Feeling a bit pessimistic about life
Olive to the rescue!
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Inchcock Today Friday 30th September 2016
Friday 30th September 2016
After a night of ups and downs for WRWWs and dreams not recallable, I fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and once more to the porcelain. Little Inchy was a bit red and sore, and the lesion area looked like it is about to crack again. Oh heck!
Back into the front room where I spotted the written reminder about the Iceland delivery coming today twixt 1200 > 1400hrs under Koala Katie.
I greeted her with “Good morning and thanks, petal” and brushed her nose…
Insanity comes so easily as you age!
Remembered also the District Nurses will be calling sometime today to give me the Enoxaparin injections.
I can recall the last ones I had.
All those horrible looking blood blotches on my rather flabby well-endowed stomach. Hehe! But there was no pain with em.Must memorise I’ve to go Monday for the INR tests, and Tuesday for the Flu Jab. BJ said he’d take me to the laundry Tuesday, so hopefully, I can get the washing in the machine and nip over and up the road to have the jab done.
Must memorise I’ve to go Monday for the INR Warfaring Blood tests, and Tuesday for the Flu Jab. BJ said he’d take me to the laundry Tuesday, so hopefully, I can get the washing in the machine and nip over and up the road to the surgery and have the jab job done. Flu jab, the job was done. Try saying that when you’ve had a few jars, Hehehe!
Washed the pots I’d left in the sink last night. Another WRWW and got the laptop on.
Checked the weather for Nottingham, not that I was going anywhere with Iceland and the nurses due to call. Today and tomorrow forecasted rain and plenty of it, and the temperature was to fall, today 48°f -9°c and down to 6°c tonight? Did I read that right? Brrr!
I had hoped to get to see Sister Jane and Brother-in-Law Pete today. Thought I might get to call in the arboretum to see the Mallards too.
Thought I might get to call in the arboretum to see the Mallards on the way there or back, too. But there you go the best-laid plans…
Did the WordPressing, then spent a few hours graphicalisationing again.
I did one for Jane and Pete.
Took a while to get it right, but I enjoyed it… well you do, when it comes out okay don’t you?
Another WRWW, getting worrying this is now.
I emailed a copy to them. Hope that they like it.
Checked the emails and Google Diary, both the nurses and the Iceland delivery had been done… although I can’t remember doing the nurses one? Huh!
Must get to visit Olive as soon as the two visitors have been today. I need another telling off! She is excellent at it. Hahaha!
Set about starting a graphic of the TFZer lasses and lads.
Hours later now, just got it finished.
Into the wetroom and ablutionisationing completed, carbolic soap and citrus body spray today.
Off to visit Olive. She was in better form today, but only told me off once. Chinwag and a cuddle and kiss, and I had to get back to the flat in case the nurses or the Iceland man visited.
Mashed up the boiled potatoes and added cheese and mashed and smashed em up together with white vinegar, butter and a little origami. No, oregano, Tsk!
The Iceland man cometh. put the fodder away, but had to dish some frozen stuff from the fridge to make room for the frozen stuff that came. What a clot!
Seconds later nurses arrived, in a bit of a rush they were, soon got the Enoxaparin injected, said they would email me with the results of the test they took and told me they would return Monday morning, I explained that I had an appointment to have an INR blood test Monday at the surgery. They seemed concerned about this and one of them made a phone call. The nurse finished her call and told me my appointment was for 0900hrs, the surgery will inform them of the results and they would email me about whether they will or will not be returning. A pair of affable, pleasant ladies. I thanked them and off they shot to tend to their next victim… I mean patient. Hehe!
Got the meal prepared. The meal consisted of the Tasty cheesy mash with a beef slice, tinned garden peas, tomatoes, chestnuts, tomatoes and a Cox’s apple, skinned and cubed
Did some work on an idea I’ve got for a humorous poem. (Not very good, it needs more work or scrapping altogether methinks) Tsk!
Got the meal ready, I liked this one a lot. I tried doing different mashed cheesy potatoes today, used small boiled ones, mashed them all up in their husks, then baked them.
TV on to watch a Law & Order DVD, but gave up the battle after several nodding-off sessions and having to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner for WRWW’s.
