Inchcocksk Today. Thursday 15th August 2019: Flatbound day, messy!

2019 Aug 15

2019 Aug 15

Thursday 15th August 2019

Macedonian: Четврток 15-ти август 2019 година

Menachem Begin was born this day in 1913

00:00hrs. I made a start on this blog. With the EQ telling me that the Stroke Physio leader Jennifer coming to talk, and questionnaire me, was not going to be an enjoyable visit – also, something seriously Whoopsiedangleplopish was on its way, and I would not like it! I had a positive sense of the reliability of both of these EQ warnings! My earlier feelings of a contented blitheness now disintegrated.

Doing this post was far less hassle than doing yesterdays, that I did before midnight. Then again, there were no photographs to go in it yet. The trembling fingers had ceased, and there was no Neuropathic Schuhplattler or stomping from the leg, either! A positive and welcome change!

My newly acquired allotriophagy came to the fore, in my decision to have a piece of pork pie, a tomato, and a mini-bag of Cheese Curls for breakfast!

WDPrightWD 0.51.102 I was well 4Thu07shattered when I got this far and decided to try and get some sleep in to catch up. The previous two-nights have been terribly messy with a total of only about three hours sleep! I put this down to ‘Turmoil of the Mind,’: a disturbed brain that cannot cut-off the echinate waves of worrying, fears, self-loathing, a total lack of confidence… a psychological-mind-block! I just thought I’d mention it! Humph!

I tried to do a panoramic shot with the Nikon camera of the moody looking sky, but I failed on every try. Pee’d-off with myself, I tried one last time, going down instead of across, I got this as a result. But it wasn’t what I was hoping for.

I put the TV on, all rubbish showing, to help me nod off. I was soon in the land-of-nod. I stayed there, blissfully for about four hours. Gratifying it was, and I woke up with a renewed faith. But the EQ warnings were niggling away at the grey-cells! Limiting my enjoyment of the new-found mood of semi-contentment. I got the handwashing on the airer and made a mug of tea.

WD 0.51.102 Oh, bother! As I walked through the door, I felt the water on the soles of my feet! The heart sank! An instant fearful depression came over me, with a touch of self-pity thrown in. I’ve Christened it as Inchies intimate, in-depth ‘Depressionalisational Period!’ Hehe!

As I traced the water flow, the unwanted mind-blast started off:

  • Why am I the only person in the 240 flats, who had an infestation of boll-weevils?
  • Why am I the only tenant out of about 240 flats, to have his electricity cut-off for nine-hours by the Willmott Dixon sub-contractors, by accident? 
  • Why am I the only resident to trip over Malcolm’s outside doormat last month?
  • Why was I the only tenant to get his carpet ruined and plaster left on his furniture, curtains, kitchen tops, and floor, by the Willmott-Dixon sub-contracted plasterer?
  • Why was it only me alone, that had to have his new heater resited so he could open the cupboard doors, and now has holes in the wall and floor that need financial attention to put right? 
  • Why was I the only old chap in the flats, to fall off of the L9 bus while alighting the same?
  • Why am now a World Champion Toe-Stubber?

And the most relevant question, why was I concentrating on long-gone cock-ups and chronic-bad-luck, with the current Whoopsiedangleplop still in need of being investigating? The queriest thing; ‘Am I losing it altogether, here?’ Hehe!

The water I found was not only coming from the twice-this-week repaired cold water tank. But worse, as I was sorting out the mess, I found that the socks and shirts underneath in the airing cupboard had all got soaked through and were musty smelling!

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WD 0.51.102 I made up four bags of musty-foul-smelling clothes from the airing cupboard. The shelf that was alright before the two visits from the plumbers earlier in the week was collapsing now! The bags of previously good socks, jammies and shirts were taken and put down the waste chute!

Standing cold water was cleared from the top half, the floor and the airing cupboard. The wet, but not too smelly socks and jammies, were gathered together and the bath towel added to the rest of the clobber, and I went down to get them in a washing machine, with tons of Wilko Y-Lang freshener crystals. I returned to the flat and was about to carry on with the blog, having set the timer for 30-minutes, when Jennifer from the Community Stroke Team arrived.

WD 0.51.102 An unsettling interview took place, exciting. Many questions answered. Details were given over, personal, medical, and problems being suffered. The EQ kept telling me not to go to the meetings. But, I agreed and thanked Jennifer. I should think about an hour-and-a-half was spent at the session with the lady. She told me the sessions start strictly at 09:30hrs and will last until 12:15hrs, on Tuesday 3rd September, and will be strictly controlled to a routine each week. Welcome, Exercises, Relaxation, Refreshments, Health & Wellbeing topics, and Activities? Rigid rules, I like that!

Shame that I can’t use the bus passThe late finish means nothing else will get done on Tuesdays, now.  She told me to cancel or change all other appointments for Tuesdays. That’ll be exciting – scary too! Haha! I asked her where precisely the meetings were to be held. She said; St Andrews Church and Castlegate Church Hall. Chaucer Street/Goldsmith Street. I’ve written this on the notes I’m leaving. She added I was to look it up on Google!

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WD 0.51.102 I thanked Jennifer, and off she went. When she had gone, I realised the washing was still in the washer! I hobbled down as quick as I could and got it in the dryer. Luckily this inconvenienced no one, Phew!

I checked the water leak, and place paper towels around so that I could see if any more water was escaping. I may have been caused when the repairs were done, as I could not see any more escapages? I got on with updating this post.

I took a couple of shots from the horrendously hard to get at for cleaning, light & view-blocking, new kitchen window. The second one, showing the scene-blocking extra-wide, photographer’s nightmare sticking out ledge.

WD 0.51.102 Argh! An hour or so later, I realised that the clothing was still in the dryer in the laundry room! I fumbled about and got down to the laundry room, expecting that someone would have removed, and rightly too, my clothing from the machine. But it was still in the drum. I removed the things and put them on top of the casing to sort out. I’m getting adept at using the walking stick to retrieve the socks at the back of the dryer. Haha! It took a while to get the socks sorted out into pairs again.

Back up, and got the kettle on, and took a wee-wee of the SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) variety. I was suddenly in quite an intransigent mood, determined to sort out if the water leak needed reporting or not! Blown if I can work it out. But it looks like no extra leaking from last time I checked?

Back to updating this blog, and…

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I went through the rigmarole of off and on again, resetting the crap virgin box. Then saved everything I could, turned everything off, gave it ten-minutes and all back on again. Although very slow, the net came on.

3Wed12aaI did the ablutions. The well-stubbed, unlucky middle toe, was a bit easier pain-wise.

It was the mental side of things I was struggling with today. Hehe!

I felt all unsettled, with the things going as they have been. The lack of and disorganised sleep, the psychological mind blocks, the water leaks, the laundry cock-ups, the uncomfortable interview, Liberty-Global’s lousy service. Plus,  the EQ always being right is annoying and niggling, as well! Humph!

I’m tired again, and its nearly head-down time. With so much not being done as well. I’ll get the nosh sorted and eaten. I’ll probably fall asleep eating it. Grumph!

WD 0.51.102a Getting the nosh prepared, and had a walk onto the balcony, as the sun looked to have come out with a vengeance. But, I was not fooled into using the veranda widows after all, as the wind was howling through the gaps in the panes. I took these shots from the kitchen window instead.

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Oh, the beautiful sky and clouds! A nephologygist (Like wot I am) delight!

I carried on updating for an hour or more. But it was already beyond mu head-down time, and fatigue arrived. I got the nosh prepared.

4Thu11Well, the nosh turned out to be a much better one than of late. McCains overcooked chips (fries), fresh garden peas, ball-bearing textured beetroot, pickled gherkins, apple slices, Gorgeous tomato sandwiches on Milk Roll bread, and Pork Farms (Very fatty) pork pie sliced. Followed with a little pot of Lemon Mousse. Overall, a Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10.

Washed the pots, then did the handwashing. Checked the leaking from the airing cupboard storage tanks again, and no new water found! Fingers crossed.

Then I got my over-bulbous, rachitic body down in the £300, second-hand, sickly beige-coloured, sometimes not working (like now), rickety, c1968, rusty, almost intolerably lumpy, recliner, and immediately started the nod-offs and waking seconds later!

5Fri01I had to get up again an hour or so later, to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), for an unexpected, almost lachrymose wee-wee of the ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) variety. I had a look at the stubbed-toe as I resettled into the unsteady recliner. By gum, it had settled down a lot at last!

Then again, thinking about it, I had not been out for a hobble today, had I? We’ll see how it goes tomorrow when I have a walk to try and get a small saucepan with lid, to replace the one I had incinerated. Mmm!

The nodding-offs and waking minutes later, started again!

Hey-Ho!

 

Inchcockski – Monday 12th August 2019: Medical Globdangerations, today!

2019 Aug 12

2019 Aug 12

Monday 12th August 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 12fed Awst 2019

02:10hrs: I woke, and had to free my horrendously ever-growing ever more significantly-sized wobbly-body from the £300, second-hand, none-working-at-the-moment, painfully off-putting beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, for a wee-wee. Gained my balance, grabbed the stick and to the good old (empty) EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket).

