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Inchcock – Sunday 9th April 2017: Incorporating his hobble to see the Tropical Gardens!

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Sunday 9th April 2017

Polish: Niedziela 09 Kwietnia 2017

Terrible night again, kept dreaming and waking, nodding off again, dreaming and waking… Oh dear! The irritating thing is I cannot recall any of the dreams and failed to make any notes on the pad.

0435hrs: Felt a bit nippy this morning. The stomach rumbled with a painful stab or two that informed me of the urgency to disentangle myself from the £300 second-hand recliner and make for the porcelain throne… Damn it! I didn’t make it in time on this occasion! Tripping over the picker-upper stick on the way didn’t help.

Like yesterday, it flowed freely and had some blood in it this morning. Then, as I started to cleanse and sort things out, as I put the clothing in a bucket to soak and disinfect, I realised the hot water was cold!

Yes, I checked in the kitchen and found I’d left the hot water tap running last night in the sink once more! Luckily it was still only around 0500hrs so the water should heat up a bit before it stops for the day. Boiled a few kettles of water to soak the clothes in.

Realised also, that I’d left the kitchen window open – that explained why it felt a bit nippy earlier. Huh!

Got the medications taken with a cuppa and took the drugs.

A bit concerned about the first readings of the day.

Might be due to the hassle I’ve been having so far?Still, the weight had gone down a bit.

Still, the weight had gone down a decent amount.bit.

I got the computer going and finished the Saturday diary off, then started this one off.

The tea had gone cold, so I went to make another one. Tested the hot water while in there and it was heating up nicely. Phew!

I felt that warm wet sensation again. Another cleaning and the medicating session had to be done. The tea went cold again.

Put the kettle on. And had a feeling-sorry-for-myself moment as I viewed the scenery outside.

Then had a feeling-sorry-for-myself moment as I saw the scene outside, while the tummy rumbled, Anne Gyna let me know she was there and Duodenal Daniel started off giving me some jip!

It didn’t last long, though. As I returned the medications to their drawer, I saw that last night’s dosage pot was still full of the tablets – I’d missed taking them! What a clot! I’m getting worse and don’t know where to get help from, Humph! Hehe!

Mustn’t complain though, I’m lucky to be here still. I cheered up a bit and decided to stay in today.

And see how he is, and get this WordPressing finished and did some graphics and Facebooking. No buses anyway on a Sunday.

Checked the Google Calendar and found a reminder that Monday is going to be a rather busy day.

I don’t have to collect the prescriptions now though, having fetched them yesterday.

Not looking forward to tomorrow much.

Might not have time to do the diary at all, so I may leave it and do two on the next day when there will be far fewer tasks to be completed?

Got an email from Sister Jane.

Replied and hoped to get out to see her soon.

I warned her of the dreadfully bland tasteless Mature (Huh!) Manchego lambs cheese I got from Lidl.

Gawd it was awful.

Like paper-mashie with plastic! Tim Price told me that this type of cheese was appetising, apparently, Lidl had bought in the crap brand.

The tummy continues to rumble grumble and twinge. Anne Gyna has eased off, but Duodenal Daniel was persistent. Hate days like this.

Did some Facebooking. Got graphic started and finished for the TFZers.

Amazed it only took me four hours from start to posting it off.

Got myself ready for the ablutionisationing session.

Only one cut in the shaving process, no bleeding gums or teeth, however, Little Inchy was sore and Haemorrhoid Harold bled a bit, but far less than earlier. Again, no complaints from me.

Called Olive to see if I could call on her, but no answer. I think I had a distant memory of her telling me she was going out with the family today though.

Got the jars in the bag and set off down to the foyer.

Tenant Janie was there waiting for a lift and I had a chat with her, cause she had not bee to any meetings for a while. Seems they had changed her medication doses and it didn’t suit her, poor gal.

Hobbled off down Chestnut Walk to deposit the jars in the bottle bank bin.

Back to the flats turned left and up into the beloved Copse.

Lovely morning as I set off walking up through it, but Anne Gyna soon let me know she was there.

Tsk!

To the top and right into Woodthorpe Grange Park.

As I passed the kiddies park I took a photo of the flats.

Olive’s is located on the left corner four floors down.

Wandered off up and through the park. With the weather being so fine it had brought out many families and dogs walking their owners, and I got a lot of pleasure (A touch of jealousy too, Hehe) just by watching them enjoy themselves.

I waddled through the garden section and up into the Tropical House.

I loved this last time I went a while ago now, and again I did so.

Just out of site to the right of this path I took on entering the indoor garden, I found they had altered the fish pond and added another feeding water pond next to it.

I can’t remember if the model of the elephant was there last time, but looked like it was either new or had been cleaned up.

Had a chinwag to a lady and gentleman who were sat on the rest bench at the end.

Well, a chat with the lady, the poor bloke looked awfully down and depressed, poor soul.

She asked if I knew what the model animal was supposed to represent behind where she was sat. I said I’ll take a photographicalisation of it and if I find out, I’ll return and write it on the sign near it.

She laughed and he sneered. The chap was obviously in pain, I think.

Said my farewells and turned at the end and back down the other side, where I managed to get another photograph of the pond, this time with the feeder one in the shot.

Just missed getting the two people I’d been speaking to it, but got the end of the bench. Hehehe!

Departed the lovely warm garden and made my way to have a look in the PArk’s Flower Shop. Not the foggiest idea what I was looking at plant-wise, but had the idea of asking someone if they had any indoor plants that are hard to kill-off. But they were so busy, I just had a wander around and left.

Anne Gyna was getting more irritable with me the longer I plodded on, so decided to have a nip (Or hobble, might be a better word here, Haha!) around the edge planting and then cut through back towards the apartments.

The beautiful and tallest tree I passed demanded photographicalisationing from me.

So I did. Glad I caught mother and daughter in it, I didn’t mean to, but Mum seemed so happy at getting out and about, it pleased me that she did. I knew she was happy, cause my I.Q. told me.

As I wandered around the thicket I spotted these whatever-they-are plants, with the flower heads seemingly growing upside down. Gorgeous, they were.

I foolishly let myself hobble down the hill into another thicket. (I say foolishly because then, I have to climb back up the hill and knew Anne Gyna was not going to be pleased with this – and I was right, Humph!)

I went down to get a closer look at this bit of growth because I thought I’d spotted a little squirrel in it.

I waited for ages in case it came out or showed itself again.

It did eventually, but by the time it did, I had been distracted by watching some Wood Pigeons that were too far off to photograph when the squirrel did appear once again and was too slow to catch it as it ran off. Still, I got a good one of the greenery?

As I turned around and climbed the little hill to the pathway back into the park, I caught this Horrible Herbert of a Footpath Cyclist coming out of the park and nearly colliding with a young couple strolling along. Humph!

Hobbling rather painfully now, I regretted my decision to try and take a photograph of the squirrel down the hill.

Limped back up the hill and along to where the flats are, and down the grass to the flats.

Far busier on the kiddies park and cafe area now than when I set out. Perhaps the pubs are closed? Hehe!

Managed to get to the flats easier than I thought I might. Had an unpleasant dizzy spell in the lift going up, but all okay by the time I got into the diminutive dwelling.

A heavy duty session on the porcelain throne went well, very well, no bleeding whatsoever. And Anne Gyna calmed down nicely.

Had a rinse and got the potatoes in the saucepan on a low heat.

Made a cuppa and took the midday medications.

A spell on Facebooking then got on with updating this diary. So glad I took the photographs now, I love it when they come out alright. It took hours to get the diary how I wanted it to.