Put the pots to soak in the bowl in the sink. Head down and the dreams seemed to start immediately. Wish I could recall more of them, but when I got up for one of the many more WRWW sessions I endured: bits about Sister Jane unhappy in Italy and romantic activities with Grizelda from the distant past came to mind?
A lousy night really, tired as I was when I spurted into life for yet another WRWW around 0200hrs (Must mention this to the nurse on Monday), I could not get back to sleep. Humph!
Inchcock Today Thursday 29th September 2016: Tenants Social Hour day
Thursday 29th September 2016
0255hrs: Aching all over, sneezing and coughing I awoke pondering on the dreams I’d had. I was in a queue of people at St Peters Gate… a group of bearded men walking down the line and they all stopped at me, and drew a cross in marker pen on my chest? That is the only bit I can recall in any detail, although later I think I was in a boat that was sinking?
I could feel the benefit of my trying last night to increase the heat from the storage heaters, but think I might have overdone it a bit. The place felt warm and snug I thought.
Thinking it was later than it was, I extracted myself from the working perfectly again £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled into the kitchen, took the medications and made a brew.
Got the vegetables prepared and into the slow cooker Crock-Pot, the potatoes in a saucepan on a low heat.
Good news from the WRHD session, no struggle, only the tiniest bit of blood from Haem Aroid, and Little Inchy no bleeding at all. Anne Gyna, Duo Denal and Roger Rea Flux all being kind to me. The odd sneeze now and them, but Nae bother.
Got the Social Hour things in the bag ready for later. Laptop on and started this off and finished yesterday’s post.
Did much graphicalisationing and Facebooking for a few hours.
Checked emails: Then did an order for Iceland.
Got the ablutions done, and smelling sweet again, I went off to visit Olive. She might not be in, though, today is her Scrabble session, I think.
Olive was in, she told me off, for forgetting her Scrabble day is on a Tuesday. She was not available for a cuddle or gossip, though, as she was just going into the shower to do her ablutions. I apologised and left.
Off to the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Hut.
It was bit windy this morning, but the sky looked fabulous to me?
I had a walk around both blocks of apartments and back to the front of them.
On the greenery between the chestnut 
trees, as I turned around to go to the Community Shed, I noticed how my shadow looked rather amusing, with me legs apparently elongated somewhat.
Hehe!
So I took a photograph of it to give you a laugh like.
Wandered over to and into the hut, where I received my second telling-off of the day from the two tenants who run the session.
I had arrived too early.
Then, as I leant the bag on the edge of a table to get the raffle prizes out to put on the end one, she told me not to put my bag on the table, and gave me a highly disapproving stare!
Oh dear, what a start to the day.
Not so many folks there this week. Bill and BJ turned up, though. Most people seemed to have a real happy time. Funny, this week, there was were only three of us on out table instead of the usual six
Funny, this week, there was only three of us on our table instead of the usual six.
But that didn’t stop the raffle prizes being won on it, I won one, Bill won four, BJ won three and good old Eddy won Six!
The others there didn’t half give us some stick for that! Hehehe!
The reflux valve started to play up, and I thought I’d leave, only a few minutes later than usual, to get some medicine down me.
Called at Olive’s on the way, no answer.
To the porcelain for a WRWW first, then had a swig of the Aludrox, stirred the Crock-pot vegetables, turned off the now boiled potatoes 
and got the laptop on to do a post about Mike Steeden’s poetry book.
Did a humorous graphic to go with it.
Took a few hours, but I was mildly pleased with the resultant effort.
Feeling a bit tired now, but why?
Had a go on Facebook and checked the emails.
Got the Cumberland pie in the oven. About 40 minutes to go and I should be serving up the pie with the Crock-Pot vegetables and new potatoes… better get to the porcelain. Hehe!
By gum that were good!
New Potatoes, Cumberland Pie with cheese, onions, swede, carrots, leeks, garden peas, mash, minced beef, delicious gravy.
Two slices wholemeal bread thins, followed by lemon drizzle and a Cox’s apple.
Mmm! 9/10
Felt done-in now! Sudden weariness.
