The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe – Page 182

Inchcock Today Wed 6 Jan 16: Busy day getting nothing sorted

Changing lawyers is like changing deck chairs on the Titanic!

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Wednesday 6^th January 2016

I woke up at 0325 hrs. To the porcelain yet again. Little Inchy had been bleeding, but far less than of late. I hope the Daktacort cream is sufficient.

Made a cup of strong tea and took the morning medications.

P1020823 The view from the kitchen window was of an eerie foggy morning.

A Whoopsiedangleplop took place after I took this photograph.

I was putting the milk back in the fridge as my fingers suddenly stiffened (As they often do you know) and dropped the carton. Making things even worse, it fell into my bag I’d left on the floor and soaked everything in it! Crossword book, umbrella, nibbles, gloves, bird seed, etc. As I bent down to lift it into the sink sharpishly; I cracked my head on the corner of the four-tier server!

Cleared out and cleaned the bag, contents and floor. Muttering some well-chosen words of self-recrimination away to myself as I did so. I included a new one that I’d automatically invented in with the usual crude ones. “Bluglethunder”, I like it!

Then I went to empty the by now cold cuppa – and managed to drop it in the sink luckily. I now have a pretty artistic chip on the bottom of my pink mug, and a creative lump on me head. You’ve got to laugh!

Laptop on and emailed Steve Age UK about the health visitor (Not that I anticipate that this will be of the slightest interest to him). Sent another one to Brother-in-Law Pete to cheer him up, he’s had some teggies out and a filling.

I received an email from Grammarly with my weekly writing update figure.

I’m making plenty of mistakes.

Nothing new here then! Hehehe!

Did a bit of Facebooking then.

A pot of porridge and another cuppa.

Laptop closed and put away and did some cleaning and sorting in the flat.

Not a lot mind!

Not before time either!

The Morrison’s order arrived, and I loaded up the freezer, fridge and cupboards.

Some letters were then delivered.

There were amongst them, one for Margaret the previous tenant. And two for yours truly.

One a bank statement from the Co-op, at last!.

The other was also from the Co-op informing me that the Insurance for the old house was due to run out on the 9th January. This one had been forwarded from the old address in Carrington.

I tried ringing the number on the letter to pay the insurance but could not understand what the machine was telling me.

Got a bath and shave, took the three rubbish bags to the chute, then and called at the Community Shed to find Julie there. I told her of my problem, and she kindly rang the bank.

After much kerfuffle, they told her that being as the Carrington house was not my primary residence, they could not insure it again. What?

She then told me to get the insurance details for the new flat, that I had taken out with the Age UK via Steve, who we could not contact again? And bring them to her and she’d call them and ask if they could cover it.

I went back to the flat and got the details and on the way back to the shed I came across Deana, the other coordinator. Told her of my problems and gave her a nibble and returned to Julie. Gave her a nibble as well and she called Age UK for me.

After more kerfuffle, they too said they would not insure the old house for me?

In desperation I rang Steve and got an answer (Amazing!), Julie explained the situation and Steve said he’d get in touch with the buyers of the house and see if anything could be sorted, and ring me back later. Why do I not feel confident about this?

Deana said she had to interview me? She’d be over in the morning about 0830 hrs.

Back to the apartment and put the kettle on, and the Occupational Officer from Nottingham City Homes arrived. Joel Patterson, a young chap from the Enablement Team in Bulwell. arrived.

He fired some medical type questions at me, then checked the facilities in the bathroom. After an hour or so he left, saying he’d get back to me at a later date.

Nice chap, pleasant enough.

Another cuppa brewed and got the laptop on again to update this earth shattering story of life in the aged lane.

Got me nosh ready. Frikadellen and tomatoes, with the stoneground bread.

I was just too tired to bother making anything else.

Enjoyed this all the same, and rated it a decent 9/10.

Nodded off, but again kept waking so often it was annoying.

Inchcock Today 5 Jan 16: Memories evoked by a DVD today

Changing lawyers is like changing deck chairs on the Titanic!

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Tuesday 5^th January 2016

Woke up needing the porcelain again at 0355 hrs. Passed a lot of water again like last night. The legs seemed to be a little less blown than of late?

The back, knees and neck were still bothersome, though.

Made a cuppa and had my breakfast.

Then got the Laptop on and set to work on the Ode.

Movement being less painful than yesterday – looking good this now – he said with crossed fingers. Hehe!

Little Inchy will need careful attention when I get my bath later. Typical innit? Yesterday I told the Dr that he is no worse than he has been, and here he is the next morning, tingling and matted again! Huh!

As I made my second cup of tea – the duodenal ulcer started up. I was hoping last night’s bit of bother from him was going to be a one-off.

I really must take care of what I have for nosh now. Back to the eating the soups methinks? Although, eating fish should be okay?

I keep having to lift the lid on the WC regularly this morning, far too frequently. But I think perhaps it might be a good thing for the blown-up legs?

Not sure if I will risk a trip out or not yet today because of this.

Tried again to get on with the Ode creation, but a lack of concentration and attention prevented my getting it anything like I wanted. Tsk!

