took a photo for the clinic, and then changed into a pair of the disposable thingies. Itches anticipated.

Took me medications and got me nosh cooking away.

Looked at the TV paper and found plenty of good old stuff to watch with my rather larger than originally planned dinner.

I did enjoy it, though. Chestnuts, ham, three Frikadellen, oven fries, beetroot, followed by a strawberry dessert thingy – the last one for me now I’m on my self-imposed diet. He says full of confidence in his ability to maintain this

When I got the TV on a different programme was on than the TV paper had printed? I checked on the TV listing on the set, and yet another programme was indicated as being on at the same time?

Not that it mattered much, cause I fell asleep regardless.

Inchcock Today Wed 23 Dec 15: House… well Flat Bound again – Oh dear!

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Wednesday 23nd December 2015

Up at 0525 hrs, What a state I woke up in too! Unbelievable! (As Victor Meldrew would say!)

This morning My Medical Synopsis (Fancy word for me eh?)

There were not many of my ailments that were not giving me some bother this morning.

The legs had swollen like never before; the stomach had bloated even more. Might not be abe to get me trousers on later?

The skin cancer wound on me back was itching like crazy. The duodenal ulcer was giving me a bit of jip. Arthur Itis was not liking it at all when I moved me knees or wrists. Anne Gina was causing breathing difficulties. The haemorrhoids were bleeding away merrily. The boils on my bum had increased to three now. Little Inchy had become a painfully matted chunk of dried blood that needed attention.

I’ll have to put the new disposable underpants thing on today, as I am not going out anywhere due to two reasons like: Had a super dizzy spell when I first got up, and the gurgling runs had returned, I took a capsule in the hope it might help.

On my second trip to the porcelain, Little Inchy had been flowing again. A brighter red this time?.

Good job I’d got some swabs and cotton wool in stock.

If it hasn’t eased when I get me bath later, I suppose I’d better ring 111 for advice?

Now Anne Gina is getting worse as I write, well type.

So, as I said, no going out for me today. I’m too nervous of the dizzies and getting caught wearing those flaming lady-like disposable undies! Hehehe!

Made a cuppa, didn’t eat owt cause of the state of me stomach.

Not feeling too bad under the circumstances. Might get some sorting done today and graphicalisationing perhaps?.

Got the laptop on and finished Tuesdays diary. Shame I forgot to take me camera out with me, though.

Hello, a touch of the shivers then. I’ve just checked the thermometer in the kitchen, down to 55° now. Looks a bit windy out, but it’s in the right direction for me, not blowing at the front and coming in the holes in the kitchen wall at least.

Going to get in my bath now and see if I can do owt with Little Inchy and the haemorrhoids.

Back in a bit folks.

Lovely good soak that was, sorting Litte Inchy was less hassle than I thought it might be. Crossed fingers now.

Updated this diary then got me rubbish bags to the chute and called at the Community Hut to see if Deana was there.

She wasn’t, but Obergruppenfurheress Julie was. Gave her some nibbles and the letters for Margaret.

Met the lady from 84 on the way back and gave her a box of Terry’s Chocolates for Christmas and got a peck on me cheek (Nice!).

A hand-out letter had been delivered while I was out. It was from the Nottingham City Homes. They hope to do the improvements/modernisations to Winchester and Woodthorpe Court in 2016 – 17.

Had a cuppa and took me medications.

A sudden and abrupt attack of fatigue came over me after eating me nosh. I felt incapable of physically doing much at all?

All I could do was to sit down; I did watch some TV, but it was piecemeal viewing in between nodding off and visits to the porcelain to ease me rumbling innards.

The rest of the day was a lot better for the Angina and ulcer. Even the hernia eased a bit later. However, arthritis and stomach played up all the way through. Tsk!

I found a sort of inner peace, a feeling of my being composed and an acceptance of the situation? Not unhappy at all?.

I think that I turned off the TV about 2200hrs and felt like I’d been asleep for a few minutes, and it was 0530hrs as I sprang awake and made my way to the porcelain again.

Inchcock Today Mon 21 Dec 15: A Tiring Painful Hospitalisation day – Hey-ho!

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Monday 21st December 2015

Up at 0515 hrs, laid a while pondering on what me schedule was for the day: Make sure all the things for the possible stay in the City hospital were in my bag to take with me. (Although I’m sure they will not be keeping me in this time now the bleeding from Little Inchy has abated so much – typical, after eight weeks it stops just before I manage to get an appointment  – huh!).

Then I’ll get the diaries done as far as I can. Must call BJ and keep him informed later.

