Random, waffling thoughts from Inchcock!

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I think that should be Milliganesqueness?

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Inchcock Today – Tuesday 26th November 2019: Oh, dearie me!

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Tuesday 26th November 2019

Afrikaans: Dinsdag 26 November 2019

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01:05hrs: Woke, and easy-up (Sounds like an American egg?), from the rickety recliner on my feet, caught my balance. Started to hobble to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne activities that were being demanded from the innards.

WDP 02LWD 0.0.255 2 And collapsed in a heap, landing entangled with the walking stick and swivel chair! Swearing silently (I hope) I surprisingly got up rather quickly and easily, then had a visit from Dizzy Dennis, and sat back down in the grotty-beige coloured recliner. I stewed over what had just happened with myself. ‘Had I got up too swiftly?’ ‘What made me tumble in the first place?’ ‘How the hell did I get back up so quickly?’ ‘How come I had a welt on my chin and head, although I did not remember hitting anything on the way down?’ ‘I had a feel around the limbs and torso, but I found no injuries other than tiny unpainful marks on the face?’ Yet, I had a headache coming on rapidly, as the dizziness dissipated. But my investigations and musings were soon terminated, as the reminder of the need for the Throne gurgled!

I rose gently, and to my absolute delight, could not see any damage caused to the four-pronged walking stick, as I made my way, gingerly and cautiously, to the wet room. I must say, I was delighted with the evacuation (it’s sad when this happens, shows what sort of life I have, when one appreciates an evacuation, dunnit? Hehe!) There was no bleeding from front or rear. A bit messy again, but it’s been a lot worse. But very little pain, that was a pleasant change I appreciated. I cleaned things up and poddled to the kitchen, musing again on the odd start to the day, and the gloomy thoughts of the After-Stroke Physio came to mind, and my spirits dropped a notch or two at the prospect.

2Tue01I had a peep outside through the unwanted, light & view-blocking kitchen window at the weather. It was raining, which didn’t exactly fill me with optimism for the walk to the physio session later.

I moved the handwashing onto the airers. Got the kettle on, took the medications, made a brew, and got on the computer to do yesterday’s blog updating. There was not a lot to do, so few pictures were taken while I was flat-bound and suffering the worst day I’d had for months! So, it was done in record time, despite the occasional bit of the autoimmune neuromuscular nerve failings giving the fingertips a few shakes and insensitive to touch moments.

I went on the WordPress Reader, some great stuff on there today, photographs and scripturally. Then posted a few shots to Pinterest. Then went of TFZer Facebooking.

Getting on, and have to get the ablutions done, then have a dig-around and search to find enough cash for the bus fare to town!

WDPT01LThe ablutions went well. Only a couple of dropsies and shaving cuts. The search for some cash was successful, and I raised the £2.30 needed for the bus fare. It was in odds and ends, 1p, 2p, 5p, 10p and pound coins, but still. Of course, had xyrophobia-suffering, retired at 40 due to a lottery win and being left a fortune by an unknown relative, Brother-in-Law Pete, not stole all my valuables, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), I’d have had the money for the bus fare!

2Tue01I got myself wrapped up warmly, nibbles in the bag, and down and out of the flat, out of the Foyer with its new doors, out into the cold, wet murky morning and hobbled along Chestnut Walk. I took this shaky, distorted sad effort of 2Tue02the photograph on Chestnut Walk. Certainly not one of better shots. I got to the bus stop on Winchester Street Hill, my second photo caught a car speeding up the hill. He or she might have been late for work?

The bus driver gave me a rum-look when I dropped all the pennies and silver into the payment box. He kindly waiting until I was ensconced in the sidesaddle seat before he moved off. I worked on the crossword book en route, with varying success.

Getting ready for the others to get off at the Parliament Street stop, a lady held u the massive flow of people rushing off, pointed to me with the walker, said something I didn’t hear and allowed me to get off! That was sweet of her!  I smiled and thanked her as I dismounted the bus. 2Tue02a

I took a snap as I hobbled along Upper Parliament Street, not many folks about. I wondered where all those had gone who had piled off the bus? Then, I saw a long queue at the ‘Boots Workbus’ stop.

WD 0.0.255 2 I got into the Victoria Centre (Mall) and caught my reflection in a window – no wonder the lady assisted me, it shook me how pale and drawn I looked!

WDP 16RWD 0.0.255 2 As I hobbled to the other end, on my way to the Tesco Store, I had few Dizzy Dennis visits, all short ones, but a good few of them. Things got worse in the store. I found myself suddenly in a different aisle, as if by magic, with sliced cobs in the basket? The blank spots were with me, I could not remember going in the bread section, let alone putting the cobs in the bag! This was not good. I seemed in and out of control, but no one was looking at me as far as I could tell, and I got to the checkout with the lady asking if I was feeling alright, and insisting after I’d paid, she put the things in the bag for me? Told me to take care!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got a significant visit from Dizzy Dennis on the way out of the store. I stopped and pretended to sort my bags out while waiting for things to calm down. Which they did, but I still felt a little unsteady on the my feet. And why in heck I bought more cooking sauces and seaweed snacks, I’ll never know!

WDPright03WD 0.0.255 2 I slowly walked back the length of the centre, and out onto Parliament Street. I’m not sure what happened next. A lady and a Policeman or Security Guard were talking to me. Had I fell over? Had a tumble? Had they seen me stopping so often to catch my balance? Or was it just that I looked so sickly that they came to see if I was alright? I think I was saying, ‘Thank you, I’m fine’ an awful lot? It was going to be one of those in and out of it, memory-blanks days.

2Tue03As I got outside, I felt a lot better in myself, also a lot wetter. Hehehe! I crossed the road and took this rare photograph of a not-filled-with-pedestrians Clumber Street. Of course, it was still early yet, no shoppers or shop-lifters around. McDonald’s was open with customers, mind!

I went into the Poundland Store, initially to try and get the lavender Dettol antiseptic disinfectant. I came out having to buy another bag to hang the stuff on, and came out with two bags hanging on the bars, and the trolley-walker bag all full! I’d bought 4 bottles of Dettol, biscuits, nuts, toilet blocks, and several nibbles for treats (I think).

2Tue04Again, when I got outside, I began to feel a little easier, more in control of things, and my walking improved, no more Dennis Dennis for a while after this. I walked along to the crossing corner, and through Trinity Square up to Goldsmith Street.

2Tue05I had a moment’s contemplation as I awaited the green walk sign. I thought that perhaps all the hassle and anguish of Monday might have caused this morning’s, erm… ‘unwellness’. The dizzies, absentmindedness. As for the paleness 2Tue04athat scares folks, I’ll ask the nurse in the morning.

WD 0.0.255 2 The lights changed and started to walk across the road, and a pavement slab was loose, as I trod on it, the dislodged stale rainwater shot up my trouser leg, and fell down into the shoe, giving the left foot a distinctive squelching sound afterwards.

Recollections of getting to and through the After-Stroke session are a bit confused. That is, up until just before the end, that bit is crystal-clear. The early parts, foggy. I know we had laugher, but also a few serious moments (I think). Form-filling? The last bit, we were all sat around tables with nibbles on them. Much laughter here and there. I think I regretted having to leave early, to catch the bus home.

Once out and on my way to the bus stop, things, well, memories seemed back to normal? I took these photographs near Queen Street.

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On the bus,  had a natter, moan and laughs with several ladies, I think we were taking the rise out of things and companies? At the flats, Helloed with Penny, Bill and someone else, and made my way out of the rain and into Winchester Court, and through their link passage into Winwood Court. There was an atmosphere in there, no people mind.

2Tue08aI took a photograph of the ILCs Holding Cell & Office as I passed, in the new Winwood Court lobby, near the lifts.

I carried on hobbling down the link passage into the mysteriousness of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination. Up in the lift, then the flat, with no living soul in sight.

The bones and limbs were beginning to ache a bit. I got the unneeded items I’d bought put away, well, on the side of the sink. I’ll make room for them in the cupboard later if I can.

Made a brew, and scribbled what I could remember down on the notepad to use in the morning’s blog doing. And had a quiet moment pondering on the day’s disasters. Monday’s was mental problems and confusion. Today’s the same (but to a far lesser extent) with health issues., memory loss and blanks, Dizzy Dennis moment and lack of self-control. That was as far as I got, Humph!

I got the ready-made boeuf bourguignon* & mash meal in the oven cooking. (*Try spelling that when you’ve never had any before, Haha!) Set the timer for 25 minutes, and made some caramelised gravy to add to the meal later. The timer buzzed, and I removed the plastic plate, took off the cover, added the juice and stirred it all up, and back in the oven for another 20 minutes, and set the alarm again.

I thought I’d put on the Kind Hearts and Coronets DVD. Wondering why the heck I had not watched it before, I recall enjoying the film at the pictures when it was released… a few years ago. He-he!

2Tue09Set up, had a wee-wee, took the evening medications and served up the fodder. I was interested to see if I liked this boeuf bourguignon. Well, it was alright, but I’ll not bother with it again. A 6.5/10 Flavour Rating is the best I could give it. It was not my kettle of fish or type of meal. Too bland. Without the caramelised gravy added, it might have been uneatable. Nice mashed spuds, though.

I did what bit of washing up was needed, and left the handwashing, as I was now overtired, and the joints were all beginning to ache now. What the ‘eck did I do at the After-Stroke Physio session to feel like this? Ah, it could be that I did tumble over in the Vic Centre, then? Who knows? Certainly not me! You’ve just got to laugh yer see! Hehehe! I went off for a wee-wee! Another enigma this, why are the wee-wees so variable all the time? I only fleetingly considered this question, too weary to bother.

