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Wed Sept 16: Inchcock Today

Wednesday 16^th September 2015

**Morning View – Just before the rain started**

P1020020 — **Morning View – Just before the rain started**

Up at 0620hrs, got lots of sleep in last night and can’t recall any dreams.

WC, no bleeding from Little Inch or the rear end. Super!

Took photo from the kitchen window (Above).

Finished the Tuesday diary and posted it.

Asda order arrived delivered by a polite but wet driver. Who warned me of the weather. Bit of bad luck, the folders I’d bought were not the type I thought and no use for what I wanted them for. Tsk! Also the substituted some goods again with stuff I didn’t really like!

Put me stuff away – freezer and fridge now really bulging!

Took rubbish to the chute at 0800hrs, started this diary off and decided to go to town and pick some folders of the type I need from a Stationery shop, will try to catch the 0930 L9 bus into town.

Had a wash and shave and put me big coat on cause of the threat of heavy rain to come.

Walked to the Winwood Community shed but no staff there again.

Back to the reception and had a chin-wag with some of the residents. Caught the L9 bus into town, using me precious free pensioners bus-pass of course.

Dropped off the bus and walked in the drizzle up Goosegate and down into the City Centre.

The café’s were putting out their chairs and tables for the rich to come and eat later – I say this because the nearest one to the camera had a sign outside telling us all of a Special Offer on between 1000 and 1200hrs this week only! Buy any £15.00 ($23.20)! portion of their seafood-pizza and get a second one for half price!

I walked on through the Slab-Square where I came a cross a frightening sight… 28 Nottingham ankle-snappers with only 7 people on guard duty with them! Hehehe!

The CPO (Community Police Officer) on duty in front of the Council House soon moved away into the building when he saw these arriving – mind you he was probably just warning those inside to hide their wallets and get ready for a physical onslaught?

Down Exchange Walk and into the Stationery shop – got a folder thingy that holds 30 files so that should do me for me sorting and storing on me documents.

Up back into the city centre, just as a tram was at South Parade platform and another coming into it from the other direction.

Observe the Nottingham shoplifters never-changing attitude to moving traffic and the rules of the road?

That reminded me, I haven’t had an answer to the email I sent to the local police about Nottingham Pavement Cyclists yet – wondered if I will get one eventually?

I sneaked some seeds to the pigeons on me way to take some Bling photographs for the TFZ gals.

These new crop of young pigeons are nippy yer know.

Missed again… Tsk!

As I got towards the corner with King Street, I looked up at Little John the council house clock to check the time for me catching the bus back to Woodthorpe Court and noticed some stonework for the first time, so I got me new camera out and zoomed in – a bit easier to get this shot than the pigeon earlier Hehe.

Great to be able to get a shot like this from so far away with me new Panasonic Lumix 570 with 30 x zoom. Just showing off a bit here, sorry.

Still never ceases to amaze me how the masons managed to get it all in place and for it to stay there for so long?

Not to mention the artist who had to sculpt then first.

Walked up King Street to the top, plenty of time to catch the bus, so I stood on the corner hoping for a good camera shooting incident – and I got one too – not what I was hoping for mind:

A Post Office Van drove up the hill and turned of the road… on the zebra crossing onto the pavement! You can see his wet tyre marks where he drove off the crossing! Then he parked in the middle of the pavement and went into the Post Office presumably to collect some mail?

Not that he had much option I suppose, it’s a nightmare parking anywhere in Nottingham City Centre nowadays – unless your driving the Lord Mayors Jaguar of course.

I got a parking ticket one Sunday when I was responding to an alarm activation!

Caught the bus and didn’t nod off! Yes! Didn’t nod off! It was close mind…

Got in and hunger pangs tingled so I got me nosh early.

Hot dog sausages, apple, tomatoes, some delightful sweet cooked beetroot by the Lincolnshire Beetroot Company via Asda, not cheap, but excellent taste, garden peas, cheese cubed, bread thins and some mushrooms and red peppers that I’d marinated in olive oil. Where and how the strawberry cream cakes got there I can’t imagine. Had to force missen to eat them…

Wash me pots and then got sorting through the bags and box’s in the bedroom to find any paperwork so as I could collate it with the pile in the front room, ready to sort them into their relevant wallets like.

Two hours later, and I’d only worked me way through a third of the bags in the bedroom – not even thought about getting to those in the living room! Tsk!

Made a cuppa and took me medications.

The usual rained and weariness came over me. I feel terrible cause it really looks like I’ve not got owt done – despite me bestest efforts. With the files and wallets laying all over waiting to get sorted the place looks worse than this morning now… Huh!

The postman cameth… one for Margaret the previous tenant and two for your truly.