Time for the evening tablets and lotions now. Tsk! I took them a little earlier than I usually do, bearing in mind I missed last nights dosages, I thought it best to.

So, as I made another mug of tea, I notice a young couple far down below, shoes off and having a mini picnic and getting the sun. Don’t blame them.

I tried to take a good picture of them through the glass in the windows but had to take several efforts before I got the decentish one here on the left.

The boiling potatoes were certainly overcooked (Understatement there, Hehe!) a bit. When I tried them they fell to bits. This called for a change of meal plans. So I poured a bit of Soy sauce into the cracks and tried to get them back into a shape resembling potatoes and put them in the oven to firm up and brown off, fingers crossed.

The fatigues came over me even earlier tonight. Ah, the hobble in the park I suspect as being the reason?

There can be no doubt about it, my Métier, stroke forte is defeat. Guaranteed and utter failure! Humph!

Not with a lot of hope or expectancy of success, I scrutinised the TV paper to see if there was anything worth trying to stay awake to watch.

Went to check the spuds and add some vegetarian sausages to them. Hard to believe I know, but I burnt the back of my hand doing this. Such a shock it was, me having an Accifauxpa? I think I might have said,  “Oh, my word!” 

Enjoyed the fodder. Rated it at 9.2/10

The TV was not good – but could I fall asleep? No!

Well into the morning before I got off into the land of nod.

Humph!

Inchcock: Saturday 8th April 2017

Saturday 8th April 2017

Tamil: சனிக்கிழமை 8 ஏப்ரல் 2017

Not a lot of sleep again. Woke at 0310hrs annoyed at not recalling anything about the dreams this time at all, but knew I’d been having them?

As I extracted myself from the wobbly £300 second-hand recliner, there were no dizzies, the water retention seemed to be going down, but the swollen stomach was still wobbling about with increased weight and mass as I made my way to the porcelain room for a heavy duty session? It came freely, very freely. I was wondering when it would stop, Tsk!

Did the health checks and the weight, despite the fluid retention seemingly going down, was a record high for this year!

The other readings seemed to be okay though.

Sorted the medication pots for the coming week.

Nearly out of 30g Codeine Phosphates, but looking at the Google Calendar, I noticed I have to collect the prescriptions from the Chemist in Carrington on Monday.

Or, I might go down later today if the legs are okay to retrieve them, as Monday appears to be going to be a helluva busy day for me, according to the reminders!

I can get some bread at the same time from the Continental Food Store perhaps.

Got the computer going and finished the Friday diary off and got it posted.

Did some WordPressing.

Then onto Facebooking.

Then made a start on a new graphic. Patricia Kropf and Meritt Hutton with their new business venture? Hehe!

Next, I carried out the ablutions, jolly good scrub-up and ready to go out on the hobble to the chemist.

Took the black bags with me and dropped them down the chute, into the lift for a shuddery ride down to the foyer. Met a gal from the 13th floor and had a chinwag. She told me the lift had been reported.

On the limp up Chestnut Walk, I counted 66 markings on the road, pavements and grass. Civil engineers code?

They were in red, blue, white and yellow, sprayed on. Looks like we have a bit of digging to contend me before the workers start doing the upgrade to the flats? Wonder what they mean?

Down Winchester Street and onto Mansfield Road and left, up the hill towards Carrington.

Called into the Continental Food Store and got a loaf and some of their Rolled cooked belly pork with herbs and garlic. The larger lady was serving today, she is less severe than the smaller one, and I like her.

Near the top of the hill, before going over it and down into Carrington, I stopped and turned to take a picture of where I’d walked along the road so far. And caught this naughty Pavement Cyclist who came onto the road at the pelican lights when they were on red and nearly hit lady crossing (Out of picture), then he turned right and up the hill on the road.

Plodded on over the hill and down into Carrington proper and crossed the pelican lights there near to the Co-op.

Where I came across this piece of Nottingham Pavement Art:

It was outside the chip shop, called Pancho’s Fish Restuarant – Burgers, Pizzas & Kebabs.N

I was not surprised in the slightest!N

It reminded me of the few times I’d used this eatery in years gone by when I lived nearby. Something to complain about every time I used it. Mind you, his sausages in batter were alway okay, just the chips, chicken, fish and peas that were horrible! Hehe! Looks like not much has changed?

Walked down to the chemist shop and got the prescriptions.

Then further down the road and onto Hucknall Road to catch a bus into Bulwell. I’d forgotten it was the weekend and the next bus was not due for 55 minutes. So I changed the plans and called into the Lidl store (When will I ever learn!) I spent a long time wandering around and ended up getting some treats. Extra Strong Danish Blue Cheese, Mushroom Tortelloni, Matured for six months Manchego Cheese (Never heard of it before?) It is sheep’s cheese, hope I like it, a block of West Country Vintage Cheddar and some Greek Style plain yoghourt I can add honey or lemon curd to later.

With the big bag of medications and the other things, I was struggling a bit when I left the store, so caught a bus back into Sherwood.

Got off and limped up the road and across the pelican lights to the other side, really had to fight with the legs to get up to the bus top.

Where a bit of luck (Yes, it can happen to me, Hehe!) and as got to it, a 40 bus arrived that took me up Winchester Street. So glad it did, because the next one was an hour later and I’d have been forced into walking all the way up back to the flats.

Back at the apartments, I noticed there must have been hundreds of the surveyor’s signs all over.

Tinkled into the porcelain got the kettle on and unloaded the purchases.

The biggest one, the medications I sorted first into their dedicated drawer.

Then distributed the fodder in various locations.

Looking forward to trying out the new cheeses with some boiled then roasted seasoned potatoes.

I got one of the antacid bottles out to have a swig…

Whoopsiedangleplop number two of the day occurred Humph!: I dropped the bottle, made of glass of course. Heck of a job cleaning it all up. Still, the legs were not as bad as yesterday, so the bending to get the broken glass was not too bad, and I didn’t cut myself anywhere. Getting the spilt medicine off the floor, sink and my trousers were the hardest tasks! The sink is till smeared with it and the trousers will have to go in the washer! Tsk!

Made another brew and got the computer on to update this tosh.

Got the nosh sorted and served up.

At this stage, I feel, in the cause of the advancement of taste-buds and folk who enjoy their food, a particular obligationalistical duty. To offer a warning of perhaps, the most tasteless, cardboard textured imitation plastic cheese that I was foolish enough to be tempted to buy and try to eat when I got home.

From the Lidl store in Carrington.

Mature Manchego Cheese – not the wording, Mature!

Bland is too weak a word to describe this crap cheese!

It is now in the bin, but I fear for any rats that might nibble at it in the refuse bins. They might as well nibble on newspapers if they want any flavour or taste!

Washed up and settled to watch three films that followed each other on the TV.

Fell asleep within ten minutes of the first one starting. Woke up half an hour into the next one, lasted until the adverts came on. Then the Lethal Weapon 3 came on, I didn’t get beyond the opening sequence.

Tsk!

Inchcock – Thursday 6th April 2017

Thursday 6th April 2017

Swedish: Torsdag 6 Apr 2017

Blimey, the dreams I went through last night! I was ensconced up high in a room in a bombed-out skyscraper, which was aphotic. I was an artillery signaller with the largest pink coloured binoculars and an RT. Most annoyed at being strafed by ginormous noisy flying armour plate covered crows? Might sound a bit way-out like, but this is all I can recall of the perhaps, dozens of the little dreams? It seems I woke up every few minutes throughout the night because at 0400hrs I sprang awake desperate for the utilisation of the porcelain throne feeling so weary and drained, fatigued and heavy eyelidded.

