Inchcock’s Mansfield Road, Sherwood, Pictorial History

I do hope you enjoy this bit of Nottingham history.

Please let me start with a sad point, the end of the much-loved Metropole Cinema, (Remember the open log fire?), and the business ventures that followed and failed.

Regrettably, I could not find a decent photo of the Metropole in its glory days.

Located in the Sherwood district of Nottingham at the top of the hill on Mansfield Road at the corner of Elmswood Gardens. The Metropole Cinema was an outstanding suburban cinema. It opened on 3rd August 1937 with Fred McMurray in “Champagne Waltz” and Marsha Hunt in “Accused Finger”.

A striking feature of the exterior was a slender fin tower on the left of the building which had the name ‘Metropole’ across the top. This could be seen for miles around. Inside the auditorium, seating was provided in stalls and circle areas. The proscenium was 60 feet wide, and the stage 18 feet deep. For a while, they had an open fire in the reception hall, and this was much appreciated by many in winter.

Initially, it was independently operated by W. Wooley & T. Wright, who ran the Goldsmith Street Cinema. The Metropole Cinema was taken over by the Associated British Cinemas(ABC) chain in 1943. Closed by ABC on 27th October 1973 with Malcolm McDowell in “O Lucky Man”. It was leased to the Star Cinemas chain who converted it into a Star Bingo Club. Closed as an EMI Bingo Club in 1979. Then the interior was stripped out, and it was converted into a supermarket. Last used as a Kwik Save Supermarket, it was closed around 2004, and the building was demolished in 2006. A Somerfield supermarket was built on the site. Later a failed Co-operative Food Store. Now, it is a 24-hour gym.

I use it myself three or four times a week, you know. Only for three hours a visit. Hahaha!

The earliest photo to be found was of a Horse Tram, on an outbound journey, about to pass Devon Drive, and the then called, the Methodist Chapel.

c1920, oh, how life must have been then. The electric trams were kings of transport. Just look at the motorbike! Kids strolling across the road.

Ah, now we are talking. Note how the rain always look more foreboding in a black and white photograph? The housewives make time for a natter, and no doubt to bemoan the rationing still on so many foods? The Marsdens food stores were the tops then. I worked for them when I left school at 14. The best job I’ve ever had! Happy times.

Opposite where the library is now, I think anyway.

The Robin Hood Hotel. I frequented this pub years later, for the company, certainly not for the taste of their Home Brewery beer. Eugh! Haha!

Ah, the Vauxhalls, Austins, Hillman, Wolseley’s, and Morris vehicles. All gone now, I’m afraid! Look at the sensible clothing worn, the ambling pedestrians, and lack of street-sleepers and hooded youths. All changed nowadays, not always for the better!

Fine Fare Food Supermarket, late Wilko moved from over the other side of the road. The excellent sell anything Fords clothing shop. The Regent five buses. Ah, sad!

A relative newcomer to our roads, the Mini! The Bass Beer sign? No double yellow lines! The broken crossing beacon! And the general gloom, that’s back with is again, only worse, we can blame the Coronavirus for that. Tsk!

Aha, Wilkinsons before it moved and got renamed Wilko. Is that where the Japanese restaurant was opened? I can’t see any bus stops on this stretch?

Aha, Tesco in the new to be Trustees bank spot? I worked for Tesco, then the Co-op, then Tesco, then the Co-op, then back to Tesco, by Gawd we were lucky, it was so easy to get another job. Note the Sima car, a Lada, I think, and a Vauxhall Viva?

It must be early morning, judging by the lack of vehicles and pedestrians in this photo?

Kwik Save, in the old Metropole building, still going in this shot. I liked to shop there, a good car park at the back, low prices, and stale bread on sale. Hahaha!

Is that Drayton, or Melrose Street? That garage was great for repair prices. I took my three-wheeler Robin estate there years earlier, and got a new manifold fitted, dirt cheap! Fair enough, the engine blew up a week later!

I remember standing under a shop doorway to take this one, and I missed the flipping bus! Still, you don’t like to complain, does yer?

Ah, well, that’s yer lot folks.

I hope I’ve stirred a memory or two and raised a little laugh. TTFNski! ♥


Friday 25th September 2020: The Go-Wrongables were Rampant again. Glumbleclops!

TFZers Making a Film, perhaps? ♥

Friday 25th September 2020

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 25ain Medi 2020

23:58hrs (Yesterday): I woke, thanks to some noise that sounded like someone tapping hard with a stick on the floor, came from above? It may have been something in the water-works I suppose? It could have been going on for a while and did not bestir me earlier, but the five clunks, with a few seconds between them, I heard without my hearing aids in? I had to get up and have a look around, well, a wee-wee first, then I took a look outside, and in the flats lobby, but I’ve no idea what it was or where it came from, other than somewhere above. Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock,’ was back attacking again! I hope it wasn’t noisy-Herbert trying to get help. Certainly not fireworks this time.

Feeling a little like Stan Laurel, I blinked, and made my way aimlessly to the kitchen, blurry-eyed, and annoyed that I could not find anything out about the midnight-tapping.

And got on with the Health Checks. The stick thermometer gave another decent reading of 34.8°c for me.

Then I got the sphygmomanometer from the medical cupboard and utilised it. Oh, dearie me, the flipping SYS was up again! Will it ever come withing range again! So, there’s no ♫ Home, home on the range ♫ for me then? Hahaha! 

By gum, it’s not-half nippy this morning!

I got mini-potatoes, that seemed a little large for mini-potatoes to me, in the crock-pot, and added some of the Squid brand vinegar to marinate for a while.

Got the computer going, and got ready to update the Inchcock Today diary.

But, could I find where my reading glasses were?  No! I even got down (foolishly) on my knees to have a look underneath the cabinet, in case they’d fallen off.

Getting back up was a challenge, but I managed it with only Back-Pain-Brenda giving me any bother, mind you, it hurt!

After a search around in silly places, I decided I’d have to wear the old ones and cope as best I could. I can have an in-depth forage around for the misplaced new spectacles later on. As I settled again, there they were, to my right, two-and-a-half feet away from me, there they were! I did feel like a right fool, idiot, pillock, dumbo, plonker, wassock and putz! But these are frequent emotions of mine nowadays. One gets partially-used to the stupidity and memory-loss.

Herbert accompanied me with his frequent drumming noises, as I pressed on with sorting out the photo’s to use. And a few hours later, I got the Thursday blog finalised. What a slog that was, Humph! I emailed the links, went on the WordPress Reader, Pinterested some snaps, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, then went on a mammoth Facebook updating session.

Made up a template, then made the Sainsburys order for next week, Wednesday 30th Sept, twixt 7-8 a.m. Put it on the Google calendar. And tended to the ablutionalisationing.

: Not such a good session this time, I’m afraid. Toothache Trevor kicked off. 3 dropsies.

Then a few nicks shaving, many dropsies, the foam can twice, and I lost count of the razor’s dropsies. I was on the verge of giving up and trying later! Gragnangles! But I stuck at it.

Next, the showering was a bothersome and painful affair. The showerhead went down, clouting Arthur Itis’s left knee en route to the floor! I had two bangs into the grab rail, hip and head when I went to pick-up the thrice dropped carbolic soap! As I came out of the shower I did a double – I walked into the sock-glide, and stubbed my toe against the metal shower-chair at the same time! This session certainly made up for the previous two easy-going ones!

On a brighter note, the legs I thought were looking a lot better today.

But I wasn’t bothered, it didn’t hurt much, I didn’t start using naughty language, or feeling sorry for myself, oh, no. Ahem!