I settled to watch the Kind Hearts and Coronets DVD, in black & white of course. A quintessential British comedy as I remember. At the time I saw it at the Grove Cinema around 1955, I was let in, because amazingly, this comedy/farce about a multiple murdering Duke, was granted a ‘U’ certificate in 1949. Just I’d mention it.

2Tue10WDP 02Rb.WD 0.0.255 2 Anyway, I found out why I had not watched the DVD before. It had no Subtitles! I did my best, but the sound was terrible, muffled, screeching, too bad to hear any words! A real shame, I was so looking forward to watching it! Humph!

WDP09LI turned on the TV, convinced that if I find some banal rubbish to view (Not a hard thing to do), I’ll fall to sleep for sure. But no! The days Memory-blanks, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops replayed in my mind, over and over, and I ended up worrying myself to sleep. Hahaha!

Poor old sausage!

A Little Chunter from Inchcock. In bad, nae, terrible rhyme!

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A Little Chunter from Inchcock

In bad, nae, terrible rhyme!

It’s the day of the criminal, there is no more law,

Empathy, understanding have become just folklore,

I don’t see Police officers in Nottingham, anymore,

 Pavement Cyclists, beggars and shoplifters galore,

Street sleepers, who survive with skills of a detrivore,

Druggies, alcoholics, muggers, both old and mature,

While families dine, smoke cigars and drink their liquor,

All the time, making the poor, feel even sicker!

Disabled with Fit for Work Assessments, have to fight and bicker,

A blind chap got told he can work on a cherry-picker!

Jobseekers told to do psychometric tests, Glory Be!

But if you’re lucky, you’ll live to retire just like me,

But it isn’t what you thought, no rest and freedom, see,

Heart attack, Duodenal Ulcer, and I live on the twelfth-floor,

Peripheral Neuralgia, then a stroke and Arthritis, core!

What next I thought, and the lock broke on the door,

It was mended within three weeks, no need to be sore,

My hot water system went down, so I called help once more,

After nine days of being lied to, ‘We are coming today for sure,

Staying in and awake eight-until-ten, no chance of a bedsore!

But they mended it! It leaked, my clothes wet, the water did pour!

I slipped on the liquid, ending up injured on the floor,

Luckily, the stroke nurse called, so help came to the fore,

Depression and self-hating I began to explore,

I complained at the lack of help, this just caused a furore!

Now the haemorrhoids have returned, bloody and sore!

 

I fank You!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 30th October 2019: Humdrum stuck in the flat day. Tsk!

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Wednesday 30th October 2019

Danish: Onsdag 30 Oktober 2019

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00:50hrs. Good morning, my fellow Wordsmithonians and photographicalisationalistical, philosophising, friends. Hope all is well with you?

WD 0.200.200 I woke to sound of the flipping humming, droning sound that is all around the building, 24/7, non-stop! But it seemed to be worse, lounder and definitely more annoying this dark-dang early morning. Whether it was, or it might have been my frame of mind, or the hearing suddenly working again, I don’t know. It made me cringe at the knowledge that nothing could be done about it!

Ah, well! It was soon replaced with the call to the Porcelain Throne. Which over the last four days, has been absent, but it’s back on song again, at its usual time. Which is whenever I wake up. So, I struggled out of the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, seat while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet nearly six-months later, and I’ve learnt he has given away my £80 worth if twenty-pence pieces to the RNLI), chair. £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, (I’m mastering it now, not falling over it so often) and off I wobbled to the wet room.

WDP 08R02WD 0.200.200 Well, it could have been a story and a half this session, but I’ll best skimp over it. It was bloody in the extreme, massive in size and needed medicationalisationing, involving Anusol, Anugesic HC, and Germaloids pads fitting, and a lot of cleaning up afterwards! Nuff said!

WD 0.200.200 & WD 0.200.200a Into theWDP09R kitchen, and started to feel a little philophobic for some reason that was not known to me. Another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! I was soon sorry I mentioned my getting-accustomed to using the new walking stick. I got tangled up with it and knocked over the stuff on the draining board onto the floor as I attempted to retrieve the situation. Pee’d off with myself Mode Adopted!

I decided it would be a stay indoors to try and catch-up with the graphicalisationing.

WD 0.200.200 WDPright05aLGot the computer on, and was really irked, excruciatingly annoyed again, I still hated myself for having the tussle with the pots and losing the altercation. When…

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3Wed01eWD 0.200.200 So, I got the kettle on, took the medications, finding out that I had not taken last night’s dosages. Unsure what to do about this. I was dithering and shilly-shallying with uncertainty. Oh, I grew more and more wee’d-off with myself as the day went on! Finally deciding, but uncertain about if it was a good option, I took the morning med’s, and just the 1½ Warfarins, and the Simvastatin. Made the mug of tea. And then I jiggled the handwashing around, to assist it in drying. I had both airers on the go. The stand-up and the flat one. The jammie bottoms were the ones that needed more help than the towel, shirt and socks to dry.

3Wed001bI took a photo through the unwanted nor liked new kitchen through the with the thick-famed, letting the wind in when closed, light & view-blocking, window. I used the Nikon camera because I had worked out how to get the Aperture priority setting on. At night or in the dark, it automatically gives a highlighted picture, that I like

I returned to the computer, find Mr Fries connection had returned – the system was so slow but working! Which will probably mean a pay-rise for him. Humph!

I pressed on, and after about five hours, I got the updating done! Phew! Got it posted off, and went on the WordPress reader. A lot on there today.

3Wed01fI spent many hours doing graphics for page tops etc. I must have spent six hours on these jobs. Thoughts and Day of’s even got a couple of templates made in advance, but I was feeling weary now. Made a start on this blog, but it was getting late. I made a brew, and the sky looked terrific up there.

3Wed01gaI made the nosh. Gammon ham, baked beans with added BBQ sauce, a sourdough baguette, lemon yoghourt and a tiny Cox’s apple. Took the medications with the meal. All good the stuff! (Not the medications, off course, Hehe!)  Even the little apple was tasty, the sourdough great! The fooder was a bit of a feast really. Flavour rating was 8.5/10. Slurp!

The wee-weeing seemed to have dried up today? And Little Inchies fungal lesion was leaking odd bits of blood, I had to sort things out and change PPs a few times during the day. But Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were kind to me. And not a single Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine from the leg either! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

WD 0.200.200 WDP 08R02aI got the handwashing sorted and hung to dry. And yet again, the fingers, hand and arm lost nerve sensations, and I dropped some washing as I was taking it to be hung over the heater, it fell on the drainer, knocking the same stuff over that I did earlier! Got it cleaned all picked up and sorted. But Anne Gyna was not happy about the bending down again, and let me know. Boy, did she!

I did the pot washing, stripped and got into the night attire, and settled into the £300, second-hand, imitation not-working recliner that Brother-inLaw Pete broke while was stealing my valuables when I was in the stroke hospital. To watch a Hustle DVD.

WD 0.200.200 But things didn’t go to plan. (Nowt new there, then!) The DVD player would load the film, but not play it? So, being so tired, I just couldn’t cope with trying to sort it out and switched to the TV. I checked the programmes and began to watch an Interceptor episode. Falling asleep at the first set of advertisements. Zzz!

WD 0.200.200 I sprang awake, thinking it was morning, and being in need of a Porcelain Throne Evacuation backed up my thinking. Out of the recliner, stubbed the damned toe en route to the wet room, and sat there for ages waiting for something to move or happen! I whistled, silently sang a song, tried doing a crossword and dreamt of being young and fit again, all before the motion began – again of its own accord, I had no control of the action. I thought at one stage, I was going to burst open, such was the magnitude of the escaping content. Less bleeding this time though. I felt exhausted?

WD 0.200.200 I went gingerly and with bowed legs, not easy with using the walking stick that, to the kitchen to make a brew! This is when I realised I’d only been asleep for about an hour. Seeing the might view out of the window, and reading the clock, gave me a clue as to the time. Hahaha! Twit! I took three snaps of the horizon, all in different settings on the Nikon camera. But blown if I could see much difference?

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Of course, I wrote down the settings, but can I find them? No!

I climbed back into the not-working-at-the-moment recliner-less recliner and did my best to nod-off. But it took a while!

Inchcockski – Tues 13 Aug 19: A decent little hobble photographicalisationing today. Didn’t do the stubbed-toe much good though. Hahaha!

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Political Humour

The policeman is the rarest!

Tuesday 13th August 2019

Icelandic: Þriðjudaginn 13. ágúst 2019

2Tue01WD 0.0.0. 1:10hrs: The stubbed middle toe was the reason for little sleep last night. So tender, anything that comes close to touching it, hurts! Haha!

I gave up any idea of trying to get back to slumberland. The extraction of the cumbersome wobbly body from the £300 second-hand, c1968, unappealingly-dour, beige-coloured, currently on strike, rickety, recliner, was done exceptionally obnixely, and with care. I wanted to avoid any Accifauxpas and or further toe-stubbing at all costs.

The mind was still in the same state as it was last night, obnubilated and worry-filled. A wee-wee was taken in the used-just-once overnight, EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and it was of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. The hand-washing was hung up to dry. I was taking great care as I moved about, to avoid any toe-stubbings! I took the medications with spring water. No health checks were done.

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It looks like a new sphygmomanometer and thermometer will be needed. Made brew of Yorkshire Tea. The flavour of the tea has not been up to par over the last few days. Perhaps it is with the upgrading of the water system? Or, of course, it could be my innards or taste-buds?