One the INR test results and one from the Nottingham City Homes. Telling me to qualify for the Responsible Tenant Reward I need to:

Pay me rent on time (Direct debit)
Keep me annual gas safety appointment (Although the place is all-electric?).
Behave respectfully, not cause any anti-social behaviour or be abusive to staff?
Keep my garden or balcony tidy
Not cause any damage to my home (As if!)
Have been a tenant since 1st November 2014 (That’s me out then!)
Be registered to vote at this address

A leaflet about ‘My Big Birthday Bash’ Fun for all the family? Free Lunch Graffiti artists? Bouncy Castle! Gardening workshop and much more! I see…

Another leaflet: Nottingham City Council and Nottingham City Homes would like your views about whether we should join the Rental Exchange. It means that we’d share your payment history with Experian, unless you ask us not to, but it would only be accessed by companies when you give your permission. If you are a good rent payer we think it would be beneficial. (To who?).

We will consider all feedback and views of tenants overall before making a decision on whether to support participation.

Let us know what you think.

I filled it in and went to the Post Box calling at the Winwood Community shed en route – all locked up of course.

Posted the from off returned and sent an email to Deana asking if she could assist me with phoning the Electoral place about me not hearing owt about me being on the register at this flat – at her leisure of course and if she could find the time like.

Flipping wind is gerrin’ up out there now.

Managed to lose me SD card from the camera – I took the card out of the laptop to take the photo of the letter, went in t’kitchen to put kettle on but could not find it anywhere when I returned – Whoopsiedangleplop of sorts. Spent ages searching, but… no luck! I had to use one from another camera. Tsk and Huh! Lost the photo’s now! Cobblewangledrip I am!

Started to worry about things all of a sudden.

My confidence has gone into the ether.

Still awake at 0200hrs. Tsk!

Tue 15 Sept 15: Inchcock Today – Knuckled down to sorting stuff out! Well…

Tuesday 15^th September 2015

Woke at 0445hrs: No cramps last night – I put it down to the magnificent magnesium tablets.

No memories of dreams, just a sensation and certain knowledge that I’d had many and didn’t like them? They left a sense of guilt, terrible guilt in me for some unknown reason?

Determined that I should get me medications pots done, and make a start on sorting some of the bags that need doing today overcame me.

I decided to get yesterdays diary finished and posted, then do me Facebooking and make a start on this diary first, being as it is too early to start me sorting yet (Noise – neighbours).

WC’d, made a cuppa and took me medications.

WC’d again, no blood from little Inchy yet.

Started on the laptop. Facebooked, emails did a graphicalisation for the TFZers site (For Pat) and then got on with sorting me medication pots out like a good boy.

I did an order from Asda for tomorrow and ordered some A4 folders in the hope that I can sort out me official paperwork into individual folders for each department like.

Rang BJ to see how he was going, he seemed alright bless him.

He’s coming to see me tomorrow, no, Thursday if his car gets repaired.

Had a wash and shave and titivated up, then did me medication pots up.

Out of me Omega capsules, so I got ready and went on a walk to Holland & Barrett on Sherwood to get some with the smaller tablets if they had any.

Called at the Community shed on the way out and dropped off some more mail for the previous tenant – nobody around in the shed again.

Up through Woodthorpe Park and into Sherwood, one or two of the regular Nottingham Pavement Cyclists en-route.

Over the hill (No not talking about missen…Hehe) down and across the pelican lights into the Holland & Barrett shop as the sun struggled to come out.

The nice lady looked for some Omega3 for me in smaller capsule but found none – she sold me some liquid stuff with lemon in it. the label reads that it can be taken by using it as salad dressings like?

Walked back to the flat and put me bottle away, then WC’d – Little Inchy’s lesion only leaking the slightest bit.

I looked at the bags that needed sorting in the living room and shuddered at the thought.

Then I looked at the terribly large amount of bags and box’s that need sorting in the bedroom and shuddered even more violently.

Laptop on to update this diary.

I decided to get some sleeves files or whatever you call them to sort out the paperwork into different relevent sections, Utilities, insurance, Nottingham City Homes, the old house, bills, water rates, council tax… etc.

I ordered some A4 folders with me Asda order for delivery tomorrow – hopefully this will force me to make a proper start at sorting further?

The now usual tiredness and weariness overcame me, and I got me nosh on sharpish.

Checked emails, no answer from the police about me Pavement cyclist email I sent them.

Facebooked a while then got me nosh ready and enjoyed it muchly.

Seasoned baked beans, bread thins, oven fries, crispy bacon – followed by some very naughty Lemon Cheesecake and Fromage frais.

Good this was, rated it 8.8/10.

Settled down to read me book while awaiting an episode of New Tricks coming on BBC 1 at 2100hrs.

Nodded off waking up just before 2100hrs and put the set on to watch New Tricks – It’s lost it for me has New Tricks, all the actors have changed? Don’t like this lot and the humour has gone from the scripts – not that this bothered me much though, I fell asleep after about ten minutes.

Tsk!