WD 0.0.128A The wee-wee style was of the IDKWIB (I-don’t-know-why-I-bothered) mode. Never has so little been evacuated, resulting in such effort, patience, and pain! Urgh! Argh! And ten minutes later, a two-second dribble! Huh!

1Mon01aI must crack on today, the Doctors appointment at 08:50hrs, and Health Centre at 11:00hrs and some bread and tomatoes to be bought while I’m out.

The view from the kitchen window was a good one this morning.

The BP machine and thermometer were not having it again! I took the medications and made a brew.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry. Then the summoning from the innards to attend the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation, but not so painful. Washed the hands, the none-quivering hands, I might add. (Oh, yes, Smugmess Mode Adopted!)

1Mon02WD 0.0.128A The whole body looked extremely anaemic and cadaverous, it fair shocked me. Especially as I was feeling a lot stabler healthwise, in myself this morning?

Still, the pot marks and papsules seemed to be clearing up? Even the spider-veins were not showing up as much as vividly as they usually do. But that might be due to the current anaemicalness. I must mention this and show this picture to the Doctor this morning.

As I was just about to start updating yesterday’s blog, I had to hasten to the wet room for a sudden wee-wee. What a difference with this one! An unexpected, catching me unawares, LPSS (Long-Powerfull-Stinging-Splashingback) version! Another mess to clean-up! Humph! It was a good job I didn’t use the bucket this time, else it may well have been blasted out of my hand! Hehehe!

Back to the computer and got the finalisationing done to Sunday’s diary. Posted it off. Then went on the WordPress Reader. Made a start on this blog.

An hour or so later: I got the ablutions done.

WDP 01b leftWD 0.0.128A But at a cost! Tsk! Not exactly a good session, injury-wise, today. Oy Yay!

  • A tiny cut, but on the facial mole, and it took me ages to encourage it to stop bleeding.
  • Loss my balance while operating the death-defyingly dangerous, green hard metal sock glide.
  • Recovered and then lost a diddy chunk off of a finger on the suicidal-sock-grabber clip!
  • A final toe-stubbing on the seat-raiser metal leg finished the run of Accifauxas.

1Mon04Readied things for the hobble to the surgery. It was too early to take the waste bags to the chute.

WD 0.0.128A I set off out, down the elevator and out on to Chestnut Way. A worrying sight outside Winchester Court had me fretting a bit. As I drew level, ambulancemen came out, with a meat-trolley, but thankfully, no one was on it. Fingers crossed.

1Mon05The dang white Mercedes van was still there in the same place, parked up on the Winchester Street Hill pavement. I had to go out onto the road again to get around it. Tsk!

The walk down the incline was most pleasant weather-wise. Not too windy, sunny or any rain affected the hobble into Carrington.

On Mansfield Road, it seemed like a Nottinghamian’s Pavement Cyclists Heaven today. I’ve put photographs together, to show the naughty people all in one place.

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1Mon9I arrived with plenty of time to spare and logged in with the receptionist. I had a bash at the crossword book. Got some in on puzzled I keep going back to. Swank-Mode-Engaged!

Dr Vindla came into the waiting area and summoned me to her surgery. She asked me what the problem was. I told her that Nurse Ann had made the appointment about my NCH medical results from last week. “Ah, yes!” When did you last have a fall? ‘Over a week ago, I’m doing better now!’ Well, that’s hardly encouraging, is it? ‘Well, no!’ – she had a check of the lungs, and I mentioned the whiteness of the body this morning. Writing on the computer. You’ll need more blood tests, make an appointment when you leave! ‘Okay, thanks’. That’s it! ‘Thank you’. I departed and made the appointment with the receptionist. Who, knowing me, wrote the date and time down for me,  (Tuesday 20th August 07:30hrs) and told me not to lose it! I gave her1Mon10 some nibbles and made my way to the Lidl store, as I had plenty of time before the Sherwood Health Clinic appointment.

I left the store with some Scarlet Tomatoes, Mayonaise and some chicken drumsticks. I caught the bus back to Sherwood. Where the pavement cyclist almost hit me as I got off of the bus. Swine! 

1Mon14aI crossed over at the Pelican lights and made my way to the Sherwood Health Centre.

Where a different young lady this time, took the note from me, and gave me a sympathetic look, as she explained that the appointment is for September, not August! She kindly did not sneer or look at, nor deal with me in a demeaning way at all! Bless her!

WD 0.0.128A I asked if I could book an appointment with the paediatrician. Which made her laugh out loud, as she said; “I take it you mean the Podiatrist, my dear?” Even I had a sneaky smile when I realised what I had said, well, when she told me what I said! Hehehe! She phoned them for me, and she’d soon got me weighed up, as she wrote the much in the distance time and date on the doctor’s appointment card for me. Wednesday, 11th September! Blimey, my toes need cutting now! I thanked her and departed, to leave her to tell others of my faux pas, no doubt. Haha! I know I would have!

1Mon14I hobbled back into Sherwood and called in the Wilko shop. I got a bottle of liquid soap-flakes and a bottle of bleach.

Then made my way up the hill, over the crest and down into the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Where I had a long, slow walk through up the hill.

1Mon15While frequently stopping to view and admire the greenery, trees, and watch the many dogs taking their owners for a walk. Haha! I haven’t felt so contended in a long time. Just watching the pets and frondescence, plants, magnificent old trees, shrubbery, flowers, brambles, petiole, and shin-tangles, was a pleasure for me. Even the Pavement Cyclist didn’t get to me this time.

1Mon18I was in no rush, I was happy. When I got to the top and turned right onto the gravel hill path, and Winwood Heights came into view, I wondered and hoped that no resident had taken poor;y earlier, or worse.

I painstakingly made my way down the footpath. The three-wheel trolley-guide does not like going downhill at all. Controlling the thing can get a bit dodgy at time. But not today, I got to the bottom without any mishaps at all. Even the idiot who drove her little black car at such speed to the end garages area did not get to me either! I was getting a bit worried about all this contentment, it’s not natural for me!

I got in and up to the flat without seeing a soul. But that is not unusual. I got in and put the bits I’d bought while out away. Got on the computer and added the new appointments to the Google calendar.

WD 0.0.128A I started updating this blog and went to make a brew. Suddenly and serendipitously, just out of the blue, my general outlook on life returned. The doubts, fears, worries, and fretting about everything stormed into my mind! Nothing was sacred! I even wondered if I’d bought the mayonnaise in error and should have got something else to go on Josie’s fish? I couldn’t get it clear in my head. So much so, I called at Josie’s to ask her if it was Mayonaise that she said went well with her Tuna fish. It was, thankfully, the right stuff. We had a little natter, and I felt a fool for having to ask. I thanked her.

Back to doing the blogging. Time to get the fodder cooking. I got some chips in the oven; I’ll add the beef pie later.

1Mon20The EQ warned be that I must take care and concentrate? No other tips, though. The mind was still in a state of nervousness and worry.

While doing the cooking, I took and enjoyed perusing this nephelognosyer’s delight, photograph. I got the medications taken while waiting for the chips and beef pie to cook.

1Mon21I stripped down to the PPs. I made some buttered wholemeal flatbreads and served up the nosh. It looked good, it smelt grand, and I was really enjoying it and watching Rumpole of the Bailey, as…

WD 0.0.128A The door chimes rang out as I was eating! I put a seat cover around me, got the stick and answered the door. It was another Nottingham City Homes plumber! This chap had come to replace something on the cold water tank, that the chap came to replace yesterday, but a different part.

WD 0.0.128A He spent ten-minutes examining things, and he asked me if I had a pair of step ladders he could use. I went out to look on the balcony for them – passing the steps on the way! He spotted them, and once more, I felt a right fool today! Hehe!

WDP 01b leftWD 0.0.128A wd 0.0.128 A cracking, possibly the most painful ever toe-stubbing against the swivel chair legs. Oh, the pain! It forced me into using a little unsavoury language, I’m afraid!

I tried to eat the rest of the meal, but things were cold and soggy by now. Humph! Threw it in the bin!

The gentleman got the job done. I thanked him, and off he trudged.

wd 0.0.128 I found the stubbed-toe was the middle digit. Toes either side catching against the injury, meant I could not even wear my slippers. I was getting all fretfull again. And it soon started to turn black or blue on the second photograph.

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Lucky; is perhaps not the best of words to describe me. Globdangerations!

It’s no wonder no one wants to come and visit me, it’s obviously the fear of catching and being affected by my infections, infirmities, maladies, contaminations, miasmas, issues, madness, contagions, disorders, afflictions, tribulations, ill-luck, contaminations, miasmas, septicity, anxiety disorder, timorousness, apprehensions, fears, septicity, and insecureness! And, I can’t blame them, either! Hehehe!