Settled to watch some TV and managed to, as well for a few hours. Then the calls for a WRWW came thick and fast. Up out of the £300 second-hand recliner, to the porcelain, back to the recliner, kip for a while, up out of the…
Tsk!
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Inchcock Today Sun 7 Aug 16: Got out to the shops, Visited Olive and had a super meal
Sunday 7th August 2016
I stirred to life, after a couple of hours of actual sleep, the desperate pleas from my innards forced me to clamber out of the shuddering and wobbly this morning £300 second-hand recliner chair in a mission to have a WRHD (Wet Room Heavy Duty) session.
First thoughts were Olive, the tender bruised middle toe and after failing to have the WRHD and making do with a WRWW, was how thin my legs had gone overnight? Surely thought I, time to utilise the scales and weigh myself. So I did – Oh dear…
By the time I had, it was back into the Wetroom, and the WRHD was achieved without any hiatus.
To the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications.
The scene outside surprised me for this time on a Sunday morning.
Traffic seemed thick, blue lights flashing and activities on the side streets appeared to be heavy as well?
I sat at the laptop and while it was booting up, a thought came into my mind Oh, yes it can happen occasionally): “The transitoriness of life, is often recognised too late in one’s life”. Just thought I’d mention it like.
The fretting began again, Olive, British Gas, Terrorists, Crooked Governments, my ailments, etc.
But then the goodness of life emerged. The support I get from my internet friends, the kindness of the cleaning ladies, Olive’s advice and luscious lips and I have no right t be here really with all the problems…
The mind had a mad half-hour stirring and getting itself confused, during which I did nothing physically, just sat and stewed in the depths of my warped mind without anything positive presenting itself as a solution to the unknown problems I was having.
Blimey did I just think and write that? I might put that on Facebook and see if any kind psychologist might offer me some advice on what I might have meant! Should I? Hehehe!
Eventually, I forced myself into a productive mood-mode and got the Saturday diary finished and posted off to WordPress.
Did some needed graphics on CorelDraw X8 and CorelPaint X8.
Checked the emails. Then, onto Facebooking… for hours and hours again! Tsk!
Went to see Olive, she was a little better. Good chinwag and a cuddle followed.
Back to the flat and got ready for a gentle stroll (Hobble really) up through the park and down to the shops and back up Winchester Hill was the plan.
Going out, I met a chap, and we had a little talk, he offered to give me a lift to the shops. I gave my appreciation and told him it is best if I force myself to walk as I had not been getting much limping done recently.
Off up the hill footpath and left down the walkway to Mansfield road.
Naughty, Nottingham Cyclist going between folk on his way to somewhere with his Lidl carrier bag?
Out and up and down the hill in Sherwood and called in Wilko and got some black and white waste bags, an extra large kitchen towel, razors and shaving foam and Vitamin D tablets.
Then to the Co-op and got some leeks, garden peas, a TV paper and a meat & potato pie.
Plenty of vehicles parked up, but few people loitering around.
I started to walk up Winchester Hill and had a bit of luck.
At the bus stop I spotted two people waiting, and luckily the bus was due in a minute!
Got off two stops later and had a good chinwag with a lady as we walked up to the flats.
William, from the Tenants Social hour meeting, joined us half way there. Said my farewells as they were both living in the first block of flats, Winchester Court.
Feet and knees were aching, but the toe a lot less bothersome, I arrived at the apartment.
Got some leeks, mushrooms, parsnip and red peppers cut up and in the oven along with the meat and potato pie, and got this updated. A quick look at the TV paper and the viewing was all sorted quickly. Columbo (Channel 21) first, then Benefits (Channel 30) then the Booze Cruise 3 (Channel 10).
Got the meal ready.
Ate it all up and fell asleep, dreaming of nightmare scenarios of being chased by people again, then waking up when all the TV programmes had finished, Tsk!
WRWW and WWHD, in a fretting mood, I took the evening medications far too late, I should have left them out really.
A nasty dizzy spell arrived, that lasted a long time. Then got back in the £300 second-hand recliner chair, well, climbed into it really, as it refused to move for me and whirred at me. Hehe!