After the sock-glide incident, things calmed down. Dizzy Dennis departed, and I got on with the towelling down and medicalisationing. Which both went marvellously? Not knocking anything over or walking into anything, the furuncle was dying off I think, cause it gave no pain at all! Harolds Haemorrhoids were not too fierce at all! Yee-Ha!

I got the computer closed down, to give it time to cool down. And got a load of waste-bags made up. I’m not taking the recycling bag, although it is nearly full, cause I don’t want top miss window cleaner Pete, calling. I got a bag for dropping off at Jenny and Franks on the three-wheeler, ready to go to the chute. I had a check around before leaving, to monitor the state of the taps (faucets), heaters, stove, lights, doors, sink plugs etcetera.

Out to the rubbish room with the bags, and got them down the chute, I had a bit of bother doing this, because Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters had started failing again, so I had to take care; that iron chute-lid can be lethal! 

I got to the lift lobby and was soon down on Jenny’s floor. Dropped the bag near the door of their flat, and as I came out, Frank appeared at the door. He was looking in rude health bless him. I wished him a happy Christmas from a distance, he returned the best wishes and laughed. I love it when folks laugh spontaneously.

Getting the elevator back up to the twelfth floor, was a nightmare. It must have taken me half-an-hour! (At least it felt like it!) The contractor lift arrived, which we are not allowed to use, a chap in it said something to me, but I didn’t catch what he was saying, but he seemed in a good mood.

The Residents lift arrived and had two people in it, they were not wearing masks, so I declined their offer of getting in with them.

The cage went down to the ground floor, then started coming up, it went by the ninth floor I was at, and came down again, with a chap in it, he had no mask on wither, I politely declined his offer, telling him I was after going up, not down.

The lift went down to the 4th floor and stayed there for yonks. Eventually moving down to the ground floor, then up the top floor, and started coming down, and was on the 13th floor for ages. I expected people to be in it and got ready to explain I was going up when the cage stopped, but there was no one in it?

It came back up, (I needed another shave by then, Hahaha!) and it was empty, I got in and back up to my level.

As I got out, the need of a wee-wee, made me hasten a little and going through the flat’s foyer door, I clouted my right shoulder on the frame. When I got in the apartment, a Nottingham City Homes Newsletter had been delivered. I didn’t know what it was, but it looked official to me, and I feared it might be the appointment for either the bladder or bowel scan. I didn’t read it yet, I hadn’t got the time to.

I got the kettle on, well, I had the wee-wee first, of course, to make room for the brew. Haha!

I rebooted the computer, and a Your Area Newsletter had arrived.

So, I had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures for Nottingham. It was a smidge confusing for me. As you might know, I have trouble with number calculations, this started after I’d had the stroke.

Arithmophobia it’s called. Or is it Dyscalculia? Or both? I’ll look it up on Google.

My problem must be Dyscalculia. I found this article. Czechoslovakian researcher Ladislav Kosc defined the disorder as, A structural disorder of mathematical abilities” caused by impairment to the parts of the brain used in mathematical calculations. With the stroke, it makes sense, to me. But I waffle again, sorry!

Then, I found later that it must be correctly stated as ‘Acquired Dyscalculia’: It read; Usually acquired as the result of a stroke or injury. Another ailment that will need naming, and I can use to sound more intelligent than wot I am really. Har-har!

On the ‘Your Nottingham’ emailed report, it gave this statement and updated figures for the Coronava statistics in Nottingham. Neither of the publications gives a very bright, or encouraging viewpoint, do they? Anti-Gloom tablets needed? Hehehe! 

It’s 14:40hrs now. No signs of Pete, the window cleaner, and its getting towards my nosh and head-down time. I’ve been up for 14 hours or so, now. Thanks to being woken up at midnight. Just thought I’d mention it again!

I rang Frank and Jenny, Frank was there, but Pete did them and left them hours ago. So I don’t know whether to make the nosh and get my head down or not? Will he be calling? Did my getting stuck waiting for a lift cause me to miss him? Oh, shit!

I took some photos of the beautiful late afternoon clouds. Very nice they looked too, but I didn’t really appreciate it, with not knowing what’s going on with the windows, and dare not go to bed, in case Pete arrived.

I rang Jenny again, in the hope that she knew something about the window cleaner’s situation. But, no answer.

Feeling a bit down now! Going to try and get a graphic done… Hello, the landline ringeth and flashes! It was from Jenny. She’s found out what had happened, for me. Apparently, Pete went up to the 13th floor by mistake. And someone told him they didn’t want the windows doing! Claptickleisation! I’m a lucky bugger!

Thank heavens for Jenny! ♥

So, I got on with making the meal.

The Jenny supplied yellow tomatoes, and onions tasted. The Irish potato farls were too.

I got the pots washed, took a wee-wee, got washed and imbibed the evening medications. Then, down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, rickety recliner.

It wasn’t long, before my frustrated brain, and incapacitated, over-stomached, wobbly-bellied body, was safe in the hands of Sweet Morpheous. Better late than never! Bliss!

Inchcock -Thurs 24 Sept 2020: A sort of No Win day. Humph!

TFZers having a get-together? ♥

Thursday 24th September 2020

Catalan: Dijous 24 de Setembre de 2020

03:20hrs: On my regaining consciousness, I feared straight away that I would not make it in time to take the urgently needed wee-wee. Determined to save having to change the PP’s in case of any escapages, and the self-embarrassment, I fumbled my way, out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty recliner, and hauled by stomach on legs to the wet room, as fast as I could manage. And, without any walking into any doorframes! Smug-Mode-Considered, but not adopted, yet.

The fact that there was the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) that I passed en route that I could have used didn’t dawn on me until later. (What a clot!) The mode of wee-wee was an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) one, and soon over with. Still, there were no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbles) leakages. I then engaged a mini-smug-mode! Cleaned up and off to the kitchenette.

I got the Health Checks done first. A bit of a shock from the sphygmomanometer SYS reading results; back up to 163. now. Tsk! DIA 83 and Pulse at 82, both seemed highly acceptable figures to me.

The stick-thermometer showed up a temperature of 34 point something or other, celsius. Not one of my betterer photographicalisations! Things seem to be at the whim of nasty young  Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters again, at present.

I bravely opened the window, to try to take three similar shots of the view, in different modes; I want to find out which is the best one for night shooting. But every time I try this, they come out different to the morning before’s efforts? I think I have reached my peak in photography, the ailments and stroke have to be acknowledged as the main perpetrators of this calamitous failure! Hey-ho!

Five hours later, when creating this blog: Oh, dearie me, I’ve just Published this by mistake! Nicodemus’s fault again! I get annoyed sometimes!


So, I copied it with a different title, then deleted (binned) it. And wallah! I can carry on again. Ay-yay-yay! What an Eizel! A positive Putz! Shlimazel, Shlump and Shmegegge!


I took a photographicalisation from te unwanted, letting rain-in, thick-framed, impossible to get at to clean for old folk, designed by an uncommunicative sadistic Gerontophobic, in hopes that injuries will ensue to the elderly residents, window, of straight down on Chestnut Walk.

I made a brew of Glengettie. Took the medications, and returned to the front room and got the computer going, to start updating yesterday’s diary of woe.

But, no! The flaming Microsoft Pictures ap, would not find or read photographs at all! Argh!

After another wasted hour or so, it started working. I’d like to think this was due to my brilliant, cunning, changing options and searching for help on the web – but it wasn’t. I had no idea what the heck I was doing. Gragnangles!