Rang Sister Jane. Her social calendar if still full. Fooey the nicest cat in the world is still doing well. Crossed fingers on that!

Got a shave, did me teggies, and then ran the bath. Using the new bath-foam thingy today in it, the expensive one. Had a quick one today.

Little Inchy doctored, medicated, creamed and dried well afterwards. (Oh, the pain. Hehe!) Daktacort cream used today.

Must remember the Nottingham City Homes Occupational Therapy chap is calling tomorrow.

I got me togs ready for the launderette room activities.

Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way down to the foyer.

When the washing machine was going, I walked to the Winwood Community Shed and dropped off more mail for Margaret, the previous tenant. No one was in, but they’d left the door unlocked.

Back to the foyer of the flats and the frail lady was sat there. Gave her some nibbles and tried to have a natter with her. It wasn’t easy as we are both a bit deaf, but she seemed to enjoy it.

Had to nip up to the flat to visit the porcelain yet again. Returned and got the washing out and into the spin-dryer.

Spent ages on the crossword book without finishing any. Funny that; some days I can get a good few in, others none?

The frail lady said her farewells and went up to get her dinner.

Eventually, it was done and I packed the togs and went back up to the apartment – just in time I got to the porcelain. Getting peed off with all this peeing. Hehe!

Still, it might help the leg swelling to go down a bit?

Put the clothes away in the airing cupboard and hung some up on hangers on me clothes racks. The trousers I washed will need ironing, I’ve got an iron, but will have to purchase an ironing board soon.

**Decided not to risk the sausages after all. Very lean bacon. Rated this 9.2/10**

Decided the last thing to have bacon cobs and sausages for tonight’s nosh.

Did some Facebooking and then got it ready.

I chose not to eat the savoury BBQ flavour sausages, though, very tasty as they are.

I thought perhaps they might be a little too strong on the tummy and start the ulcer going again. The last thing I need is another pain starting up if I can avoid it.

The legs were feeling far less painful, but the back and neck/shoulders started giving me grief again. (You can’t win em all. Hehe!)

Settled to watch some episodes of Heartbeat series three on the TV’s DVD thingamabob.

Stayed awake, well maybe the odd nod-off or two, and three trips to the porcelain, through all three episodes and enjoyed them. This took me back to where and who I was living at the time when the programme was first aired. The memories were good and clear, but I got a touch morbid about the people who are no longer with me, especially Suzie naturally.

I used to get home from work on my motorbike, quick as I could to watch this series on a Friday night as I recall?

With this prompting many other recollections, I mused over my past failings, missed opportunities, alcoholism and people I’ve lost. But not in a destructive way.

Drifted off, sat in my right sized lovely 1967 leather chair, all snug, warm and passing wind.

Kept waking up again and again, but I soon nodded off again each time.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today Mon 4 Jan 16: Doctors, drizzle and the dreadful Duodenal Ulcer kicks off. Tsk!

What’s the difference between a dead dog in laying in the middle of the road and a dead lawyer laying in the middle of the road?
There are tyre skid marks in front of the dog.

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Monday 4^th January 2016

I’d been kept awake during the night each time I caught the whatever they are patches on my legs; it woke me up.

A new one on the right leg seemed like part of me leg was sinking into the rest of the leg?

But the sores were far less tender and red than yesterday.

I laid a while and pondered on today’s appointments. 1000 hrs, Practice Nurse for INR Warfarin blood tests, 1015 hrs See Dr. Vindla about the report the GUM clinic had sent her about Little Inchy and have him check him out. I’ll mention me new sores to her afterward.

Walk to the Chemist for me prescriptions. Bus to town and call at the Audio clinic for some batteries for me hearing aids.

I’d got a feeling there was something else today, but could not find anything else on Google Diary?

As my mate and internet wit Duncan Robertson said to me in an email earlier: “It’s so frustrating when you know something is in the flat but just can’t find it!”.

I took a photo (Top) of the state of me legs and the new depression on the right leg to show the Dr in case it disappears by the time I get to see her.

Stirred myself and visited the porcelain – stubbing my toe as I went in. “Oh fancy that I said out loud!”

Made a cuppa and found the milk had gone off – so I made another using a new carton of milk. Took the morning medications.

Laptop on started this diary off and posted Sunday’s.

Did a bit of Facebooking, and then got the things ready for me trip out. Waterproof coat and hat for my walk in the rain to the GP and so on. Bus-pass to get back, cash in pocket, INR Haematology Anticoagulant Record Card, Audio Clinic Record Booklet, Angina spray and the like in my bag or pocket.

Got a wash and brush-up and set off on my hike to the surgery.

Dropped into the Community Shed and Deana and Obergruppenfurher Julie were present. Handed over the mail for Margaret the flats previous tenant. We all had a little natter.

Walked down the hill into Sherwood, and I struggled a bit with the heavy water-logged legs and the sores making it painful going.

The rain held off as I ascended the hill up out of Sherwood and down into Carrington.

Got into the surgery and took a seat and read my book while I waited for my name being called. Into the nurses room for my INR Warfarin level blood test.

The lovely nurse soon tended to me, and I returned to the waiting room to await Dr Vindla being free.

