The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe – Page 161

Inchcock Today Saturday 24th September 2016: Olive in good form!

Saturday 24th September 2016

6sat01

Stirred around 0300hrs and sat pondering the dream I’d been having. Not that I could remember all that much. Something about being in the dessert, trying to dig a hole with my hands… then I was lost in a factory being chased, and another with me talking about the need for world peace with Albert Einstein, we were both apparently speaking in an unknown tongue but understood each other? The smell of his pipe I recall, was making me so jealous and I wanted to start smoking mine again, but it was made of liquorice?

A feeling of self-worthlessness lingered, and around 0330hrs, I got out of the shuddering £300 second-hand recliner and tackled my first WRHD of the day. Not an easy session again, but no worse than yesterday’s at least, little bleeding from Haem Aroids. As I went to wash my hands, I stubbed the same toe as I did last night on the same part of the same trolley. Tsk!

Into the kitchen and took a photograph of the morning’s dim view – without the camera card in it as it turned out, so, no photo. Humph!

Made a brew took the medications and a Senna tablet. Got the laptop going and sat there wondering why I felt so depressed in spirits this morning. Perhaps the run of Whoopsidangleplops I’d been having? Or, not seeing Olive yesterday? Sister Jane called me last night, she was at the vets with her beloved Queenie cat, expecting the worst poor gal, so sorry for her. She said she’d let me know how it goes, but I can understand her not wanting to if the worst happens to Queenie.

I just don’t know why I feel so melancholy, but the unwelcome forlornness and self-pity seems rampant? I reflected and mused on this for so long the mug of tea went cold. Made another, and updated this diary.

Had a look on Facebook, checked emails.

Olive has her daughter and son in law visiting and staying this weekend, I’ll pop in to see her later.

Carried out the ablutions and changed the batteries in the hearing aids.

Getting into the lift, found the floor was in a right state.

Out to catch the L9 into town to get the cheque in the bank. The L9 was late, so not knowing if it was coming or not (As they often fail to turn up on Saturdays), I got on the L8 to go to Sherwood and catch another bus on Mansfield Road. The L9 passed us going the other way as we went down Winchester Hill. Caught a bus in Sherwood and was soon in town.

Walked straight down through the slab square to the bank.

Done the business with the bank and went into Marks & Spencers to see if they had any small quiches with a difference on sale.

I’ve taken to these quiches yer know.

Got a Quiche Lorraine at a ridiculously high price, convinced it must taste superior to the Morrison and Asda (Walmart) ones. Also purchased little pork pies with pickle, drumsticks and a honey BBQ snack.

Then I took an aimless wander around the city centre and the many street entertainments and endless temporary retail stalls.

The first one being an ex Routemaster Bus in the middle of the Slab Square that had been converted into a bar/pub with chairs outside. Not many folks there when I took the first photo above, but an hour or so later the alcoholics had gathered. Hehe!

There was a converted VW Camper Coffee Shop as well. Clever and original idea I thought, that was.

No customers, though.

Not surprised at the prices they were changing. I mean, almost £6 (US $7.79 AUD $10.18 or CAD $10.35 a coffee is a bit much?

There was a stall, the one on the left here: Mrs Bishops Doggy Deli that brought a smile to me face, I have to say.

I wondered if they were selling Poodle burgers, Corgi cones or Great Dane Chops?

Hehehe! Not a lot of interest was shown by the Nottinghamian shoplifters, though.

I wandered around the side streets and wondered what the Morris type dancing was in celebration of?

As the wind began to get up badly, I decided to make my way back towards the centre and catch the last L9 bus back to the excellent Nottingham City Homes Independent Living Woodthorpe Court flats, in other words, home! Haha!

The wind was blowing the trees about in the Slab Square as I took this shot of the Council House and Little John’s clock dome.

I did notice, from taking this photograph and walking to Queen Street to the bus stop, there were very few people who were not on their phones, drinking (Coffee I assumed) from large plastic cups.

The bus soon has me back at the flats, and I called into my apartment to pick up the Cox’s apples I’d bought for Olive and visited her at hers. Her son and daughter in law were there, and we all had a natter and laugh. Olive seemed pleased with these tangy flavoured apples cause they (Cox’s Pippins) are her favourite variety too.

Back to number 72, WRHD, shoes off, slippers on, medications were taken, laptop on and updated this tosh.

I asked Google for Celebration Days for today and got this list.

I’ve never heard of most of them? National Punctuation Day was there, not my strongest point.

I’ll try to remember to do one for tomorrow’s diary and see what it brings.

Got the nosh, but lost the photograph I took of it? It might be in my Lumix TZ70 camera’s memory, but I can’t work out how to get into it. Anyroad, the Quiche was disappointing, but the rest was all good.

Planned to settle down and watch some TV, but soon nodded off.

Inchcock Today – Friday 23rd September 2016: Whoopsiedangleplops continue – Humph!

Friday 23rd September 2016

Venerdì 23 Settembre 2016

Kept waking up throughout the night, I think I may have been having the same type of dream repeatedly? I kept trying to get up out of an old tin bath, and people would stop me. I’d found myself in a courtroom and I’d be charged with something (So annoying that I can’t remember what, though), and was fined astronomical amounts of cash, and be confined to the old bath and given an ASBO by a laughing judge with a beard every time?

0510hrs: I stirred and took the medications with an extra Senna, and tended to a WRHD session. NOT GOOD! Painful again, and Little Inchy’s lesion was bleeding once more after I’d gone weeks without this happening too! Damnations, I thought this had been sorted, Huh! Combined with my Memory Whoopsiedangleplops of recent, and depression set in.

For some reason, I found the view from the kitchen window this morning to be extra appealing?

Made a good strong brew and got the laptop on to update the diaries. Checked the emails. It seems I’m going to lose the frozen foods I’d got on order from Morrisons due to my own fault in going out and forgetting the delivery was due. Got to pay the delivery cost twice as well. As I say, no one but myself to blame!