I got the photos loaded and doctored to suit me, and despite Nasty-Nicolas’s Neurotransmitters, I got the updating finished. I’ve felt better and fitter after a gruelling game of squash than I do at the moment! I hate computers, no doubt because I can’t fully understand them? Like with the new camera, I’m at a loss!

: As I was about to make a fresh brew, the innards stung at me, and a movement from the bowels started off on its own, or rather the innards rangatiratanga, against the door frame! Shame! Got seated and the action began, slow. Painful and massive! As I took a look so I could fill in all the questions on the Bowel Movement log, I was gobsmacked to see thick white streaks in it! I’ll not go into any more detail. Just to say, it frits me!

A thorough clean around, hand-scrubbing and back to the computer! Taking extreme care in getting through the doorway!

I got the Email-link sent off. Then on Facebooking catch-up. The WordPress Reader section, and Pinterested some of the photographs. The updating took me longer than it ever has before! A bit like going to the toilet, really. Hahaha! 

07:50hrs: And Herbert was up and about, judging by the clunking and tap-tapping coming from above. If he wasn’t so taciturn and snobbish, I’d love to ask him what it is he’s making, this time.

As I started to update this template, a repeat performance from the rear-end arrived. I really fell off of the swivel chair in my haste to the wet room. And what a difference this time. Even more painful, but so much quicker, Shplurt and done! Messy this time. It came in broken sections and had sunk out of view, and that’s a first for many months! So I couldn’t see if there were any of the white streaks in it. It was undoubtedly wetter and messier than the previous one – but why did it hurt so much? However, it was a rare second visit, so hard to guess.

Back to computing and wee-weeing. Haha! Not at the same time!

I’d not been going long when the landline burst forth. Aha, it was Jenny, bless her cotton socks. She’s arranged for the window cleaner to come and do me tomorrow. What an Angel! We had an enjoyable good long chinwag, a laugh, a moan, and she really cheered me up!  Thanks, Jenny! ♥ You’ll never know how much you brightened my day!

As I put down the phone, I knocked the pen and pad off of the desk. Thinking it was a good idea, I continued to replace the handset, and I saw the long picker-up on the flat airing bars, “I’ll use that” I said… As Robbie Burns wrote, “The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men, Gang aft agley”!

I knocked the waste bin over fetching the grabber, and had a right mess to sort out! Tsk! I think I might have said something like; ‘Well, fancy that!’

I was well-late in getting the ablutions done. So, off to the wet room! And I thought yesterdays session went well. But I was even luckier today. Teeth cleaning, hardly any pain from Toothache Terence. Shaving, one, yes, just one nick! (I even went into a super Smug-mode, typing this, Haha!) The showering had not gone as well for months, no bangs falls or knocks, and zero dizzies. Just a few dropsies, soap, flannel. (Smug-Mode Upgraded to Defcon Three!) The legs were as near to normal as they have been for years now!

The drying off was easy and accident-free! Ah, the medicationalisationing, well that was the only real bother. The furuncle started to bleed and puss-out a tad, that was a painful experience. Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled a bit. But the worst was putting the PP’s on, I had a loss of balance when I went down, I caught the furuncle on the corner of the floor cabinet. I apologise to anyone who might have heard my ‘Argh’ followed by a naughty word! But it didn’t half sting!

Gone midday already now. With so many Whoopsies and Accifauxpas, and a lot of time sorting them out, I was going down in spirits, but I thought of Jenny, and her brave outlook on things, and it stopped the rot.

Back on the computerisationing. Must find time to do at least two more graphics for the page headers, and make another template for tomorrow. I’ll make a start on it now. Back in a bit, I hope, anyway. Haha! Got on CorelDraw and began creating.

Only one done. I made it too complicated a graphic, and got involved in creating something for far too long. Then had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures, and turned off to get the nosh done.

The canned pork knuckle, various tomatoes, fries, garden peas and beetroot salad made up the meal.

Flavour-Rating was given of 8.8/10, that knuckle is tasty enough for Her Majesty, although it will most likely be Pheasant and Port she’ll be having for her supper. Hehe!

Herbert is still at it with his modelling. Klunk, tap, tap… I’d love to know what he’s making.

Had the first serving of the Iceland-bought ice-cream after. Not the best tasting I’ve had, but it made a nice change.

Washed medications and got down in the £300, second-hand recliner, to watch some more of the Dr Who DVD. But again, I kept nodding off and waking minutes later. So turned off the TV, and got ready for the Thought-Storms… but they didn’t come. Ye-Haa! But sweet Morpheus did.

Unfortunately, at precisely 23:55hrs, I was rudely awakened by several (Obviously loud, or I would not have heard them without my hearing aids in) tapping or knocking sounds. It reminded me of some TV programme where the Grandmother would tap her stick on the bedroom floor to get the families attentions. (Wish I could remember the name of the programme now) The knocks seemed to be coming from right above me (Herbert). About six of them, all paced-slowly, as if timed, or made by a machine? I was concerned, is Herbert knocking for help? Then I pondered over whether it was fireworks, and had to get up to check outside, but nothing seemed out of order. By then, any chance of getting back to sleep had dissipated, so I stayed up. Grobleknackerbangles!

Inchcock Today – Monday 21st September 2020: A most kerflummoxing day!

TFZer Keith Hehehe!

Monday 21st September 2020

Spanish: Lunes 21 de Septiembre de 2020

02:35hrs: After some confusing fretting and pondering over my rare unwillingness to wake-up, my uhtceare cleared as I reached an unwilling, point of threshold consciousness, with a lack of confidence. Reticence and indisposedness towards even getting up had to be fought against. Then the quotidian need of a wee-wee made my mind up for me.

I had no choice, but to (apathetically) battle my bulbous-body out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, and get to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). At this stage, I was not fully alert or aware. By the time I’d got the long shoe horn and got the slippers on, I’d hobbled by the bucket and was in the wet room before I realised it.

A wee-wee of the RSHH (Reluctant, Sprinkling-Half-Hearted) mode was taken. As I was hutching up the PP’s, a dose of AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling) flowed of its own accord. So, a washing up and change of PP’s was called for. I seemed to be doing everything in a foggy-haze?

But luckily, I misjudged the distance on my right-hand side again and clouted my shoulder against the door frame. This brought me into a more awareness mode, and muttering a couple of curse words under my breath!

I gathered the bucket to the kitchenette to clean. I took the medications first this morning, including an extra Codeine 60g with the morning medications, to counter SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), who had been activated by my shoulder-charge against the wet room door. Hahaha!

I got the kettle on, and the machines out of the medical drawer, and fetched the Kodak, determined to get used to this camera’s workings, although my belief and confidence told me that I wouldn’t. (I didn’t either!) I took three shots of the morning view, all in different modes, Aperture Priority, Night Panorama and Auto. As you can see on the right here, this was not a success at all! So, back and swapped the Kodak for the Nikon.

Catastrophically, the Boot’s made in India sphygmomanometer’s SYS reading had shot back up again to 163 this time! Tsk!

The other two, DIA and the pulse seemed alright, or not so far wrong.

I was feeling a tad more chirpy and awake now. I hadn’t the foggiest idea why, mind.

The Boot’s made in China stick thermometer showed a reading of 34.3°c. Perhaps a tad low, but higher than it has been over the last week or so.

I got some baby new potatoes in the crock-pot, flavoured with just some of the gorgeously tasty Squid vinegar, got the mushrooms draining, and made myself a brew of, perhaps my third-favourite tea, Glengettie Gold. Bootiful!