To the Queens Medical Centre Haematology for me warfarin Blood INR test – then hopefully, catch the inter-hospital bus to the City Hospital. Timing this to arrive near the right time might be dodgy.

Then into the GUM clinic and go through the embarrassment of having Little Inchy examined again – then see what decision they take about me. They just might decide to do surgery, and I’ll be kept in overnight for it in the morning, but I don’t think this will happen now it’s bleeding so much less. I anticipate being given some more creams again and given a new follow-up appointment. If this is the case, getting home will take some effort unless the 40 bus us still running that late at night, it means having to catch two buses and a good walk when I get to Sherwood up to the flats. I know from experience how uncomfortable things will feel after having him prodded, poked, twisted and being laughed at. Hehe!

I stirred myself and got to the bathroom to check on Little Inchy – who for the first time in months didn’t feel tender when I woke.

This blood did not come from Little Inchy this morning, there were only a few specks from him – this was from another area of my anatomy! Tsk!

Nice looking view from outside the kitchen window – then the rain started again. Tsk!

Took my medications with a cuppa and set out to do a graphic in Coreldraw – oh dear, what a picklement I gotten into!

Everything froze when I tried to download a fill-pattern from the Corel Store. Had to force close windows and restart. It got to the green screen loading and stayed there for two hours. I was fretting now, force closed again and left it a while then restarted again. Much flashing and shuddering but eventually I got into windows and nervously tried out Coreldraw – everything was so much slower, but it worked in the end. Tsk!

Facebook, WordPress and Coreldraw a while.

Had a bath and got my things for the medicationalistical activities to follow later.

Took bags to the rubbish chute and called at the Community Shed but no one there left some mail I’d had for Margaret the previous tenant, the a chin-wag with some others waiting and caught the bus to town.

 

The wet pavements and road tempted me to take these shots of the Nottingham folk as they unsmilingly mope about in search of bargains and pressies.

Still a little early for me go to the QMC for me INT blood level tests, so I had a wander about for a bit searching for something of interest to photograph and taking in the lack of smiles from the crowds.

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As they rushed around looking morbid and depressed.

Caught a bus out to the Queens Medical Centre. The atmosphere in the bus was one of darkness and despair I’m afraid to say.

Into the haematology department and took me ticket filled in my form and waited for my number to be called out, which it was in a couple of minutes!

The staff in the treatment room all seemed pretty melancholy this morning – I supposed because they had to work when they didn’t want to in the holidays? The nurse who did me was almost obnoxious in her attitude and curt replies to me efforts to cheer her up. Oh dear, poor thing!

Got done and left and caught a bus into town, arrived with plenty of time to spare.

Dropped off early and had a potter around again waiting for the time to catch the 40 bus to the City Hospital and the GUM clinic there.

I managed a semi-moody shot, helped by the laying rainwater and dark lighting on Talbot Street in the City Centre.

Then I walked around trying to capture the nature of people’s moods as they rushed and hurried round the shops in search of a bargain to buy or shoplift.

 

Getting busier now in town.

Caught the bus out to the City Hospital, and was glad to find it dropped me very close to the clinic I was after.

The visit was one of frustration, pain and left me with a most nervous disposition and feeling grumpy, very grumpy with things. Normally I would just write what happens, usually with, I’m told, far too much detail.

Afterwards, they gave me some Betamethasone 0.2% w/w cream. The same cream they tried to cure the problem with back in Aug 2014?

So the procedure that I went through will not be mentioned in any detail this time – suffice to say, three hours later I left in the dank darkness and had to walk all the way back to the flat – in pain and feeling sorry for missen!

They made an appointment for me to return on 18 January 2016 and gave me a number to ring in the event of the blood flowing too freely in the time in between.

Having missed the bus, I started to walk home in the dank dark night.

Weary I began the long walk home in the dark – Dang dang dang dang!

Feeling somewhat sore in certain areas, the walk was not a pleasant one in the least.

It took about an hour and a quarter or so I think, maybe a tad more.

Going through the park in the dark with no lights at all was an eerie feeling.

BJ rang en-route and told me he would call to collect me twixt 0800>0830 hrs in the morning to take me to the launderette bless him.Once in the flat, for the first time in months, there was no demand for the use of the porcelain?

Once in the flat, for the first time in months, there was no demand for the use of the porcelain?

Once in the apartment, for the first time in months, there was no requirement for the utilisation of the porcelain?

Put my things away and stored the cream in the bathroom. Got the kettle on for a very welcome cuppa and somehow I think I forgot about me evening medications. Tsk!

When I did need the porcelain, the haemorrhoids were bleeding a lot, and the system did not clear the pan, despite several attempts. More hassle!.

Fell asleep in the chair, but with mind racing?

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