WD 0.0.0. Off to use the 2Tue02Porcelain Throne. What an ultra-messy affair! Things had softened a lot, yet still, the pain in passing remains? The hand was starting to shake a little, hence the terrible photo of the bruised middle toe. I think the toe next to the big one must have got a stubbing along with the centre toe?

I cleaned things and myself up, and returned to the kitchen to collect the tea, took it carefully with me to the front-junk-office-bedroom, and started the computer.

I updated the Monday post and got it sent off. The fingers and hands were not playing up much at all? But I was concerned, that with the odd tremble in the right leg, it might burst forth into a full-blown Neuropathic Schuhplattler routine. All was well, though, up to now. I dreaded to think of the pain from the stubbed toe if the limb did start dancing. Oy Vey! It is a rarity for shaking, stomping and dance routine to activate, though. I think it has only done it around ten-times since the stroke in total. So, I must stop fretting!

WD 0.0.0. I tried adding some photographs to the Pinterest site, but it never told me of any problems, the photos just didn’t appear? The Liberty-Global Virgin Media box had its lights flashing and the occasional slowing down. But I don’t know why this problem persisted. I gave up with trying to upload in the end.

Made a start on this post. Got as far as here, and had another LRWS wee-wee. Washed the hands and made another mug of tea, determined to drink this one! Huh! I took care not to stub anything when moving around. But the EQ told me, it would come again, the moment I lost concentration. Damned EQ!

Got the ablutions done. A good session, no toe-stubbing, (that had been done earlier, Tsk!) I wore the middle-size bamboo socks, to avoid the daily morning battle with the sock-glide, I can usually manage to get this pair on without the torture-glide farce. No shower taken, I had a stand-up wash this morning, being as I was going out early, to avoid the noise. The dropsies were increased a bit, mind; Twice the soap went, once with a little venom and flew off into the shower via the wall! The toothpaste tube, the razor, and the ear-sprayer also abscondicated. Hey-ho!

It was time to use the waste chute then, so I put the bags down and returned to get the three-wheeler and empty jars to take down with me. The original plans for me to go to Asda (Walmart) in Arnold, were waylaid on my way down in the elevator. I decided to go to the Continental shop in Sherwood, and the Lidl store in Carrington, thus allowing myself a decent hobble, before the weather turns nasty, if it does as they say it will, starting tomorrow! I just can’t recall which shop I bought the yoghourt covered rice cakes from. But I think it was from the Ozan store. High winds and showers warning on the radio (Not the wind and rain, I mean the message! Hahaha!)

2Tue03I placed the jar in the recycle bin on the way out. I threw a good morning to the caretaker, Steve, I think, but I didn’t hear what was offered in reply.

I took a half-decent picture of Winwood Heights from Chestnut Way, near to the Winchester Court Flats. And made my along to Winchester Street.

2Tue04WD 0.0.0. I was most impressed with workmen’s ingenuity in creating a genuine piece of Nottinghamian Street Art near the corner of the roads, using the signs and broken barriers that they had been removing. The subtle originality in doing this; are they have covered up the fractured sewer access hole at the same time! Very impressive, lads!

2Tue05WD 0.0.0. The mystery rusty white Mercedes van was still their, along with several other vehicles, parked right on the pedestrian’s footpath.

So I had to walk down the middle of the road again! I still think it just might be a stolen van that has been dumped. It’s been there for about three weeks, I guess.

I was once again, in an unaccountably, unwonted decent frame of mind. Found myself singing some Elvis and Cliff Richard 1960’s hit songs as I plodded down the hill. Which took me back and the memories flooded into my grey cells. Good and bad ones!

2Tue06WD 0.0.0.I was nearly on Mansfield Road realising I had got that far yet (I hope that makes sense?).

A little more Nottinghamiam Street Art on the corner of Dornoch Avenue. Whoever had hit the post, had a left a pretty display of glass, with some red light plastics scattered around. Hehehe!

2Tue07I went into the Ozan International Food Centre store. I could not find any of the yoghourts covered rice cakes, so I asked the young, tall, thick, appealing, attractive, highly desirous lady if they sold them. But they didn’t. So, maybe it must be Lidl then?

Or was it Asda, after all? Tsk!

2Tue15I bought some cakes and lemon baguettes for Jenny, Deana, Julie and Josie for a treat.

I can drop them off on the way home for them.

The weather was perfect for a hobble, and I took a really steady one, along Mansfield Road and into Carrington.

2Tue08I was still taking extra-care because of the stubbed-toe, and not wanting to trap it again on the three-wheeler trolley wheels!

Better safe than sorry. The pain from the toe got no worse, despite all the limping along I did. I was getting a bit of a decent pace going as well.

2Tue09WD 0.0.0. The same ignorant, supercilious, self-centred, arrogant shit-head, who did it on yesterday, came from behind and swerved around me. Making me jump. The bombastic, nasty, superior acting, uncaring, maleficent, pernicious, sanguinary, truculent, slob, carried on doing the same to other people as he cycled on into the distance. But it didn’t bother me! Humph!

2Tue23Over the hill and down to Carrington. Where I was greatly cheered when I met Big John outside the laundry on Mansfield Road. We had a great chinwag. He said he’d come to see me soon, at the flat.

So, I took my newly inflated ego to the Lidl Store. Which might explain why I bought so much stuff!

Nibbles for the Social Hour, beef pasties, sweets, Japanese rice snacks, Bavarian ham. To along with the cakes I got from the Continental shop. I paid up and left to catch a bus back up to Sherwood. Oh, I found the milk chocolate and yoghourt covered rice cakes in Lidl. Not cheap, but so delightful tasting!

2Tue18On the bus, I found the self-serve till receipt had an extra bt on it, for a copy of the Sun newspaper? Mmm!

I was soon back in Sherwood and alighting the bus. I had a walk around window shopping at first, as there was plenty of time before the L9 bus was due to arrive. There were two chaps sat on a bench. Both profoundly involved in their mobile phones. The younger one started his e-cigarette going. The smoke encouraged the older gentleman to say something to him, swear at him (I heard that, a four-letter word!), and turn his back to him Hahaha!

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I called into the Wilko store and bought a bottle of their fabric freshener with the Y-Lang scent, that I am so fond of. They did not have saucepans in stock!

I called in two of the charity shops, to see if they had any small saucepans with lids. But they hadn’t got any either.

Up to the bus stop. No fellow tenants in the shelter. When the bus arrived, there was only one who I knew to say hello to, was on the vehicle?

Back at the complex, only five residents were waiting for the bus, and they all needed the outward bound L9. I chatted to a couple of Winchesteronaian’s, then made my way to the new Obersturmbannführeresses Office in Winwood Centre, to hand over their nibbles. But the holding-cell was locked up. So, I decided to use the new walk-through corridor back to the Woodthorpe Court.

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Up to the apartment, and called at Josie’s to hand her the treats. I got in the flat and got some potatoes simmering to use to make the cheesies later for the nosh.

2Tue19No demand for any wee-weeing. Which was worrying!

A letter and form from the local constabulary had been posted through the door.

I made a brew, then got the updating of this blog started.

2Tue20It was slow going, and a bit of a grind is today’s updating.

So I went out on the balcony, to take some photographs, while the sun was out. I took the first one, through the bottom half of the glass on the terrace. I didn’t risk life, limb and losing any more chunks of a finger on the metal spring clip that need pushing and pulling at the 2Tue21same time to open the end window.

I went to the kitchen next, and opened a window, one of the thick-framed, light and view-blocking ones, with the glass that cannot be reached safely for cleaning; and took this zoomed-in photograph. It really looks like another country.

2Tue24Got the nosh prepared. Bit of a feast this time. The cheesy potatoes were made with a drop of vinegar, and onion salt, using Leicester Red cheese. At least today, I got it all enjoyed and eaten. A worthy 7/10 for Flavour Rating. I watched Rumpole of the Bailey on TV, while I was dealing with the coenaculous activities (eating).

The clearing and cleaning up afterwards was an arduous task. The potato mix didn’t have any butter in it today, and the spoons and forks used to do the mixing and mashing were unbelievably sticky and hard to remove! Tsk!

2Tue22I got the handwashing done and hung to dry, and went for a wee-wee.

WD 0.0.0. The super-stubbed middle left toe’s bruising/bleeding seemed to be going a two-tone purple shade. Made an interesting change. Hehe!

I got the medications out ready for taking later, into the £30 second-hand recliner, and it appears, swiftly fell asleep!

07:30hrs: When I awoke with a bit of a jump, it was already light, and the brain panicked, and the body almost of its own accord, extracted itself from the rickety recliner, and the grey bucket was utilised for a remarkably forceful ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) wee-wee.

Feeling unexpectedly tired and heavy-eye-lidded, I went to make a brew and take the morning medications. During which, I noticed last nights doses in their pot, and for a few seconds, confusion reigned.

WD 0.0.0. Ah, things fell into place then! It was not 07:30hrs, but 19:30hrs! I had not overslept. I had only been asleep for an hour! No wonder I was feeling so tired! What a Meshugener!

I took the evening pills, got a home-made drink of orange and spring water, and got the computer on, to update this blog.

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Turned things off then back on. No good! Tried the reset button, no luck! Turned everything off and back on again, and Mr Fries Liberty-Global Internet came back on.

Ten-minutes or so later…

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Is there no authority that can bring these expensive, lying, untouchable, money and wealth greedy, con-men to book, for their lies, false claims and lack of decency and morality? No, I suppose not! If there were one, people like Fries,  Jan du Plessis, BT Internet, Trista Harrison, Talk-Talk etc. would probably have wangled or bribed their way onto the board of any regulators as well. Gnash!