Must remember the Morrisons delivery this time.

Did a bit of graphicationalisationing.

0800hrs: Ablutions tended to, dug out the Hydrocortisone cream and doctored Little Inchy and his lesion. Got the things for the bus trip to town, to put the tax man’s cheque in the bank and get another miniature Quiche Lorraine.

Back onto the laptop and CorelDraw graphicationalisationing, then the pleasant Morrison man arrived with the goods.

He put them in the kitchen for me.

I got them stored away.

Then got the jacket and bags and went to the bus stop with the jars for the bottle bank. Met Deana in the lift and she offered to take the jars for me as hse was passing. Nice!

I noticed a new instruction sign on the side of the L8 bus.

Then, Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day!: I got on the wrong bus and ended up going to Arnold by mistake! Regrettably, I started to do the crossword on the bus and didn’t notice this until I was half way to Arnold. Well, this is definitely further proof of my being a worthy again!

So no going to the bank today, although things did work out well in other ways. I found a shop that sold and had in stock the DeoFab fabric freshener spray and at £1. So I bought four of them because I like the scent a lot and use it to spray my clothes, carpets and shoes.

Called into Asda to get a little Quiche Lorraine. They were five pence dearer than the Morrison ones. Got two custard doughnuts to drop off for Deana later when I call to get some recycling bags. Some other bits as well, nibbles for the nurses.

As I passed the Market Place it looked a bit busier today, but still sad.

It used to be so popular and busy a few years ago, now looking barren. But things change don’t they?

To the bus stop on High Street behind the Asda (Walmart) store, half way up the hill at the side getting near the car park, I espied a youngish lady of what I think might be incredibly fashionable sense conscious.

I took a photograph of her hair style and colouring as she demolished a large packet of crisps.

I plodded on up and beyond her and to the bus stop. The message board told me the L9 was due in 16 minutes, that would be 20 minutes past the hour. The timetable in my pocket said it was due at 11 minutes past the hour? Got a bit confused here. Anyway, the bus arrived at 25 minutes past the hour.

As we got to the Sainsbury Store island where a right turn in required – the traffic was gridlocked for a good while, possibly due to the end of the road being blocked off for the underground Gas Workings.

We moved at last after ten minutes or so and the driver did his best to catch up.

Back at the flats, I was in urgent need of the porcelain.

But, it as delayed due to there only one lift being available, and that was being occupied by workmen taking stuff up and down. Tsk! Eventually, I got up and into the flat, only just in time… it was a close call!

Sorted out the things and got the slippers on, and updated this tosh to here.

Got the custard doughnuts and went down to give them to Deana and collect some orange waste bags. This was not to be. It took ages to get down with the workmen still lugging material up and down, but I got to the Community Hut, and no one was in, all locked up.

Back to the foyer of the apartments and saw a tenant, Joy I think her name is, and as we both waited for the one lift to become free, I gave her the custard doughnuts. At least she smiled and thanked me, bless her.

Called on the off chance of seeing Olive, but she was out too.

Another WRWW and I updated this again and did some Facebooking for an hour or two, it seemed to run a bit better today.

Got the mini quiche lorraine with a slice of smoked cheese on top in the oven. BBQ Chicken legs, lettuce, onions, pickled egg, roast onions, yellow and red little cherry type tomatoes, Nordic style bacon, beetroot, sliced green and yellow peppers and sliced cox’s apple.

It was reet grand!

Watched a bit of TV in between nod-offs.

About 2300hrs I got up for a WRWW and stubbed my toe, first time I’ve done this for over a week now… just thought I’d mention it like.

Inchcock Today Thursday 22nd September 2016: Whoopsiedangleplop!

Thursday 22nd September 2016

Donnerstag 22. September 2016

0445hrs: After waking and sitting in the £300 second-hand recliner trying to recall the dreams for a while, without any luck, I had to attend to a WRHD session. Not an easy one again, a bit like dropping a 22.ooo lb Grand Slam bomb into a canal, talk about relief and pain a the same time! At least there were only a few smudges of blood.

Took the morning medications, along with a Senna tablet. Might it be an idea for me to take these at night in the future?

Laptop on to work on the diaries and clear off some graphics to make more room on the hard drive.

Posted the diary and tried Facebooking to see if it would play me up again.

Ablutions carried out, readied the things for the Tenants Social Hour, then nipped to see if Olive was in on the way out. She was, and she phoned to cancel the Feet First chiropodist appointments for me. We had a good chinwag, and I took some jars from her to go with mine to go to the bottle bank. Kiss and a Cuddle, and bad news, she will be busy Friday, off I poddled to the Tenants Social hour dropping our clear glass jars in the bank on the way.

A few more folks there this morning. I put the raffle prizes on the trolley and got settled next to Eddy. BJ and grumpy Bill arrived shortly. Nice to see BJ, he’s had a great holiday break. Took the nibble box around, getting a gossip with so many as I did so. Pleasant Bill arrived, and we were all concerned that Toni was not here, someone said she was at a hospital appointment.

Taking BJ’s photo and chinwagging to him, I was telling him about me having my first ever quiche, and it dawned on me then… I’d forgotten all about the Morrisons delivery that must have arrived while I was talking with Olive.

Hobbled back up to the flat to see if they had left any note through the door. Nothing there, so I wrote the details of the order and nipped back to the Community Hut to beg BJ to call them for me.

Which he did when the noise died down, and the other tenants had left, bless him.

This photographicalisation is the only one I managed to take this week.

They told him they could deliver it twixt 1800 > 2100 hrs tonight, and would confirm with me later, possibly in ten minutes or so.

Thus, I had to get back to the flat sharpishly so as not to miss the call. I thanked BJ and made my way to the apartment.

The Morrison man called as soon as I got in. They could not deliver again today after all. Made arrangements to have it tomorrow at the same time as I should have been here to receive it today, twixt 0900 > 1000 hrs. The man apologised for not being able to sort it sooner. I told him it was my fault anyway and thanked him.