This did not stop the flood of almost manic thoughts, ever changing that raided my limited sanity for the next half hour or so. Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner I felt the legs and ankles were far less full of retained liquid, Arthur Itis had returned to give me some hammer, and I really must get a move on to the porcelain… so I did, a bit of a dizzy en route. Settled on the throne and wallowed in agony (Well, pain, but suffering sounds so much more dramatic dunnit? Hehe), as the evacuation took on the proportions of a life threatening situation. Relief was welcome after a while, and success achieved. Had to clean-up the area and myself due to the accompaniment of much blood and ichor during the session, during which I managed to read a chapter of Stephen Fry’s book.Finished the cleaning up, and off into the kitchen

Finished the cleaning up, and off into the kitchen, worrying about the bank fiasco, which was soon replaced by concerns over the holes in the wall. After I’d I’d got the kettle on, made a cuppa and took the Health Readings, which were far better I think this morning: Sys 147 – Dia 70 – Pulse 79 – Temperature 37.1 and weight down, I say, Down to 14.66, fair enough only a tad down, but in the right direction at last! Hope yet? Hehe!

Fretted then over why the monitor machine had to have three attempts to get it going? The state of frettingisation this morning was great. Thankfully it did not last long.

Took the medications and got the computer going, and a new pain showed itself, left-side of the ribs half way up. An aching with stabbing like ones joining in. Humph! You just get one ailment calming down, and another visits you! Haha!

I then fretted over neighbour 93-year-old Norman. He has a taxi picking him up to go to the surgery, and they will return him to the flats. I asked them to call and let me know when he gets back so I can call on him and see how he is.

I remembered that the Winwood Centre Tenants Social Hour had been moved to Friday this week. (Amazing, me remembering something. Hehe!)

Made a start on this diary after finishing yesterday’s off.

Worked on graphicationalising and done this one for the TFZers site.

TFZers Pattie, Marie and me in a garden. Hope they all like it. I thought Marie might use it for one of her Jig-Saws?

I rang Olive to see if I ould call on here. She told me to visit in half-and-hour.

I put the CCTV view of the foyer on the TV. Showing the entrance. So I could see when the taxi comes to collect or drop off Norman later.

Emptied and swapped two of the waste bin bags, and took them out to the rubbish chute. Met Obergruppenfurheress Deana on the way back. Told her about the bank situation, she said to contact her if it doesn’t work out this time. She said Norman had cancelled his appointment for today.

Got the Easter Egg and jar of Wilkinson’s & Sons Strawberry Preserve and off to see Olive. She looked absolutely radiant this morning. Had a nice chinwag and her family called, so I had to depart, giving her an unashamed smacker on the lips as I left her apartment.

Down to catch the bus into Sherwood with some other residents. We’re going to miss this L8 service when it stops. Sob!

Walked down to the Continental Shop and got a brown sliced loaf and some Roast belly pork with herbs. It was warm but windy today.

The legs were already aching badly, and I must have looked a proper cripple as I limped back up Mansfield Road and called at the Birds Fresh Cream Cake shop to sample one of their Iced, Cream-Buns – but they had sold out! Sob again!

Called into Wilko’s to get some kettle descaler. I bought two at £1 each. They had the Airwick Citrus Sprays on offer from £3 to £1.50, so I got two of them and a wash fragrance Boost of their own label. A lovely scent and only £2.50 compared to the Big Brand ones at £6 each, same size.

I met BJ in the store, and we had a natter outside for a bit.

Met Roy up at the bus stop, who kindly told me he had been watching me struggle to walk up the road and I looked like a right cripple. That cheered me up. Hehe!

Up to the flats on the soon to be sorely missed and lamented L8 bus. Roy purloined some thrown away drawers in excellent nick from the skips waiting to be collected, and I helped him up to the flats with them.

The caretaker came out and had a sarcastic word or two with Roy, and I said to him: Who are you then? Oh, yes, our caretaker, that ling since I’ve seen yer I thought you croaked out! We all laughed, but only Roy and I meant it!

Back in the flat, I got the descaler going – but made a bit of an Accifauxpa with it… I know, what a Plonka!

I opened the sachet and added half a kettle of boiled water, put it in the sink, as instructed and left it for ten minutes.

Meanwhile, I poured the Fosalka beans and tomato juice into the saucepan and got the caramelised onion gravy granules, tomato puree and the oven dish ready to use to bake the bacon later.

After the ten minutes had been up, I emptied the kettle in the sink and rinsed it out well.

But there were still bits sticking to the bottom of the kettle! So I had to use the other sachet of cleaner and do it again.

I reread the instruction to see what I’d made a Whoopsiedangleplop with… I was supposed to have put the whole unopened sachet into the water, not empty it into the kettle.

I mean, look at the oh-so-clear capital lettering on the wording: DROP-IN-BAG!

Sad innit?

A good job I bought two of them. Humph!

So I redid the descaling once more.

Took this delightful photograph from the kitchen window while waiting for the ten minutes to pass again.

It came out alright this time.

Gave it good rinsing several times, and then made a fresh brew of Thompson’s in the mug and enjoyed it.

Took the evening medications with it.

Got the bacon in the oven on a low light… a low light I says: That takes me back to old days when I had a gas stove. Swore at the time I’d never go on to use an electric one. At that time, of course, we were on all gas, even the lights.

I think we were the last houses to be converted to electricity, in the Meadows area of Nottingham.  I hasten to add, I was only an ankle snapper then, of course! Hehe!

Added the puree and onion gravy to the beans.

Updated this diary.

Did some Facebooking again. Moved the bacon into the saucepan with the beans. Kept a stirring the concoction. Added black bean sauce and mushrooms to it.

The broth, come stew, come soup, come Beans bacon mix was cooked to perfection for me. But a bit of a disaster with the plan to make enough to last two meals and days.

 After laying it all out on the tray and took this photo… I foolishly thought what a good idea to transfer the fodder contents left in the pan, into a container to keep it fresh in the fridge for tomorrow…

The fingers decided to freeze at just the wrong moment, and the kitchen floor claimed the contents instead. By the time I’d cleaned the place and me up, annoyed Arthur Itis I had to reheat the stew again!

Took the edge right off the meal this Whoopsiedangleplop. I did not enjoy it much. Felt so foolish and annoyed with myself. Then had a dizzy while sat eating it!

Fed-up

Put the things in the bowl to soak overnight, sat down a drifted off seemingly having a dream immediately? It seemed like I remember the Woolworth stores restaurant used to be, but an office. Three girls from the TFZ site (Marie, Pattie and Sandie) were all sat at the table with me. My old English Imperial typewriter was on the desk along with plates of food, and the gals were putting nibbles (Cream cake, Marmite Crisps, Cheesy potatoes, Black beans in beef were amongst the treats) into my mouth and smiling at me? I was in heaven and somehow knew I was dreaming? I was annoyed when I woke up, annoyed at waking up! And, surprised to realise I’d only been sleeping for a few moments!

Got the TV on and fell asleep again, but kept on my waking on and off all through the blooming night so regularly, I was drained when got up at 0420hrs.

Humph!

Inchcock – Wednesday 5th April 2017: Bank Farce Progress? Just maybe?

Wednesday 5th April 201

Swahili: Jumatano ya 5 April 2017

Woke at 0425hrs: The swelling legs had gone down a bit and were far less painful this morning. I think Anne Gyna knew this, cause she was giving me some nasty painful stabs, bless her.