A harangued, pissed-off and had-enough Inchcock, then sat there doing nothing but mentally battling against the incoming Surface-to-Inchcock’s-Brain missiles, bringing forth sanity attacking worries, fears and a cruel demoralising acceptance of failure and distemperature, as the norm!

If anyone is training for a Doctorate (PhD or PsyD), who would like a challenging case to study, no charges either way! Can they please Email me. Haha!

A pictorial plod around Nottingham

Friday 9th August 2019

A hobble around the Slab Square, Nottingham

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Nottingham’s Premier shoplifting quadrant

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South Parade – The pedestrian’s nightmare!

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Burst water main affected tramlines, South Parade

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Beastmarket Hill – The old and the not so new

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The sad-looking kids’ beach – Child Carer on her mobile! Fancy that!

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The ever-popular MiniMiami ride. Hehe!

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‘Gone fishing’ Stall. Another popular attraction?

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Long Row. A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists paradise!

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A rare Nottingham sight, imitation Policemen!

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Upper Parliament Street. A local mugger’s spot.

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Queen Street, with my trusty Acciafuxpas three-wheel guide. On the way home!

Haveth a great day, folks!

GC Smiling

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 30th July 2019: The dysphoric moments were rarer today. Yee-Ha!

2019 July 30

2019 July 30

Tuesday 30th July 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 30 Srpnja 2019

02:30hrs. I woke, hearing the oddest submarine sonar rebounding sounds! The noise seemed to be everywhere around me? I got the hearing aids in to listen, but they had to come out sharpish, as the noise modulations seemed an exact replica; not that I’ve ever been on an unterseeboot of course, I judged this on the films I’ve seen, they almost hurt my eardrums! The pitch or intonations were annoying, not loud, though, at all.

Confused, I had to get up and investigate. Nae bothers, in my extraction of the bulbously obese stomach and thin, scrawny limbs from the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner. Or in getting my balance and standing upright. (This was lovely to experience, but worrying, it was so unnatural). No demands from the innards for a wee-wee either! I had a poddle around searching for the source of the abnormal sound, as it slowly seemed to dissipate into the ether as I hobbled from room to room. Another 72 Woodthorpe Court, Unsolved mystery!

WD 64.0.64. As luck would have it, (Yes, even I get some sometimes! Hehehe!) I was right next to the wet room door in the mini-hallway, when things began to move evacuationally, of their own accord inside… I made it, but only just, to the Porcelain Throne in time! What an absolute pleasure to free things without any hard pushing! It still hurt though, but not as much as it has been doing. Those Macrogol chrystals seem to have worked a treat! (You watch now, I’ll get diarrhoea next! Hahaha!)

2Tue04Cleaned things and me up, first time for a messy session in ages.

I got the kettle on, and the handwashing checked, still far to damp to move them.

Come think of it, it was feeling almost cold this morning. I checked the thermometer, it showed 2Tue03a healthy 25°c – 74°f, 

I did the health checks, not quite as good this morning. I think that the Blood Pressure was a little higher than it has been recently. Sys 14, Dia 130, the pulse was okay at 72. The body temperature was a lowly 33.9°c, well I thought that at first. So using the format given to me by 2Tue06Tim Price on the calculator, of course, it seems that this is 93.02°c? So, maybe I got a little confused again? Ahem!

Checked the emails, and a friend in the flats had asked me; if I was having a Morrison order coming, to get certain foods that were on offer. I emailed back, no problem. I got onto the computer and low and behold, they had none in stock! So, I’ll order some later for her. Sent an email again, explaining the situation.

Life is always messy, innit? Haha!

WD 64.0.64. I got the Computer on – and more Windows updates came in! Then, as I started working on the updating process…

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2Tue03aI got the Monday post finished in a reasonable time. The fingers, hands, arm, and leg were all being kind to me, not a lot of jerking, jumping and dancing. Only the shoulder shakes were of any real bother. A worrying few mini-dizzy-spells, though.

I checked on a different site for the week’s weather. Precipitation for today was given as 100%, with thunder. The remaining days showed as far less rain. We’ll see!

2Tue05I went to make a brew of tea, and the clouds in the sky certainly, visually, backed up the forecast on the site.

I must not forget to call in the Sherwood Health Centre on the way out and get an appointment made for my toes to be clipped, as the receptionist told me to. By golly, the nails on the hand and feet grow so quickly now, after the stroke. I wonder why?

Ah, well, time to get the ablutions done. Back later, folks.

WD 64.0.64. A All done and dusted. The teggies were done. Shave completed with only two tiny nicks. The shower was taken, only dropping the soap once, and the showerhead, once. The drying off went Whoopsiedangleplop-free! The sock-glide was battled, and no Accifauxpas involved! Bit of a Fauxpa with the eye spray, I dropped it twice. The ointment for  Haemorrhoid Harold was lost just the once… but, the darned leg did a bit a few seconds of a Tango, crossed with the Stomp, and I trod on the tube on the floor while I was retrieving it. (The usual bad-timing, Haha!) Which now needs a replacement! Ah, well!

I took the sorted black bags to the chute and returned to gather the requirements for the trip to Asda to get the rest of the shopping, that I couldn’t carry yesterday. But, with the INR Nurse not calling this week, at least I have the time go today.5Fri006

The plan was to go out about 08:24hrs, this would, or should give my time to have a hobble up trough the park, and through the twitchel, and down to and along Elmswood Gardens to the Health Centre. Then get the appointment time to the next nail-clipping session. But as per normal… Humph and Angermaking Fiddlesticks!

2Tue08I got Out, over Chestnut Way, pausing to take in the beautiful clump of trees at the bottom of the hill. Then, up the gravel footpath to the park, alright. Also, through the ginnel, stopping to take a photographicalisation of the fantastic view that greeted me at the end of the alley.

Down and right along to the end of Elmswood Drive. I admired the flowers en route to the Sherwood Health Centre.

WD 64.0.64. A most curious, but I hope curiously, an unusual event happened then. I was watching some little black and red insects, who were buzzing around some pink flowers on the garden hedge. And I actually watched closely while on the whatever-they-were, stung me on my right index-finger-end. And felt nothing! No pain whatsoever. The bite or sting-thing was swelling up and turned bright red! Only a tiny area mind, about the size of the pinhead. I haven’t felt any discomfort at all. Hence, this is the first time I’ve found a benefit of being diagnosed with the CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy and Peripheral neuralgia) The nerve damage must have failed to get the message to the brain, that I’d just been stung? There is probably a more logical answer, but I like mine better. Hahaha! I must remember to ask my mate, Lynton Cox what he thinks. He’s a bit of a genius on these things.

For a minute or so, I thought I saw it throbbing. By the time I’d got to the clinic, about five minutes, I’d forgotten all about being bitten. Hehehe!

WD 64.0.64. I got in the centre and to the receptionist, the same one who told me to call back this week. I gave her my NHS details. She rang the departed needed and spoke for a good while. I could not hear what was being said until she finished and came to the counter window. To tell me they have not made up the lists yet. “If you call again in two weeks, I can make you an appointment!” Precisely the same statement she made two weeks ago, that was why I was there! Hey-ho! I thanked her (again), and left, feeling a little less hopeful this time. I walked into Sherwood, with plenty of time to kill, before I could use the bus pass. So, being a tight-wad, I had a walk around the shops.

I called in the Co-op and bought a pack of salt & vinegar rice cakes and a packet of fresh garden peas. As I meandered around, I bumped into Welsh William a few times. He was doing the same as me, killing until he could use his free-bus-pass. Well!

2Tue12WD 64.0.64. When I got to the bus stop on the other side of the road, a naughty, ignorant git of a Pavement Cyclist came flying down the hill on the footpath. 

He was that quick, I only just caught a glimpse of him on the picture. He’d just rounded the block on the mobile, then Welsh William (with the carrier bag) and was gone! Swine!

I met some of the clan from the flats and had a word with some, then the 58 bus I needed, arrived. It got Arnold very quickly, and so I had time to get the shopping in a slightly more relaxed manner. I utilised the shopping list and didn’t get anything that was not on it! Smug-Mode-Adopted! I used the regular checkout and bought Milk, beetroot, gherkins, Cheesy curls, lollies, rice cakes and a milk roll sliced loaf.

I struggled a bit packing the trolley and bag. So much so that I thought I might miss the bus after all! But no, I got to the bus stop, and within a minute the L9 arrived.

A gloriously sunny day, no signs of the promised rain yet. Back at Winwood Heights, I got home ASAP from the bus and got the fodder put away.

Got the kettle on and oven warming to use later and podded the garden peas and got them into the saucepan. Then went on the balcony and took some photographs of Chestnut Way.

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While I had the camera in hand, I then took some pictures from different angles than usual. Of the residencies, a little more zoomed-in. I hope you like them.

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I started to do the updating of this blog next. With so many photographicalisations, it took me hours to get this far.

When I went to make a mug of tea, boy, what a change in the weather from earlier. The heavens opened up!

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I opened a window that didn’t claim any chinks of finger flesh this time. And took two shots to try and capture the falling drops of rain.