Things, Fries-wise restarted of its own accord, but it was so slow!

I had run out of templates, so set about making some up in advance. Went on CorelDrawing first. To make the graphics.

Then back to WordPress, to get the blog templates set up for a couple of days.

Midnight approaches, TTFNski!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 20th July 2019:

2019 July 20

2019 July 21

Saturday 20th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 20 Gorffennaf 2019

WD 0.0.30b 23:45hrs: Somehow or other, this morning, I woke up and found I was relieving myself using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and what another change in modes this one was. This did not need any acronym, two words will do: Long-Sensationless wee-wee! And, of course, this style can be dodgy for me knowing when things have stopped… or not! Haha! But, I could not remember actually getting out of the £300, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, sometimes-working, c1969, near-dilapidated, rickety, uncomfortable recliner, or getting the walking stick either? I found this almost traumatic and off-putting. But the brain soon forgot all about it when the need to use the Porcelain Throne arrived. 

WD 0.0.30b I made my way with the walking-stick in hand, and the evacuation was a repeat of the last two. Reluctant, and when things moved, so slowly, there was no way of stopping it. Painful in the extreme again! Am I doing right in taking the Senna tablets? Mind you, if I didn’t, I might be in a bigger mess?

WD 0.0.30b5Sat01 Then the simple, but the confused brain, decided I should have a clean-up and get the hand-washing done, so I did! As I was putting the towel on the rack, I spotted some fresh-looking blood, only tiny spots on the material. I had a look around everywhere, cause there was no pain at all anywhere, ah, the pins again! I’m sure that I was not scratching at it still last night?

5Fri10Then again, I can’t recall my getting out of the recliner this morning either?

I took the medications, then made a brew of the Glengettie tea.

I started to wash the togs, only a t-shirt and pair of bamboo socks and noticed I’d not taken the antacid medicine. I placed it on the side of the sink to remind me not to forget.

WD 0.0.30b Then, as I rinsed the togs out, I knocked the bottle into the bowl of disinfectant and liquid soapflakes I was emptying! After closer inspection of the receptacle, it seems the cap had held tight, and no water had gone in the bottle. Luck? Me? Unnatural this is! Of course, I’m hoped after taking the four-gulps, that I had not made a mistake. Tsk! (Things were okay later, though!) Luck? Me? Unnatural this is!

5Sat02I took a photo with the Nikon camera, of the lights still on, outside. I tried again to take a panoramic shot, but the hands were not free from shaking, and the shoulder was jiggling quite often. But the still shot, I look, pleased me. Swank Mode Engaged! 

Then I got on the computer with the mug of tea at hand and started to update the Friday post. The hands, fingers and shoulder’s involuntary jumping and dancing increased in severity, on and off all the time now. They were not doing it for long at a time, though. The leg has not had a shuffle, stamp or tried to do the hokey-cokey at all today yet, and it usually does this every morning to some degree? Luck? Me? Unnatural this is!

I eventually got the Friday Diary finished, and went to make another mug of tea. I had to have another wee-wee, this time an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).

Then I started photo album loading and visited the TFZ Facebook. That took a while, but I enjoyed it.

I made a start on this blog next. As I got to download the photographs, I was taking some off of both SD cards, the damned hand and fingers kicked off big time, and I dropped the SD card!

WD 0.0.30b I could not find the torch anywhere, although I was sure where it was. But it wasn’t (Does this ever happen to you? Hehe!) As for finding the gone astray, abscondicated missing SD card, I thought it might have fallen into the waste bin. So I carefully went methodically through all of the contents a little at a time. No luck!

6Sat01WDA black WD 0.0.30b So, I had to get down on my knees, and searched under the cabinet (which I needed the torch for, Tsk!), and failed to find it. As I was getting up, using the method the nurses had explained to me, the shin of the right leg had stuck to the carpet, in the blood! As I shuffled along on my knees, the lesions must have been scraped and opened up. Didn’t half-sting when I tried to get to my feet. Hehehe! It took some effort and discomfort for me to get back upright, but the main thing I was concerned about was where the flipping card could have got to! I knew it had the photograph of the morning view and felt it was a decent one, too, That wrangled me! I had to take another wee-wee in the grey bucket, and what a one it was, it was totally different again. This one was an ELSOA (Extra-Long-Spraying-Out-Allover) type. While I was waiting for things to end, I spotted the SD card on the carpet where I had been bent down searching for it! How I had missed it, I don’t know. Perhaps it had stuck to the blood and dropped off as I was getting up again? I don’t know! I was worried it might have been damaged and got it in the reader straight away. Phew, it worked!

Pain 01L WD 0.0.30b I know the nerve-end dying, and other ailments have me at a disadvantaged position. Yet I still feel that the Boss in the sky, was being discriminatory in giving me such a teensy-weensy, itsy-bitsy, puny, miniature manhood to start with, allocates me to two battling parents, a Mother who ran away, then arranges for me to get shot, be made redundant several times and grants me little wisdom! I struggled financially and with depression into retirement, with Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger,  Kidney Stone Kevin, failing eyesight, going deaf, Shingles Shiela, then I was given a Hernia, all before I retired! Then, he adds Colin Cramps. Removes any signs of positiveness within me, masticates my memory, blesses me a worrying capability that brings on frustrations and depression.

Then cruelly lets more wicked ‘ailments’ free on me to enjoy over my twilight years: three muggings, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Aorta Heart valve replacement, Peripheral Neuralgia, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Peripheral Neuralgia, Axonotmesis, Lethologica and this year, a Stroke. I could get depressed, you know! Hehehe!

He makes my flat the only one that gets a mass invasion of Evil Boll Weevils for seven months. The sole unit which gets his power cut off by sub-contracting electricians, allows a new intercom to be fitted that I cannot hear (Along with many more tenants!), so I miss the INR Warfarin nurse calling and no message or interest from the doctor about it! My flat’s the only one that the plasterer destroys furniture and carpets! Gives me windows that need a stepladder to clean and see out off and fall off of the steps! A metal spring clip opener on the balcony, that need pushing and pulling at the same time, and has had a few chunks out of my finger already…

Still, Rumpole of the Bailey and Red Dwarf are to be shown again next month! Hehehe!

Got the ablutions done, without any cuts, sock-glide-battles, knocks, falling off of anything, banging into anything, or stubbed toes. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

6Sat05WDA black I got back on with this blog, and realise the time was getting on. So I got the ready-sliced mushrooms, to rinse and get them in the slow-cooker. The flamming dancing hands and arm began… and the just washed mushrooms hit the deck, and came out of the tray upside down (Of course). Grobbleknobwits!

I made up two templates for future use with the graphics done earlier. Must rush, I’ve got some peppers to give to the social to sell later. But I changed my mind, and put some away for Jenny and Josie later on. I took the black bags to the waste chute. Put the jars in the three-wheeled trolley.

WD 0.0.30b Called at Josie’s on the way out, but no answer.

This is the round-about route I took.

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6Sat07Dropped empty sauce jars in the glass recycling bin with the umpteen wine, whisky, Gin, bottles etc. already on there. But this week I did not see any Absynth bottles. Haha!

Took this snap of Winwood and Winchester Courts along Chestnut way.

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I spotted some BT Media vans near the traffic island. The first bus is due in about 50-minutes, that could be an exciting altercation twist the bus drivers and the BT pretend engineers. I’m not biased, of course. My past experience of BT’s couldn’t care less attitude and the superior, smug way they ignored me, it well remembered. Unfortunately, I went onto Virgin Media after that. Humph! A born Loser Me!

Then I called in the cabin and handed some nibbles out. The capsicums didn’t last long! Well, they were fresh and free! I must remember to take some up for Jenny later and give Josie a couple if I can catch her. I really thought I had ordered tomatoes, not peppers! This is the reason I’m going out today, to get some so that Josie and I do not go without. But, no contact with Josie, so I still do not know if the gal would like her meal today or tomorrow, and at what time. It’s like this every weekend. Not her fault, she is just like me. Either can’t hear the bells or goes out and forgets to let me know. A note though my door, saying when she would like her nosh, something like, ‘Saturday 13:00hrs this week’, is all it would take. And it would save me so much hassle. But I do understand and empathise about forgetfulness. I do love making a nosh for the gal! Bless her. Nemo Mortalium Horis Sapit!

6Sat08WD 0.0.30b I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art as I walked along to Winchester Street. We can’t usually see this in the week, as the place is packed with contractors vehicles and block the view as well as the pavement.

Looks like a sewer entrance of some sort, but I don’t know. Only guessing at what it might be. It seems some equipment was down there. Glad the full power of Health & Safety procedure was 6Sat09followed… well a traffic cone was dropped on top of the hole! I kept well back from it!

WD 0.0.30b As I turned the corner, the same van was on the pavement, blocking access again. No room to get through, so out onto the road with the trolley I had to go. No idea who’s it is, but there were enough nibbles and drinks in the cab, to have kept me going for a year or more. Hahaha!

6Sat10WD 0.0.30b A little further along down the hill, and I decided to stay on the road until I got beyond a load of seeds and pods on the sidewalk.

They make a mess of the trolley wheels, and some always, inevitably get traipst into the flat afterwards!

6Sat11The three-wheel trolley-guide just does no like going downhill at all!

I got back on the pavement a little further down the road. But I remembered yesterday mess accrued on the four-wheeled guide, and that has smaller wheels. Mind you, the brakes work better than the ones do on this one. When 6Sat12I say work better, I mean are not so bad!