Got out of the £300 second-hand recliner with little bother, and into the kitchen to put the kettle on, turned on the computer and then off to the porcelain throne. Oh dear. Haemorrhoid Harold had and was still bleeding a fair bit, but not enough to make me discard any clothing. Cleaned up and medicated what needed medicating.

Made a nice strong mug of tea and took the medications. At this point, the legs started to give me some bother again. Tsk! Found a note on the 1960 second-hand E-Plan sideboard, with scribble about a dream on it? How it found it’s way onto the sideboard I wasn’t sure?

Got the WordPress going to finish yesterday’s post off, and realised I must have got up last night and wrote about the dream, cause the writing was there in front of me in the diary? A good job I did, because I could never have gleaned so much detail from the scribble I’d wrote.

The tea had gone cold, so I went to make another one. Did the health-checks while I was in there. Dia 169 – Sys 75 – Pulse 89 – Temp 38.1 C, and the best of the lot, Weight 14.75, down at last! I’ll do it again later if I remember, cause I’d not long got rid of a hell of a dollop on the throne.

Remembered I’d got two deliveries coming this morning from Asda and Morrison. So had a wash and changed into the day clothes so as not to answer the door in my jammies.

Finished off yesterday’s diary and started this one off. Realised I’d not put on the picture of last evening’s sky, so I took another one of it.

The Copse is getting thicker now, I’ll soon be able to have a wander through it in search of flora and fauna to photographalise.

I’ve ordered a new kettle in one of the deliveries, cause the one I have seems to be resisting my descaling efforts nowadays.

Had a bash on Facebook for a few hours. The Morrison delivery arrived, followed by the Asda (Walmart) one.

Overdone it again!

Made another brew and weighed myself again… 2lb up on three hours ago and I have not eaten anything? Grumph! Mind you, I can feel the legs and ankles swelling again?

Graphic created for the TFZer site. Took me hours with one, but it ain’t too bad.

Got the washing ready and down to the laundry room. Fellow tenant Paul was there, had a quick chinwagging session.

Back up to the flat and finished the above graphic.

Postman called with the Stat pension letter.

I opened it with trepidation… they had got the right Postcode on it! But the wrong detail sheet! I swore so much!

Down once more to collect the washing. Cleaned the filter.

Back in flat, put the togs away and called Olive to see how she was and tell her about the continuing banking farce.

I can visit her tomorrow, in the morning.

Got ready and went down to the bank, just hoping this State Pension form with the correct address would be suitable for the job!

Feeling a bit down for some reason, and I’d been so high earlier?

The sun was shining, and the wind a blowing as I departed on my hobble to and down Winchester Street Hill and to the bank to see Lisa, the new manager.

At the end of Winchester Street, three rascals speeding down the hill on the pavement forced me to move across the road. Little varmints!

Fair queue when I got into the bank. Only one on the counter. Ten minutes or so later, Lisa opened another window, tended to the chap in front of me and another 10 minutes later, she beckoned me over to the counter. I managed to keep those behind waiting another 20 minutes as she sorted the paperwork out and asked for some forms they had already taken six weeks ago and photocopied, so she could photocopy them!?!?

She ‘Thought’ the newly arrived State Pension breakdown detail letter should be acceptable. She will ring me and if it goes through and let me know. Again, I asked if it would be possible to email me, but no. Told her about the Doctor being off sick so I might not get the required details from her, and that is if she agrees to do them for me, no obligation on her part to do it.

So, I said I would drop in at the bank, on Monday afternoon to find out what is happening. I am not in an unexpectant, but rather a nervous frame of mind now, no confidence left.

Peeped into the Birds Cake Shop window, jus tin case they had any of the Fresh Cream Iced Buns in, but they hadn’t. Naturally, I took this in good spirits.

Cried on my way up to the bus stop. (Not really, but I thought you might find this funny and like a laugh?)

Back at the flats, I was nearly blown off my feet by the wind.

The sun was still bright, but when I got back up to the apartment, I could hear the winds howling. But the scenery was gorgeous to look at.

I couldn’t get my head around the fact that I had not bought any fodder, well, anything at all while out. Another odd sensation for me. Hehe!

Updated the diary for Monday next on my Google page.

Looks like a busy Monday coming up.

Updated this diary after making a jolly strong mug of tea.

The legs and ankles were I think less swollen now, hurting all the same and irritating Arthur Itis, though. Humph!

Took the potatoes out of the saucepan, ready to have with a cold meal later on. (Or Not?)

Not sure what I’m going to have with them mind, but there is plenty to choose from.

Put the Lumix camera and mobile phone on charge and visited the porcelain again.

Haemorrhoid Harold leaking just a bit, Little Inchy not bleeding, but sore.

Popped on Facebook being as I was amazingly not too tired.

Did some WordPressing.

Took the evening medications, finished on Facebooking and got the fodder prepared.

I accidentally had two of the lemon drizzles afterwards.

A mere misfortune that could happen to anyone. Ahem!

This meal consisted of mini-pork and caramelised onion, mushrooms, beetroot, boiled potatoes (Not done in Soy Sauce, Orb has advised me not to use this for a while as it contains a lot of sodium) sliced and drizzled with American potato seasoning, tomato puree, Vegetable sage & onion with herbs slices and soft cheese portions one with mushroom, one extra strong and one with Gouda. Oh, and the Lemon Drizzles and a banana. Nice! 9.5/10.

Tired, but I think the legs and ankles are reducing in size and water content again. Fingers crossed.

Soon nodded off.

Inchcock: Tuesday 4th April 2017

Tuesday 4th April 2017

Tamil: செவ்வாய்க்கிழமை 4th ஏப்ரல் 2017

0255hrs: Woke with a start as usual lately. Slight memories of dreaming, none of them good I’m afraid. I was being harangued by different people about my bad memory? Ha, but I remembered this! Hehe!

As I tried to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner, it dawned on me that I had got a lot of water retention in the legs and feet, far more than normal. Perhaps this is the cause of the weight increasing every day for over a week? And believe me, the weight has been enlarging daily for nearly a week.

I did the Health Checks when I got into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and take the medications.

The red figure is the average for that week.

No wonder I’ve been struggling on my hobbles. Huh!

This mornings weight was even higher!

To the porcelain throne and had a hell of a long and painful evacuationalising session! No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold though, and this, surprise me?

Washed the pots from last night and opened all the windows, as it felt incredibly warm in the flat this morning. Despite the thermometer telling me it was only 61°F (16°C) in the kitchen.

I think the retention increased during the night too, ’cause the new jammie bottoms felt awfully tight around the top of the legs this morning, in comparison to last night?

Got the computer going and finalised the diary for yesterday and got it posted off into the internet ether, then began this one.

Did some Facebooking.

Then did some graphicationalisationing for the TFZer site.

Then some I made into sepia after graphicalising them, of the TFZer gals celebrating Easter of old.

Hehehe!

Here’s one of them.

Posted them to the TFZer site, put them in my Facebook Photo album and sent some out to the gals sites.

A mixture of overcast and sunny up to now today since it’s got light.

Tended to the ablutions, shower, shave, deordorisationing.

Cleaned the glasses and got attired, took the black bags to the chute and set off down to catch the bus into town so as to visit the Nottingham Arboretum and hopefully get some photographs of the wildlife and fauna there.

Being as I missed the L9 bus, I decided as the next one is not for an hour, to walk up the gravel path and through Woodthorpe Grange Park up and over the hill and catch a bus on Mansfield Road.