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2Tue15fAn hour later, and things had changed back again!

I was gob-smacked at this.

I wonder if it will revert again to the rain and go dark once more?

I am something of a pluviophile (someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days).
I got the nosh going, while I did some more updating.

2Tue21Took the medications. Cooking finished.

The result, a nectarous, finger-licking, tasty plate of fodder! I believe this would be called a dogwood sandwich in New Mexico. (Thanks, Tim Price). A well-worth-it Flavour rating of 8/10. Had the Asda (Walmart) baby beetroots been a little less like ball-bearings in texture, it would have been a higher score! Tsk!

I got the handwashing done, rinsed and left hanging to dry. A bit like Theresa May, really!

2Tue22As I got myself settled to watch some TV and got the pins up on the chair. I remembered that I had forgotten to tell Dr Vindla about the legs differing sizes.

The nerve-damaged right leg, was positively thinner, and the flesh much softer, but the scars, papsules and unidentified blotches had gotten much fainter?

The eyelids grew heavier.

Zzzz!

Inchcock – Mon 22 July 2019: Odynometer needed early on, but things got a lot betterer later!

2019 July 22

Excuses, justifications, mock-reasons, subterfuges,
tricks, whitewashes, no whys-and-wherefores, but coverups, disguises, machinations, but no admissions or apologias!

2019 July 22

Monday 22nd July 2019

Zulu: NgoMsombuluko 22 kuJulayi 2019

I woke at 00:30hrs, while considering whether to gt up or not, and finding I did not need a wee-wee, I fell asleep again. 02:50hrs. Rewoke, and almost perkily set about freeing my excessively, inordinately, unduly, unnecessarily, unreasonably, absurdly crassulent body, from the warming comforting grasp of the £300, second-hand, rickety, c1968, sometimes working, cruddy beige coloured, dingy, near-dilapidated recliner.

WD0.0.128 By Gawd it was cold. Then I realised I had left the unwanted hard-work new balcony door wide open overnight! Brrr! So I grabbed the walking stick and went to close it ASAP.

By the time I had done the few paces back to the chair, a wee-wee was needed. Amazingly, I found the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) totally empty! But it wasn’t for long. A UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) saw to that. I got off to the kitchen, where I rinsed and hung up hand washing that had been soaking overnight in the bowl. 

There was no dancing from the leg at all, and only the odd short ones from the other limbs. I got the medications imbibed, and did the health checks: Systolic 155, Diastolic 55, Pulse 85, Temperature 34.9°c. Then I had another wee-wee, and what a change again, it was of a PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) type.

WD0.0.128 I had an early morning visit from Dizzy Dennis that shook me up a bit, got me somewhat nervous. I had to stop and sit down for fear of going over. But it continued for a long time.

I set about doing the updating of the Sunday post. Which took less time than it has for ages, with the hand and fingers, being calm at this time. I got it finished after a couple of hours and went to make a brew.

Unfortunately, Dizzy Dennis returned1Mon02.

I got sat down in the recliner while things eased off. Taking the opportunity to take a photograph of the pins that were upon the chair. They had lost a lot of the fluid retention, but not any of the pot-marks and papsules, etc. but did appear a lot less inflamed and swollen.

As I was making a start on the day’s blog, well!

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I went on the Electoral Confirmation site, to fill in my details. A note said it would take between 10 to 15 minutes to complete. Hahahahahaha! Not with Mr Fries internet and the Axonotmesis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nitrofurantoin Neurotmesis playing up! I didn’t really check how long it took, but it was over an hour! Grumph!

1Mon07aWDA 0.0.128 I did the ablutionalisational duties next. I ended up avoiding any of the toe-stubbings, came through the daily battle with the Sock-Glide unharmed as well. But I did accrue two little nicks when shaving.

The hand and arm both started dancing the Flamingo or Fandango at the wrong time for me. Grumph!

1Mon06Also, I spotted the newly appeared spots, papsule, bruises, and pockmarks on the ever-increasing in size again, stomach! Oy Vay!

The long bruise, in the shape of an arc, was unusual. Not the foggiest idea where, how or when I got this?

1Mon03But, the pins, still one slightly bigger than the other. However, both had lost a lot of fluid retention. They both looked a little anaemic. But, the scars, bruises, papsules etcetera, seemed much calmer this morning. The dysaesthesia is no better, I managed to drop a razor, a bottle of antiseptic and the bleach!

Later on, I took some photographs from the balcony, the one with the finger-trapping and flesh-eating metal spring-clip opener. Haha!

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I still don’t know if I can get out to the doctors today. Will the INR nurse be arriving today? We have a lot of intercoms not working – is this the case with mine? This has been going on for over a week now, I need to find out what’s what! I’m getting a tad distraught and antsy, again. I’ll nip to see if Deana is in, and ask her to call the Doctor for me. If so, I can make an appointment to see the Doctor and for the CHD checks at the same time… I hope! Overwise it will mean me having to go out to the surgery and hope I don’t miss the nurse! I had a look at my intercom, it showed a red light on Missed Calls and the Do Not Disturb! Doing its own thing now! Oh, I am getting testy now!

I decided to go to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistical Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from the location. The weekend out-of-date sales area, and residents porta-cabin. In the hope to catch Obergruppenführeress and Hustle Model Deana or Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Julie, and ask if they can call the surgery for me to help sort out my problems for me. If they are not available, I come back to the flat and get things ready to catch a bus down into Sherwood and have a walk into Carrington and see then at the surgery.

I met Chrissie on her way home near the lifts as I got out. She warned me that the wind was terrible out there!

WD0.0.128 I walked down to the shed. The Wardens were both out doing their jobs in the flats. So were not available. A chap, one of the assessors whatever in the hut, said he would tell Deana I wanted her when she returns. I had a little moan about my situation and frustration. And walked back to the apartment. Got the bus pass and back out again to go to the surgery.

1Mon09I took a photo of some rather appealing yellow wildflowers en route, in Chestnut Walk.  Luckily for me (very much so).

I spotted Deana and Julie meeting up, as they returned to the cabin ahead of me.

Deana was on her mobile. Julie asked me what was up, and am I alright. I explained, in brief, the problems and we went into the office. Dean joined us, and I fear I may have waffled on a bit, about how the medical people don’t seem to realise my problems. No sooner had I told her, my shoulder first, then the leg and arm began dancing. It was embarrassing, but at last, someone has seen what it’s like for me to cope with the peripheral neuralgia problems.

The gal set about calling the surgery straight away. Deana made an appointment for the CHD Tests and handed me the phone to tell the receptionist about my other problems, the lack of IRN blood test nurse calling, and my not daring go out in case she does. Also, she may have called, and I didn’t know because the new intercom system is not working correctly. I think I confused the woman on the other end of the line, cause I could not hear what she was saying, and Deana took over to explain a lot clearer than I was doing. The result was that Leutnant Untersturmführeress and Part-time actress Deana, got me sorted out with the following results:

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  • The CHD Health Check was booked for Monday 5th August at 09:00hrs
  • The appointment to see Dr Vindla, with it being urgent, was made for 29th July.
  • The shortage of Beta-blockers will mean a prescription will be sent to the Carrington Chemist. Deana at the time called the chemist and ascertained that the Bisoprol will be delivered on Wednesday, by the pharmacist.
  • And the INR nurse would be arranged. Dean asked that I be informed of when this will be as soon as possible!

I much appreciated this help. And said so!

A little more spirited now, I left to go back to the flat. Having a little chinwag with some tenants who were waiting at the bus stop. Which was enjoyable for me.

When I got home, without needing a wee-wee! – I set about putting all the appointments on my Google Diary. Took me a while.

Then made an order up for next weeks delivery.

Next, I got on with updating this blog. And realised I’d given the wrong name for the beta-blockers. So I went back to the hut, and Deana said it didn’t matter.

Back to the flea-pit, and got the nosh sorted out.

1Mon34Polish pork, fresh peas, mushrooms, gherkins, tomatoes, and Maris Piper chips. Likely that the chips (fries) were some of the worst I have ever tasted! Fatty and bland!

Still, the Polish pork evened-out the taste-rating score, of 6.9/10.

Washed up and took the medications.

I watched some TV. Zzzz!

Inchcock’s Nottingham City Centre Hobble Photographicalisations

Thursday 11th July 2019

Nottingham City Centre Hobble, Photographicalisations

Council House

Little John’s Bell Tower – Nottingham Council House

Long Row

Imitation Policemen & Nottinghamians – Long Row

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Slab Square – Pavement Cyclist and Tram Lines

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Upper Pariament Street – Pavement Cyclist

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South Parade, Tram & Slab Square

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Friar Lane

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St Jame’s Street

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Angel Row

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Theatre Royal Tram Station (With hungry posing pigeon)

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Market Street Shops

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Upper Parliament Street

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Pavement Cyclist – Upper Parliament Street

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Nottinghamian’s, (attractive though!) crossing against the Don’t Walk Sign

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Finally, back to Queen Street, to catch the bus home!

I thank you!