Sun 13 Sept 15: Inchcock Today – A day in to get some work done… but…

Sunday 13^th September 2015

Woke at 0615hrs: Full of memories of some of me dreams, the one I recalled best was of me in a frogman’s outfit that had cockroaches inside the helmet, I was at the bottom of the ocean, and a fish (fresh-water Carp like one) was trying to break into me helmet? Duncan Robertson, well his head anyway, was floating around and talking to the fish – no idea what he was saying like. For some reason I was searching I think, for me hearing aids on the bottom of the ocean? Duncan disappeared and returned with a note on a school easel and pointed it out to me, it said “Ferry on the way, don’t burnt your porridge?” Lots happened then but I can’t recall what exactly, only that I found myself on a bus driving along the sea-bed and Duncan was the bus conductor, and he hit me with his ticket machine and threw me off the bus without my frogman’s outfit, but handed me a sign printed ‘Help’ first, then started eating the cockroaches?

I got up and WC’d then made a cuppa and took me medications.

Laptop on and got into finishing yesterdays diary off and doing some graphic preparation work, and created the dream-scene above.

Then I put an advertisement on the Streetwise sight to sell me microwave cooker.

Got carried away and me tea went cold, made another and when I was in t’kitchen noticed a lady with her two dogs 13 floors below outside on the field.

This for some reason cheered me up, seeing the dogs tails wagging furiously and her giving them fuss and attention, so I took a photo of them with me Panasonic camera.

Not one of me best, but they were a long way away – that’s my excuse anyway I say. Hehe!

Still didn’t get me second cuppa though – Little Inchy was very sore and leaked a bit of blood again, so I went in t’bathroom and tended to him.

Not complaining at all though, me other ailments were all apparently giving me a rest this morning: The Ulcer was nae bother at all, the reflux valve had gone down nicely, the skin cancer wound was only itching a bit and no pain whatsoever, Arthur Itis was not bad at all, Anne Gyna was calm too. The hernia only gave me little twinges, and the bruise from me last Whoopsiedangleplop had all but disappeared, so only Little Inchy bothering me at the moment! Great! Add to this the being cheered up by seeing the woof-woofs so happy, I’m feeling very contented for once.

I sent a message to the local police about the many pavement Cyclists on the roads locally:

Good morning,

I’m writing to ascertain what the law really is about cyclists riding on the pavement locally to me. (anywhere really I suppose).

Being elderly and not so nimble nowadays, every time I go out to Sherwood I see cyclist on the pavements.

I realise they may find it dangerous on the roads – but not one of the dozens I have photographed and hundreds I have seen have had a honker, horn or bell on their bikes.

My being partially deaf this would not help me much anyway I know.

I have had cyclist on the pavement coming from behind at great speed, many of them using the mobile phone whilst riding.

giving me and others I’ve spoken to a nasty shock – on three occasions I’ve been hit by them, none of them stopped afterwards either.

They in escaping danger for themselves are creating danger and hassle for the less able pedestrians.

If they are too scared to use the roads they shouldn’t be on a bike.

I enclose just a few of those I’ve caught with me camera.

This is a serious worry and concern for me, and many others in the aided-flats i live in now, after moving from my house to avoid the local yobs.

I’m really concerned almost frightened to go out lately so many of them and they do not slow down, and just give abuse if I mention anything about their possible illegal activities.

Thank you.

Made yet another cuppa and got on with this diary, then did some Facebooking, checked me emails and blogged.

Rated 8.8/10 Super-good Nosh this one: Virgin oiled red peppers, wonderful roast parsnips, cubed potatoes, beetroot, red onion, beef pasty, apple, roast potatoes, garden peas & carrots. Followed by Blackcurrant jelly & cream!

Got me nosh going.

Did some Facebooking while it cooked the settled down to eat it.

Rated this one 8.8/10, very nice.

Beef pasty, red onions, garden peas, carrots, beetroot, roast parsnips cubed potatoes, red peppers marinated in Virgin oil and roast potatoes.

The usual tiredness came over me quickly. so I updated this diary to here, made a cuppa and took me medications.

Had a bath – falling asleep in it – Tsk!

Then got me head down – eventually nodding off.

Sat 12 Sept 15: Inchcock Today: Spontaneous bus-ride to Derby today

Saturday 12^th September 2015

It took me a while to get to sleep last night – but when I did nod off, I stayed off – No WC visits until I woke up a good seven hours later!

No memory of any dreams this morning? Rare that.

WC’d made a cuppa and took me medications.

Laptop on and finished yesterdays diary. Did some Facebooking between visits to the porcelain.

Did some graphicalisationing.

I noticed how ‘off’ and amusing the haemorrhoid cushion made me new second-hand chair look – perhaps a search for a brown cushion cover would be an idea?

Yes, I think so…

Did a bit more Facebooking! Tsk, addicted, me?

Went in the bedroom (Not easy that, so much stuff in there that needs sorting) and picked the first few old LPs from the box – took me back looking at these for the first time donkeys years.

Three of me favourite singers from the time long ago. They’ll have to go though, anyone wanting to make a bid, please feel free, there are many more to pick from as well.

Forced missen to get a wash un shave and ready fora trip into town in search of a brown circular cushion cover – then thought I’d better measure the circumference of the cushion to make sure if I do get one, it fits. 16″ it is.