Made a big note and put it on the DVD shelf, hoping I’d see it in the morning when I wake up? Oh dear! Me!

Feeling depressed and was well and truly pissed off with me now.

Made a brew and noticed the sky was beautiful again today.

The airliner plane concerned me when I saw it. We have airports to the left and right of this view, this one was coming toward the hill we live on? Moments later it veered to the right, though. Phew!

Made a large mug of tea and got on with updating this tosh. Then did some graphicalisationing for at least five hours.

Took the medications and got the fodder ready.

Cheese cubes, BBQ chicken legs, oven chips, beetroot, gherkins, roast onions, crispy, smoked streaky bacon and the last of the Anya potatoes.

Followed by an apple and a naughty lemon cheesecake.

I should have enjoyed it greatly, but the shame of forgetting the Morrison delivery and feeling a right clot remained, and took precedence in my thoughts.

I can’t get any help from the Doctor over these many memory lapses that are becoming more frequent, and I’m genuinely worried about them.

Must call Brother-in-law Pete tomorrow, to arrange to get down to see him and Jane.

TTFN.

Inchcock Today Tuesday 20th and Wednesday 21st September 2016

Tuesday 20th September 2016

Mardi 20 Septembre 2016

After a night of being chased dreams, I woke around 0600hrs and climbed out of the non-working £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRHD session. Not an easy one, maybe the cheese I had with the quiche last night?

Laptop on and made a right mess of my idea for a funny post and gave up. Got yesterday’s Dairy finished off and published.

Made a brew and took the medications, had a WRWW and Arthur Itis was giving the knees some jip! All the walking in the rain yesterday, perhaps?

Checked emails then went on Facebook and CorelDraw, for too many hours.

Got the mixed vegetables on the boil. Anya potatoes in the saucepans and peas and mushrooms cooking in the Crock-Pot.

Did some email checking and decided to get the ablutions done, then sort out the clothes for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.

Had a carbolicalisationing session in the shower, only cut my chin twice shaving (Getting flabby around the gills now yer know, hehe), forgot to clean me teggies so went back in and did so. Popped on the scales, but let’s not go into that. Ahem!

Had a walk into Sherwood and forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk! Took the walking stick, but when I got close to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, the right leg was terribly painful. I waited at the bus stop and returned to the flats.

When I was waiting, I noticed that I’d taken the wrong bag with me anyway!

Two other tenants were there, and they didn’t hold the lift for me as I lagged behind a little. Humph, swines! Fair enough really, they might well have been in desperate need after their time out shopping, and wanting to use the Porcelain themselves. Hehe!

Turned the potatoes up a bit, and Crock-Pot on high. Had a WRWW session, laptop on and updated this hogwash.

Called on Olive, she was in great form and twinkling! A talk laugh and cuddle and I returned to number 72 and added some lamb gravy granules to the vegetables.

Feeling a bit down suddenly, no rhyme or reason for this as far as I could tell?

I hate it when this happens.

For some reason, I had a search around for the brown missing new belt and the brown umbrella. No luck.

Got some graphics collated to work on later.

Got the fodder served up in the bowl and tucked into it.

Got the seasoning right this time and the lamb flavour came through nicely too.

I did nibble some nuts later. That sounded healthy, didn’t it? I have to admit they were chocolate covered nuts. Shame mode adopted!

I chose some TV to watch, but the nodding off sessions became rampant, and I gave up to get off to sleep properly… Of course, I couldn’t. Tsk!

Wednesday 21st September 2016

Mercoledì 21 Settembre 2016

0525hrs: Woke, and lay there thinking about the dreams I’d had. Not a lot of detail, but the trend and mood of them seemed clear. In a factory, being chased again, school being bullied, using the old STfm computer and running for election as World President demanding freedom for tea bags and we must all use wooden spoons to stir the brew or something like that?

0600hrs: Instant notification from the bowels that I need a WRHD visit. The £300 Second-Hand recliner worked perfectly to release me, and the session did not go well. Took a good while and it a painful. No blood, though, thankfully this time.

Took an extra Senna with the medications and made a cuppa. Got on with the CorelDraw (Which unfortunately froze and I lost no end of work) to make some graphics for later use.

Did an order for Morrisons adding some Quiches.

Updated the diary, nowt much on Monday’s so I’ll do a double with today’s combined.

Had a good carbolicalisationing shower. Changed and out to the bus stop. No one else in site.

Arrived in Arnold uneventfully and went into Asda (Walmart) and got the Tenants camera photo’s done. Then did a bit of shopping while they were processed. I meant to get some Lemon frizzles, but foolishly selected Lemon Cheesecakes by mistake Huh! Got a TV paper, Irish Batch bread and some cashews.

Collected the photographs. Here is a couple of them:

Out of the Asda shop and a wonder through the Fulton’s Store. Got some small tins of chicken meat sausages, and a pack of four battered fish cakes.

Hobbled up to the High Street bus stop, to wait for the L9 bus near the car park.

I noticed how neatly someone had parked the Asda shopping trolley? Haha!

Back at the flats, I called on Olive, but she was not in. Sob!

Got into number 72, put the bread in the freezer and tins away in the cupboard and took the medications and updated this diary.

Got the fodder ready:

Battered fish cakes, Anya potatoes, blue cheese, pickle salad, beetroots, pickled eggs, gherkin, and red and yellow tomatoes.

Had the Surimi Royale, delectably sweet and tasty it was too!

No bread. Followed with a banana and apple along with the mini pot of Lemon Cheesecake.

A slight involuntary emission of the wind from the rear end when I was clearing up in the kitchen and… Phwoar! I think the ends of the kitchen rolls turned up! Hehe!

Planned the TV viewing, and no falling asleep or nodding off at all. In fact, I had a hell of a job sleeping at all, it must have been well into the early hours before I drifted off.

Inchcock Today Monday 19th September 2016: INR blood test – Laundry – Shopping and Sweet Olive joy!