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Inchcock’s Tales (Confessions) of Hounds Gate – Part of ‘The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe’!

Inchcock’s Tales (Confessions) of Hounds Gate

Part of ‘The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe’!

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Hounds Gate, Nottingham; The early name for the street was Hungate, and it was referred to as such in 1326 and appeared in this form on John Speed’s map of Nottingham of 1610. It is thought it received this name from being where part of the kennels for Nottingham Castle 100 attack hounds were situated.

We could do with bringing them back! Hehehe!

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I hobbled up it this morning with the camera, and the brain in nostalgia-Mode! It is a sad sight nowadays. Abandoned retailers, and a muggers and druggies paradise. I have found out that 1098 crimes in May 2019 were reported within and half a mile. Big Issue Sellers, and Ice Cream vans, and muggers today. Rumour has it that two Nottingham policemen were spotted patrolling on foot in Hounds Gate in 2018, but we cannot confirm this overdramatic, ridiculously sensationalised claim.

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This morning, there were few Nottinghaman’s about, being early in the day. Thus less chance of being mugged, sold some weed or a street beggar begging and his dog snapping at my feet! Hehehe!.

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It is interesting to remember that the first town steward, John Collishaw, who was appointed in 1787 lived in Houndsgate and he only died so recently as 1809. The spectacular Bridge of Sighs, which connects the two portions of a great soft-goods warehouse and which spans Hounds Gate in really a charming manner, was erected in 1923. My father used to collect and deliver to it as late as 1959. He always called to see if they had any returns, when he was on the Nottingham run. I suspect that this might have been prompted by the threepence 3d, he was paid for each one he collected. I used to go with Dad on school holidays, and the slightly pleasantly built meaty, muscular young lady who managed the warehouse and office, was always a cheerful soul as I recall! Haha! 

Another memory, was of a twenty-year lad, legless, totally drunk, and getting arrested, on a Wednesday night, in about 1966. Yes, it was me! Shame-Mode-Adopted! 

Sister Jane swore she saw two customers in that Sub-Way store last month! Huh!

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Towards the top of the road, I came across a self-advertised Cargo-Bike. I looked back and took this picture while the chap was busy organising his load. He really ought to fit an alarm to it, you know!

Hounds Gate 01fCloser to the top of Hounds Gate, was Ye Olde Salutation Inn. Claimed to be the second oldest pub in England along with theRoyal Children pub on Castle Gate nearby.

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I mention this, because I am not a born-again recovering holier than thou alcoholic, and remember visiting both pubs many times in my drinking days. And by gum, they sold some great beer, and the atmosphere was great!

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I exited Hounds Gate, up the paved path. On to what was called Granby Street in 1963 when it was built. This was a Whoopsiedangleplop moment for me. The three-wheeled trolley guide then toppled over, the toe was mercilessly stubbed again in the process, and a few well-chosen words were spoken. Well, no that’s a fib – they were not well-chosen at all, the just burst out!

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The memories flooded back at the same time, though.

Finally, a photo from c1920 of Hounds Gate.

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Not much changed aesthetically I think.

I’ll let you know when I look up what aesthetically means.

T.T.F.N. Folks!

Inchcock Today – Mon 24 June 2019: Got out for some photographicalisationing!

2019 24 June

2019 June 22

Monday 24th June 2019

Zulu: NgoMsombuluko 24 KuJuni 2019

02:05hrs: I woke with, not exactly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but with a degree of unexplained jocundity. My mind turned to Josie and hoped she would be feeling a little better today. I do not want to bother her too early, she is a night-owl, and mornings are not her forte at all. But must get to find out how she is later. Fingers crossed!

I find myself up, out of the near-dilapidated, £300, second-hand, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, recliner, caught my balance, got the stick and was utilising the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), almost without realising how I’d got there? 

1Mon06WD 0.0.0a Off to the kitchen, and got the hand-washing done. A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, a rather urgent one, and off to the wet room. The evacuation was swift and not too painful, whatsoever. Cleaning certain ‘things’ up afterwards, I discovered some minuscule bleeding from Little Inchy and Harold’s haemorrhoids. First time for Inchy in many weeks, it surprised me a bit. It may be due to the high INR level.

I medicated where needed, and got the kettle on. I was almost caught-out, when I passed wind, and had to hobble back to use the Porcelain Throne again. Lickety-split, too!

The evacuation was surprisingly large but we1Mon02nt okay. The poor old, seemingly constantly well-stubbed right toe, suddenly began to sting for no reason, as it had been calm with little pain earlier? There was some bleeding again.

WD 0.0.0a Then, it was yet again clouted against the toilet-seat-riser’s metal leg! This was followed by a silent Whaa! And maybe a few muted, selected words of displeasure.

WD 0.0.0a 1Mon01aMarks and somewhat unique colouration appeared on the bulbous, elephantine stomach again. Along with some new papsules and spots. The Tate Gallery might be interested in this photograph? Haha!

I also noticed some hairs on the chest had started to grow back, after having them shaved off for the heart operation, donkey’s years ago. Hehe! 

WD 0.0.0a Back to the kitchen, to make another brew for the one that went cold, and did the health checks and then I took the morning medications. Sys 156, Dia 88, Pulse 90 and the temperature was 89°c. The photograph I took of the sphygmomanometerisationing, went the same way as many have over the years, off into the ether, never to be seen again. Humph!

As I made the mug of tea, I looked out through the light & view-blocking, impossible to get to clean, stepladder needed for viewing downwards, new unwanted kitchen windows. I took a couple of shots, one a close-up of where I have to go on Friday at 10:40hrs, for my long and eagerly awaited (for twenty-two weeks)  appointment with a podiatrist. (There is also the [Thirteen weeks!] waited for audio-clinic appointment on Wednesday, where I have to walk up the steepest hill in Nottingham City Centre!)

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I made a start on this blog and then updated the Sunday post. It took me a while, but the involuntary-dancing fingers were not so bad, and I completed it and got it sent off on about four hours! Smug mode Adopted!

Four wee-wees of the RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) style were taken during the updating.

1Mon07aI went to make a brew of tea and was surprised at how the weather had changed from earlier.

While the kettle was boiling, I popped, well, limped, to the wet room for a wee-wee with a difference. That I hope do not continue. It was an SHLP (Short-Hosepipe-Like-Painful) release! Cor blimey!

I went on the TFZer Facebook page.

I tended to the ablutions, with extra care to be taken over the shaving! Hah! All done bloodlossedssly. Prepared everything for the photographic trip to town. Dressed, checked for bus-pass, card, etc. Three-wheeled trolley with a shoulder bag, and was all ready to go out to try and see Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Fallen asleep tenants corner. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, to ask if she could phone to book in the bound-to-be-messy job of the fitting of the new Communication Intercom.

WD 0.0.0a I got down to the foyer for, and outside, was the INR Nurse ringing the button, trying to get me, on the intercom! I expected her if at all, on a Wednesday, like last week. The pretty Polish Nurse and I returned back up to the flat. Where the kind lady took my blood in short-time. I mentioned my having only four beta-blockers left, and not being able to find out from the chemist, when the delivery of July medications was due to be delivered (It seems like a Kremlin secret would be easier to find out about!) The Nurse rang the Sherrington Park Medical Practice doctors re the beta-blocker shortage. She was told, they should be here in a couple of days, as the prescription was mailed to the chemists three days ago. Bless her for trying for me. But I am still in La-La Land, over the Bisoprolol Fumarate supply will last or not! Frustration-Mode-Engaged! I thanked her, and of she trotted.

Out again for me to the hut. On entering the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult1Mon07c distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. And Telling Inchcock off Zone, there were a dozen or so residents in differing states of consciousness, awareness and confusion. Hehehe! I did notice that the entrance-exit door on the Woodthorpe Court end of the cabin, was still awaiting being finished off.

Deana, come into the cabin, and I begged her assistance. She agreed to try and book them early in the day (08:00>12:00hrs), and will let me know later.

I had intended to mention Josie being poorly, but it being a Monday and everyone wanting to talk to Deana, I got a little confused. After handing out some nibbles, and what seemed like reluctant chinwags, I moved out and over to the bus stop. With a clump of us, partly-deaf old fogies talking was impressive. The misheard questions getting befuddling and confusticating answers was a delight and amusing to listen to. I kept quiet, not wanting to add my well-known miss-answerings and confusional verbiage to the spoken tangle. Haha!

WD 0.0.0a On the bus, as is now routine with my having to use the trolley-guides, I had to sit on the most uncomfortable, and likely to fall-off-of seats; a side-saddle one! Margaret sat nearby, and what turned out be the most farcical conversation took place. We are both deaf, and with the other passengers chatting away, and Mary’s fast speaking, my grip on any comprehension, perception, discernment, or interpretation of what we were talking about, was very minimal, and frustrating, too! My talking too softly must have confused her as well. Still, we tried our bestest! Hehehe!