I was summoned back to the Porcelain Throne, all the signs and messages told me it was going to be a big one, although the lower tummy-pangs felt different! I was not overly concerned when nothing moved. After all, these motions have been controlled by the innards for weeks now. I got out the crossword book and spent a while getting few answers in, in fact, I was doing so well, it was a long time, maybe twenty minutes, before I realised that no movements had flowed, got stuck, and started again, as they usually do?  Then, wind like never before shot out, but no matter. I still gave it a few more minutes, but nothing happened. out. Yet, I felt like I had passed?

I washed and went to update the hospital’s evacuation log. And onto the computer to get yesterday’s dairy updated and done.

It took me 1½ hours to get the post finished. The problems with CorelDraw were still with me, and the paltry couple of photographs I needed cost me so much time! I fear the worst! But I managed to get it completed and posted it off to WordPress. Sent the Email link off, and went on the WordPress Reader section. Did some Facebooking catch-up, next.

Aha, another call to the Throne! Off to the wet room. A mighty movement indeed! Did its usual stopping partway, and when it moved again, it shot out. So painful, and so long! A little bleeding. The product was nobbly with tiny white bits in it? Ah-well! I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there.

All went wellish. No teeth troubles, only one shaving cut. A few dropsies, as is to be expected. The medicating wasn’t so easy. I caught Fred Furuncle, and a bit of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, and amongst the dropsies was the olive oil dropper again.

The plastic lid broke, and I had a slippery ground floor level mess to clean-up. I believe I may have muttered something like, ‘Well, well, still, it can’t be helped! Ahem!

The Morrison delivery arrived. The chap put the carrier bags in the hallway for me, I handed him a G&T by way of thanks, and off he trotted.

I got the bags through to the kitchenette read for unloading and had to shoot back to the wet room again.

I felt the dire need for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised again. I haven’t needed more than one for in a day for months, never mind I thought, and wobbled off and got myself seated on the raised metal and disabled assist plastic seat, and again I waited.

And I waited.

And I kept on waiting.

Then waited some more.

Eventually, the feeling, come sensation that I needed to go, gradually disappeared? Not even any wind this time? What’s going on? Tsk!

I opened the first few carriers onto the server trolley. A grand selection of fodder laid there for my delectation. Baby new potatoes, Surami sticks, and Cox’s apples. A red onion, tomatoes, Two bottles of Squid vinegar/sauce. Oh, and a Breath-Easy spray (I shan’t be eating that one. Haha), and black grapes.

Got them away, and opened some more carriers. Another server of extravagant delicacies for my palate. Fresh unhomogenised full milk (You can’t beat it with Thompsons Punjana, Glengettie, Strong Assam, or Gengettie Gold tea!), Marmite cheese discs, Milk Roll bread, sliced white rolls, lemon mousse, Irish Potatoe Farls, G&Ts, and iced suckers.

I got the good in the fridge and freezer, and tinned peas in the cupboard. It all went smoothly, no dropsies, knock anything other or walking into owt! Even the right ankle and foot was looking better! Smug-Mode-Assumed! 

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, using the new unhomogenised whole milk, of course (Yummy!) And while the tea mashed, I took this photograph, a close-up, of the houses opposite the flats. They look pretty from up here, don’t you think?

Then… it happened again!

I gave it while, in the hopes that it might come back on its own, and went out on the balcony, and took another zoomed-in shot, of the circus tent over in Woodthorpe Grange Park. I’ll put this in the Winwood Heights Facebook page later.

Jenny called me on the landline, bless her cotton socks. She had some more yellow tomatoes for me and some home-grown onions. She even delivered them to outside the door for me. Thanks, Jenny, you’re an Angel! ♥ I’m looking forward the using some of these on the meal tonight!

I got back to the computer, and it was operating again, Phew! Then I had a look at the Your Nottingham email; newsletter. A bit about the danged Coronavirus caught my eye.

Coronavirus Latest via the Emailed Your Nottingham Site:

There have been more Coronavirus cases over the past 24 hours with 40 new confirmed positive results across Nottinghamshire, according to the latest Government data. A total of 17 new cases were reported in Nottingham city, bringing the total to 1,625. In wider Nottinghamshire, cases increased by 23, bringing the total to 3,921.

I’m having difficulty in understanding all this palava. To me, this is serious, but people on the news, and some here in the flats, say it’s all a con? Surely nearly 100 new cases can’t be a con? Or can it?

Oh, Slobbersodditness! Liberty-Global Virgin Internet is down again, now! Humph!

I’ll get the waste bags sorted and taken away, then see what’s what with the internet and get some nosh made methinks.

Somehow or other, I got the pile of done-up waste and recycling bags on the three-wheeler guide trolley. En route to the chute room, I’d spent more time picking up bags that dropped off of the wheels, than actually walking there. Hehehe!

I deposited the small bags down the shaft, and accident-free as well!

I went to the elevator lobby with the recycling bags, and waited, and waited some more. Eventually, the cage arrived, and Eric from the top floor was in it.

As I entered with his permission, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) gave me a bashing, very embarrassing when I’m with someone. Tsk! But Eric didn’t mention anything, bless him. When we got down, he shot off, can’t blame him. Haha!

I got out to the bins, left the bag, returned inside the main lobby, all without seeing a single soul.

In the lift lobby, two chaps spoke to me, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying, with having to wear the fave-mask, I couldn’t put the hearing aids in. Glumbleclops!

I got back to the flat and did some meal prepping. Some of the Morrisons mini toms and Jenny’s yellow ones were sliced, and sea salted. One of the onions was trimmed and cut, I had a nibble while doing this, by gum, they had an excellent tasty tang to them!

I got it at all served up, on the tray, and settled to feast away, Hey-hey!

The white bread rolls tasted like cardboard. But everything else went down a treat, a decent taste-rating of 7/10 given.

Washed the pots and got down in the recliner. Put a Dr Who DVD on, but soon fell into the much-needed land-of-nod, which was beautiful! The landline burst forth and flashed. Out of the recliner, and struggled to the phone. It as Caroline from the Falls Team, to inform me that the walking frame will be collected on Friday25th September. She apologised for waking me, but it can’t be helped, bless her. ♥

Scribbled the date on the pad, and got down in the recliner. Thankfully, it didn’t take me too long to get back to Sweet Morpheous.

But… it didn’t last long, the door chimes rang out their Dusty Spring field’s tune, “I only want to be with you!”.

As I fought me way out of the chair, they rang again. Getting my balance and some clothes on, once again the bells chirped their tune, on my way to the door, they rang for the fourth time… is this an emergency I thought?  It was Josie, waking me up again, for the sixth week on the trot! To return Sundays plate and tray. Oh, dear!

I expected it really, she just can’t seem to remember about my getting my head down early. Hehe! She gave me a packet of Cheese Twists.

Sadly, with so many sleep interruptions, this time it was hard work getting back to kip again.  Groggleknockers!

A simple bus ride to fetch my Spectacles – Not on your life, talk about things going wrong. Humph!

A simple bus ride to fetch my Spectacles

Not on your life, talk about things going wrong!

The things you will read on this so-called true-funny blog of mine,

Really are true, and challenge my sanity  and mind,

Please persist reading, and you will find,

Why I have logicality, hopelessness and despondencies entwined!

Off to Sherwood to collect my glasses,

I’ll call on Jenny and Doris, such lovely lasses,

I’ll leave them a treat, containing molasses,

Might get a chinwag with whoever passes?

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Caught the lift down with no problem at all,

Left the bag, hope they have a ball,

Returned to lift lobby hall,

Catching the elevator, not easy at all,

I was so frustrated and appalled,

25 minutes later, the lift responded to my call!