I got to the bottom of Winchester Street, as the wind started to blow strongly. I noticed the Big Issue lady, the one with two or three mobile phones, was not there today. Her orange chair was, so I kept an eye out for her, so I could avoid her if possible.

WD 0.0.30b They were having some sort of art and craft stalls on the pavement today, getting through to the Co-op store was not easy, especially with the booths and this trolley and the worsening wind! I got in the Co-op, and food trays blocked my way! Tsk! I had to walk to the end of the shop and back up another aisle to get to the tomatoes, and the shredded cheese. Which was on offer if you bought two packs. And still dearer 6Sat13than Asda’s at their regular price per pack! Bought the tomatoes, the chap on the checkout was so laid-back, I thought he might be on drugs or booze? Haha!

“Touch of jealousy creeping in there?”

I noticed some more stallholders on the other side of the road as I walked up Mansfield Road. I’d decided to make it a circular mini-hobble, 6Sat14and return via Woodthorpe Grange Park. I’m glad I did. I felt sorry for the merchants, as I do the shopkeepers in Sherwood. I believe that precious few of them are making a profit from their retail units.

Up and over the hill, down to the park gates. By Jiminy Cricket, the wind was blowing much 6Sat15stronger now. But it was not a cold one.

A quarter of the way up the footpath, and not many folks about. Although some dogs taking their owners for a walk did pass by. Haha!

WD 0.0.30b Avoiding grit, leaves, petals and seeds from the trees getting onto the trolley, was mission impossible.

6Sat16About half the way up the incline, there is a next of trees, that always draws my attention and admiration. Two years or so ago, the old trees were on the verge of dying. In fact, one did, and is still laying there, between the other trees that have recovered. Thanks to the hard work from the Nottingham City Council Park Workers. Bootiful! 

6Sat17To the top, and right down the gravel path. This got the wind up me! The trolley was controlled and didn’t tip or blow over; but that was pure luck more than judgement, I’m sure!

The wind was howling now. I carefully took a picture of the Winwood Heights Complex. It came out alright, despite the wind and shaking 6Sat18hands and elbow!

WD 0.0.30b The trees and bushes were being blown about something awful. I took this photograph because I thought it would catch a view of how bad the wind was.

WD 0.0.30b My journey down the gravel path became something of a nightmare for me. The flaming leg started dancing, controlling the trolley and not falling over, was as difficult as it ever has been. Although the wind nearly had me over, and the leg stayed in dancing mode all the way to the bottom of the slope, before settling down.

Home. Foyer note, Note on panel, Many intercoms not working.

Called at Josies, no reply.

Cleaned the three-wheeler, wheels, making more mess as I did so. Humph!

Updating the blog for a while then called a Josie’s, she answered, she’s been out. She’ll be going out with her Sisters for a dinky-poo and nibble in an hour or so. So, no meal needed today. I can delivery it tomorrow at 12:00hrs. She looked in good health today, I’m glad to say. I’ll get her nosh, with the smoked mackerel fillets done, in the morning. All my pleasure. 

6Sat18aGot my nosh going. Potatoes, boiling them this time, them I mashed them up with some Leicester Cheese and brown them off in the oven, the freshly podded peas, sliced tomatoes and mushrooms, a can of the tuna chunks in brine (I’m so glad that Josie put me on to this food, they taste super-duper!). And three battered fish fingers, done in the oven when I browned off the cheesy potatoes!

6Sat19A naughtykins Limoncello as dessert made a feast worthy of another 9/10 Flavour Rating! I got the pots washed up, as the weariness slowly grew.

A wee-wee, of equal longest-ever duration, was taken. I’d forgotten what I was to do next by the time it had finished, and judging when that was, was hit and miss! An LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) wee-wee, messy!

One Hell of a Dizzy Dennis-spell came over me as I was taking the medications. The longest one I’ve ever had, I think. Frit me a bit! Then, suddenly back to normal. A most peculiar sensation.

As I began to move from where I was stood in the corner of the kitchen (in case I went over during the funny spell), the heavens opened up with a vengeance. For a few minutes, it was like a thunderstorm, without thunder. (Another gem of a phrase from the autodidactic old Nottinghamian Pensioner!) Before you could say, Jack Robinson, it stopped altogether, and 30-seconds later, it was back to full flow? A minute after that, it stopped altogether.

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I thought I’d have a look at what was on the TV… but this was prevented by Mr Steven ($17m salaried) Fries!

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So, I put the TV on, to look at the Virgin Media supplied TV Guide. Nope, that was off too! Perhaps the little short storm, had affected something? It makes me sick, when I see the advertisements for various frauding companies, about ‘Super Fast Broadband’ – they should be banned! Phwert!

Got the head down, and I stewed inwardly.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 2nd July 2019:

Political EU

But it Doesn’t bother me at all! Oh, no!

2019 July 03

Tuesday 2nd July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 2 Gorffennaf 2019

4:05hrs. I woke, still feeling tired, but this was soon forgotten, when I realised the need for the Porcelain Throne was urgent, top-priority and as ineluctable, as it was! I got hold of the walking stick, and grudgingly freed my voluminous flobby-body from the clutches of the near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, £300 second-hand, sometimes working, dangerous, but comfortable recliner. I was off to the wet room to satisfy my needs.

To my surprise, the brain had retained a modicum of cerebricity, for I remembered to take the stick with me, and to carefully avoid any toe-stubbing against the WC seat-riser’s metal legs!

wd 0.0.255 The evacuation was a painful, unwilling effort again, and much blood flowed and needed cleaning up afterwards. Perhaps the INR level had gone up, at least I assumed it had, because Harold’s  Haemorrhoids, were not the cause of the bleeding. After sorting out the cleansing of the room and myself, I took a wee-wee, and what a different type this time. A WYPSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Persistent-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee). A new kind of variety this one! More cleaning up had to be done again! Tsk!

2Tue04No sooner had got into the kitchen, and another wee-wee was needed.

I used the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket). This time around, the action was of an RDDWW (Reluctant-Drip-Drip-Wee-Wee). Well, it saves me getting bored!

2Tue06A wash and I took a photo out through the thick-framed, light & view blocking, multi-glass paned that can’t be reached for cleaning, and the step ladders are needed to view down below, in the event of a fire alarm activation that I can’t hear new windows anyway.

2Tue05T’was a red sky on the horizon this morning.

I got on with the Health Checks and took the medications. The ageing sphygmomanometer I bought from Boots, the one that said ‘Made in India’ on the box, and ‘Made in China’ on the actual machine, worked at the third attempt. The results looked fine to me. Sys 147, Dia 73, Pulse 79 and the Temperature was 35.1°c.

Well, well, another wee-wee! And a different mode too. This one was of the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-Wee-Wee) variety. At least there was no pain with it. Haha!

wd 0.0.255 Oh dear! Back to the Porcelain Throne. (I decided on no going out today, to avoid any getting caught -short!) The same again this time, hard, painful work to free the reluctant mass!

wd 0.0.255 As I started the computer, the Peripheral Neuropathy stimulated dancing and jumping began in the hands and shoulder! The timing was terrible, just as I was about to start on creating page headers in CorelDraw. By the time that I’d got one graphic done, and updated the Monday post and sent it off – about six-hours had passed! And a varied mixture of about six wee-wees had been taken!

As I went to make a brew, carefully though, the hand and shoulder that gave me so much hassle in doing the blog up, were still prancing about to their heart’s content! Grumph! Sorry-for-myself=mode adopted!

2Tue07I had started to feel a bit weak or tired, just delicate, and the mind was becoming a little vague. This worried me.

When I noticed the insect bites, blood papsules, blotches, whatever they were, had increased on the lower arm?

I felt the need for yet another Porcelain Throne Visit arising. So off to the wet room, what still had 2Tue08the aroma lingering from the last visit. Hehe!

The Porcelain Throne alarm was a false one this time?

I must admit, when I was washing the dandies and looked in the mirror, it was not precisely a very encouraging sight to see. I seem to have gone all pale and blotchy in the face, again. I was unsure of whether or not, to call, phone or see the Doctor, or dial 111? Hehehe!

I continued with beginning this post, up to now, then went onto CorelDraw to do some more templates. But it was hard, slow and frustrating work with the dancing digits. After an hour or two, and three wee-wees, I needed another. I visited the wet room this time, so I could take a look at how the pallid face was going on. But I didn’t feel too bad in myself.

2Tue09Ablutions were done, and I got ready to go out. 

I spotted a couple walking their dogs in the bottom field. They went up and into the tree Copse, and a twinge of jealously irked me!

I wondered; I don’t suppose I’ll ever manage to be fit enough to have another beloved hobble through this tree copse, again? Sulk-Mode Adopted!

I took a photo, well, the nubilous sky demanded it.

2Tue10aI found myself doing some nephelococcygia (The act of seeking and finding shapes in clouds) for ages. I kept thinking I could make out a face in them, then losing it again.

A final wee-wee before I left to get the L9 bus down the hill to Sherwood. It turned out to be of the WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee), which needed some cleaning up afterwards.

12:30hrs: Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

As I got out of the lift, Jenny’s Frank arrived. And taking his photo, a half-decent one became a problem. The hands and fingers started dancing, and Frank wouldn’t stay still at first. Hehe!

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We had a chinwag, and I hobbled out to the shed. Only a few folks inside, but plenty out at the bus stop. Who, after natter, I joined for a gossip and earwigging session. Joycie arrived. She was meeting up with her  Sisters for a drinking and laugh, in Nottingham. I intended to go down on the Arnold bound bus to get some fresh garden peas and bread.

wd 0.0.255 But, 2Tue12cI got on the wrong bus! Hard to believe even for me, the number of times I’m doing this lately! So, no Sherwood. I got off on Woodborough Road and limped along to the Aldi store.