1Mon07dWe dropped off on Upper Parliament Street. My getting off last, I usually do this, as I find I am less danger to folks with the trolley, this way. I followed some other alighted passengers and saw this very tall young ‘Vaper’ near a bus stop. By gum, he was giving off some smoke! No problem from me about it though. At least the lad is trying to stop the tobacco, and the Vaping does far less damage to his insides I believe.

1Mon08 I ambled on towards Clumber Street and took this photo of a reasonably busy Upper Parliament Street.

The pretend policeman, seemed to be posing as the girls went by. There’s a song in there somewhere, but I can’t for the very life of me remember what it is. Ah, got it! ♫ Standing on the corner, watching all the girl’s go by! ♫ Haha!

1Mon09On the slow, steady hobble down through Clumber Street, I took some pictures. They should have bot had Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist in them.

But not in the first one of the photographicalisations, the cyclist hid behind the seven-foot lad. Hehehe!

1Mon09aWD 0.0.0a In the second photograph, (left) there were two Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists originally, but by the time I’d got the camera out, the second Cyclist had mysteriously disappeared!

Surely he would not have taken his bike into McDonald’s? Hehe!

I had a look in a shoe shop window and got a surprise at the prices! The damned photo did an into the ether trip, but I took the snap to show how this particular pair, looked exactly like the ‘Plimsoles’ I used to have to wear at school in 1959… 1969. Hahaha! The shop had them on a Sale Price £105, down to £89! And, the shop had a right few customers inside! I think it must have been selling rip-off designer stuff?

1Mon11I walked down South Parade, into the Slab Square. Hobbled onto Wheeler Gate, and into the Poundland shop, naughtily in search of some Pork-Farms Pork Pies! Guilty- Mode-engaged! 

They didn’t have any. But, with not having any food delivery this week, I got some bleach, toothpaste, nibbles Twix and Cheeselets. And other bits.

The lad at the self-serve checkouts put the things through for me and packed the trolley and shoulder bag for me. Bless her! I may have been looking a little anaemic again? Hahaha!

1Mon10WD 0.0.0a I thanked her, and once outside, I saw these two Mountain Bike Pavement Cyclist, possibly visitors, judging by their suntanned faces, and backpacks, chinwagging with each other. I could not recognise what tongue they were speaking in at all.

Not that I am a linguist, of course. The English 1Mon12language is enough for me to get confused over and make a mess of.

I strolled over the Slab Square, taking a picture of the Council House en route to Queen Street and the L9 bus stop. It looked a little sparse of Nottinghamians, but there were plenty of them 1Mon13about; probably busy shoplifting, street begging or mugging someone.

I carried on and up the hill to the L9 bus shelter. Where another photograph I took, of the street, has since mysteriously disappeared into the flipping ether, from the sim-card! Huh?

At least the hands, arms and fingers were not doing much dancing and jumping about on the trip, so the photographs came out alrightish.

The bus arrived, and Caroline from then got on Chestnut Walk (As Chestnut Way is called on Google) got on the bus at the next stop. I was on a side-saddle seat as usual, and we held a conversation that was similar to the one Mary, and I had on the bus earlier going to town. Difficult! Back at Chestnut Walk or Way,

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1Mon14Caroline dropped off at the Briarwood Home, and I got off the bus with the rest of us ragamuffins, at Winchester Court. And hobbled along home to Woodthorpe Court.

The connecting corridor was still being built in the lift lobby. To allow us through to the new, soon be occupied and utilised (We hope) Obergruppenführeress Wardens and Prison Officers new HQ, and the brand spanking new forty-four extra-care flats.

I wasn’t sure if I should disturb Josie or not. But I had to find out if she was okay. So I rang her bells, she answered. But she was not looking very good, and said she had a migraine did not want to talk, only wanted to sit quietly, I got the message and apologised for bothering her. Told her my door would be unlocked and I’ll be available anytime if she felt poorly or needed anything at all. I withdrew swiftly, to let her get back to her chair and some rest. I felt a little useless, though!

1Mon15Although it was still a tad early, I got the nosh sorted out. A can of chilli and some oven chips (Fries) and a pot of mandarins in jelly. Not one of my best meals, but I ate up all of it. Granting it a score of 5/10 for flavour. The chips were very bland!

I was getting weary again, as is standard. I got the TV ad a DVD of ‘Keeping Up Appearances’ to watch, before the Ladies Football, America v Spain. Which I got everything sorted beforehand. A wee-wee was taken, a bottle on spring water and a bag of Marmite crisps on the Ottoman, and all settled.

WD 0.0.0a Oh, Sod-It! I fell asleep at half-time and missed the entire second-half. Which really wrangled me when I searched for the score when I woke up! But, I was more than pleased that America won the game, even if it took two penalties to do it.

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As long as France don’t win, I’ll be happy enough! I don’t think England will win the cup, although it would be amazing. But you never know with FIFA. It seems to depend on who is giving the biggest back-hander out. Just like the French lads won against Croatia. Fiddling VAR controllers, and a Francophile or well paid or philargyrist referee. I have no confidence in FIFA’s pathetic history of biasedness!

1Mon16The sky looked a little active if that’s the word, tonight. It looked beautiful.

I had a wee-wee of the LHNCWW (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Sensation-Wee-wee) mould. I thought it would never end!

I soon nodded-off again in no time.

WD 0.0.0a I woke up twenty-minutes or so later, thinking it was morning! I began to get up when I realised it wasn’t dawn, and I had not overslept! What a  proper fertummelt I am! Then I could not get back to sleep! Grumph!

 

Inchcock Today – Friday 21st June 2019: The Canon Camera conked – battery dead! A bit like me, then! Hehe!

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Friday 21st June 2019

Hausa: Jumma’a 21 Yuni 2019 

04:40hrs: I woke again requiring a wee-wee. Extracted the Falstaffian shaped body from the clutches of the almost antique, £300, second-hand, grotty beige coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, got my balance and walking stick, and limped to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and partook in a SSWW (Swift-Short-Sharp-Wee-wee).

5Fri001The masticated and well-stubbed big right toe was looking a little less tender, but it was still painful all the same.

Made a brew, then got on with updating the Thursday blog. Not so many photographs.

And the absence, or should say, only occasional peripheral neurosis dancing hand and fingers, helped a lot.

5Fri004WD 250.70.5 I tore off the wrapper of some foil cooking trays and got the tiniest, teensy-weensy, piffling, cut on the end of the right index finger. I could not understand why it hurt so much. Then it dawned, obviously the Axonotmesis, and Peripheral neuropathy dying nerves were not too happy with my accifauxpas. Tsk!

I got on the computer to continue with the updating of the post. The jumping fingers and little cut were both being bothersome again. Blow it!

I finished off and posted the blog to WordPress, then took the medications, did the health checks, and made a brew of Glengettie.

A change then, now I am having RWPSWWs (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wees). Changing all the time today?

To the Porcelain Throne. Messy and a lot of evacuation material was evacuated. (Hehe!)5Fri005

I made another brew and risked leaning out of the unwanted light & View blocking, multi-glass-panes needing cleaning that I can’t even reach. With a wide outside ledge that needs the use of the stepladders (Risky in my state of health and physical condition!) And blocks the view of Chestnut Way below. That the old windows allowed, so we can look for emergency vehicles coming on site – to make up for some of us not being able to hear the fire alarm when it goes off.

Time to get the a5Fri007blutions done and get ready to go out. Which only produced one minuscule shaving cut (hardly worth mentioning really), and the slightest of toe-stubbing against the shower-seat metal leg, that made me jump a bit. A few more spots and papsules were showing up.

WD 250.70.5  Overall, the most copacetic and agreeable scrub-up session for a while. Despite the tummy being a tad more firm and 5Fri006swollen, with the heart op scars showing vividly. To me, anyway?

Oh, and a lot of itching on the stomach too?

Well pleased with things so far today. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, perhaps, don’t you think? Hmm!

WD 250.70.5 Looking at this photo much later in the day, and think I might be developing a third chin! Haha! while I was taking it, the battery-critical message kept coming up, I had to try several times before it took the picture. How or why this happened, I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I topped up the battery just a few days ago. Canon batteries, Does anyone have a similar short-life problem with theirs? Mind you, I have been taking a good few shots lately… Oh, I don’t know! There was not time to charge it now!

I was faffling about so much, making up the black bags for the chute, getting things in the pockets and bag, I soon found I had to hurry things along a bit, to avoid being late for the bus. As I left the flat, with four bags on top of the three-wheeled trolly-guide, Josie exited her flat. I asked if 13:00hrs tomorrow would be alright for her dinner to be delivered, but the poor gal was in a bit of a state, she seemed to be a little panicky. I didn’t get an answer, Josie just told me she has to go, she had an emergency going. This concerned me, and I asked if there was anything I could do to help, but she shot-off as the lift arrived. I hope things are alright for her. I’ll try to see her again later when I get back.