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Rushing out to Chestnut Walk, slipped and broke my shoe,

Clouted it on the walker’s wheel, surely there is some good luck due?

But what made me saddest, was the bus had departed, early too!

So, all het-up now, I legged-it, passed-wind, and feared wanting a poo!

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On Winchester Street, The walker ran away from me,

I chased it, and is facticity,

I wedged it against a box for electricity,

To take this phot, but not with enough adequacy,

I stopped it again but with inefficacity,

No doubt about it, this was going to be a trip of paucity!

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I got down the hill, energy’s what I did lack,

I must get the bus up the hill going back,

I called on two shops to get cleaner and a snack,

Off to the optician’s, the one drawback,

I was wearing a sort of anorak,

I was so hot, but didn’t hold back,

Got in the shop, and took the receptionist flak,

I was late, it seems was her crack!

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I had a long wait to be seen,

Not that I was all that keen,

£300 to pay, never again to be seen,

Crosswording while I waited,

The receptionist called me to be seen,

The lady dealt with me, glasses were fitted,

I got quite jolly-fully contented and witted,

Until it came time to pay, the nI was fritted!

I’d forgotten my pin number again,

I think the lady thought of me; “What a Pain!”

From crying out loud, I did refrain,

She got the money through, this seemed diaphane,

How I don’t know, so I asked her, it felt germane,

I didn’t understand her, and felt a right dumb-brain,

Thanked her, pretending to understand, I did mislain,

Still, she didn’t moan or complain!

Then out and up the hill, to catch the bus again!

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I had to doge another Pavement Cyclist, he gave me a fright, 

I was too tired to comment or get into a fight,

I’d run out of the Kryptonite! 

Would I make the walk home up the fearsome hill? I might! 

Down to the traffic light corner,

And the bus passed by, I was too late!

I checked the next ones time and date, 

40 minutes, too long to stand and wait,

So I set off, limping, with an unsteady gait!

The hill looked a fearsome sight, 

The prospect of climbing it, made me feel uptight,

Sorry that I didn’t wait for the bus, I felt contrite!

Anyone seeing me struggle up the road must have seen a sickening sight,

I was sure the gradient was gaining height?

The hobble home seemed infinite

At the top of Winchester, the parkers made things tight,

For breakfast, I should have had some Marmite,

The time went by slowly, and things went quite,

Somehow, up the last part of the hill, I did expedite, 

To see a harrowing sight,

The 40 bus arriving, some tenants did alight,

 My energy was drained completely now, flat!

Didn’t have the energy for eating my cervelat,

Must not fall asleep, I’ll have to do summat,

I got back to the apartment, Zzzz; that was that!


After this abysmal, Whoopsiedangle-ridden trip, the poor old twit, did have fleeting thoughts of a suicidal nature. but he did not act on them – He fell asleep! Haha!

Inchcockski – Tuesday 8th September 2020: It was a zoochotic sort of day!

An old graphic of TFZers Partying! ♥

Tuesday 8th September 2020

Shona: China China 10 Gunyana 2020

(South Africa, Botswana, Zambia, and Mozambique, & Zimbabwe)

04:00hrs: I woke up, to the well-established, wee-wee wanting, and wrestled my whale-like body from the not working, uncomfortable, second-hand, £300, c1968, rickety, rusting, sickenly beige-coloured, recliner. I caught my balance and made for the wet room. For some reason, I’d not got the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) in situ?

The pathetic wee-wee of sorts was back to an RSHH (Reluctant-Sprinkling-Half-Hearted) effort, with an extraordinarily long AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling) that took far too long, to my thinking. No early call to the Porcelain Throne, though just like yesterday?

I wandered limpingly to the kitchen. As I was about to take this morning view, from the letting rain in, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new windows, which came out decent enough considering the gloomy weather, I involuntarily started to breaking almost musical, lengthy winds from the rear end! I even broke into a smile wit the length of time they kept coming! Hehehe! But no call to the Porcelain Throne, there were none of the usual tummy pains that I get just before any evacuation. So I felt confident enough to carry on with the Health Checks, but not overly so. With virtual crossed-fingers!

Using the stick thermometer, the temperature sowed up as 34.°7c. Which is a fair one, methinks? Not so the Health Checks on the BP sphygmomanometer, see the SYS? Crikey, that’s high! I wondered maybe the excitement of yesterdays escape from the lock-down to town had some effect on it? I was undoubtedly in a more comfortable frame of mind this morning. Mmm?

I washed and got some potatoes in the crock-pot, with a drop of the Squid brand fine fish sauce vinegar added. No need for salt, because the sauce has Anchovies in it. Bootiful!

I went to get the ablutions done. A standing up at the sink session today, the Iceland order was coming soon. Still, it went fairly well for once! A few dropsies, one tiny-weeny nick shaving, nowt knocked over, and even the medicationing went well! Superb!

I had another look out of the window, and down to Chestnut Walk. Aha, a red car parking naughtily! Or maybe not, he or she might just be turning around. Did you see that? I’m not jumping to conclusions! Temporary- Smug-Mode-Adopted! 

I made brew of Glengettie, and took it with me to the computer, to make a start on this blog.

But before I began, the weather turned a little dark again, I pictured it with the Nikon and then dug into the updating.

Huh! The moment I started, guess what happened? SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked-off with some venom! This caused, curwhibbles, misspellings, Nicodemus’s occasional letdowns, constant correction making, frustrations, and a peed-offedness like never before! Gangleboggleisations!  I gave up, well, had a break, and decided to get the washing done. A long job and SSS made me spill a fair drop of water as I wrang out the clothes after washing. Granglespithowlations! I eventually got the clothes, done, wrung and hung above the sink. No socks to do, cause I chickened of wearing any yesterday.

Not that this has anything at all whatsoever to do with my fear of using the harrowing, Accifauxpa guaranteed, blood-producing, metal, sock-glide of course! Ahem!

The Iceland chap arrived with the food order. Friendly bloke he was, dropped the stuff through the door for me. Thanked him and slipped him a can of G & T, and got the things through to the kitchenette. They had substituted mini apple pies with apple and blackberry ones. (Not for me, I don’t like blackberries). And had not got any muffins in stock.

But it doesn’t matter, cause I’d already got some bits for Jenny, and added the pies and a facemask, and took them down to Jenny’s flat, rang the bell and left the carrier on her doorstep. Back up, and got some more updating on this blog done. Nicodemus and SSS had both calmed down, so progress was reasonable now.

When I got back, I’d had a letter put through the door, so I investigated. It was Nottingham City Homes, Regarding the bad parking at the flats. Pointing out that the bus had to be cancelled last week, due to cars parking on the yellow lines around the turning island, and the bus had to be cancelled for the rest of the day.

One passage read: If you see an NCH vehicle parked on a double-yellow line, please make a note of the vehicle registration, and pass it on to your Independent Living Coordinator, so we can follow this up.

And: We will shortly be installing new bollards around the roundabout to prevent cars parking.  They asked residents not to park in restricted areas.

‘Our aim is to keep these areas free from vehicles, to allow bus and emergency services access’.

We all know that there are problems for nurses and residents to park, but the Nottingham City Homes are aware of this, and they are planning to make more spaces available soon. So it’s nice to know they are active in sorting the problems out. Merit point to the NCH!

Jenny rang later, baryphonics from Stuttering Stephany, made me feel a right fool. Talk about having difficulty speaking, finding and spitting out the words didn’t come easily. Humph! I was so well pleased she appreciated the nibbles. Even happier when we got a little chinwag and laugh together in. She was patient with Stuttering Stephanie as well. Bless her! ♥

I got the oven warming, checked the potatoes in the slow-cooker, and got a tin of baked beans in the saucepan, back to the computer.