I came out with Soughdough baguettes, lemon mini-muffins, peas, some lemon yoghourts, vinegar and something 2Tue12dI tried for the first time; Halloumi Fries. I’ll try these tonight, fingers crossed on what they taste like.

Paid at the tills, no shaking fingers, arms, leg or shoulder there today, unlike last Sunday’s palava a2Tue12end embarrassment! No involuntary external dancing at all today – and I hope that is the way it stays.

I walked along Woodthorpe Road, towards and down Woodthorpe Rise, and the L9 bus stop.

2Tue12fWhile waiting for the bus, one of the dangerous Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists came by, and hit the trolley with her pedals as she passed me! Humph!

A lady I often talk with on the bus arrived, and we chatted. She got off two stops later, and I went down to the Winwood Heights Complex.

I walked to the flats with a lady tenant, and we had a laugh and natter as we did so.

In the flat, I was again in a weary state, so early as well? A wee-wee and I got the meal cooking. Taking care not to fall asleep while doing it. Ahem!

2Tue12gWell, what a feast I had! The Halloumi slices were wonderfully seasoned, the beef pasty great, along with the tomatoes, sliced potatoes, and garden peas. A lemon mini-muffin and jar of lemon yoghourts went down well, too. The overall flavour rating was 8.2/10.

A wee-wee, a wash and a change of togs to nightwear, which means I got some fresh PP’s on, and everything else off. Scary, I know, Sorry!

2Tue14wd 0.0.255 I found out I’d left the Brunswick smoked ham out of the fridge on Sunday, and had put it in the biscuit box, instead! Spit and bother, I hate myself at times!

The World Cup, Ladies Semi final, twixt England and the USA, began. After much-biased cursing, a penalty retracted by Var, Bookings, a penalty given wrongly by VAR, a late sending off by the Brazilian officials. (The Brazil that since 1970, where over 700,000 square kilometres (270,000 sq mi) of the Amazon rainforest have been destroyed. Just thought I’d mention it). No doubt about it though, the best team won – oh did I not mention it? America won 2-1.

Today, the other semi-final between the Netherlands and Sweden will take place. Then on Sunday, the final. I will transfer my support to the American’s now. Netherland (Amsterdam counts about 250 coffee-Drug-shops and most of them are located in the Red Light District. From psychedelic to hipster-ish but also from very local ones to more touristic places, each of Amsterdam coffeeshops has its own atmosphere. You will surely find one that suits you perfectly. They are not only to smoke weed. They are real social places where you can easily meet people and spend some good times with friends. Watching TV, playing chess or card games and much more can be done here. And always in a very relaxing way) will play Sweden (They have an outright, zero-tolerance policy ban on the possession, sale, transport, and cultivation of cannabis, including for medical use). Given that Britain had been unable to prevent the successful invasion by Nazi Germany of both France and Norway, the Swedish government was not convinced that the British could protect them and opted to continue exports. The iron ore provided much needed gold bullion, food and coal from Germany.

So, there you are, Druggies v Abstainers in the semi-final of the world cup. I’ve no idea what this means, and little interest in the match, either. But whichever team wins, I just want them to lose against America. Bias? Me? Yes!

3Wed01awd 0.0.255 Yet another little sleep night. Again I tried all the tips from the stroke ward hospital. Put a hat on to hide the light. Think of happier times, (well I spent hours trying to find one! Hehe!). Breathing deeply. Avoided nicotine. Do exercises, I did! Turn the heating off, it was already off! Very late on, when I eventually nodded off.

Hence, I didn’t get up until around 03:30hrs, and could not get back to kip again… Schmuck! Life, is becoming of a little less value, nowadays. Haha!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 22nd June 2019: Whopsiedangleplopitis today!

2019 21 June

2019 June 22

Saturday 22nd June 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 22 Mehefin 2019

02:35hrs. I wok5Fri24e with a determination, rekindled, reignited, rejuvenated, to stop my ever-increasing weight the last few days! Perhaps I’d been dreaming about it, but I cannot recall for sure. I was confident that the oleogustusness of the body had shot up, (not surprising eating meal such as last nights veritable feast – photo right), as I freed the torso from the £300, c1968, ancient, grotty beige coloured rickety recliner. So sure, that I decided to weigh myself, expecting the worse.

As I was using the stick to gain my balance and get up, it became evident that the need for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne meant a diversion to the wet room. The damaged toe was far less bother and painful this morning, but I still tried to take care not to have toe-stubbings anymore than I could! No dancing leg, shoulder or arm, cheered me up a tad. But the hand was playing up a bit. Which did cause me some worry. As I got myself gently settled onto the Porcelain Throne. (Naturally, Hehe!) The evacuation went well, only the slightest spot of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, and things were far less messy.

WD 0.0.255c Then a wash and off to the spare (junk) room to weigh my enormously elephantine wobbly body. The mystery of the disappearing scales confused me for a while. After faffling around searching, moving the three and the four-wheeled trolleys, stacks of boxes of Protection Pants, knocking over one of the metal hanger racks, and picking up the togs and replacing them, I found the scales. They were nestled in a corner, under a pile of clothes to take to the Charity Shop? I dug them out and adjusted the setting, so they were correct, and cautiously stood on them… Well, it was not a bad as I thought it would be,  but still up on the last weighing. Although lower than before the stroke, at 14st-9lb. So, the stone I’d lost had gone down to about 9-10lb, I think. So, today onwards, I must try to eat a little less, every bit uneaten must be to my advantage? Semi-Guilty-Mode adopted.

Back to the wet room, for another wee-wee, and what a wee-wee this one was! I didn’t time it, but it must have been close to a record time-wise. But it was only trickling out 6Sat01again, and stinging a bit as it did so. A new classification for this one, a DTPLWW (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wee) Humph!

WD 0.0.255c I took a picture of the poor old stubbed-toe, not an excellent one, mind, the fingers and hands untimely started jumping and the electric-shock-like dancing at that time. Tsk! 

Then, I noticed a concern that 6Sat09bothered me a smidge. It looked like the ankle ulcer was coming back. Well, it looked like it to me, I could see the colouring coming on like it did last and the first time. I could feel the same tingling sensation from it as before, just before the growth bursting out?

Fingers-crossed that I am wrong. Mind you, if I recall it rightly, that time, it took me two weeks to get to see the Doctor, who got nurse Ann to bandage it, telling me not to go back, but replace the cream and bandage myself. Made an appointment at some Health Centre, the first one that can see me and is free will be used. Four weeks later, I got a letter appointment to go to the Mary Potter Health Centre, the date was in another fortnight. So, after the leg ulcer appeared, they had like a shot, got me an appointment within two months! Hahaha! Not funny, really, is it? The ulcer had all but cleared up by the time I got there (Which was a struggle, with the clinic not having a bus service that goes near it, Huh!). Then they diagnosed the Axonotmesis and Peripheral Neurosis nerve damage, told me there was nothing they could do about it, and eventually, I will lose the use of the leg and possibly the arm and hand as well. There is no diacatholicon. I remember thanking them! I got myself side-tracked and waffled on a bit there, Sorry!

6Sat10Got the health-checks done and medications taken.

The readings looked much betterer this jolly sunshine-coming-out morning. With, Sys 120, Dia 64, Pulse 74 and Temperature at 34.9°c: Decent looking figures for once?

A bit of a red sky showing. ‘Red sky in the 6Sat06morning, Shepherds Warning’ – I checked on the weather for today on Google. Possible thunderstorms around 16:00 hrs! But not much rain until the early hours of tomorrow morning.

I got on with updating the Friday Inchcock Today. Not too hard a job, the dancing and jumping from the hands, fingers, arm and shoulder was not too bad at the moment. And with so few photographs to publish, I got it done and sent off in almost a record time.

WD 0.0.255c I had to go for a wee-wee, I was using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket) by now. They were all of the new DTPLWW (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wee) variety, this one had a tiny bit of blood in it. I may have caught ‘something’ against the top edge, though. 

I hand-washed the t-shirt and, left them soaking for a while.

I went to make a brew, and about to take a few shots out through the unwanted, dangerous, hard-to-reach and clean kitchen windows, the ones with the thick plastic light & view-blocking frames, and changed my mind. I went out on the balcony to take a few shots of the Sunday morning views without a single tellurian in sight.

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WD 0.0.255c I closed the windows without an injury. It was when I was gathering the walking stick to come back into the flat, that it dawned on me, that I had taken these photographicalisations… with no clothes on underneath the open dressing gown! Coy-embarrassment Mode Engaged! Thank heavens there were no people around! Phew and faugh! I just pray there were no photographers out there, laughing!

WD 0.0.255c I made up a template and got on with today’s creation. The fingers were now getting worse. They were so bad that I tried the ‘Talking to them’, as proposed by Sonia and Caroline. Amazingly it seemed to work, or perhaps they were ready to ease off? No telling, really. But they soon started again, and I swore at them… then again, I usually do this on bad sessions, Humph!

WD 0.0.255c I needed another wee-wee, and the bucket was so full, I decided to take it for emptying and being disinfected. And, damn-well stubbed my toe en route to the wet room! Argh and Asdfghjkl!

This led to a real shocker of a discovery! A fear-indu6Sat08cing moment! Oh, Gawd-blimey, yes!

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Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles!

As I passed the corner stand, I noticed how dusty that my Auntie Kath’s old Snoopy-type ‘Porcelain Peter’ ornament dog had gotten.