I dropped the sacks down the waste chute, and went down and got outside on Chestnut Walk, on my way to the bus stop. It was here that I realised I had not got a camera with me! Not that it was so bad, with the battery dying on me anyway. Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

At the bus stop was a line of nine folks in a row, some sat others stood. As I walked along to the end of the orderly passengers’ queue, I greeted each one with a cheery ‘Good morning!’ I got two replies, and one was a grunt! I listened as best I could to the conversations that were milling about, and eventually Cyndy said good morning to me, as the bus arrived. Bless her! Penny ask how I was! One lady Doreen did not look very well and was a little quiet. I hope she will be okay. Most people got off in Sherwood, I bade each farewell as I sat with the trolley on a side-saddle seat. I got two replies and one customary grunt. Haha!

Penny, Doreen, and Mary stayed on until Arnold with me. A chinwag ensued. 

I got off the bus last and went, and went into Asda (Walmart) in search of some Quorn Hot Dog Sausages on offer. But they did not have any. I soon had more than enough things to fill the shoulder bag and trolley bag too. I got some snack packs, sliced mushrooms, a milk roll bread, iced-lollies, mini-swiss rolls. On offer, some battered fishcakes, Asa clearance price battered fish and fish fingers. I paid at the self-serve checkouts. Only £10.75. As I am not having any food delivered next week. Paid and left, with the bus not due for twenty minutes, I went into the Fulton Foods shop to look for any bargains. Hehehe! I came out with some Drip-Drop mints, I can use for nibbles, and some more battered fishcakes at 6 for a pound!

The clouds kept going dark, but no rain fell. Penny and Margaret got on, but they wisely sat far away from me, and the conversation was awkward, not that we didn’t try. Hahaha! Doreen and Sheila got on in Sherwood. 

I got off of the bus last again, and Penny kindly gave Doreen a hand, and we walked back to the flats together.

In the flat, a wee-wee of the UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee) variety, many of them followed, and go the nosh away. 

On the computer to update this blog. Easier today, with not having taken any pictures while I was out. Humph!

Mail had been delivered. Age UK Insurance, I called the 345 number to renew the policy, and a recorded voice got me all confused with its explanations and descriptions, and it took ages to get through to a human being (I think?). Eventually, they took the order and said it will be seven working days, and I should receive a copy of the contract and I must go through the details on it, to make sure every item is correct. Hey-ho! A least I heard most of what was said, a good line.

5Fri24Got all caught up with the post, and got the dinner going. A right dollop of delight and I ate it all, plus some cheesy nibbles afterwards!

Potato Gratins with Leicestershire red cheese added on top, pod peas, mushrooms, tomatoes, pollack in batter, and a few Choisin crisps.

A Limoncello dessert, and spring water as well! Gannet!

Josie called, she is going to go out on stately-home visit on Saturday with some relatives, so I will not need to make and deliver her cheesy-potato meal, until Sunday.

I did the pots, had a wash, stripped for the kip, and flaked out and fell asleep while looking if anything worth watching was on the box.

Zzzz!

 

 

 

Inchcock Today – Fri 14 June 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops! – Bit of long one, sorry!

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2019 June 14

Friday 14th June 2019

Azerbaijani: Cümə günü 14 İyun 2019

00:35hrs. I woke, full of the joys of spring, happy, gay, bright, and ready for anything the world would throw at me… No, I mustn’t lie! I woke in a right-grumpy mood with life and its pain, eccentricities, dishonesty, fraudulence, unethicalness, inequity, unjustness, bigotry, crime, iniquity, dishonorableness, discrimination, inequality, prejudice, unlawfulness, unreasonableness, villainy, crookedness, deceitfulness,  bullying, underhandedness, callousness and its greedy, voracious, intemperate, self-indulgent, grasping, venal, cupidinous, materialistic, predatory, money-grabbing, pleonectic ways! Our, so-called leaders, (dubious, dishonest, dauntless and deleterious), utterly driven and ridden with their money-grabbing, ingurgitate, and usufruct desires for self-gain and personal wealth and notoriety!

WD 128. 0.128 3 2019 June 3aLuckily, my mood was soon changed as the urgent need for a wee-wee arrived. Off to the wet room. Which, unfortunately, took a little longer than I would have been comfortable with. The freeing of my becoming gargantuan-again torso from the £300, c1968, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured rickety recliner chair, was hampered by several things this morning. Arthur Itis was revisiting both of the knees, the axonotmesis and the peripheral neuropathy had got the right-hand fingers, arm and shoulder doing their involuntary hokey-cokey dance routine (but only for a minute or two, then things settled down), and I stubbed the already well-stubbed toe against the Ottoman! I may have uttered a few words of discontent under my breath, like, “Oh blow it!” or “Fancy that!”

WD 128. 0.128 3 2Tue15eBy the time I had got to the wet room, I also needed the Porcelain Throne. And what a messy evacuation I had to cope with. I had to spend what seemed an endless time, cleaning things and myself up afterwards! During which, the brain decided that either the Senna tablets had suddenly started working after weeks of failure – or, most likely, the copious amount of fresh pod peas I had eaten with last nights Cheesy potatoes, flavour rated 9.55/10 meal, had got things moving again? My money is on the amazingly tasty pod peas. Hehe!

I returned to the utility (front) room. (The computer office, bedroom, Emergency Wee-wee grey bucket storage area, Camera-charging unit, Having a Stroke in, sock-glide usage area, dining room, Vacuum cleaner storage and maintenance garage, Dropped and lost items never seen again storage area, and already stubbed, toe stubbable area facilitated surgery. Hahaha!) Had a look on the TFZer Facebook, but not for long.

WD 128. 0.128 3 A clattering noise from somewhere close by was heard? It must have been load, cause I heard it without my hearing aids in. Not that there is any point in putting them in, mind. I am still waiting to go to the clinic to have new ear-inserts measured. That will be in two weeks, I think the appointment is. Then a five or six weeks wait for them to be made, then a long wait I suppose again for another 5Fri002meeting to have them fitted?

Back to the diary; A decent look around revealed nothing by way of an explanation for the noise?

So while in the kitchen, I got the Anya potatoes in the crock-pot. I’m planning on having them cold later, so cooking them early will do no harm, I hope, at least.

5Fri001I took a picture through the unwanted, thick-framed, multi-glass windows to clean that cannot be reached, that prevent me from taking photographs of out and down, due to the ledge being too high. However, if I am in a suicidal mood, the step-ladders can be mounted and then I can hang outside to see if any fire engines are on site when a fire alarm activates, that I cannot hear anyway, goes off. It needed saying!

If I should snuff-it in 1a fire here, or fall out of the window, please ask for any compensation I might be due, for breach of care, goes to the RSPCA, thank you. Oh, and you’d better warn anyone who thinks about using my spare parts for others, about the Metal Mickey ticker. The bullet pellets still in the arm, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Prostate Pete, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Hernia Harry, Axonotmesis Alan, Peripheral Neuropathy Nigel, Sid the Stroke, Craigs Cramps, Leslie’s leg ulcer, Wally’s Water Retention, Duodenal Donald’s ulcer, Dave’s almost Deaf Earholes, Haemorrhoid Harold, Cathy’s Cataracts…

Nae! Please, just tell them not to bother! Hahaha!

At last, I made a start on the updating of the Thursday post. The dancing fingers had eased off, so I got it done a little quicker than expected, which was encouraging for once. Posted it off.

Got the morning medications were taken, and the health checks were done. The results were not as good as they have been of late, but not too bad at all, I reckon Sys 166, Dia 66, Pulse 92, and Temperature 36°c.

A mug of tea then checked on the potatoes and got on with starting this blog off.

I went on the WordPress Reader section next.

Then onto TFZer Facebooking.

I checked on the Anya potatoes in the crock-pot again. They are still hard, after over four hours on a high setting! I don’t want to quodlibetificate, but surely this can’t be right?

My aboulomania is rife and ripe this morning. With the Physio nurse coming to give me a workout this morning, I am concerned about getting out to the shops for some large potatoes for Josie’s meal-treat tomorrow. If she comes late, I will be in a pickle. I wish I could manage not to worry about this, its not the end of the world. Yet quisquousness and fretting, I do. Poor old thing!

I put the computer to sleep and we5Fri007nt off to get the ablutions sorted out. I realised as I was washing the used cup up, I had not done the hand-washing yet, so set about getting the t-shirt and socks in the bowl and cleaned and left them soaking while I got the teggies, shave and shower tended to. I took my time and used the shower-seat today. It felt so unnatural. Got dressed and had another search for the mysteriously disappeared sample return envelope – it must have gotten thrown away by mistake?

All refreshed, I got the hand-washing rinsed well, wrung-out as best I could, and hung up the shirt on a hanger to drip dry. I put the socks on the flat airer.

I was doing well this Friday, no Whoopsies had stopped coming, and I was feeling better in myself overall.

WD 128. 0.128 3 The phone rang, and it was a lady from the Doctors surgery. Apparently, I had not answered her last Email. So, well told off, she told me to send an email telling them I had received the dosages, which she then gave me verbally. But I was a little confused by them, they were as I wrote them down as she spoke: Today 0 – Mon 1 – Tue 1½ – Wed  1½ – Thur 1½ – Fri 1 – Sat 1½ – Sunday 1½?