Monday 19th September 2016

Didn’t stir until 0630hrs this morning – fought with the £300 second-hand recliner and escaped for a WRHD session. The event went without any hiatus, but I did notice the water level in the WC was a few inches lower than normal?

Rushed around and got things ready for the walk to the Nottingham City Hospital for the INR Blood level check.

I was soon setting out and up the gravel hill and into Woodthorpe Grange Park and left down the path onto Mansfield Road.

The rain was so fresh and so thin that I didn’t actually notice it as I wobbled along.

Not until I stopped at the gate to take a photo of the waste bin.

The contents crammed in so much that stuff had been left on top and at the side of it.

Somebody had been having fun it seemed, judging by the empty alcohol bottles and inside: Half-eaten pies, cakes and pizzas.

They, must have been dining in the rain?

Left over the hill and started off down Edwards Lane to the traffic island.

Where I came across another roadside waste bin.

With an interloper showing interest in the debris on top of the bin as mentioned earlier.

He/she wasn’t too interested in my camera work, though.

The rain stopped for a while as went on over the road and carried on down Edwards Lane, then left along Valley Road, the ring road.

On to the Traffic Island, over the pelican lights and left up to Hucknall Road to the hospital grounds. Passing the oft-frequented GUM clinic as I entered, nad made my way to the blood taking Hall.

Passing the oft-frequented GUM clinic as I entered the grounds, and made my way through the maze of buildings and to the blood receiving hall. Took a ticket and settled to read my Keep Calm and Carry book, with the anecdotes and true stories from ordinary people of their experiences during the war.

I was summoned to go in and soon had the blood took. The nurse had a bit of bother stopping the bleeding, well, a bit more than usual, like.

As I departed, the rain came down a bit heavier.

When I got to the crossing on Valley Road, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me, as he belted by.

I pressed on as the rain got a little lighter.

Took a photographicalisation near the next traffic island. From under the umbrella. I have to say, I’m well pleased with this brolly, nay bother from the wind with it at all. Mind you, it wasn’t very windy, come think of it.

Over the road, limped on and right up Edwards Lane.

The only bother I had on both the going and coming trips, was this part, going back up this hill, Anne Gyna let me know she was rather unhappy about this. Hehe!

I didn’t time myself on either journey, but I seemed to get back to the apartments in pronto-time.

As I went in, I noticed that both machines were free at the time. So I nipped up and got the washing ready. Where does it all come from, hehe! Back down and got it going. Back up again and got the laptop on to finalise yesterday’s and get it posted.

Back down and move the stuff into the dryer. Then up to the flat and got awfully carried away doing graphics and starting this diary off. Realised a couple of hours later I’d not collected the washing yet!

Down and gathered the laundry and cleaned up the filter and counter surfaces. Someone had put the clothes on the draining board for me to retrieve. Oh, I do feel a clot!

I got the bags and bus-pass and made my way to the bus stop and off to Arnold to get some fresh veg. Had a nice chinwag with one or two on the bus.

Dropped off at the Sainsbury store in Arnold.

The bus shelter had been vandalised again. Fancy that!

Gawd did I spend well today! Cream cake, cheeses, Danish Blue, Stilton, Marmite cheese, cheddar cubes, Aya potatoes, carrot, parsnip, turnip, leek, Wiejska, Higgidi onion & cheese quiche, Chicken drumsticks, Marmite rice cakes, Surimi, a jelly and cherry vine tomatoes! Over £30 worth altogether. Tsk, Huh and Humph!

Caught the bus back and had a chinwag with a lady tenant.

Called in to see Olive. She was in fine form again, still telling me off for things. She did not want one of the cream horns. Very kindly Olive rang the Chiropodist that was advertising home visits to see if she could fit me in. Olive said she charges the same as the Foot First who I was not very pleased with on my last visit on Saturday. But of course, a home call to tend to me is a distinct advantage. The woman is to call Olive back later, and I am to call at Olive’s tomorrow at either 0900hrs or after 1600hrs to find out if she can take me on. The nails will need clipping again in four to five weeks. She’s so good to me, bless her cotton socks X

I returned to the flat after giving Olive a kiss and cuddle in thanks. Well, I like it!

Back on the laptop to update things and do some more work on graphicalisationing for a few hours. The time shot by, and soon it was time to get the meal ready.

I popped on the scales as I went into the spare room to get me jammies ready – flipping things are playing up again! Hehehe!

Balsamic Onion and Cheese Quiche, red and yellow tomatoes, beetroot, gherkins, pickled egg, extra blue cheese slices on the top & cheddar cheese cubes… I believe there might have been two fresh cream horns and a pot of mandarins in jelly lurking in the vicinity too?

So tasty it was. I’d planned to eat half of it and save the other half to have cold tomorrow, but it was too nice not to eat all of it!

Phoned Sister Jane and told her about me trying the very first quiche of my life.

Soon started nodding off when I got the telly on, and it was not long before I was in the land of nod.

Inchcock Today Sunday 18th September 2016: Olive in good form!

I don’t make the same mistake twice. I tend to make it five or six times, just to be sure, like!

Sunday 18th September 2016

Sonntag 18. September 2016

Stirred at 0330hrs, tried to get back to sleep, gave up. 0400hrs: Dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRHD session. Not too bad at all, the Senna tablets seem to be working.

Took the medications and applied some Phorpain gel to where I could reach on the shoulder where I was clobbered by a rugby playing built bloke yesterday in Victoria Centre (Mall).

Popped onto the scales…

Ahem!

Please to notice the scales seem to be working correctly this morning.

Very nearly almost a pound down on yesterday!

A smug mode adopted!

Made a cuppa, and remembered to put the next appointment on the Google Calendar for Monday 31st October @ 1430hrs at the chiropodists.

Another rather smug mode adopted here, hehe!

Laptop on and finalised the Saturday post, adding the photographicalisations taken on the heroic mob threatening and challenging trip to Nottingham and the Obergruppenfurheress Chiropodist.