I might go to Derby to have a look, give me a run out. Must make sure me Pensioners free bus-pass is in me pocket – check! Now for me wash…

Got missen ready and went out to catch the L9 from outside the flats – but missed it. So I walked up into Woodthorpe Park and down into Sherwood and caught a bus there into town.

Into Victoria bus station and used me pensioners free bus pass on the Red Arrow express bus to Derby – I was there in twenty-three minutes.

Out of the bus station and to the side of the river Derwent near the step – it was drizzling with rain on and off, so as it had stopped temporarily I fed the pigeons and ducks straight away, so I could get some photographs of them.

There were not the usual amount of them around (pigeons) so I assumed another cull had taken place.

As for the Canadian Geese, I’ve never seen so many, the river, grass, and steps were covered in Canadian geese.

No mallards though? My favourites too, Tsk!

There were many young geese about, and that made me realise why there were so any today, they must have just had their young.

Judging by the markings on these ones on the grass, they are all from the same family – I wonder how many eggs they lay then?

I wondered over to the Eagle market place and had a wander around and found the shop where I thought I might get the circular cushion covers from. But no, none to be had.

I did however get two of the sleeveless jackets with many pockets off of the market.

Good price I think too, thick one £14.99, thinner one £9.99.

Made me way back to the bus-station and being a Saturday it was well busy, the rain had stopped.

Thought I’d catch a Y7 bus, the on that takes in all the villages en-route and take three times as long for the journey – but I reckoned I might be able to get some pictures taken on the way.

Not a successful idea at all – I fell asleep when we left the bus-station after I took the first photographicalisation and woke up 36 miles later when we were arriving in Nottingham! Tsk!

Still, the sky was caught looking different?

And at least this time someone didn’t have to wake me up.

I dropped off the bus and called in the Pound Shop on Wheeler Gate for a nosey around – and found some Rattan storage baskets similar to the ones I’d just bought from Morrison’s – naturally they were £1 each and 2 for a quid for the smaller ones – Morrison’s were on offer at £2.99 – Humph!

The pound shop ones are on the carpet in this photo I took later at the flat.

I hobbled (Me feet were bad now, but me knees weren’t too bad at all) to the end of Wheeler Gate.

There were Muslims at a make-shift counter come desk looking for folk to convert, and gangs of them around the edges of the precinct. Still, they weren’t apparently doing anything out-of-order.

I limped up Exchange Walk calling at the banks ATM to replace the money I’d spent like.

Into the slab square and had a ponder around, as I had 40 minutes to kill to catching the last L9 bus of the day.

I wondered around and took a photo of the German BBQ food stall.

One of the gals on the TFZ site who’d seen yesterdays photo of the stall asked me what else they sold, so I made a note, it was either Pat or Marie who asked (I think – if it wasn’t I’m in trouble – oh dear!)

They had on offer: German sausages, potatoes with onions and secret spices, pulled pork baguette and something in a jar that looked like testicles but green and brown tinged?

The ankle-snappers on the wooden furniture didn’t impress the owner of that stall when they got down on the seats – he had price tickets on them too – they were for sale not for use for eaters!

The chap who owned the stall very nicely pointed this out to the kids – and got a tirade of abuse from the parents of the kids – who didn’t seem to understand what the man was saying. Obviously they were natives of Nottingham.

I noticed the people around me lose interest in the contretemps twixt the poor stall owner and the family, and started looking behind me. As I turned to take a look at whatever had caught their imagination (Not an easy thing to do with Nottinghamians yer know!) I heard the chanting something to ‘We will not be moved’ style from the a few hundred protesters who marched around the slab square and back up Queen Street to the speaker’s corner near Brian Clough’s statue.

I followed them cause their banners were too small to read and I couldn’t hear a word they were chanting about. I’m Nosey yer know!

It took me a while t get there and as i approached speaker two young girls were walking away from him and laughing their heads off?

When I found that the marchers were chanting ‘All immigrants are welcome in Nottingham’ it confused me a bit. Because Nottingham is taking in and housing a bigger percentage of immigrants than any other town in England, well the second highest anyway. I’d have thought they would be marching to thank the Council, not get aggressive about it?

Thinking about the girls laughing, maybe they were disappointed UK IP voters?

I pressed on up the street and called into Greggs and got a cob to nibble on the way home.

As I was taking a photo of the pedestrians crossing Upper Parliament Street and juggling eating me cob at the same time, the alarm went off at the Cash shop on Kings Walk.

Just thought I’d mention it because no one did anything, no police arrived and customers (or crooks?) kept going in and out of the place. Was I imagining it?

I went down and caught the last L9 bus back to the flats. I’d nodded off before we’d gone a hundred yards, kept waking and nodding all the way, just couldn’t fight it this time – luckily a lady on the bus recognised me and shook me awake with a disarming smile as we approached the flats bus-stop.

I thanked her, felt a fool and told missen to get to bed early tonight. (Wotta Clod I be!)

Got in and WC’s, hung up me jacket and checked in the fridge to see what to have for me nosh tonight.