5Fri007aWD 128. 0.128 3 I managed with and with complete ease, showing my ineptitude and stupidity, to scold a finger on the right-hand (It had to be that hand with the Peripheral neuralgia of course!) while making a mug of tea.

The pleasant Stroke Physio lady arrived and was kind to me, and we had a little chinwag. A limited range of exercises, and off, she trotted to her next patient. It was 10:26hrs, so obviously I was going to miss the 10:30hrs bus down the hill. So I decided to take some photographs from the balcony, then set off on foot to the Chemists to find out when the prescriptions were due for delivery.

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WD 128. 0.128 3 I got in a bit of a state rushing around getting ready. Eventually, I departed, with the shoulder bag and the three-wheeled trolley, in case the medications were ready to collect, but I don’t th5Fri007bink they will be. It’s just the beta-blockers that I am short of. Confusion-Mode-Continuing!

I took some black bags to the rubbish chute on the way out.

I was soon trying to avoid the rain puddles along Chestnut Way.

To the end of the way and right down Winchester Street. A bit of a struggle, as usual, to get by the pavement parked vehicles, thus situated to make room for the L9 bus to get through.

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I had to go around in the end, onto the road, the danged trolley nearly tipped over. Still, after two-years of contractors vehicles parked on the pavement, and the prospect of it continuing until the end of next November, I’ve got used to it, now.

5Fri12No altercations on the way down and onto Mansfield Road, and left towards Carrington.

At least the rain had stopped, and it wasn’t cold at all.

WD 128. 0.128 3 A little further on, a Pavement Cyclist shot out of an entrance on the left, and all but had me over!

I crossed over the road to be on the Chemists side and continued up the hill.

5Fri09I noticed at the bus stop as I hobbled by, the Subway franchise was advertising Vegan Your Way on the boarding. It had a disclaimer showing in tiny letters at the bottom of the advert; ‘Subway Your Way products may have come into contact with none-vegan and meat products during the preparation.’ Gawd, they have to cover themselves nowadays to avoid being prosecuted, I suppose?

WD 128. 0.128 35Fri11 A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was going up the hill. I’m not sure that this ignorant, bullying, uncaring, anti-social excuse for a human being was not the same one that hit me last February as I limped along the same bit of road coming home from the surgery?

But he had decent legs, Hehehe!

5Fri014Over the crest and down into Carrington.

At the smelly rubbish-bin point, I saw the Nottingham City Council had placed a large tub of flowers.

A good job we have Labour in charge, or I wouldn’t have a home, and flowers like this beauty to admire. No idea what it is, but it had braved the cigarette nubs, empty beer cans, and 5Fri015bottles that had been thrown in the bin! With the rubbish cage and bins right next to it, I could not understand why people had used the flower bed and not the supplied boxes to rid themselves of their waste?

Then realised, of course, that earth’s tellurians are to blame.

Mankind is doomed!

5Fri016WD 128. 0.128 3 The next few hundred yards, there was so many Pavement Cyclist that I could not picture anywhere near all of them. 

The bottom one was coasting downhill at such a rate of knots, he came from behind. I didn’t expect him to come, so suddenly and close to me as he shot by.

WD 128. 0.128 3 The force of the wind he created was so strong, I called something nasty to him, that questioned his parentage! But he could not hear me. Probably just as well, or he might have got off and knocked-hell out of me. Hehe!

WD 128. 0.128 3 I got to the Carrington Pharmacy. Where I was told that I had a two-months supply of prescriptions collected by a nurse, and there was definitely a sufficient supply of Bisoprolol. The next is to arrive in July. Again, no date was given, it never it by them! This caused me some concern, and I mentioned that I have only five tablets left? He told me to ask my Doctor if I needed extra. I’m afraid that seeing my Doctor usually takes two to three weeks. He gave me some Furesomide tablets from 30th May? The different nurses have been dealing with the prescriptions and medicines for me, and to be honest, I’m just confused altogether now. I explained how things were with me now, and struggle for logicality and frustration abounds. At least I think I said it, but there was no reaction, it was as if I hadn’t spoken at all. Did I imagine talking? I was downhearted and told him: “Not to worry, I’ll do without!” Boy, I was pissed off! I walked out.

WD 128. 0.128 3 After going twelve weeks without the toenails being cut, due to being hospitalised, it took me three more weeks to get the doctor to arrange a referral for a paediatrician to examine the feet and to cut the toenails. Two weeks later, I got the appointment at the Sherwood Health Centre, for a meeting in another two week’s time! “Depressed, Pissed-Off and Had Enough Mode Adopted!”

WD 128. 0.128 3 I foolishy called in the Lidl store. Shopping is a kind of therapy to me, a costly one! I got to the self-serve checkouts with, Rocky bars, Caramel bars for the Social Hour Nibbles that I can no longer attend? Frozen potato cubes, and some baking potatoes and Tuna lumps in water, for Josie’s Saturday nosh. 

5Fri017WD 128. 0.128 3 As I came out from the store, feeling a mixture of frustration at the medications having gone wrong, and needing to be sorted, and pure hatred when I saw two Nottinghamian scumbag Pavement Cyclists weave their bullying way through some people, and go by the bus stop. Swine!

At least the timing was not too bad this time. I had about forty minutes to get to Sherwood to connect with the L9 bus back home up the hill.

WD 128. 0.128 3 I joined the lugubrious looking passengers waiting for a bus in the shelter. They were all uncommunicative when I offered a smile and said ‘Good Morning’ to them. Oh dear! 

The bus was in Sherwood within a few minutes, and I got off at the Post Office shop.

I crossed the road and had plenty of time to call in the Oxfam, and then the Mind charity shops for a poke around.

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It said a lot for humankind, my finding both shops cram-packed with potential customers. I didn’t buy anything from either shop. But I enjoyed watching the obviously, ‘after-money-making’ merchants. One man and woman had books and catalogues with them, one from John Pye Auction House. I could almost see mucous secretion dribbling 5Fri018out of the woman’s lips as she looked carefully and excitedly at an old tea set in a cabinet – followed by Hubby consulting one of his books, and the utter dejection on both of their faces that followed… I assumed he had found out the tea service was not worth much, after all! Hahaha! I almost felt sorry for them, until I remembered they were just two more of the ever-growing number of Line one’s pockets, have one’s ship come in, make a pretty penny, laugh 5Fri013all the way to the bank, strike it lucky, make a fortune folk, out for something for nothing. But, I am not interested in riches, affluence, opulence or prosperity. Surely proof of my insanity? Hehe!

I exited and made my way up the hill towards the bus shelter. Noticing this new sign on Mansfield Road as I hobble along.

I was the only person at the bus stop, and the pain from the foot and toes was sufficient to make me sit-down. Something I usually avoid due to Arthur Itis playing up when I have to stand again. Several other buses passed, a few dropping off, but no one got on any of them? Suddenly, it was as if a football match had just ended, and a mass of people turned up at the shelter.

5Fri019But none from the flats. When the L9 arrived, I was the only person who got on. I was soon back at Windwood Heights.

The place was almost deserted. No signs of any workmen at all. Although there were signs of their activities along Chestnut Way.

The puddles had drained away while I was out on my walk (hobble, then).

5Fri019aMore signs of the workmen’s activities as I got inside and to the lift foyer.

They had been working on the cut-through passageway to the new block and what will be eventually, the location of the Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden’s new HQ, roof garden, new extra care flats, paediatrician, hairdressers and new reprimanding Inchcock cell. Haha!

I was utterly drained, shattered. All the walking, and the medications farce etc. had done for me. I had an unexpected LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-Wee) and got the meal cooking.

5Fri20I was ready to fall asleep while I was standing up. This bothered me a tad?

I got the food prepared after a while, an tucked into it, but could not eat it all. I put this down to how I felt, burnt-out, zonked, fagged-out, weak, almost narcoleptic!

I managed to do the washing of the pots and put the TV on, Rumpole of the Baily to watch, (but I just knew this would not happen) and fell on the £300 second-hand, c1968, rusty recliner and almost immediately fell asleep.

WD 128. 0.128 3 I was sickened when the landline rang, and the light flashed! At first, I thought of ignoring it altogether. Then thinking it might be the Chemist or Chiropodist, I rushed best as I could to answer it before they rang off…

I made it in time, amazingly it was Siste Jane, and the heart-stopped a second as I began to expect bad news, she would not ring this late knowing my sleep pattern unless it was. Thankfully, it was not bad news. Phew! She had sent me an email. I’m not sure if anything else was said or arranged though, my still being sleepy-eyed. Just glad it was not bad news!

WD 128. 0.128 3 Then, as I returned confused to the £300 second-hand rickety-recliner, that looked oh, so appealing, I stubbed the damned already stubbed six times toe this week, again! Seven times now!  So, tired as I still was, the pain… nae, the agony kept me awake for a while. As it eased off, I got back to sleep. Ahh!