Did some graphicationalisationing for Facebook later. Then tried Facebooking in the hope that it has lost its habit of sticking on me. It hadn’t though, very frustrating.

It took me five hours to get it sorting, what with having to turn off and restart several times, thus losing where I was and what I was doing. Tsk!

Getting late now, took the medications and had a wash and brush up, then called to see Olive. Her grandson Roger was there, and we all had a good chinwagging session.

She told me off for a few things. So that cheered me up and told she was in good form again.

She kindly rubbed some Phorpain gel on the bruised shoulder, bless her. A kiss and a cuddle. And I was soon back to the flat for a WRHD session.

Into the kitchen to start the meal cooking and the sky was amazing.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like this before?

Got the chips in gravy into the oven and added a beef slice to it after 20 minutes so they should both be cooked at the same time.

Perused the TV magazine and selected some things to watch. Fell asleep and when I woke, bits of the dream I’d had stayed with me. I was on a wooden boat with several other people who would not talk to me; apparently, I had been passing the wind? They cast me adrift in a giant saucepan and somehow found myself in a sewer, where I was in the middle of a party with folk I didn’t know, but they all seemed to like me. All of them wanted to tell me about how to cook fish fingers in batter properly? They started arguing about whose was the best method and a melee broke out?

Then sudden panic for a second, had I burnt the food? Then it dawned on me when I saw the time, I’d only nodded off for five minutes or so: How I got all the dreaming in I don’t know?

Got the food served up.

Very nice and tasty indeed.

Settled to watch the box and no nodding off, in fact, when I turned off the TV, I couldn’t get to sleep at all!

It must have been well-passed 0200hrs before I drifted off.

Woke around 0630hrs and had to rush about getting ready for the INR test in time.

Humph!

Inchcock Today Saturday 17th September 2016:

Saturday 17th September 2016

I stirred around 0229hrs, and in need of an urgent WRWW, operated the £300 second-hand recliner chair and was nearly shaken out of the thing as it shuddered and shook. No recollections of any dream details.

To the kitchen and took the medications with water, then got the washing things ready to go down to the laundry room.

0238hrs: Down with the bags and got the things into the washer number two. Back up to the apartment for a WRHD session, bloody and painful this time.

Went back up again and got the laptop going. Took the photograph above from the kitchen window.

0335hrs: Down and moved the things into the dryer. Did a bit of graphicationalisationing and it was soon time

Once again, back up to the flat. Must remember today by 1230hrs I have to catch the L9 bus to get to the Feet First Chiropodist. Gives me time to have an amble around before the 1400hrs appointment. Hope it doesn’t take too long, then I can catch the last L9 bus back to the flat at 1505hrs. Made sure the Pensioners Free Bus pass was in my jacket pocket.

Did I did some more of the graphicationalisationing and started this update. The time went so quickly, and it was soon time to go down again to collect the clothes.

I must say the colour coded socks made life easier.

Cleaned the filter out and wiped down the machines that I’d used.

Back up in the lift yet again to number 72 and another WRHD, oh dear.

Put away the washing and made up a bag with the accoutrements needed for the next visit. Accoutrements, I wonder if that’s the right word? I’ll look it up, hang on, please. Ah, it says “gear, outfit, tackle, paraphernalia, rigging” so I think that’s right. I meant, the soap capsules and powder, fabric softener and the inwash freshener crystals?

Made another cuppa and got on with the diaries and graphic making.

Did some WordPress viewing. Got carried away with the new funny-ode page and got it finished and posted off at last. I hope it gets received well because it took me weeks to get it right. Every time I planned to get some more done, a new appointment would arrive from the hospital clinic or doctors.

There are only four of them there buses on a Saturday, and I have to catch the 1130hrs one, to ensure I get to the clinic in time for the appointment.

Still, it’s better than Sundays, there none then. Hehe!

I hope to get it all done in time to catch the last bus back to the apartment from town at 1505hrs.

Did my ablutions, lemon soap, citrus body spray were used this morning. Applied the creams lotions and potions. Hehe!

All finished, I got my myself looking half decent and set out, calling at Olive’s on the way, but she was not available. Bet she’s having a lie-in, and I don’t blame her either.

At the bus stop, I was joined by Frank and two other tenants and we enjoyed an excellent blether about everything and nothing. The bus was well late arriving, and the driver seemed a bit tense. As we pulled up at the next stop near the Winchester Court flats, Frank realised he’s left his bag a the bus stop behind. Well, when he told the driver and asked him to wait while he retrieved it, the bloke went bonkers, told Frank to stay on the bus, and he drove around back to the bus stop so Frank could get his bag – cursing and mumbling about his being 12 minutes behind schedule already! Poor old Frank, I felt so sorry for him. I got some of the other passengers laughing about it and telling them it could have been any one of us. This did not help the drivers mood! Hehe!

In town, I got off on Queen Street and fought my way dangerously through the crowds down through the City Centre and onto Exchange Walk.

What I had not realised was, with the bus being so late, when I arrived at the Bank it was closed! It was a bit scary making my hobbling on my way to the bank. Crowds or what! Phew!

So I made my way stutteringly, due to having to stop very often to prevent someone walking into me, back up to Clumber Street to get to the Victoria Centre Market to get a belt and me cashew nuts. I decided to bar myself from the City Centre on Saturdays in future, far too risky for anyone dodgy on their feet!

Got a belt £6.99 and the dark chocolate covered cashew nut, 200grm for £3.38. Had a hobble around and got shoulder charged by a bloke who I thought ought to be playing American football or Rugby. Recovered and a couple asked if I was okay, which I was, cause I didn’t go over, although it was close. Packed solid with shoppers and shoplifters it was today.

I took a longer, but less populated route out and to the Chiropodists in plenty of time for my appointment. This visit was reminiscent of my going to the Dentist – with Japanese trained concentration camp guards in place of the usual staff! Humph!

A woman shouted at me, calling out my name and getting all upset because I didn’t hear her her the first time.

She marched me to the treatment room and barked: “You take off your shoes and socks, put feet into the bowl, and wait for me, yes?”