I immediately collected him to clean and took him into the kitchen, placing him in the bowl and filling it with hot soapy water

The will-power sank – they are back, I lamented to myself, adding some naughty words in frustration!

After the initial shock, I found that only one of the weevils was alive?

They all came from inside the pottery. I returned to investigate around the corner shelf stand. But could see no more of the cursed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles EIBWBBBs. I’m all confused now! They felt fresh, not dried out, but all but one that came out in the water were dead?

I can’t remember what time of year they started to wake up in 2018. I pray that they do not start over with their invasion again. Oh, Dangwangles! I checked to see that I had plenty of the bug-killer spray in stock, which thankfully, I had! Mind you, the side-effects of that spray might have helped give me the stroke? I’m even more confused now!

WD 0.0.255c I made another brew, and the ear-holes were itching, and I decided to put some olive oil in them. I was scratching a little, and the blighted fingers started to jump and dance about, and I cut the ear lip with the fingernail! Is it worth carrying on? Hehehe!

I cleaned up and got back to the computer with the mug of tea, and started this blog writing. Eventually getting up to here.

Then I went on the WordPress Reader. Only 08:00hrs now, not having to do Josie’s cheesy potato meal has saved me some hours today, but of course it will cost me some tomorrow. But I was disappointed in the lateness of being adviced of the change of day, but the gal didn’t know her family were going to invite her on the trip to some grand mansion. (blown if I can remember the name of it now. I’m not surprised, though! Haha!

I went to replace the mug of tea that I’d let go cold.

WD 0.0.255c I’d left the damned hot water tap (faucet) running. It had, of course, gone cold. So now, I had eight hours to go before any hot water was available. A showerless stinking day! I pondered over what I could cook for the meal, that would not need a lot of cleaning. I decided that some battered sausages could be oven baked in a foil dish and some baked beans in a saucepan that could be left in soak afterwards, in a kettle of boiled water. So I set about opening (ring-pull) a can of beans… I dropped the ring-pull, bent down leaning on the stick and side of the sink to pick it up… and the flaming arm and shoulders went into one of their dance routines. Which meant I spilt the beans on the floor!

WD 0.0.255c It gets better: I got down to clean up the mess, and struggling up, in what I thought was a careful manner, I clouted the back of my head on the shelf edge!

Good God, it’s not 10:00hrs yet, and I am already a physical and nervous wreck! Lost the scales! Then been talking to my fingers, hand, arm and shoulder! Stubbed my poor toe again! Having a new variety of DTPLWWs (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wees) to contend with. Discovered another leg ulcer coming up! Suffered the Peripheral Neurosis inspired results of dancing fingers, hand, arm, leg and shoulder! I’ve done involuntary flashing while photographicalisationing from the balcony! Cut my ear hole! Discovered invading cursed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. Spilt half a can of baked beans on the floor! Clouted my head on the kitchen drainer!  Ran the hot water away! And, there is still so long left for more cockups and disasters!

WD 0.0.255c And now, Horrible Herbert above has started his knocking and banging about!

And what help does one get? “You must be more careful!” Phwert! The Axonotmesis and Peripheral Neurosis dancing right-limbs at any time, the Stroke-induced loss of balance going. The untreated for months toes and feet don’t exactly help.

And Horrible Herbert above is still knocking and banging about! But this is acceptable, the Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould says so! Which it is, of course, it’s just me getting ratty and sorry for myself over my ill-fortune today – Naughty Inchcock!

Sorry about that verbal outburst. But, things ain’t good at the moment, and there are no signs of any immediate improvement.

I made another replacement brew for another one that I let go cold. Then went on the TFZer site Facebooking. I stopped briefly to get the potatoes in the oven cooking and returned to the Facebooking for another two hours or so, then back to cheese-up the potatoes and put them back in the oven to brown off the tops.

6Sat13Some sorting of paperwork, then got the nosh served up.

I had to boil some water to leave the soaking utensils in a soak in the sink.

WD 0.0.255c I had one helluva Dizzy Dennis spell, just as got the fodder arranged on in the deep dish. Thankfully, only a short one. It’s a good job I had the stick with 6Sat14me at the time.

The meal was as disappointing a one as I’ve ever made. Shame! The sausages were tasteless and fatty, the beans were overcooked and just as insipid and unappetising as the rest of the meal. I even made a mess of the cheesy potatoes! They were poorly mixed and lumpy! Shame-Mode-Engaged! Flavour rating was given, of only 4/10! Most of it was thrown away, and naughty nibbles were eaten as a substitute!

The clearing up and cleaning afterwards was fine, for the hot water had come back on, which helped de-miserablise the situation somewhat!

I had hoped to watch the two ladies football matches. The Germany v Nigeria, then the Netherlands v Australia. The first match was a cracker. The Australia (who I wanted to win) v Netherlands match, was on too late for me to stay awake!

When I got to sleep, dreams made it a restless night. Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today – Tue 4 June 2019: The stubbed toe seemed to hold my interest mostly today. Stroke After-Care Sharon visited.

2019 4 June

2019 June 4

Tuesday 4th June 2019

Maori: Rātū 4 o Hune 2019

03:50hrs. I rose grudgingly, from the depths of a glorious, dream free, wee-wee uninterrupted, five-and-a-half hour kip! The usual wee-wee being required.

WD 102.0.74 Being in a rush to get to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and the resting having eased off the pain from the blackened stubbed toe, I was soon off out of the £300, c1968, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured rickety recliner… and fell back into the same within seconds! The shock of the agonising pain when I stood up made me fall back into the ageing recliner again. It took a few minutes for me to get over the shock. And the familiar aching and hurting began all over again. I did manage to get the slippers on, but that was because I was in need desperately now, for the emergency grey bucket!

The wee-wee was of the SNSWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wee) style. I soon kicked off the slippers, which were too painful to wear, and the toe almost began to glow in the darkness. Hehehe!

2Tue06

The colouring was bright in the lamplight hand, purple/red, blue and sometimes it looked black? But I am colour blind.

2Tue02I decided to get the daily hand-washing done. Only one shirt, flannels and one pair of socks to do this morning. I eagerly got them washed and rinsed, rung-out as best as I could manage, and hung up the shirt, and put the socks and flannels to dry on the flat airer. Smug-Mode-Adopted.

Got straight on with updating the Monday Inchcock Today. With the photographs, this took me ages, but persistence in battling the electricalised jumping right-hand fingertips paid off. I got it posted to WordPress.

I celebrated with a super pain-free wee-wee! Hehehe!

I went to make a mug of tea but didn’t do so. I had to nip for a heavy-duty Porcelain Throne session. Although uncomfortable and painful, it was far less so than previous ones, and less messy too!

WD 102.0.74 The stubbing of a left big toe against the metal toilet seat riser legs, I could have done without.

I checked and rang-out the shirt again, and back to the computer to make a start of this blog. Two hours, one paragraph, and four wee-wees later, I decided to get the ablutions sorted out. Carer Sharon is due at 0745hrs, so I wanted to get myself ready for her arrival. Any exercises today, are not going to be comfortable, salutary, and seem unjustified, with the stubbed-toe still being in an aculeate mood.

1Mon06Back to making a brew. Took the medications and did the health checks – ’twas a bit of a surprise with some readings this morning. Sys 165. Dia 143, but the Pulse was only 56? Low surely? The temperature was 35.7°c. I checked on Google: High environmental temperatures can be dangerous to your body. In the range of 90˚ and 105˚F (32˚ and 40˚C), you can experience heat cramps and exhaustion. Between 105˚ and 130˚F (40˚ and 54˚C), heat exhaustion is more likely. You should limit your activities at this range. I’m confused more now. Tsk!

2Tue03I went onto the balcony to take a picture of below, through tone of the uncleanable multi and dirty glass panes. I used to be able to take these shots from the old, simple and workable kitchen windows. But the new unwanted, multi-glass-paned windowed with the sticking out wide ledge, the higher lowest point to gain access, but not now. I need to use the stepladder to gain access to the unfavourable, disappointing, lamentably hard to gain access for cleaning, the 2Tue05unbidden and uncherished execrated windows, to view outside and below.

I found this “Didn’t-Mean-to-take-it”, picture later, on the SD card. Apparently taken as I made my way back indoors, from the deprecated new balcony.

Yet another call to pop to the wet room, for a wee-wee.

1Mon02WD-A Purple Unfortunately, this involved my suffering a new toe-stubbing one more time! Yet again, against the WC risers metal legs! Not that it bothered me, of course.

Lie02a I merely laughed it off, with gay abandonment and quite a little laugh! I may have said something like “Well, fancy that!”

Sharon, from the Stroke Support Recovery Team, rang the intercom. She is such a nice lady, patient and knowledgeable too. She went over how things were with me and seemed au fait of many things that had happened already. Patient with me, and recognisant of my problems. I explained about the expected Doctors phonecall and or visit not taking place yesterday. The shaking from the Peripheral Neuropathy and the toenail situation. After a good long session, she departed. I thanked her, and off she popped.

I took another wee-wee, still of the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) variety. Then planned to have some instant potato with added cheese and onions, a tin of garden peas and some sausages or pork for the meal later. See, I can make decisions, it’s just that I often change my mind a lot. Temporising and equivocating come easy to me nowadays. Tsk!

I made a brew of Glengettie tea, then went on CorelDraw to make up some diary page Headers and Thoughts.

Many hours later, I got the meal prepared.

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The instant mash with onions, tomatoes, garden peas, sweet peas, roast pork and a lemon mousse. I had the last of the wholemeal bread thins with it. Flavour rating: 9.2/10.