A landline call came in, it was my beloved Vampire nurse Hristina. ♫ She’ll be coming round the mountain… ♫ losing it here, sorry! Be calling in the morning to take the blood for the INR Warfarin test. ♥

Got the nosh prepared and served up. Horrible is the best word to describe this culinary catastrophe!

The potatoes were alright, that’s about it really. Eurgh! 3/10 for flavour & taste!

I left most of it, apart from the spuds, that is. A wise move, I think.

Took the things through to the kitchenette to soak in the washing up bowl, checked on the jacket still hanging to dry, and moved it on the coathanger to the window, when I took this decentish photo, the evening view looked impressive.

To the main room, and took another picture with the Nikon, through the balcony windows. Pretty natty cloud display!

So, there was no Porcelain Throne visit today. Hmm?

Evening medications were taken, and I got down in the c1968 recliner in search of Sweet Morpheus. Which was nothing short of brilliantly successful! I was in the land-of-nod within an hour. Sleeping and dreaming (I was back to 1950, and a youngster again in this nightmare)… which was rudely disturbed by repeated chiming on the front doors bells!

I had to struggle out of the recliner, fumble about getting some clothes on, hobbling and stubbing my damned toe en route to the door. To discover that it was Josie who’d woke me for the third time in seven days, bringing me a cake, bless her intentions. ♥ I thanked her, couldn’t hear anything she said, no hearing aids in.

I wish the gal would and could remember about my going to sleep early, but there you are, not her fault, we’re both the same memory-wise it seems. Hahaha!

But that was the end of any sleep; when I got back down again, I just could not nod back to sleep! Humph!

Inchcock – Saturday 5th September 2020: An oddlymost, frustrating, natterless day. Humph!

TFZer gals, a cookin’! ♥

Saturday 5th September 2020

Hmong: Hnub Saturday Lub Cuaj Hli 5 Xyoo 2020

03:30hrs: Woke, wriggled out of the rickety recliner, with some haste. Caught my balance, got Metal Mickey, off to the wet-room, and the Porcelain Throne was utilised; with a difference today. The heavy-duty evacuation came out a light-green, the pain was excruciating, and the deep-red blood flowed so much, this doesn’t bode well at all. However, the most significant change in style was the tinkling (wee-weeing), started off before the big stuff, and lasted none-stop for a full couple of minutes after? And yet, there was no PMAD Post-Micturition After Dribble whatsoever? Trouble brewing here, methinks! 

Washed and medicated things, and off to the kitchenette, and put the kettle on.

I took a picture of the morning view, capturing the distant moon, still clinging on high in the sky.

I used the stick thermometer to take my temperature. The photo I took of the result did not come out very good, as you can see where I added the figures, a 34.4°c reading. Which was fair enough for me, it’s a smidge higher than of late, but needed, methinks.

The sphygmomanometerisationing offered another high SYS reading for me. The Dia and Pulse seemed okay, though.

Then it was back to the wet room, for another wee-wee. A long one again, not powerful mind, more a persistent weak trickle, and once more, no PMAD to follow. I decided I would be commonsensible to prepare the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) and bring out for use during the day, the leaking seemed as if it is going to continue, I thought. I disinfected the bucket, and left it close to the computer chair, just in case. (And, a good job too for it was more than much-used over the day. Tsk!) I took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie tea.

  To Computer Cameron, and proceeded to get myself in a right pickle with things! My concentration was all over the place. SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) was on and off bashing away at me suddenly for short periods. And, as for NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters), well, they were also on and off so often, it was damned hard work getting anything done.

I seemed to be spending more time correcting mistakes than typing! I was jumping from graphicalising, checking things on the web, forgetting where I was or what I was doing after each of the many wee-wees, and updating the Saturday post, became a grind, more than the usual pleasure!

Then, bloody Grammarly kept changing the word-checker to USA English and needed to be changed back every time. Which meant exiting the blog, into the Settings and changing from the UK English, which it is set on, to Australian English, then back to UK English, and reset, every occasion when it went wonky on me!

My frustrations flowed, fermented, and flourished. Franglefurds!

However, through my resilience, determination, grittiness, and resolution, I got the updating finished! Well, alright, I stumbled on, in stupidity, blind-faith, making numerous mistakes and errors, correcting and cursing silently away, in between the wee-weeing, and somehow, miraculously got the job completed. I felt mentally drained, and my will-power and confidence were destroyed. Globknacklebangles!

Posted off to WordPress, went on the WP Reader section, Replied and commented of messages and comment, did some Facebooking (Another long job today), Pinterested some snaps, and went to make a brew. (I think you can take it that wee-wee’s were being taken throughout the morning)

I got some potatoes in the slow-cooker, on a low setting.

Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. And, very tasty it was too! Using the Sainsbury’s Full Cream Jersey cows milk! 

I got out the last of the fresh garden peas and started podding away. I added a drop of the fish vinegar to the pans water.

I can report that Herbert above is in good form and not poorly. The Knock-knocking, scrape-scrape, and tap-tapping, was proof of this.

The nubilous sky looked so wonderful. I did a bit of nephelococcygia-ing. But my mind in the state it is in, I lost the figures and shapes I’d identified, but found others. You can see the moon still lingering in the second picture, that surprised me!

I made a start on this blog at long last (In between wee-wees!). After several hours of slow, mistake-ridden work, I returned to the kitchen to make another brew, this time Glengettie Gold. The cloud formations had changed now. But they looked just as pretty as ever, to me.

I saw the Kodak camera and thought I’d try again to find out how, or if there was a way for me to get it on charging. I used the shorter USB connection, from the camera to the computer-port, and connected it. But I didn’t know if it was working, because the camera has no lights showing on it?

After a while, I pulled out the lead and took my first picture with the new camera. If I am to use this Kodak, first I have to find out if it is charging or not (Not sure how to do this?) Then, discover how to change the picture size to like on the Nikon and Canon, to a broader type shape. But the instructions are just too small to read, even with the glasses and using the magnifying glass! Not that might matter, cause the camera might melt in a bit, then I’ll know this is not how to use the USB connection.

I wanted, like the other two cameras, to use a direct line to the socket for charging. I expected it to be useless. They had sent an American two-pin, fit-it-together-first plug in the box. But it does not fit our English sockets. I just don’t know if it is safe or working at all?

On the screen, the power (I think) bar just show up as plain grey? I toyed with it and got nowhere, then the head and eye dizzy came on. So, I’ll just leave it, hopefully charging for a while, and keep an eye on it for sparks, flashes, or fire bursting out. I keep touching it with the left hand for any signs of increased heat, none yet, so it might not be doing anything other than damaging the computer. I’m not in a good nor contented mood at the moment! Humph! I’m worried, frustrated, and confused, yes!

The sunshine has receded now, and the drizzle commencing.

I took a picture of the view of the scene, though the balcony, with the Canon camera. The Nikon is in charge. It’s got a flashing green light now. I’m going to look on the web to see if I can find what that means, back in a bit.

Aha, the light turns off when it is fully charged. Good!

Now I’ll try to find out about the Kodak Pixpro AZ 675. Back in a bit…

Well, I’ve found the light that should be lit when charging, but it’s not. So I took out the lead from the Nikon charger, and put that in the Kodak, and the light lit up?

I’ll leave it in and hope for the best, and keep checking the camera for heat, I hope it works safely.