I was so scared, I wasn’t going to argue with her, I meekly replied “Yes”.

I took this photograph of a new sign that had appeared on the wall, I was going to take another one of the new price lists. Thought I heard the Obergruppenfurher woman returning, being a little nervous, I put away the camera.

She did my feet in about three minutes, and told me, well, commanded me: “You put on shoes and socks, meet me in reception, yes?” More a threat than a question!

I was inwardly a jibbering wreck after I paid them, re-booked and left the place, out into the crowds again to make me way to the L9 bus stop.

Wearily, I got through the crowds.

Got to bus stop and awaited the arrival of the last L9 bus. It arrived on time and I was soon on the way back to the apartment.

I called in to see Olive first, she was a bit better today and as radiant as ever. A jolly good gossip and laugh. She recommended that I stop going to the Feet First place and said she’d phone a home visit chiropodist and find out how much they charge, and if they could add me to their list. Wonderfully caring is Olive, and she is excellent on the phone. She will call them next week for me.

A kiss and cuddle, and I was on my way back to number 72. Where an overdue call for a WRHD (Wet Room Heavy Duty) session, was performed first thing. I put some pain gel on the arm and shoulder where the bloke barged into me, cream on the slightly bloodied rear end, and took an extra painkiller with the medications.

Got the meal prepared in no time. Beef slices, a tiny tin of garden peas, pickled eggs and beetroot.

A banana and lemon curd yoghourt to follow.

I enjoyed this meal and am rather pleased with how I am managing to resist eating bread with my meals so often nowadays.

It had been a good day healthwise today, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Duo Denal all been kind to me. Hernia Harry, got a bit bothersome after the Man-Ape shopper had tackled me in Victoria Centre, though. Hey-ho!

I’ll ask olive tomorrow if she wouldn’t mind rubbing some Phorpain gel over my shoulder back for me.

Chose some TV to watch, Pie in the Sky, and then a film. Fell asleep several time during Pie in the Sky, got to the start of the film, first set of adverts and off I went, until 0400hrs when I stirred in desperate need of a WRWW.

TTFN folks.

Inchcock Today Friday 16th September 2016: Out and about at last, Olive radiant.

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Friday 16th September 2016

0255hrs: Woke and escaped the working well again £300 second-hand recliner and off for a WRHD session. Much better this morning all round. No bleeding at all from anywhere, including Haem Aroid and Little Inchy. The throat is so much easier too, now. Arthur Itis no bother, Duo Denal no bother, Hernia Harry not bad at all. Rea Flux and Anne Giner were letting know they were there, but generally, I was feeling good, so good I stayed up.

Saw the note under Koala Katie about the doctor’s appointment, rechecked the timing, I’d written 1100hrs to be on the safe side, but the actual time is 1050hrs.

Thanked Koala Katie (KK).

Don’t laugh, oh go on then. Hehe!

The kitchen sink that the emergency plumber had sorted out for me, was working okay.

The scratch marks on the draining side of the sink really seem to bother me. The previous tenant obviously cut up her vegetables whatever on it, and it looks horrible! I got a plastic drainer months ago, that covers some of the marks.

Made a cuppa and foolishly took the medications too early (0315hrs). Tsk! Got the laptop on and updated the diaries and started this one. Did some graphicationalisationing.

0510hrs, too early to do my ablutions cause the noise from the shower would disturb my neighbours. So I tried to do some Facebooking. Started to go slow after two hours.

Had some breakfast for a change, corn flakes in milk and a few caramelised biscuits dunked in my mug of tea. Nearly took me morning medications again, Huh!

0900hrs: Began the ablutions. Carbolicalisationing again today. A grand shave and shower, although I had to rush it a bit timewise due to me getting carried away with the WordPressing previously.

Perked up a bit now, and got the things ready for the Doctor and Clinic visitations. I planned to get out to Mansfield after the medical business is sorted, thanks to my wonderful free bus-pass (Oh I do feel lucky today, no idea why, mind?)

Popped out en route to call at Olive’s, and she was in, bless her negligee. Couldn’t stay too long, but she gave me four James Grieves (I think that is the name) apples from her daughters garden. Very kind of her. I haven’t seen any of these for years but remember I used to like them for their bitterish flavour. Quick chinwag and cuddle and she reminded me to take the list of things to do with me. I had to return to the flat to try and find it. Humph! I couldn’t! I dropped the apples off during my failed search for the list.

Heavy rain was descending when I got down the lift and outside.

By the time I was halfway down Winchester Hill, it got terribly dark and ominous.

Took this photographicalisation from under the wind-proof umbrella to show you how bad it actually looked. Although by the time I got the camera out and positioned myself under the brolly, the rain temporarily eased off.

Hobbled hiatus-free all the way to the Doctors surgery without having to stop once… slowly mind, only just made it in time for the appointment. Made a date for the Flu Jab, Tuesday 4th October 2016 @ 0920hrs.

Seconds later, Dr Vindla called me into her surgery/room.

I think i remembered everything I wanted to talk to her about. Told her of the dizzy last week when I woke up staring at the shower room ceiling. She’s to make an appointment for me to see someone at the City Hospital.

Asked her for some extra Codeine Phosphate and or Oxycodone painkiller to counter the combination of the Angina and Hernia. She let me have some Codeine. Also some Corticosteroid cream. She sent the prescription straight to the chemist in Carrington.

Thanked her and limped to the Chemists to collect the prescription, had to wait a bit, but no bother about that, waiting in the dry.

Out to the bus stop and caught one to the City Clinic. Good news… yes, I said Good News! Little Inchy’s lesion is much better and improved, only have to go each month from now on to have him examined. Yehaa!

Bus back to Sherwood and caught the bus to Pronto Mansfield. (I do love, me pensioners, free bus pass!)

When we reached the Newstead Abbey bus stop, the weather seemed to brighten up a touch.

By the time we’d gone half a mile further it returned to being gloomy again.