It seems I’ve overdone the buying in of fodder again.

Took the photo of me £1 Rattan baskets against the dearer ones.

Changed into me night gear and had a rinse.

Then started to update this diary like.

Got me nosh ready to have later.

Salad, a biggun mind. But I was not impressed with me efforts at all. The meats was tasteless, and somehow I just didn’t enjoy it so much as I thought I would do.

Rated this one 7/10.

Tiredness and weariness dawned, got me head down – an hour later still not ogt off, read me book a bit, that did it.

TTFN.

Thu 10 Sept 15: Inchcock Today

Thursday 10^th September 2015

Woke at 0515hrs – Feeling a bit perkier.

WC’s, cleaned and creamed me bleeding parts. Tsk!

Made a cuppa and took me medications. Laptop on.

Did some graphics in response to an email from Marie Young hoping she might use it.

Finished off yesterdays Diary and got it posted, then started this one-off.

The lump from me Whoopsiedangleplop yesterday has gone down a lot.

The Iceland delivery arrived and I put the stuff away… ish!

WC’d and got me things ready – The laundry and accoutrements, rubbish beg and recycling bags to put down the chute on me way down to the laundry room, bag with me crossword book in it, and set off to the chute, then lift… realised I’d not got me hearing aids in – nipped back to the flat and put em in like.

To the lifts again and down t’laundry room.

Only the first machine free so used that one.

It started, the indicator telling me I had 25 minutes until it finished.

Now the lady last week told me it took an hour?

Had I miss-heard her? Had I selected the wrong programme?

I nipped to the Community shed but no one was in again.

Returned and did me crosswording for about 15 minutes, then I nipped in to check the machine – and it now told me I had 45 minutes left???

Back to the crosswords.

Eventually it finished and then I had to take out someone’s drying from the drier as it had finished a good while earlier, to put mine in. I knew this machine took an hour after having used it before like. So I nipped up to the flat and got the donations for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop in a bag, and took a walk through the park into Sherwood

Half way up the hill into the park there is a bench near the gravel path until.

Here I noticed a new species pf plant growing next to it.

I think I’ll Christen them ‘Stella-Di-Alcoh. Hehe!

On into Sherwood and dropped the stuff off at the Hospice shop.

Luckily a bus was due as I passed the stop, so I caught the bus back to the flats. Had a chin-wag en route with some other tenants who were on the bus.

I realised what the noise must have been that I heard earlier when I saw the contractors equipment opposite the flat. No sign of any workers now mind.

Back in the laundry room it wasn’t long before me togs were ready.

Up to the flat and just made the WC in time. Put me togs away and got a meal on – It was supposed to be a treat for missen – Beef and Veg in black bean sauce, potatoes and chips (Only a few mind!).

I got it in the oven and started to update this diary – later I smelt the burning…

Kerplatzworthness!

Despite what it looked like, I added some beetroot and dried roast onions to it and ate the lot – it was right tasty too! In fact, I rated it 8.8/10.

Took me evening med’s.

Getting tired now and I have to stay up for a visitor coming between 9 and 10-pm. I deliberately didn’t tell you it was me Morrison’s delivery to keep you guessing… oh, sugar, too late now.

WC’d again and cleaned the oven and some surfaces.

Got an email from the doctors asking me to make an appointment for me next INR Warfarin blood level check. Got in for next Monday at 1030hrs. Put it in e Google diary.

Tomorrow I plan to attempt to open the kitchen window (I just couldn’t manage it today, fingers you know) and get it cleaned. I just hope me fingers will let me hold the knob and Arthur Isis permits me reach up and pull it around and down. Then tackle the kitchen surfaces, then the kitchen floor mopped up. We’ll see eh?

If I manage it and have any energy left, I might clean the bathroom up then…

I didn’t nod off while I stayed up late waiting for the delivery. Rare that!

Tried putting on the TV and that did it – off I went. Luckily I’d set the alarm for just before the delivery came.

The Morrison man arrived and I stored away the stuff. I got some plastic trays again so should have enough to use in the 1967 G-Plan designed cabinet.

I thought about Patti Bekert and her art-show. When I get some more piccies of her art I’ll do another graphicalisation.

I wondered how Angie was doing with her move to another apartment. Bet she’s so busy, I hope she manages okay. Sent her a hug and best wishes through the ether.

TTFN all.

Tue 8 Sept 15: Inchcock Today – Dentist, extraction and filling – No tooth Fairy though, Tsk!

Tuesday 8^th September 2015

Woke at 0315hrs – Blimey it’s cold this morning. WC’d, ‘Little Inchy’ worse than ever, blood all over me togs, more extra washing again, Tsk!

Made a cuppa and took me medications as I shivered away – I must get to see someone today to explain this Night-Storage heating system and how it works.

Laptop on and finished yesterdays and started this diary. The USB extension thingy still have to be plugged-unplugged several times before the laptop can read it?

Finished a graphic on Coreldraw X7 and Corelpaint of Patricia Kropf.