No time left for farting around, I have to try and work out how to change things on the Kodak for the picture sizes and shapes at a later date. I have to get some graphics done for the IT page tops, I’ve none left ready to use now. Took the cameras off of charging. With my EQ telling me there’s no need to rush?

So, on to CorelDrawing. Too tired to continue – got nosh sorted, A decent nosh, rated at 7/10.

Took the evening medications and creamed certain areas in need if the same. Furuncles, Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the newly arrived whatever it is, under the armpit, a deep maroon lump, not a bruise, though?

Sleep? Ha! I couldn’t believe that my being so drained and tired, Sweet Morpheus denied me for hours! Hey-Ho!

Inchcocksi – Tuesday 1st September 2020: Haemorrorhoid problems. But, Hurrah! I got the fish vinegar delivered!

TFZers & Pets ♥

Tuesday 1st September 2020

Czech: Úterý 1 Září 2020

03:30hrs: Woke up, wanting a wee-wee, and a wee one, it was too! I fumbled to get my ever-growing stomached body from the £300, c1968, second-hand, nauseously beige-coloured, haemorrhoid damaging, rickety recliner, got Metal Mickey, and gingery wobbled my way to the wet room.

I leaned forward, holding on to the grab bars, and it must have taken me about three-minutes or more to clear the pathetically small amounts of tiny-trickling droplets that sprayed more over the surrounding area and myself than hit made it to the porcelain! (Phimosis-Plato). Another five minutes to clean, antisepticise, and change the PP’s. An excellent start to the day, this is!

I poddled to the kitchenette, and as I turned on the light, I could not help but see how the flipping anaemic-looking and ghostly legs and feet appeared. But at least the ankle ulcer had faded some more.

Took my temperature with the stick-thermometer, 34.3°c. Which is higher than it has been for a while, so things were looking up in that department. As I took a good swig of the weak, not-fit-for-the-job Peptac medicine, a sore throat revealed itself! Tsk!

I then got the sphygmomanometerisationing dealt with. The SYS was up again, but DIA and the pulse were down.

I’m not sure if this is good or not, but the 161 for the sys is definitely over the top, methinks.

The knees were looking normal, and almost pretty, though. Hehehe! The left leg seems to be hiding its Clopidogrel, thrombophlebitis, femoral, spider, tibial, and popliteal veins from view? (I’ve had a letter about them from the hospital, and thought I’d show off, here, Hahaha!) But the right leg is still showing some of his veins, lumps, and growths off? Most peculiar! 

I made a brew of Glengettie tea and off to the computer room. I spotted the fodder things from last night on the side chair, and took them into the kitchen and got them washed… but where were the fork, knife, and spoon I’d used? I made a lengthy and in-depth search for them. In all the many nooks and crannies, between the furniture, underneath, all without any success! Krankles!

Again, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock!’ I gave up the rummage around for the cutlery, with the hopeful, but untenable thought, “I’ll find them later!”

I put the mushrooms in the crock=pot and put them on a low setting.

Got the computer on and checked the incoming Emails. The daily local E-letter news update showed these figures of yesterday’s Corona Virus in Nottingham. Not good! New cases for the last week or so have been averaging three a day; now it’s 23! The figures in black lettering on another page confused me?

I went on the massive amount of comments on WordPress comments and answered them both. Haha! Onto the WordPress Reader section. Read and replied to some Emails. I made a start on updating the Monday post.

Which I was doing, when Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off. Within half-an-hour, the scapular joint was stingingly aching something rotten! Then she stopped suddenly, I was well-pleased with this. Then Anne Gyna had her bit of fun. Stabbing sharp variable pains all around the chest area, this lasted for a long time. Despite my taking an extra Statin tablet, and I had no spare Beta-blockers to use. My first ailments ‘bad patch’ of the day this was. So I can’t complain, really.

I got the maroon jacket soaking in the sink bowl to ease out the dirt while I was ablutionisationing.

I limped off to the wet-room and got the ablutions sorted out. So many dropsies I had no chance of keeping a record of how many. A couple of shaving nicks, both thanks to SSS. (Shuddering -Shoulder Shirley). But no real Whoopsiedangles, or Accifauxpas.

After drying off, my magnificent, manly, musculoskeletal mass of masculine body, firm, taut and muscular manhood, medicating and Brut spraying, I got the jacket thoroughly ‘Surf’ washed.

It took me ages to get it done, wrung and hung on the coathanger over the sink. Then I had to mop up the spilt overspilling on the kitchen floor and myself (Tsk”).

I gave myself a good crack on the head when getting down to access the escaped fluids. I took this photo, turned, and hit my right knee against the server trolley leg. Ah, well! I might have muttered something like. ‘Oh, bother’ to each accifauxpas. Haha!

I felt a sudden stinging from the rear-end and was sure it was emanating from dear old Harold’s Haemorrhoids. At first, I feared I might have used the wrong cream in the medicationalising earlier, so poddled back to the wet-room to investigate.

I cleaned, sanitised, and then wiped off whichever cream it was I’d used earlier and applied some Germoloid with the extender used. Which caught against the furuncles, and a new set of bleeding started! It didn’t half make me jump!

Back to the kitchen, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and took a snap of the morning view, with the bottom field’s grass in it, looking rather patchy?

The furuncles were really stinging, now!

I got the two big recycling bags made up, along with a couple of small black bags for the waste chute. Balanced them on the three-wheeled walker guide.

What a fool, they would not go through the front door! Hahaha! What a Schmuck! I rearranged the load and set off to the waste chute room.

No hassle going to the waste-chute and depositing the black bags down the shaft. Then to the lift lobby, and down to the ground floor. I’d forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk! No one about for a natter, I left the bags near the bin.

Back up to the flat, made a brew of Glengettie, and checked the Emails, went on the WordPress Reader section, Facebooking, ad then made a start on this post. I spent a long time sorting the photos out on the files.

Landline call, from the Morrison driver, who asked where the building was, as it’s his first day on the job or time he’s called here. I gave him instructions, and he soon arrived.

I got the carriers handed back to him, and took the delivered ones to the kitchenette.

I was tickled pink to see that all three bottles of the Fish Vinegar had arrived okay, and the milk roll bread. Oh, and the Irish potato-farls, I wish I’d ordered more of these, now. Tsk! I’d only ordered mousse to go in the freezer, I still struggled to make room in the freezer for them.

Got the fresh stuff into the fridge that was fullish now as well.

The Piccolo tomatoes looked a bit battered and not fully ripened, but later, when I ate them, they were fine tastewise.

I got on with the podding of some peas, with the customary losing of many of them as they shot off in all directions. I lost an awful lot of them, and at least eight had hidden themselves away somewhere out of sight! But I did find a single ‘gone-hard’ pea I’d lost last week while searching. Hahaha!

I opened the fridge door, to put the remainder of the pod peas in, and the new giant pot of Yeo lemon mousse shot out from the inside of the door, and it made one hell of a mess as it burst open. Spraying the carpet, floor, fridge, wall heater, serving trolley, and my feet, legs, and belly, with the yoghourt! Grobbleknangles!  Another cleaning up session required. Phumft!

I got the meal prepared. I’d decided, as I was so tired and feeling a bit weak and drained suddenly, this was an opportunity to start on my dieting. (Also, I’d forgotten to order any fresh potatoes, Grumph!) So, just two farls, fresh garden peas, fish sticks, tomatoes, beetroot, and two little buttered milk roll slices, and a small pot of mousse was all I served up! Willpower, you see! (Ahem)

I got the pots washed, a wee-wee, and got down to settle in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, not-working, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy, yet tottery, rickety recliner. And Sweet Morpheus arrived within minutes. I think I was dreaming of sleeping?