Not getting back to sleep, I retuned the TV channels again, why I can’t remember.
A few words about British Gas and why they are incompetent but most accomplished liars!
British Gas, several weeks ago sent me a charge in my name and address for electricity on a numbered meter that does not exist. Not here anyway!
This worried me.
Warden Deana rang them for me, and an hour and a half later – they informed her the account would be closed.
This still worried me.
A few weeks later, they sent the same bill again.
Warden Julie rang them but didn’t get anywhere with them despite her most valiant efforts.
Due to my high-EQ, this continued to worry me.
The following (Last) Monday, Deana rang them and was again told the account would be closed.
I didn’t believe them!
Today (Saturday), I get the same bill in Red this time through the door once more!
I’m so anxious about this, and angry at British Gas, and intend as soon as I can, to change Electricity supplier to a competent one, if one exists?
I’ll take the bill to Warden Deana again… and asked her to sort it again for me this coming Monday.
With my health, I can do without this stress!
Gits!
DAMNED BRITISH GAS!
Mikhail Steedenski asks: Did Ronald Briggs copy Inchcocks 1952 Escape Plan?
Author, poet, alcoholic and bamboozle-brained Mikhail Steedenski, currently abiding in between Alsace, Bordeaux, Burgundy, Beaujolais, Champagne, Cotes du Rhone and the Loire Valley in his never ending search for sex, profit, the return of Communism and the perfect Claret, who was himself planning his own escape from a €2342 a week Paris Alcohol Rehab Clinic, pointed out the similarities between Ronald Biggs escape in 1965, compared to Inchcock’s failed escape from his parents dilapidated home in 1952.
Inchcock: His weirdest dream yet – Answers to questions not asked?
Definitely Inchock’s Weirdest Dream yet!
The backdrop: I was being sat down at a desk in a chair in a room with no doors other than a lift door, sat across from someone I knew, who gave me an answer to a question, but did not mention what the actual query was?
Then I got into the lift, up to the next floor and into a similar room, with another person I knew or had known. This process seemed to be repeated with different answers to other queries I’m thought about over the years.
It felt like this went on all through my sleeping hours and I slept and dreamt for over six hours. A rarity for me to kip that long, and no waking up for trips to the porcelain either.
I got the feeling that I was going through some preparatory process on my way to hell, but oddly, this didn’t seem to bother me in the slightest?
Here are the answers, given to me that I can recall: Not in any particular order, just as I recalled them I wrote them down.
Answer:
“No, they are not all born equal, but of course, you knew this!”
Answer:
“Yes, it was your fault, you are too gullible that’s why!”
Answer:
“I think you always knew you would see the end of the world, what you would call ‘The Great Equaliser.”
Answer:
“You understood why she had to, and wish you had had the guts to explained why to her. You will pay for this when your croak out and have to account for your actions.”
Answer:
“No, never, Hehehe!”
Answer:
“Oh no, nearly being a virgin is not sufficient!”
Answer:
“Deaths and the responses of earthly beings have no bearing on the future death of the universes.”
Answer:
“Marmite is better than Vegemite, but don’t tell any Australians you might find quartered with when you get to heaven!”
Answer:
“You could have looked this up on the internet instead of wasting you preparatory assessors time, we are busy you know!”
Answer:
“Of course, it is not fair that you should have been dealt such a small attachment, but it is proof that the Lord has a sense of humour!”
Answer:
“No, never. Shame really.”
Answer:
“Would you?”
I think there were hundreds of more answers that were given to me.
In between the ‘Answer Rooms’, I had little chance to ponder on what the question before was to the answer given me. Bodies appeared from nowhere and they bundled me into the lift, up to the next ‘Answer Room’.
I noted that my walking stick was changing colour in each room, multicoloured for some of them, and wanted to ask someone why. Each time I tried to ask the bodies, the dream seemed to start over again?
After waking in the morning, as the day went on, I kept remembering the odd other answer given in the dream.
Really, the oddest dream yet?