I’ve been working on this one for a time now when I’ve had the chance.

Glad itcame out alright.

Remembered the Morrison delivery coming this morning, then I have to get ready for the visitation to the dentist for me extraction and filling.

Lesser men than I would be nervous about this yer know.

Doesn’t bother me in the slightest, no fear at all, I welcome the pain.

Made a cuppa and then had a spruce-up, shave and… other things in the bathroom…

Took rubbish and recycle bags and threw them down the waste hute on me way to the community shed to ask Deana if they could so anything with helping me to be able to open the kitchen window to clean it.

She is on holiday, at the same time that the Camp Obergruppenfurher Julie is? Bad planning that innit?

Walked up and through Woodthorpe Park and into Sherwood, avoiding the many Pavement cyclists and dogs en-route.

Arrived in plenty of time for the dentist so I called in the charity shop to see if they had any furniture, bed or curtains I might invest in.

They hadn’t.

Back to the Polish dentists, where the receptionist who scares the hell out of me was on duty. I handed her me appointment letter… She looked on the computer and gave me a look of disdain adding: “I am calling you this morning and you are not answering no!”

Me: “No, I mean yes that’s right, I was in the bath when you called, there was no number to ring back on, so I didn’t know it was you.

Her: “This is not good! The dentist is off sick! I needed to inform you, Yes!”

Me: “Not my fault is it?”

Her: “Ve vill have to make anther appointment” – the keys rattled on her machine and she handed me a print-out of the new appointment – 18th Sept!

Me: “Where will I be sending the charge to?” I asked smilingly

Her: “Wos?!

Me: “Well you inform me that if I fail to turn up for any appointment, you will charge me a minimum of £18.50. So who do I charge the £18.50 to then?”

Her: “We no pay, you failed to answer your phone!”

Me: “Which I wouldn’t have done if your dentist had not gone sick – yes?”

Her: At this she turned and spoke with one of the other camp Kommandant receptionists then said: “Ve can take you off of our list your are avare of this yes?”

Me: Grinning broadly I replied: “I was joking, only joking, but you agree it should work both vays yes?” I enjoyed that!

I left and wobbled down to Wilko’s, where I went in to get some more wood dye.

I came out with an a 16mb SD card, £5 wardrobe organiser, Pledge polish, Wipe roll, Dusters, soap capsules, Olive oil, kitchen cleaner, bathroom cleaner and 375mg magnesium & Vit B tablets!

Walked up through Sherwood to the bus-stop and had a peep see if the L9 or L8 bus was due.

Found I’d just missed them both.

Hey-ho.

Me:

Got some bits from the Cooperative store.

Some red peppers, and a packet of biscuits.

Pavement cyclists were about as usual but with the two bags I could not get me camera out in tome to catch em.

The traffic was building up as I limped up the hill over it and into Woodthorpe Park.

Getting a bit nippy now.

A feeling came over me that I must top this spending.

For some reason I remembered dreaming of Lynton Cox last night – something about him giving a lecture and I couldn’t get the lectern lights to work?

As I walked up the footpath through the park up to where I turn right and down to the flats, I noticed a chap with a dog on the longest lead I’ve ever seen.

It wasn’t one of those reel-in-out ones.

In this picture the hap still had more dog-lead in loops on his arm to use.

I walked through a little clump of trees in the way down the hill in hopes of seeing some wild-life to photograph.

When I came out of the wood, a beautiful scene met me.

Back onto the path and down to the flats.

Got in the flat, WC’d, and got the laptop on.

Updated this tosh.

Put the new date for the dentist visit in my Google diary.

Got me salad ready: Cheese, apple, sliced tossed peppers in Virgin Oil, raw garden peas, tomatoes, potatoes, lettuce, beetroot, potato salad, pork and pickle pork pie and some parsnips I roasted in’t oven – and burnt!

Did some graphicalisationing and then got the nosh down me. Rated it 8.6/10

The weariness dawned again and I did nowt but snooze for ten minutes or so, wake-up, pass wind and snooze again all night! Tsk!

Mon 7 Sept 15: Inchcock Today – Medical mayhem

Monday 7^th September 2015

Up at 0230hrs… WC visit.

Arthur Itis not so bad this morning. But give him time…

Made a cuppa and started the laptop. Had a problem with getting the external storage drive to load. Tried connecting through the new multi-USB thing then directly to the laptop – which didn’t find it? After many attempts suddenly it read it?

So I downloaded all me work saved onto it to the Documents folder on the laptop – which defeats the object of having the external-drive in the first place to save using space on me hard-drive? Tsk!

Finished Sundays diary off and got it posted, then started on this one.

WC’d.

After a couple of hours I’d caught up, made a cuppa and took me medications.

GP for me Warfarin blood tests this morning, then the clinic to have ‘Little Inch’ looked at again.

It’s a bit nippy this morning and drab with it.

Took a photograph from the kitchen window here to show you.

It’s grand having a view like this every morning to look at.

I wondered as I perused the view, how many Nottingham Pavement Cyclists, shoplifters and alcoholics lived nearby.