I was soon stopped in my hobbling tracks as I found three baby squirrels playing on the grass near the trees about ten foot or so in front of me.

I liked the photo on the left best – after taking many photographicalisations of them that did not come out splendid at all.

Ah-well!

Up the path, left down the footpath through the park and right, up the hill and down to the bus stop.Didn’t have to wait long. The bus was full, and I had to sit on one of those side saddle seats, and this started the legs aching, and they haven’t stopped yet!

One of Sherwood’s Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he rode off the pavement over the pedestrian crossing, the opposite way up a junction road (Photographe left) and onto the pavement opposite.

I took a while to get the camera out, but got him!

Didn’t have to wait long for the bus; it was full, and I had to sit on one of those side saddle seats, and this started the legs aching, and they haven’t stopped yet! Grumph!

Must have looked a rather sad sight as I limped across Mansfield Road and through to the Arboretum Gates. I’m putting this down to the water retention? I don’t like it! But still, the other ailments were being kind to me, apart from Duodenal Daniel that is.

Through the entrance and approached the short Muggers Passage as it is known locally.

Out the other side and it was nice to see so much greenery compacted together.

Up to the left, I could see the Chinese Bell cannon balls and cannons.

Quick History:

The structure called “The Chinese Bell”, calls for a word of explanation, for it is a curious conglomeration of ideas and objects.

(1.) Richard Birkin, Esq, had efficiently served his fourth year of office as Mayor, and it was desired to record the event with approval.

(2.) ‘The Notts Regiment of Foot’ had deserved well of their town and county, which had sent it so many good soldiers that it ought to be recorded.

(3.) In the Crimean War of 1854-6, some cannon guns were taken at Sebastopol, and two of them were sent to Nottingham and mounted, and a heap of balls added.

(4.) During the war with China (1857) a bell, believed to consist of steel and silver, was “taken from a large and handsome Temple near to the east gate at Canton when that city was captured. This bell, which stood in the principal part of the Temple and was struck during religious ceremonies to call the attention of the Joss or God, or to announce his presence, was removed by the army and brought to Nottingham, and here it was mounted, and a canopy placed over it. The result being that guns partly Russian are mounted as firing from a Chinese Temple into the four quarters of the earth; while the bell has never been used”.

The fresh flowers and bushes were heartwarming, and for a few minutes, after I limped down to the pond, while feeding birds and ducks, I forgot about the bank fiasco, the ailments and the imminent operation totally.

That was nice.

Out the bottom entrance and walked up into the City Centre.

Got into Trinity Square and took a photograph in the Jewellery store window of these glass thingamabobs.

They made me think of the TFZer gals for some reason. The larger ones were £2-3 thousand pound plus!

At this window, I looked back (The right one) where I’d just walked, and there are eighteen eateries in this view some of them enormous. Not many customers about I thought? The left second picture taken to the right is of the three new dineries, each with two floors of customer settings! And only four or five people nearby, and they are all outside of the mega-restaurants?

At the end of this Foreman Street on the right corner, is an entertainment thingy, Cinemas, games rooms, shops, restaurants, Casino, etc. (Not my photo, took this one off of the web)

I think there are three or four eateries in there, and two next door!

So, if any of you were thinking of relocating your food business to Nottingham, don’t bother! Hehe!

The sunshine got less and less as the day went on, but it was not cold or windy with it at all.

Walked down into the slab square.

Not even many folks there either.

Those who were looked decidedly morose, grumpy and miserable.

The Big Issue Sellers were absent from their usual haunts of Primark, Clumber Street and Exchange Walk?

A few of the rough sleepers were there, though, one on Upper Parliament Street, one on Queen Street and one on Long Row.

Had something happened that no one had told me about? Hehehe!

I bought a TV magazine for next week while I thought of it.

Caught the bus back to the flats, I think Nigel Mansell was driving it. After hitting a good selection of roadside kerbs, I got back to the flats safely.

Got in and rubbed some pain gel on the legs, unsure if it would help, though. It didn’t!

Got the already sprouting potatoes on the boil, after removing the sprouts of course.

The computer utilised and updated this diary to here.

Got the meal of the day prepared quickly tonight. Crispy bacon (Ready cooked) Krakowska, soft cheese, cheddar, uneatable tomatoes, apple, beetroots, mushrooms and the old small potatoes.

 9/10 rating.

Took the medications and did the last health-check.

Please note the weight reduction, decrease and decline!

So, the very painful long hobble might have been worth it? Hehe! Noticed the temperatures were a bit higher this week?

The legs were even worse than then I was using them now. Although I think the swelling has gone down a bit. I don’t like these new pains you know. One gets used to the daily inclinations of Haemorrhoid Harold, Roger Reflux, Duodenal Daniel, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Donald’s Dizzies, Colin’s Cramps, Inchies Lesion, etc. Now I have come up with a name for the water retention. Not easy this one, all the other names I came up with in an instant. What about:

  • Walters Water Retention: A bit long to be typing that one?
  • Willy’s Wet Water Well: No, not good that one: A bit long to be typing that one too?
  • Fred’s Fluid Retention: Mmm: A bit long to be typing that one too?
  • Ralph’s Retention Reservoir: A bit long to be typing that one too?
  • Walter’s Water Well: Mmm?
  • Henry H20 storage: Mmm again?

No, I don’t like any of them. Need help with these options folks?

Settled to fall asleep to the TV’s accompaniment.

Woke around 0050hrs and recalled a rather disturbing dream I was having, wrote it down. Then decided to get up put the computer on and update this diary with the dream memories: (What a Plonka!):

Dream: I was laying asleep in a tree, with animals all around me, squirrels, birds, mice, Koala bears, puppies amongst them. My legs had turned to stone, but pretty coloured stone?  I was totally unconcerned about this, and the animals were doing noughts & crossed on the surface of the legs and arguing about which colour to use. There was one puppy that kept bringing me a flask of tea, he had a brace around his neck and always licked my face after he brought me one?

After putting this on here, I wondered what the hell I was doing and if I’d dreamt doing it?

But sure enough, in the morning here it was?

In the event that Inchcock should disappear from the internet, this will probably be due to the lack of computerisationalistical equipment at the prison, asylum or psychiatric hospital.

Hehe! TTFN.

Inchcock: Sunday 2nd April 2017

Sunday 2nd April 2017

Welsh (For Tim Price): Dydd Sul 2 Ebrill, 2017

I first woke around 0100hrs, with the intention of writing down notes of the amazing dream I’d been having, by the time I found the pen and pad, the memories had mostly dissipated! Humph!  I was in a collapsed building and doing a crossword. That’s all I remember.

Woke with a proper start at 0400hrs, desperate to get to the porcelain throne and tend to the warm wet sensation from the lower regions. Good start this I thought! Harry Haemorrhoid had been bleeding badly, my new jammies had to put in soak in a bowl of disinfectant. Antisepticated and cleaned myself up, creamed the rear end and I think I might have uttered a few naughty words to myself. (Well, yes, I did!)

A new pain in the chest and under the left arm started bothering me badly, but in seconds almost, it had gone to just a little ache?

The bad start to the day brought a renewed concern about the Pension ID and bank farce. Thus I sank into the dark mood. Sorted the week’s medication pots out and made a mug of tea and took the mornings doses.

Started off the belly pork, adding Soy Sauce to the water in the Crock-Pot and put it on slow cook.

I came out of the depression a bit when I remembered I was going to see Olive later.

Got Saturday’s diary finished and posted, then started on this one.

Apprehended that I had not done the Health Checks, so got them done.