Nottingham City Homes: Part Five: Repairs Guide for New Senior Citizens in Indepedendant Living flats
This article was written with the specific intention of assisting any Senior Citizen/s who may move into a Nottingham City Homes Independent Living Flat accommodation at the Woodthorpe Court flat complex.
THE UNITED CARPETS FARCE
Arranging and having the flat carpeted
Unfortunately, I chose United Carpets, (As opposed to an honest service providing Company) on the advice of my Age UK Councillor. He has since abandoned me, but thankfully Duncan and BJ did not.
Here’s what I went through, this I hope will prevent you making the same costly frustrating and anger making mistakes!
I was given so much help from Duncan, who came from Birmingham to help me with the sorting out and getting prepared for the carpeting. He even brought me a swivel chair and collapsible table and chair!
Thanks, Dunc mate.
So, I made a marathon walk (hobble) into Daybrook to visit the store. They didn’t have any plain brown carpeting in stock. The excellently skilled con-man sold me some cheap carpet and told me how much it would cost.I asked when it would be available for fitting. A sign outside said ‘Free Fitting on All Carpets,’ so that cheered me up somewhat. He had to order it, they do not keep any in stock and would let me know.
I asked when it would be available for fitting. A sign outside said ‘Free Fitting on All Carpets,’ so that cheered me up somewhat. He had to order it, they do not keep any in stock and would let me know.
He said it had to be ordered, they do not keep any in stock and would let me know.
Dun called that weekend and helped me sort out the flat in readiness, bless him.
Three weeks later, still nothing from the imitation carpet shop people was heard.
Contacted them and was informed I had to pay first before they order it?
I’d waited so long, I foolishly went down and paid the now threatening looking fellow. He said it would be a week or two before it arrives, and he would let me know.
Four weeks later I called at the shop once again. He said it would come the next Monday – and reminded me to that there would be £100 cash to pay the carpet fitters?
A phone call came in on Friday: They will be arriving Tuesday now, at 0730hrs.
I’d got my INR blood test at the surgery Tuesday, but it wasn’t until 1300hrs, and they told me it would not take long to lay the carpet.
The carpet men arrived at 0930hrs, three of them. But there were two of them with another calling in to see them now and then.
They looked a bit on the hard side, scars, tattoos and alcohol-smelling breath like.
Communicating with them was difficult because I didn’t fully understand what their different grunts and accents were trying to say.
As they started to lay the underfelt, I popped out to see the lady next door, very nice, lovely, refined and polite she was – and I explained to her about the noise that might emanate from the flat while the chappy-blokes are laying the carpet today.
I returned six minutes later to the apartment: UNBELIEVABLE! They were off to do another job now they have got the underlay (with United Carpets Air-step printed on it) and the door strips down! Then they told me the carpet has not been delivered to them yet from United Carpets!!!
Cowboys or what? – Yes, Cowboys!
They rang back again 1238hrs – the Carpet from ‘United Cowboys’ has just arrived. On their way back to the flat, ETA 15 minutes.
It so Farcical innit?
Really peed off now, this means they are going to rush the job and it’ll be below standard I’m sure. Are they going to get it done in time for the blood test?
Yes, they did – like lighting they were!
It only took em 25 minutes to lay the lot! Worrying that?
I cannot believe how fast they got the hall, bedroom and living room carpet laid!
They demanded their money and were off in a flash – too quick for my liking as I hadn’t the time to check on what they had done.
The bits of carpet left over were rolled up together, and shreds of nylon from the carpet were all over the place, but I think that is to be expected?
The broken wall connections to the internet box I hadn’t expected. Had to push it back in for now.
Months later I gave up complaining, they just denied doing it.
Of course, the Untied Carpet people were not interested at all.
I mentioned this to the Nottingham City Homes people, and they wanted to know why I’d drilled into the walls having the box fitted in the first place, without getting permission from them?
Coming Soon:
Nottingham City Homes: Part Six:
Repairs Guide for New Senior Citizens in Indepedendant Living flats
The Door Lock Problems
A Graphicationalisation wot I dun today – Fort it mite get sum captiuns sent in like
The winner of this Caption Competition will not win £50,000 and a fully paid holiday in Lithuania with 25000 Croatian Kunas as spending money.