Only joking!

Off to the doctors to see the nurse for me Warfarin Blood-test. Remembered on the way out to drop off the previous tenants letters at the Woodthorpe Community Shed – the door was open but nobody inside, so left the letters and some nibbles on the table for Camp Guards. (Hehe, I’m feeling witty this morning?)

Also remembered I had to collect me prescriptions from the chemist as well today.

Set off down the Winchester Street hill, and right up Mansfield Road hill into Carrington. Over the top and down, crossed over and called in the paper shop and treated missen to a newspaper (Cause I forgotten to put me crossword book in me bag to do at the GP and clinic while waiting like – Tsk!), then on to the chemists.

I got the prescriptions given me in a bag on their own. I could have done with a trolley! Hehe.

Then I called at Lidl to get a pork pie. Came out of Lidl with the pork pie, a Polish Zywiecka Extra pork Sausage slice, sautéed onion potato slices and a pot of Crème Fraiche… I can hear you asking what’s the plonker bought Crème Fraiche for?

Well you see I misread it for cream cheese.

One of the TFZ gals recommended cream cheese fer me to try yer see – and I couldn’t find any until today – well no, that’s not right cause it was Crème Fraiche that I found wonnit?

Anyway, if anyone would be kind enough to tell me wot Crème Fraiche is and how and what to eat it with I’d me be grateful please, before its sell-by date.

Thanking you in advance. I’m trying out new recipes inspired by the TFZ gals yer know. Must thank em the angels, when I get on Facebook again.

I’m looking forward to trying the sautéed potatoes later. Mind you, I noticed it had two orange warning tabs on it? Humph!

So, (Heavily ladened) I nipped down to the surgery to see the nurse. Booked missen in and started reading the newspaper.

When I got called in, I was so glad to see it was Nurse Ann on duty and not Nurse Gruppenfurher… er, Glenda.

She sorted me nicely like, and I asked her to take the nibbles I’d brought for the staff and departed.

Caught a bus to the City Hospital.

Got in the clinic and signed in with Mr Gloom and doom on the reception. People like him should really have a different career yer know. Maybe a hangman or assassin would suit him better. Just a thought.

Went through and sat down, got me crossword book out cause I had good half hour until me appointed time, and a lady came to collect me within two minutes of me starting the crossword.

The usual talk and questions before she took in a treatment room and had a look at ‘Little Inch’s lesion. Always an embarrassing practice this, fer me, not the doctor. After a few oohs and arghs and telling me she didn’t like the look of it… she covered me up with a paper sheet and told me she would be back shortly with a colleague who she wanted to look over ‘Little Inchy’.

Deja vu at this stage – all this happened on me last visit – I wondered if the same female doctor who came last time would return with the young doctor again?

It was too! After asking about when I how much of the last cream given me I applied – the two doctor got their heads together and told me they were going to ask the chemist there to make up a one-off cream for me to try this time. It would take a while to make up and I could wait in the waiting area.

So, I waited in the waiting area – and nearly finished me crossword book before a different lady turned up and told me how much and when to apply this new cream – and under no circumstance was I to apply it anywhere other than on the lesion itself.

I have to return in three weeks, unless any problems, then I must go back to them, or to the Out Patients at the hospital if they are not open at the time, and take my record card with me.

I pointed out that I do not have a record card. That really cheered up Mr Doom and Gloom on the reception when the doctor queried with him why I wasn’t given one on me first visit month ago…

If looks could kill, I’d have been a gonna then!

I sat down and waited again. A completely different person arrived calling me name – they will post me an updated card through the post.

Glad to be out of the way of Doom and Gloom’s stares, I departed and caught a bus back into Sherwood.

Walked up through Woodthorpe Court and down back to the flat.

Once in, I visited the WC and noticed how full me laundry bag was.

Put me nosh away, stored and rotated my medicines in the dedicated draw, WC’d again.

Then I got the soap and softener in the bag of laundry with me newspaper (Daily Mirror) and into the lift – down to the floor, realised I’d not taken the 20p’s for the machines, back up to the 12th floor, got the coins and down to the ground floor again.

Got the washing machine going, then I checked the filters in the driers – both were well clogged up. Not been cleaned for ages.

So, as a favour to the dirty idle tenants who don’t clean them, I cleaned them – Again! Tsk! There are some of the tenants who can’t get down to clean them though, it’s not easy if your a tad immobile.

Read me newspaper while the washing washed – then moved me togs into the drier.

And elderly lady came down who was new to the camp – and I had the pleasure of showing her the procedure.

I’d planned to take me camera out and have a walk around the blocks for a while to see if any photo-opportunities arose nature wise, but it started looking bit windy, so I went back in, I’d foolishly left me newspaper on the seat, when i re-entered one of the women who don’t clean the filters but could if she wanted was nicking me newspaper! Humph!

Had a go at the crossword book until the drier had finished. I put me togs in the bag and cleaned the filter – I say, Cleaned the filter!