Arrived in Mansfield Bus Station and plodded through the underpass toward the B&M store to search to see if they had any of the Bonners Hungarian Goulash, the Bisto Vegetable Granules or Bonners Curried Beans – they had none! Got a plastic bottle of distilled vinegar, though. Then waddled up the road to the Pound Stretcher and got some bin bags. Hardly worth the trip out, but I enjoyed the doddering about and bus ride.

Back to the bus station via the Market Place.

It looked very sad in the drizzle and lack of stalls. There was a van with two blokes in it that were trying to help people to stop smoking, but the blokes were both asleep!

Hehehe!

The rain persisted, but my windproof umbrella proved its worth today. Struggled back up the hill and caught the bus back to Sherwood.

An old chap who got on the bus a bit further along and sat next to me looked a bit down. So, I mentioned the weather to him, and he started to chinwag.

He had lived in Sweden for many years and told me about the ice and snow they have to contend with.

Nice bloke, I think he appreciated having someone to talk to perhaps.

That’s him on the right getting off the bus ten miles further on.

Dropped off in Sherwood and waited there for the L9 or L8 bus to arrive to lift me up the hill back to the apartments.

Had another great gossip with two other tenants who arrived to get the bus back.

In the lifts at the flats, they both agreed with my statement, which was: “Well, for me it’s a wee-wee, slippers on and a brew in that order, what about you two?” They both laughed out loud and agreed.

After getting in and carrying out just those actions, I got the meal warming up and laptop on to update this diary.

Called to see Olive. Radiant she looked today. Although in pain, as usual, she emitted pleasant beauty. We had a natter for ages a kiss and cuddle and off I trotted in some haste back to the flat for a WRHD session… again?

Got the rather heavily seasoned nosh served up. Buffalo wings, pulled pork on BBQ sauce with baked beans, and no bread, but I did have two rice cakes.

Too rich, too much and terribly disappointing it was.

I’ll pay for having this later, mark my words. Hehehe!

Took the evening medications and settled to watch some TV. Absolute waste of time! In the following couple of hours, I nodded off for longer than I stayed awake. Gave up, turned off the TV and tried to get to sleep, boy did I sleep too. Not for too long, but deeply. Until I sprang awake with the feeling that something was wrong? I had to get out of the £300 second-hand now vibrating recliner and check around the place for anything untoward, left on or leaking. Found nowt. Nodded off quickly and easily again, until another sudden waking up again at 0230hrs, in desperate need of a WRWW, and decided to stay up and get the laundry done.

Inchcock Today Thursday 15th September 2016

Thursday 15th September 2016

0420hrs: Up and out of the now working once again £300 second-hand recliner and off for a WRHD, not so bad this morning, no bleeding and a lot easier.

Another misty morning.

Medications took then made a brew made, and laptop on and got to work creating graphics on CorelDraw X8 and CorelPaint for a good few hours.

Graphicalisationing for new post Advice for Whippersnappers in later life. Here’s the header for the page, finished it, at last, all I have to do now is to write the funny poem to go on it. Hehe!

Began Facebooking, but sticking again, gave up.

Checked this weekend on the Goggle Calendar. Mustn’t forget the Doctor in the morning, and the Foot First Chiropodist on Saturday morning.

Had a grand carbolicalisationing in the shower, changed and got the things ready for the Tenants Social hour. Raffle prizes, nibbles.

Called to see Olive on my way out, but she was not in. I think today is her Scrabble session?

Off to the tenants meeting in the Community Hut. I left a message with Obergruppenfurher Julie, for Deana to know I’d missed her, but I’d be in all day today.

Toni and Bill were both feeling very much better. Brian was his precious grumpy old self. Polish Eddy, the most elderly Tenant in either of the blocks of flats at 94-years-of-age, was in great form! The lady who’s face I’ve had to block doesn’t like her photograph being taken. I didn’t realise she was in this photo until I came to posting it on here, so masked her face out of it, bless her, a lovely woman too.

Sat next to Toni today, and heard about her going to a funeral earlier in the week. The humour she puts into her stories is great to listen to. Nice to hear her asking about why BJ had not come to the meeting. I explained he was still on holiday in Cornwall.

The call to the porcelain forced me to leave a few minutes before usual. Said my farewells and as I was making a fast as I could manage hobble to get back to the flat and the Wetroom, I met Norman, neighbour and another of the nonagenarians in the block. He’s such an appealing old fellow. I gladly but foolishly, held back the bladder to enable me to listen to him as he related the story of his television going bang and packing up! Like looking in a mirror Whoopsiedangleplop-wise seeing Norman, bless him. He was alright though I’m glad to say.

Walked with him to the flat door, departed and knocked on Olive’s door, but she was still out.

Back to the apartment and struggled a bit on the porcelain. Laptop on and did some more graphicationalisationing for later use.

Warden Deana rang the fancy ‘I only wanna be with you’ (Dusty Springfield) tune on the door bell. (Anyone calling to see me, please feel free to press the door alarm button several times, I love the song.) Hehe!

She asked me if I’d done a battery check for the alarm wristlet. Told her I had done it last week.

The British Gas situation was discussed at length. Outcome being, she is to email them again with my complaints about their service, the different lies and misleading information we had received from people we’d spoke with over the ten months of dispute.

Got the food on. Tonight it would be mild Chilli Con Carne, vegetables and chips, with black bean sauce.

A lemon Frizzle to follow. Nibbled some nuts as well.

The taste buds are almost back to normal now, so I enjoyed this one a lot.

The Morrisons delivery arrived, and the chap kindly carried the bags into the kitchen for me. He was amazed at the view out of the kitchen window. I told him I’m still amazed at it after living here for a year and a bit.

Watched some TV and fell asleep and stayed asleep until 0225hrs when I got up for a WRHD and stayed up.

Inchcock Today Wednesday 14th September 2016: Emergency Plumber Summoned – Oh dear…

Wednesday 14th September 2016

0255hrs: Sprang awake in need of a WRWW, as I detached myself from the now working once again £300 send-hand recliner and made my way to the wetroom, I pondered on the dream about a building and canal I’d been having, I knew it was not nice, but details again evaded me.