A bit up and down this week so far. This check was very low on the Sys, high on the pulse and of course, the weight is bothering me a bit, seemingly perpetual increase? If this carries on, I won’t be able to get through the door into the kitchen! Humph! Think I’ll start using the stairs now and then on a regular basis, instead of the lift?

Did some WordPress blogging.

Made another cuppa and noticed the view from the kitchen window had the shadows from the flats over the sun covered houses.

Took this photographicalisation with the old camera.

Thought it looked nice.

A lot of wind emitting from my innards this morning?

Went on Facebooking for an hour or so. Well, three hours.

Then started a graphicalisationing session.

Called Olive and she agreed for me to visit her in half an hour.

Did the ablutions and got me smelling sweet, and out to see her. Had a jolly cuddle followed by a good chinwag. She seemed in better spirits. Not received a date yet for the hip operation.

Her grand-daughter arrived and I was asked to depart, so I did.

Back to the flat and made a list of things to do for tomorrow. Bank, prescriptions and clinic.

Suddenly feeling terribly fatigued.

Got the meal cooking. I put some vegetable sausages in the oven to heat up, curried beans in the saucepan – the belly pork in Soy sauce was soon ready in the crock-pot, and I got it all in the dish.

Washed the cooking utilities first, as I just knew I was going to flake-out soon.

Enjoyed the meal, gave it a 9/10 in my mind.

A quick photographicalisation of the evening sky.

I used the new Nikon camera for this one.

All coherent thought dissipated from my rambling brain – plenty of incoherent thoughts to muse on, mind. Huh!

Nodded for a few minutes then I’d wake up, repeatedly for hours.

I was not as depressed as I have been, but confusion and uncertainty galavanted around my academically challenged brain, without my understanding of the cause or effects?

Inchcock: Friday 31st March 2017

Friday 31st March 2017

Chichewa (Malawi): Lachisanu 31 March 2017

0400hrs: Woke once again trying to recall the dreams I knew I’d had all night long, waking often throughout the night. For some reason, I did not make any notes despite my desire to remember them, as they were all scary I know that, but not a single event remembered again! Damnations!

As I dismounted the shuddering scarily £300 second-hand recliner, one again Arthur Itis, Roger Reflux and Duodenal Daniel were in a good mood and not bothering me. Anne Gyna soon started kicking off, but still not complaining. Even the gum I stabbed was easier… mind you, I hadn’t eaten or drank owt yet? Hehe!

Off to the porcelain throne, and Haemorrhoid Harold had only been bleeding the tiniest bit. It was looking good, but give it time. Hehe! Doing a lot of laughing this morning, worrying that!

Titivated myself and creamed the areas requiring it. Into the kitchen and made a cuppa and took the medications with a nice strong cup of tea.

How I didn’t howl out with agony when the hot tea went into the gash in the gum, I don’t know! Looks like I’m going to suffer when eating and drinking for a while.

Wonder if I’ve got any straws anywhere? Then I might be able to bypass the lesion when drinking?

Washed the pot’s I’d missed doing last night and got the computer on to finalise Thursday’s post and start this one off.

Did a bit of WordPressing, then onto Facebooking.

Spent hours on it, but still, I enjoyed it.

Linda Novak mentioned her local area statistics on a Facebook comment and her post and this got me searching for mine.

No idea what period the little screen grab covers, though.

Then onto doing a graphic for the TFZers site.

This is  Linda, at her imaginary Leisure Lounge window, with a suitable colection of lads inside with her. Hahaha!

I hope she likes it.

I took a photograph as the clouds darkened on the horizon. I took one with each camera.

The new Nikon camera seems to have caught more detail? Not that the Lumix one was bad mind?

Found I’d left the hot water tap running – Humph! No shave yet then, not sure when it comes back on, this night mode thingy. 1330hrs, and not warming up yet.

 Made a brew and took the afternoon medications.

Found the miniature worded booklet for the new camera in readiness to have a self-lesson in the finer intricacies of the thing.

I’ve spotted a diopter control wheel, whatever one of those are.

I may invest in a one-to-one lesson at Jessops methinks. Wonder how much they cost?

The clouds were getting much lighter now.

Photographed it using the new Nikon camera.

What the white spot on it is, I just don’t know. Hang on, I’ll nip into the kitchen to see if I can see it int sky. – Nope!

It says: BUILT-IN ELECTRONIC VIEWFINDER (EVF)

The high-definition 921k-dot, 0.2-in LCD (with diopter adjustment) electronic viewfinder gives 100% of frame coverage, so you’ll always know exactly what you’re shooting. Switch shooting styles seamlessly from screen to viewfinder, as the eye sensor automatically switches from monitor shooting when your eye gets close to the sensor. Viewfinder shooting is useful for cramped conditions and also ensures stable posture, minimising camera shake. I’m afraid this means little to me.

I’ve been on Jessops site and found out the Level One Course is £190, but might be worth it to get the best from the camera, so Saturday, I might nip to town and the Jessop store to book one. Too late today with me running out of hot water.

Checked the tap, and it’s just getting warm.

Did some more graphicalisationing.

Took a final photographicalisation of the sky.

I’ve taken to this camera now.

Got the meal cooking.

Made some Bisto lamb gravy and added it to the lamb stew, arrange the sliced potatoes on top as per the instructions. 20 minutes later I added a vegetarian and one battered sausage and some of the little tomatoes to the tray in the oven.

Very nice, I really enjoyed this one. A lemon fool and a banana to follow.

Got the TV on… well, I needed something to fall asleep to.

Hehe!

Gave up watching the TV and nodding off and read the book for a while.

Then nodded off!

Inchcock Today: Thursday 30th March 2017

Thursday 30th March 2017

Russian: Четверг, 30 марта 2017 г.

0355hrs: Woke and for a moment thought was still within the dream I’d been having; Hit myself on the chest thinking for a moment I was still on fire! Can’t recall any real detail other than I was in Edwardian type clothing in a dungeon and the ruff I was wearing was burning along with my moustache?

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner to the porcelain throne, no bother with the heavy duty demands today. Although Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding thick red blood, none had leaked out or escaped to ruin or create more jammies to be washed. Good that, Hehehe!

The ailments were, all apart from Anne Gyna, being kind to me this morning. Little Inchy not blood at all, barely even feeling sore as well.

Got the bag ready for the Winwood Centre Tenant Social Hours, raffle prizes and topped up the box of nibbles, I’ve got a couple of Easter Eggs for extra prizes this week.

Made a brew and got the computer on and finished off yesterday’s journal.

Another call to the porcelain throne arrived, two within an hour?

All went well, same bleeding but not too excessive.

Made another brew and took the drugs and did the health checks.

I perused the record the statistics on my Excel page and thought things were looking good?

I thought of the upcoming ambrosia of the lamb hot-pot I was planning for tonight. I’ll make some caramelised lamb gravy to add to it. Hopefully, I’ll get the extra boiled spuds right today

I almost salivated at the thought. Just hoping that I don’t get the preparation wrong and spoil it.

Then the sweet thoughts deteriorated as I remembered I’ve got to go and see the bank manager today about the account farce, and genuine depression reared its ugly head again!

One thing that cheered me a bit was my getting the safety socket extension thingamajig with the on/off switches for the individual plugs. I’ve set it up to hand at the side of the dangerously rickety £300 second-hand recliner chair.

I feel a lot more confident knowing I can turn off whatever I’m not using. Seem to be using more than I ever have done in the passed. The recliner, mobile phone, the three different camera chargers, the torch charger, the large and the small vacuum chargers, the TV, the computer, printer, telephone, Virgin internet… on and on goes the list of electrical connections.