The cheesy mash, after mixing, went into the oven on a tray and done until burnt. Great!

Took the medications and settled in the rickety dour-beige recliner. Put the TV on, and for the first time in ages, nodded off like I used to regularly before the stroke. I kept waking up a few times and then decided to doss down proper.

Pulled the woolly hat down over the eye, tried to think of happier times and England… and drifted off. Ahh!

Inchcock Today – Sat 1 June 2019: An effutiation and Whoopsiedangleplop dominated day, today!

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2019 June 1

Saturday 1st June 2019

Swedish: Lördag 1 Juni 2019

Wd BLACK 04:40hrs. I woke after laying praying futilely for sleep for hours and hours. And an hour-and-a-half after eventually dropping off. Phwert!

Within seconds, I was in need of the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). Again, I was caught by surprise with how full it was. I must have been using it without realising a few times during my microscopical sleep?

Wd BLACK 6Sat07A most delusive sound rang out from somewhere. A kind of vague, wailing noise with coughing sounds in the background? This happened twice in the space of thirty seconds. It was rather loud. I heard it easily enough, without any hearing aids in? But couldn’t locate the source of the worrying noise. Tsk! The plumbing, perhaps?

I took the nearly full bucket to clean and be disinfected in the wet room. Job done, I ventured to try and find the source of this mystery lamentational noise. To the kitchen first. Nothing found. Got the step ladder, which is now needed since the installation of the new light & view-blocking. thick-framed new windows, to see below, outside. No untoward signs. Then I had a look and listened with the door held open. Nothing heard or seen. Another Mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court: that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. Apparently, illusion, delusion, & hallucination ridden! Mmm!

The fingers started to at electrocuted again, when the tips touch anything. The updating of the Friday blog was a nightmare, well, daymare! It took me so long, I’d almost grown a head of hair by the time it was completed and posted off to WordPress.

I took the medications and did the health checks. Sia 166, Dia 85, Pulse 76 and the temperature at 35.6°c, then took some photographs with the new, freshly charged Canon camera.

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6Sat16Wd BLACK I managed to take another unknown mystery photograph I found later on the SD card?

Ah well, it’s in keeping with all the earlier cameras – or is it me? Haha!

Started this blog off. But it was still hard work!

Wee-wees seemed to be dying down, they were getting less frequent for sure?

 Time to get the ablutions done. And what an annoying session this was. The dang right-hand fingers were electrifying-dancing more than ever, just when I was shaving. Somehow or other, I managed without cutting myself.

Wd BLACK Per contra, 2019 May 23athe dancing-fingers kept on and continued to give me bother. I dropped the toothbrush (that was a good one, I still haven’t found where it went, and I had to use another one?). The eye-drop bottle was also dropped, well it shot out of my pestering fingers hand really, and via the sink, WC, wall, cabinet and the floor, rolled around the back of toilet into the hardest place there could be for me to retrieve it! The disposable razor shot out of my hand twice! The carbolic soap slipped and hit the wall on its way to plop into the toilet bowl!
Last but not least, of the Axonotmesis causing  Whoopsiedangleplops by any means… I dropped the bottle of Brute after-shave, and it landed on my corned toes with the elongated nails that are still awaiting being cut! Oh, the agony! I failed to appreciate the humorous side of things on this occasion.

In pain, weed-off and somewhat battered, I tackled the problem of getting dressed. A simple-enough operation for the majority of the population, but I am in with the 6% of older and frail folks who struggle, and boy did I have to moil all the way!

7Sun16Wd BLACK I banged my ankle when using the Sock-Glide. Hit my elbow on the edge of the door edge. Clouted the back of my head when getting the jumper on. A bit of a mystery even to me, how I managed to do this. Getting the Ankle-Support straps on, was one hell of a struggle, but I felt so proud of myself once it was fitted, I went into Smug-Mode!

The pins had lost a bit of fluid retention. The 6Sat18knees were not so gnarled either. But some new papsules in number were appearing again now. And one leg was a little larger than the other.

Wd BLACK I got the shoes on, but when I stood up, the feet were in just too much pain with the strapping wearing on the toes. Taking off the ankle-Support was not precisely pain-free, either. The short-lived Smug-Mode was cancelled! To be replaced with the Dismally, Depressed – Discouraged – Doleful – Depths-Mode was adopted! Damned close to feeling sorry for myself, now! That won’t do!

Then I got the hand washing done. Got one t-shirt not dried from yesterday on the airer. Then washed and started to dry a pair of socks, a thick jumper, and a woolly-bob-hat. I’m enjoying doing this each day, it keeps me active to a degree when I’m not feeling too bright.

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I was slightly cheered, when I remembered the Saturday morning out-of-date cheap food sale was on in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Emergency Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. So, I took some chocolate nougat and a mandarin dessert for them in the trolley, and a recycling bag down with me on the way to the hut. I dropped the bag next to the caretaker’s door.

6Sat19 I limped along, with the pains and injuries from the ablution session still sore. Hehehe! Arrived at the shed, and turned to take this picture of Windwood Heights, without any lorries, vans or worked; it being a Saturday.

Also, the distinguished, well-mannered, residents folks of Winwood Heights, now have an accessible footpath to use, at least this weekend we have anyway.

Only five people in the cabin when I arrived. I had the shakes and a bit of a dizzy-spell as I went inside. I put this down as the reason for my purchasing some Egyptian broccoli that was all seeds, and the 3-day out-of-date rock hard pack of potato cakes. I gave someone the chocolates and mandarins. I seem to remember doing a lot of talking?

Wd BLACK No doubt, the dizzy and shakes combined, had put-me-off balance a smidge. Once outside and gently walking back to Woodthorpe Court along Chestnut Walk, I realised I had bought some broccoli and the hard potato cakes. But cannot recall doing so, although I remember seeing them on sale. Angela and Roy were walking in the opposite direction, I think I asked them if they wanted the food, but they wisely declined. Hehe!

6Sat18aI tried to get a decent shot of some magpies in the shrubbery as I walked along the rubbish-strewn footpath.

Wd BLACK This first shot made me suddenly aware that I had bought, or been sold, the Canon camera X40, that did not have a view-finder fitted. Bad that, with me missing the fact. I felt a right Charlie actually!

6Sat18bThen another bird came down to join its mate on the floor. I patiently waited so long to get a good picture.

Later, when I got the picture on the computer, this on the right is what I’d taken?

Either the magpies were like lightning, or I was not adequately recovered from the earlier funny turn properly? Haha!

6Sat21I just got the lens through the wire fencing to take this photo of the linking passageway between Woodthorpe Court and Winwood Courts. Not operational yet of course, but it looks good and airy, and will keep us old uns indoors in the rain?

I managed to get another photograph messed up as I was about to grab the three-wheeled-guide to carry on back to the flats6Sat19.

Sat beyond the trolley, was the most-appealing long-haired grey cat. Just sat apparently calmy looking at me. I’d have sworn blind I had taken a shot of the old grey cat in the picture, too!

I was feeling a smidge disorientated, I think. I got in the flat foyer and dropped the potato cakes and broccoli on the table for someone to try if they liked.

Back up to the flat. The wee-wees had changed to the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-Wee-Wee style.

I got the lethal new kitchen windows open and tried out the zoom on the new view-finderless camera. I was pretty pleased with it. I’d have felt even better if I wasn’t feeling so rough at the moment. The Canon save images in IMG format, the Nikon as P, and the Lumix as DSGN. It all gets me confused even further than I am already!

6Sat25

Got the computer on, to the sounds of taps, knock and the odd bag from above. I heard them with the hearing-aids out.

Wd BLACK I’d got some really tiny new-potatoes in the slow-cooker earlier, about five hours ago, and they were still hard, so I turned the machine to a high setting. I think this crock-pot not cooking very fast is the reason I got the other new one, that fell to pieces the other day. I can’t win, can I? Huh!

I spent about three hours on this update. The jumping fingers stayed that way all the time, so progress was not good.

I went to put the oven for the sweet and sour ready-made wheel, wheel? I meant a meal. (I’m losing it now! Proof of my excellent phlyarologist capabilities, Haha!) And added some orange peppers, I’ll add the potatoes if ever they cook, later. The noise from above had stopped, then I heard a commotion that seemed to be coming from the door. Went to investigate, and found a letter had been posted.

6Sat24 It was from the NHS concerning Bowel Cancer Screening.

The screening kit is to arrive in two weeks. I think I’ve had them before.

Feeling very tired now. So I’ll get the nosh cooking I reckon.

Got the sweet & sour with extra sauce, and the potatoes added, in a tray in the oven. Set timer for 35 minutes, then I can add the sourdough baguettes to it, and they should both be ready at the same time. Fingers crossed.

Feeling a bit perkier now; no more dizzies or shakes for over an hour now. Things are looking up.

6Sat25I got the nosh prepared and served up.

Wd BLACK I shall not be trying this Sweet & Sour chicken ready-meal again. I added the mini-potatoes and baked (heated-up) a sourdough baguette to soak up the juices, which were fine. The pineapple pieces, which I am not supposed to eat, were rock-hard. So I avoided eating them after one bite, this was not a bad thing. There was no sour taste involved, it was all sweet! Flavour-rating 2.5/10. But the baguette was tasty!

But for anyone that likes dry, stringy chicken pieces and sickly sweet sauce, with granite-like pineapple pieces, these Sharwoods meals can be bought from Morrisons. They’ll be ideal for you.

Washed and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, and put the TV on. It took ages, but eventually I nodded-off – must have needed it, cause I slept straight through for five-hours.