Got back and nodded off again (Rare this is), only to spring awake again at 0355hrs in a desperate demand for a WRHD, back to the porcelain and had an extraordinarily and painful, blood fetching passing session. Took ages and a bit of oohing and aahing. So relieved and pleased when it was finally over and finished with. The haemorrhoids bled profusely.

I cleaned myself and the porcelain up and decided to take a senna tablet with the morning medications and medicines. I reckon if anyone broke into the flat, the most valuable items to steal would be the drugs? Hehe!

Despite the uncomfortableness of and the burning sensation coming from my rear-quarters, I began to feel a bit better later. Took the medications with water then made a strong mug of tea and got the laptop on to update the diaries.

Went to make another brew and… Whoopsiedangleplop!

Water all over the floor in the kitchen!

I got down to investigate with relative ease, to find the takeaway pipe to through the back wall was hanging loose, and the connector pipe to the sink plughole had become detached from the sink!

Getting paper towels to clean up meant me getting up and down again to sort things a bit, but I could do nothing about the problem than to wipe up the water.

I’ll have to beg Olive to phone up about it to the maintenance people for me later, far too early to call on her yet (0625hrs). The cleaner gals are due today as well.

After doing what I could, getting up again started the Angina and Arthritis off. Feeling pretty fed up now.

Did some graphicationalisationing then I did some Facebooking to try and get my attention off of the situation?

Went to Olive, she had the cleaners in who were coming to me next. She looked ultra radiant today. She willingly called the maintenance department for me and told them of the failure I had had, with the sink and water. Got a promise from them that someone would be here within four hours to sort it. Gave Olive my thanks, a kiss and a cuddle and returned to the flat.Met Warden

Met Warden Deans on te way, she needs to see me urgently, and told me to call to see her Thursday (Tomorrow) before the tenants social hour?

The cleaning ladies arrived an hour or so later and set to work, but didn’t do the kitchen cause it might only get messed up then when the plumber called. We had a laugh while they did their job, I paid them and off they went.

Another hour or so and the plumber arrived. He looked at the situation and went down to his van to get another of the black pipe units and returned.

He soon it all done, thanked him and off he went.

The new sink plug was of thin plastic and had no chain on it to allow me to pull it out in hot water? I got a stick-on hook and stuck it on the savoury nibbles box next to the sink, to the hope of keeping it from disappearing later, I hope? He replaced the overflow hole/outlet with a metal cover instead of the plastic one, and he’d replaced the black plastic tubing that had fell off of the other pipework under the sink, it should have been attached to apparently.

I cleaned up the area. Then back on the laptop and did a Birthday graphic for Marissa Bergen. Took me many hours to get it something like I wanted it to.

Seen here on the left after finalisationing was completed.

I hope Marissa has a cracking day.

Did a bit more working on a graphicalisationing for future use.

Then I tried to concentrate and sort out the Google calendar for next week.

Don’t want to miss owt off.

Got the results of the last INR test and the date for the next one, that being Monday 19th. Sent an email asking for that day to the surgery. No reply yet apparently.

Updated this diary and planned the day’s nosh. I’m having the can of Pimientos peppers with pork and veal filling in tomato sauce, oven chips and mushrooms heated in water with tomato puree added.

Email back from surgery:

Shame that means getting a bus and tram to get there, and the same to get back. Hey-ho! Oh no, it doesn’t! It’s at the City Hospital, innit? So I can walk there and catch a bus back almost to the flats! Great that. Providing I’m in a decent state regarding Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis and the weather is okay, it’ll not be too bad at all hobbling there. Most of the route is downhill going as well.

Great that. Providing I’m in a decent state regarding Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis and the weather is okay, it’ll not be too bad at all hobbling there. Most of the route will be downhill going there, as well.

I reckon if I leave the flats for about 0700hrs, or maybe a little earlier, say 0630hrs to be safe, I should get there for around 0800hrs, the opening time for the Phlebotomy Dept.

I wondered what Warden Deana needs to talk to me about tomorrow? Fretting a bit about that now.

Got the meal prepared and on the plate.

The taste buds have still not returned to full functioning yet, but I ate it all up.

The contents of the peppers taste through, very delicate flavour, but nice. Got the chips cooked a lot better as well. Or maybe it’s the returning sensitivity of my gustatory cells? I looked that one up, hehe!

Sandra from the TFZer site suggested that I try having Pizzas. I tried one in 1982 and didn’t like it. I’ll have a look at them, see what flavours I can find to try when I get out shopping again. I think you can buy Pizza bases and add your own food to them and cook them in the oven? Must have a look on the web for ideas later.

Settled down after many many attempts over a fifteen minute period, got into the £300 second-hand recliner chair ready to consume the meal, and realised I’d not took the medications – up, out to the kitchen and got them. Down in the chair again, left the mobile phone in my jacket in the hallway, up and fetched it, settled again and realised I’d got the wrong glasses on for watching the TV nosh, up and swapped them with the middle distance spectacles and down again, then a sudden requirement for a WRWW arrived, up and to the porcelain then back again to settle once more to eat, the now cold meal! And believe it or not, it being coldish didn’t stop me enjoying it at all. Odd that?

Soon started nodding off and it seemed like every time I did I had a dream, but cannot recall them in detail, one was something about my being unable to get into or open a giant envelope using a giant BIC razor?

Woke around midnight and extracted me from the recliner and to the wetroom for a most painful WRHD session, that caused bleeding that needed cleaning up afterwards, and enabled me to stub my toe, twice, during the visit. Hehe, never mind it woke me up this did. So, I had a bag of cheesy curls, fell asleep, and when I woke a few minutes later, I had to get the hand-held hoover to clean up the crumbs that were all over me, on the carpet and the chair cover. What the heck I was doing while asleep, to get into this state, I didn’t know?

Hey-ho.