Something I’ve noticed and wondered if others in a similar position might have noticed: When I remember to place one of the picker-upper grabbers near the recliner, or the walking stick, or the torch… I don’t seem to need them that night. If I forget to place them handy, then I’ll need them? Just thought I’d mention it. Hehe! Am I fainéant or what?

Another call (The third!) to the porcelain throne!

Read the book a while during the evacuation procedure. The bleeding was no worse, though.

Decided to clean my teggies afterwards, used the manual brush – the broke and I stabbed my gums!

Another blood loss outlet was created. Tsk!

Rinsed the mouth out and gargled with TCP. By gum that tingled a bit! Hehehe!

I also noticed a new set of blotches appearing on my chin.

Better see how it goes, I can always call in at the dentist on the way to visit the bank manager later… I suppose.

Yet another brew made (determined to drink this one). Polished the 1963 sideboard thingy. Then got starting on this post.

Did some blogging.

Stopped to take a photographicalisation from the kitchen window with the new Panasonic camera. Not bad eh? But is it better than my beloved Lumix?

Then did some Facebooking for an hour or so.

Tended to the ablutions, titivating myself with citrus based soap and underarm spray.

Then got ready the things for the Tenants Social Hour meeting, but forgot to take the ornamental baby chickens for the Easter party. Tsk!

Took Olive’s empty jars down with me and dropped them in the recycling skip.

The session went very well I thought. Gave my raffle tickets this week, to May from Woodthorpe Court and she managed a win with them. That tickled me.

Ex-Obergruppenfurheress Penny informed us that next Thursday’s meeting would be on Friday, and Saturday Mornings Coffee meeting was cancelled.

Not so many there as last week, but as I said earlier, everyone seemed to enjoy it today.

Plodded back to the flat (Having a laugh and chinwag with some tenants in the lift). I got the paperwork for the bank and picked up the Easter Bunnies. Called at the Winwood Hut on the way and dropped off the bunnies.

Walked to the end of Chestnut Walk and right down Winchester Street Hill and into Sherwood.

It was very warm, despite the slightly dark sky and clouds.

Crossed over Mansfield Road and called in to see the bank to see the manager.

There was a queue, but he came out to talk to someone else, saw me and took me into his office.

He told me he was being moved to another branch next week, so would maybe not see me again. (He smiled at this point, a nerve-rackingly obnoxious smile! – Hehe). He assured me he would leave all my details for the new manager.

He then contacted the State Pensions People again and told them the requested details with the required information and the proper Post Code that they promised to send me 2½ weeks ago, had not arrived. I went through the question and answer I.D. procedure again with them and told them the manager could speak on my behalf. Again they said they would send one. Why do I feel uncertain about this?

Bid my farewells, with trepidation, incredulity, scepticism, suspicion and a certain amount of doubt lingering in my heart, and departed from the bank onto Mansfield Road.

Over the road and a hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.

Mother nature showing herself as she forced the new growth of the plants right through the wooden fencing along the pavement.

Around the bend in the road, I did try to take a photo of one single, and three different coloured daffodils in a garden that appealed, but the wind was too strong, and I could not get a decent shot.

This is the best of my efforts, but I was well disappointed with it.

The feet were beginning to ache and sting as I proceeded up the hill limping at an ever-decreasing rate of shuffling. Huh!

However, the good thing was Anne Gyna was most delicate with me.

I pondered over what I would end up eating today and decided the Lamb meal had a good date on it and opted to have some potatoes with the cooked meat I got from the Continental Shop yesterday… or was it Tuesday? I’m getting old yer know, Hehe! With some peas, beetroots and cheese perhaps. Oh, and some slow roasted and mini tomatoes?

Eventually, got back to the flats and into the wetroom and onto the porcelain throne. Yet another heavy duty session? Three now I think this day.

Got the potatoes on the boil and updated this blog.

Caught up with the Facebooking session I had to cut short earlier.

Got the fodder ready.

The roast tomatoes tasted alright, but I had a devil of a job chewing them, so tough, they annoyed the broken toothbrush made gash in my gum.

This I assumed was because tomatoes are out of season. The fresh ones available at the moment are horrible and bitter?

I shan’t be trying these again until the new season starts. The boiled potatoes were over cooked a bit, but the rest of it was fine, the beetroots, cheeses, silverskin onions, roast pork and vegetable slices.

Suddenly I felt proper fatigued and bone-tired out.

Tried to watch some TV, but it was a farcical effort.

Inchcock Today Wednesday 29th March 2017 – Got to see Olive

Wednesday 29th March 2017

Spanish: Miércoles 29 de Marzo de 2017

0215hrs: Woke up with a start – wide awake and with the dream that I’d been having still partly in my head. Within seconds it had gone. I hate it when this happens!

Decided to try and sort some of the paperwork scattered around. First, to the porcelain throne and found Haemorrhoid Harold to be bleeding and made a mess. With the extra clothing to be washed again, I thought I’d get the last of the laundry done while I was feeling okay

Got it sorted and down into the machine in the laundry room.

Up to the apartment, took the medications and started to sort the paperwork out, then, time to go down again and move the clothes into the dryer. All done.

Up and made a mug of tea and started to finish off yesterday’s diary.

Soon time to return to the laundry room and swap machines.

Back to the flat and finished off the diary.H

The dizzies returned and made me feel a little nervous with their persistence.H

Back on the computer and started this post off.

A final nip down the lift and retrieved the washing from the dryer.

Note the right foot and ankle this morning in this picture?

Well bent and twisted it was, almost fell over twice getting back up with the bag?

Cleaned the machines and filter.

Finalised yesterday’s chronical and posted it off.

Time for a look at Facebook before the Morrison delivery was due to arrive. So I did.

Then some WordPressing.

Made another brew and found the milk had gone off! Had a black tea instead, just hope I’ve ordered milk from Morrisons.

Had a go at sorting the paperwork, got some done.

The Morrison man arrived and left the groceries, and I began to put them away.

Seems to me, that I may have slightly overdone it again today.

Had a right job sorting out the fridge and freezer, owing to the available storage space to hand, being somewhat less than the amount of storage space required. Hehehe!

Somehow I managed to get everything away, some cramped some squashed, mind.Ablutions

Ablutions tended to. (No new bleeding! Hurrah!).

The rain was pouring now.

Got the nibbles for the Kampf Obergruppenfureresses, jars for the bottle bank, hat and umbrella, and set off to the Winwood Community Centre.

Gave them their bites and asked if I could get any help with the banking I.D. fiasco. There were no signs of any presence of adjuvant inclinations shown.

The subject was cunningly and cleverly changed… with genuine poise and ability.

Out into the strongly falling drizzle to the bottle bank and deposited the jars, then to the flats.

Met 92-year-old Norman in the Foyer, where he was waiting for a taxi to take him to the medical centre. So I had a chinwag with him for a while.

Up to number 72 and got the kettle on, now I have milk! aHaha!

Updated this diary.

Then did some more sorting of the paperwork.

The M&C hygiene ladies arrived. Had a chinwag with them, and M offered to do the oven for me. But this meant a skimmed on the other stuff. M is the owner of the company, and she was not happy because the other worker had chipped a bone in her foot and M had to go our working.

When they had gone, I rang Olive to see how she was, and she granted me a visitation, bless her. Nattering away and Obergruppenfurheress Deana called, and we all had a chinwag for a bit. Collected Olive’s jars, gave her a peck and back to the flat to check on Harold’s condition. No bleeding.