Went up to the flat and put me togs in the airing cupboard.

Updated this diary and then got me nosh on.

The Sautéed potatoes, last two hot dog sausages, beetroot, lettuce and beetroot bread with BBQ sauce. Followed by lemon mousse.

Tomorrow is the Dentist – one filling, one extraction.

That’ll be something to look forward to!

TTFN.

Sat 5 Sept 15: Inchcock Today

Saturday 5^th September 2015

Woke up in the chair – distorted and with the angina and reflux valve giving me some gip – That’ll serve me right for missing me evening medications last night – Huh!

Made a cuppa and took me morning medications with extra painkillers.

Boy I must have been so tired again last night.

Set the laptop up with the new powered multi-USB thingamajig, so I could have access to two DSIM cards at the same time. Finished yesterdays dairy.

WC’d, bleeding not so bad this morning. The skin cancer wound started itching and stinging when I had me wash?

Did some Facebooking, checked emails and started work on a graphicalisation idea I had, that didn’t come out well.

So I spent the next few hours getting it right!

Then, the day almost gone, I made missen some nosh.

Beef sarnies, potatoes, chips (Fries) apple and beetroot followed by Cornish clotted cream with lemon yoghurt.

Took me medications with a cuppa.

Watched some TV, not a lot as I fell asleep again – forced missen down onto me quilt on the floor.

Zzzz…

The Marissa and Mike Mystery Photo?

The Marissa Bergen & Mike Steenedski Mystery Photo

Have Marissa and Mike started to confabulate again?

Has Mike finally cleared his system of the Claret then?

Has he started working again, or is calumny resounding?

Why is Marissa not giving her drums and guitar a good pounding?

Why is she not doing the laundry, cooking or ironing?

She lies there looking all desirable, appealing and tempting like,

Why is she being photographed through the window by Mike?

Can anyone explain this Mysterious scenario,

If they know, will they please tell us so?

Then we bloggers can have ammunition,

To retaliate verbally and keep down the rumours,

Of naughty things going on, and give vent to our humours!

I know this little ode is utter crap,

But I’m not well at all and in a bit of a flap,

I wanted to write summat clever, witty and that,

But I couldn’t and feel a right prat,

Alright then sorry… I’ll get me hat…

Fri 4 Sept 15: Inchcock Today

Wednesday 4^th September 2015

Woke up where I fell asleep last night while watching TV – still I didn’t have to struggle up off the floor.

Think I had some amazing dreams, just a feeling but no memories of details.

Late, gone 0600hrs but then I stayed up late last night. Kettle and laptop on, found myself singing again as I visited the WC, that soon changed when I saw the bloodied jammies – ‘Little Inch’ had been bleeding badly last night, wondered if it was something in the dreams that caused it?

Cuppa and medications taken and took some photos through the kitchen window for the top of this diary.

Feeling well drained and the stomach was gurgling a bit. Too much to eat last night me thinks. Huh!

Finished yesterdays diary off then revisited the WC.

Did some Facebooking and checked emails.

Feeling a lot better now. Got myself spruced up and ready for me visit to the Woodthorpe Park Tropical Houses visit. Then I plan to go to Long Eaton to visit the Fultons Food store in search of blackcurrant ice-cream lollies.

Took me x30Z camera with me to take some photo’s of the Tropical House plants.

Met Diana Walker as I got in the lift gave her a letter for the previous tenant and a nibble.

Walked up the hill to the park and into the Tropical Houses place… oh dear, this is what I found:

Nothing tropical here!

Terribly disappointed I walked down into Sherwood and caught a bus into town – passing several of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists en-route and throughout the rest of the day.

Why they don’t just scrap the law about riding cycles on the pavement I don’t know. The police show no signs of enforcing or pretending to enforce the law! This one nearly hit the policeman in the distance when he came out of the shop – not a sign of any admonishment from him. Tsk!

Caught the bus and got into town. Called in the pound shop and got some bread thins, then to the bus-stop over the other end of town and caught a bus into Long Eaton.

Found the Fultons Food store, and they had some blackcurrant ice-cream lollies in stock, so I took a risk of them melting on the way back and bought three boxes of six.

Had a wonder around taking in the memories the place installed in me mind of many years ago when I worked in the town.

Caught a bus back to Nottingham and wandered into the City Centre towards me bus stop for the L9 bus. Too early I had a wander around for half an hour taking some photographs as me ice-lollies slowly melted.

Clandestinely fed some pigeons a few seeds.

Using me new camera I took a close-up of some of them.

Walked up towards the bus stop on King Street and took a close-up of the statues on top of the building, hoping to show the cracks between the masonry slabs.

I’m still amazed at how they erected these in the first place, and how they have survived the blasting to clean them up.

Back to the flat and sated me hunger by making a nosh that I ate while watching me new TV in the arm chair.

Washed the pots afterwards and returned to catch the end of what I was watching on the goggle-box – that was it!

Into the land of nod.

Missed me evening medications – I’ll suffer for that later! in fact I am doing so now in the morning as I write this drivel.