The landline burst into life and flashed away and woke me. (Sob!) It was the gorgeous Vampire Nurse, telling me she would be calling tomorrow morning, twixt 11:00>13:00hrs! I thanked Hristina, made a note on the pad, and got down in the recliner again.

It took a good while before I could get back to sleep. So bad, I turned on the TV, that did the trick. At the first set of commercials, I drifted off into dreamland. Ah, nice!

Fungleboggles! Gruffungrobblings! and Skulldrapbonks! I woke up after an hour or so, in need of the Porcelain Throne! Argh! I could cry at times!

I fumbled my way out of the recliner, caught my balance, and off with Metal Mickey to the wet-room. This evacuation was rock-solid, resistant and agonising! The motion began, of its own accord, and within seconds had firmly frozen where it was. I don’t know how long it was I sat there in pain awaiting reactivation. My efforts to encourage things only brought more discomfort. The pen I was using to do the crossword with, actually ran dry of ink!

By the time it was finished with, the lower rear department was sorer than I has been in years! The furuncles and Harolds Haemorrhoids were bleeding, and believe me, it took ages to stop the flow. I’ve never used so much Germoloid in one go before! I even took an extra Co-codamol.

Back in the recliner, impossible to get into a comfortable position, sleep was not coming. I turned back on the TV.

Yet there was no nodding off, and I could sense the bleeding had started again. But was so tired, I relied on the PPs to do their job, and eventually, Sweet Morpheus returned… Worran ‘orrible night!

Sorry if this sounds a little common and crude, but life is at times.

TTFNski!

I thought I’d look back, on my victories

I thought I’d look back, on my victories

Bear with me; these are hard to find…

At birth, I lived through Mother’s fag ash dropping on me,

I had Double-Pneumonia at the age of three,

Sister Jane was almost adopted, to Italy, she did flee,

Brother Pete, escaped, good for him, went in the army,

Mother running away, the police wanted her, you see,

Which left just poor old Dad and me,

Doing the cleaning, shopping, and two paper-rounds, that was Inchy!

I survived being thrown in the Nottingham Canal,

Clinging to a barge rope, without much hope,

I was rescued by Brain, a neighbour, and a real pal,

Hauled out, was taken home, full of hope,

Got a belting off of Dad, and scrubbed with carbolic soap!

GC Young

Jane away in Italy still,

Life was for us both, a bitter pill,

We’d both had our sad times, but still,

I started work, bought a bike that would go uphill!

Duodenal ulcer, Anne Gyna I acquired easily enough,

Got shot at work, and a new heart fitted,

Fron flat to flat, I flitted,

Got made redundant, Cancer zapped, not fritted,

Job searching failed, hopes, attritted,

My desires, faith, and plans buffetted!

GC stick

Then along came Peripheral Neuropathy ailment,

 Jane, back from Australia, accompanied me,

To and from the hospital, she was heaven sent!

Then the stroke, I was a broken bloke,

Months in care, after the stroke,

Slowly, recovery began to cloak,

Bits of the old Inchcock, showed, bespoke,

And I knew something more would wroke!

Then the diabetes was found,

And things got worserer, all around,

When Saccades-Sandra, was also found!

But, my hopes and aspirations remain,

Although I am no longer sane,

I’m ready for the challenges again…

I just wish there was a little less pain!

I fang you!

 

Inchcock Today – Thursday 27th August 2020: Dépaysement for me, a day with two chinwags, Great!

TFZers at the ‘Cool-It-Cabin! ♥

Thursday  27th August 2020

German: Donnerstag, 27 August 2020

00:10hrs: I woke with a cruel mind-start and body-jerk, that immediately got Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging something rotten!

But what was the expergefactor of my body and mind being so suddenly disturbed? I lay a second or two, waiting for the pain to reduce from the rear end, and listened intently for any noise, there was none. Well, the ‘Hum’ of course was present! I gingerly removed my abdominous, protuberant, jelly-like-bellied, beyond-its-sell-by-date, welmish body-mass from the rebarbative £300, c1968, second-hand, stomach-churningly beige-coloured rickety recliner. Metal Mickey in hand, I had a hobble around, hoping to find the cause of my sudden midnight return into semi-consciousness. No reasons, signs, or indications were found.

I returned to get the overnight bucket for emptying and had to use it one more time. Got it cleaned and sanitised, put the kettle on, and carried out the Health Checks. Got the sphygmomanometerisationing all done. The flipping Sys had shot up to 162 now! The ear-hole thermometer gave a reading of 84.3°c. I use the Canon camera to take this shot of the morning view, not a very good one, I’m afraid.

Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and got on the computer, to create a template. Then made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. It took me a long time, as so many photos from my enforced hobble last night had to be sorted and included. Hours later, I got it finished and posted off to WordPress. I’d only needed three wee-wees all the time I’d be updating. All of the SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) mode.

I made another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time. Pinterested some snaps used in the diary, and sent the link off, did a bit of Facebooking, read and responded to some comments, and visited the WordPress Reader section. While doing so, I felt the innards slowly brewing, and a slight ache eventually matured into stabbing pains.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Hoping I can pass things this time. Fingers crossed!

Thunderisations! That session was one of the hardest ever! Tons of bleeding, and it cost me half-an-hour!

I decided to get the ablutions tended to, as I’d been so long with the evacuation.

I was extremely careful with the teeth cleaning. Two dropsies.

The shaving had two little nicks and four dropsies.

The washing then produced six dropsies. The drying off, just the one dropsy.

 I got a black bag made up, and taken to the waste chute as soon as 08:00hrs arrived. Made a brew and got the paperwork for taking with me to see ILC, Riechsführeress, and Catwalk Model, Warden Deana, to ask her to phone the dentist and opticians for me. Oh, and the Chemist too.

Did some work on this blog while waiting for 09:15hrs when I must go to visit Deana. Out to the lift lobby, and down to the ground floor.

I was hobbling well this morning now, I met Mary on her way out, we nattered en route along Chestnut Walk, which was jolly nice, and I wished her well as she poddled to the bus stop. Then I nipped into Winwood Court lobby and called at the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens interrogation cell, and Ballerina, Obersturmbannführeress Deana, was inside. She made some phone-calls for me;

  1. The opticians: Who asked some questions, and got me an appointment for Friday 4th September, at 09:40hrs.
  2. Then she rang the Dentist, the best they could offer was Thursday 5th November, at 08:30hrs.
  3. The chemist was contacted by Deana, who told her that the prescriptions would be delivered on Saturday 29th August, after 1700hrs.

I thanked her kindly, and I returned to get these dates in the calendar.

Had a mini-confab with Robert outside the flats. Then I watched a trail of dog walkers passing by to the park.

Perused the contractor’s notice board in the elevator lobby, and waited a good while to get the resident’s lift to arrive, to get back up to the flat.

This photograph below, right, is of the note left for whoever had torn up the window cleaners rota from the board the other day.

I got inside the flat and gave myself a wherret on the right ear-hole as I struggled to get the three-wheeler walker guide inside. Fool! 

Made a brew of Glengettie tea, letting it go cold (Toothache!), and got the appointment dates down on the Google Diary while I thought about it.

Not that there is any chance that I would have forgotten, of course. Ahem!

Then I had a bash at creating some more Inchcock Today page top graphics on CorelDraw. Got the sad inspiration for the Inchies thoughts Ode, and made it up, sent it off to WordPress.

I got the meal prepped and served on the plate and tray, and all the time I was doing this, I’d left the hot water tap running. So, no hot water left! Tsk!

I actually fell asleep within seconds of settling! Fantastic!