Already had the potatoes on the boil, added some of the mushroom Soy Sauce to them. Put the garden peas on warming up.Updated this diary.

Updated this journal. Superfluously perused the TV magazine.

Getting some stuff from the fridge later, I noticed that I’d bought these here tomatoes in error on the Morrisons order.

What am I to eat these with, please?

Do they need warming?

Are they for a stew?

Ah, I see now, I think. I figured they were dried, but, they were not, they’ve just been cut and cooked?

Got the meal served up.

Not too bad a one, but I undercooked the potatoes a tad. 

Rather taken with these vegetable slices with stuffing and herbs. 

Had to use the polish ham as I’d noted that is was a little beyond its sell by date, so tomorrow I’ll have the lamb hot pot thingy.

Got settled and watched some TV in between nod-offs.

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 28th March 2017

Tuesday 28th March 2017

Tamil: செவ்வாய்க்கிழமை 28 மார்ச் 2017

0320hrs up wide awake. Hastily got out of the £300 scarily shuddering second-hand recliner chair and to the porcelain throne. Managed a wee-wee, but the heavy duty part refused to leave! Tsk!

Got the laundry things ready. Going to need top machines this morning.Laundry

0335hrs: Down to the laundry room with the first bag of clothing.

Got the machine going, and swept the room. It looked like someone had left tissues in pockets and put the clothes into the washer. Bits were all over the place and outside leading to the lifts. On the way back up I saw a notice on the resident’s board that informed us that the L8 bus service is to finish permanently on 29th April 2017. Sad that.

0345hrs: Up to number 72, a mug of tea made, took the medications and computer turned on.

0410hrs: Down with next laundry load. The first load moved into the dryer, 2nd load into the washing machine.

It was a bit misty outside.

0420hrs: Back in the flat, started the diary work.

0520hrs: Down yet again and collected the dried clothing, folded it and put it in the bag. Cleaned the filter. Got the second load into the machine and up to the apartment to put the washed clothes away. Noticed a car pulling away from the space opposite the foyer doors – early riser there?

0529hrs: Finished Monday’s diary and got it posted. Another brew and tried for a heavy duty session on the porcelain throne – no luck! Started this post off.

0635hrs: Down to the laundry room to collect the second load of washed and dried clothing and towels. Had a read of the other Notice Boards, ’cause the dryer had not finished yet.

Got the clothes out and into the bag (Finding the odd sock and now having a pair again, Hehe!) 

 As I was taking the photograph, Roy from the 14th floor came into the room and gave me a funny suspicious look.We had a chinwag and laugh.

We had a chinwag and laugh.

Back up a final time to the flat, and took a photographicalisation from the kitchen window of the rather beautifully blue misty scene.

Put the clobber away and once more tried to perform a heavy-duty mission in the porcelain throne room. Failed again!

The door to the airing cupboard popped open as I was passing it with a fresh brew of tea.

I really must invest in some type of storage furniture! Tsk!

The new socks had not shrunken in the wash, and for some reason the filter on the machine today, did not need cleaning after use?

I only had one of the Kippah style head caps left, I gave the others to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop the other week. They might fit a 3-year-old, having shrunk so much in the wash. This reminded me about the clothing that no longer fits me, due just possibly to my ever increasing girth and mass – but most likely they have shrunken. Hehehe! Made another bag of them to take to the shop later.Back to the diaries

Back onto to this diary and updated it.

Then did some blogging.

Then some Facebooking.

Then onto the graphics.

The weather is still a bit misty and uninviting for me to go out yet. Tsk!

Got the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and bagged them all up.

Abluted, dressed, antisepticated, and down the lift and outside the flats.

Took a photographicalisation of the ‘End Garages’ in case they get destroyed in the upcoming external ‘Improvements’ to the apartments.

This end looked beautiful (Mind you, everything did)  the new growth of the vegetation and the fantastic greens coming on.

To the right, and took a photo of the middle garages that we know are due for the chop next week I think it starts.

Over the road and up the gravel path into Woodthorpe Grange Park and left down into Sherwood.

As I got to the top and over the crest to the park footpath, I espied an L8 bus in a traffic queue on Woodside Road.

I wondered as I took it if the younger of the residents would remember it in twenty years time and mourn its demise?

Hehe!

This L8 service finishes at the end of the month.

Sadly. 

As I turned to go down towards Mansfield Road this turd on the right, nearly had me over as he coasted down the hill path threateningly close to the few pedestrians on it.

At this point, I sensed a warm wet sensation fro the read end.Further along, there was one tree in a far more advanced stage of ‘fruiting’ compared to the others.

I thing Haemorrhoid Harold was leaking somewhat.Further along, there was one tree in a far more advanced stage of ‘fruiting’ compared to the others.

Oh, dear.

Further along, there was one tree in a far more advanced stage of ‘fruiting’ compared to the others.

I took this picture and had a moment of being in awe at nature once again.

Plodded on and into Sherwood, calling first in the Hospice Shop and left the bag for them and had a potter around to see if they had any storage cabinets or drawers for sale. None in at the moment.

Down the hill and called into Wilko and got another of the power extensions with the individual on/off switches.

Very handy.

Also got a deodorant spray and a bottle of Dettol Lavender Antiseptic Disinfectant… this being because I tipped the one I got yesterday over in the wetroom.

Down the hill and into the Fresh Cream Cake Shop and got an iced fresh cream bun. (Naughty, I know).

Even further down the hill and into the Continental Foods Store. Where I got a small loaf, belly pork slices and a packet of the Hochland Cheese portions. Similar to the one I tried the other day.

I didn’t like the texture or smell of the cheese, but they tasted delightful!

Not cheap. This packet was one that had different types of mushroom bits in the little packets/wedges.

Across the road and up the hill to the bank. Needed to talk to the manager about the farcical situation regarding my new account. It was packed solid with folks, so I left it for another day.

Limping and sweating a bit now I was. Called in a couple of Charity Shops (Cancer Research and Sue Ryder) to see if they had any cabinets in but without any luck.

Up to the pelican lights and over and up further to the bus stop – and had a delightful chinwag and laugh with some other residents (Four girls and one fella) as we waited for the L9 bus up to the flats.

Back in the flat, I dropped everything and went into the wetroom to check of Haemorrhoid Harold’s condition – not good. Cleaned and antisepticated things then washed and got the things bought put away.

Opened one of the three for £10 lamb meal I’d gotten yesterday from Marks & Sparks.The food was in a bag with a foil tray, tipped the contents into the tray and placed the sliced potatoes on top as per the instructions.

The food was in a bag with a foil tray, tipped the contents into the tray and placed the sliced potatoes on top as per the instructions.

Not much in it, it did not smell nice either, I thought I might have made an error in trying this one?

Took the evening medications and got the TV on to watch Law & Order.

It dawned on me, the mess the place was in, with all the part sorted paperwork regarding the banking farce laying all over. I must try to sort it in the morning. Mind you, I have yet another load of washing to do now. Tsk!

Served up the meal in the oven tray I cooked it in.

Added some mushrooms to it and a drop of lamb gravy mix.

Was not impressed with how it looked at all.

It was surprisingly so delicious, tasty and appetising! Even if was such a minuscule portion.

9.63/10 for this one!

The phone rang while I was eating it, by the time I struggled to get out the £300 second-hand recliner it stopped.

Settled down again to continue eating, and the door chime rang! It was Obergruppenfurheress Deana to do an alarm test.

Not much washing up to do this time, but I had a hell of a dizzy spell while doing it.

Tired.

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