Once in the surgery, she informed me they had found the missing notes about my last treatments to Little Inchy. I wasn’t aware they had lost them.

Dr Vindla informed me that I had to make an appointment with the G.U.M. clinic for another check-up before the appointment that had already been made earlier with them on my last visit, this one was for the 18th January.

She then took a look at my legs and seemed unconcerned. Then gave me a prescription for a different cream for Little Inchy, and some for the sores on my swollen legs. She explained she did not want to hand me any Furosemide tablets, with my being on so many others at the moment.

Then she advised my they were waiting for an appointment at the Cardiology Out-patients unit and would inform me when it arrives.

I trotted off limpingly to the chemists in Carrington and got the prescription for the two creams filled.

Then to Lidl where I got some Frikadellens, smoked bacon and some stonebaked cobs.

£7.31 lighter in my pocket, I trotted hobblingly to the bus stop.

Caught one into Sherwood. Crossed the road and waited at the bus stop there for the L8 that takes me to the flats to arrive.

Three fellow tenants came and a good natter and laugh ensued.

Had a struggle getting off the bus, due to the legs and back not being overly interested in moving.

Back at the flat and put me bits I’d bought away.

Got the brush and dustpan out, but they didn’t work. So I got the hoover out and did the hallway and front room. My back and legs were aching afterwards. Tsk!

Made a cuppa and took the medications.

Got the Laptop going and updated this tosh.

Started some graphicationalisationing with Coreldraw and CorelPaint.

Fell asleep and when I woke the dreams I’d had were clear in my mind, of course by the time I’d written some notes down most of the had dissolved into the ether; I was inside a glove box of a car and looking through a spy hole at the occupants of the car. The three people (Strangers to me) were all dressed in red and blue almost Minstrel-like clothing and sang to each other instead of talking. Inside the glove box, I had a picnic basket with a bottle of Aludrox SA?

I made a cuppa and watched some TV in mini-sessions as I kept dropping off again.

I woke to need the porcelain rather sprightly and passed more than I have done in ages.

Got back to the chair and drifted off. Woke up a few times as the duodenal ulcer started giving me some hassle!

Inchcock Today Sun 3 Jan 16: With the state of my legs today, I may never dance again! Hehe!

It was so cold out this morning.

I saw a solicitor with his hands in his own pockets!

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Sunday 3^rd January 2016

Woke I eventually, at gone 0700 hrs! I must have been well shattered to sleep for so long?

Bits of my dreams floated away as I tried to recall them. Made a cuppa and took my morning medications rather later than planned.

Left with a feeling or sense, that they were not pleasant dreams I’d had?

Made a cuppa and took my morning medications with a nice strong cup of tea, rather later than planned mind. Hehe!

Tended to Little Inchy, the neck and shoulders still giving me some bother. Huh!

Got the laptop going and completed the last diary then started this one off.

I did some more Facebooking. Then posted some ‘Bling’ photos for the TFZ gals.

I did a graphic for Sister Jane for her birthday and posted it to her.

No reply yet, no doubt she’ll be giving the plonk most of her attention.

But she rarely has more than three bottles at any one session.

Hehehe!

I checked me Google Calendar to make sure of my first appointment at the GP surgery in the morning. 1000 hrs the nurse and 1015 hrs the doctor.

The rain was coming down in torrents now.

I got the bath water running, had a shave, did my teggies and prepared myself to struggle into the tub – suddenly I espied more work for the Doctor in the morning!

Blotches of blood under the skin on both ankles and part way up the leg?

I didn’t notice them earlier?

Also, some veins on the top of my legs had turned red?

I bet Dr Vindla will be pleased to see me in the morning, poor woman.

She’ll have Little Inchy to examine, the cut inside my lip to check, the wayward Warfarin blood level to sort out and now these two a well. I will be popular! Hehe!

I had a quick bath and cleaned it up, applied the cream to Little Inchy and pain gelling the knees.

Got dressed, made up the bags of rubbish and put my empty jars in a carrier bag, and took the bags to the rubbish chute. Then went down with the jars to walk to the end of the road and put them in the recycling bin. Getting well wet in the process.

Back to the flat and made a cuppa and took my evening medications while I thought of it like.

The rain had stopped, and gloom came over the view from the kitchen window.For a while, it seemed like everything had gone mono?

For a while, it seemed like everything had gone mono?

Then a mist came down in the distance.

The colour returned after a few minutes; then it started to get dark quickly. For some reason, I thought the Conspiracy Theorists would have a marvellous time with this.

The rain started again. I took my afternoon medications.

I went on Facebook again, then WordPressed for a while.

For nosh tonight: Pork sausages, chestnuts, potato cakes, beetroots and flavoured baked beans.

I used Patti Beckert’s BBQ recipe for marinating the beans. Thanks, Patti!

To follow was mandarins in orange jelly – there was an orange yoghourt as well, but when I opened it, I found it had gone off! Eurgh!

Took me evening medications.

I sat reading my Leningrad book and woke up hours later, still on the chapter I’d started reading.

Thought about getting up to make a cuppa and Zzzz!.

Regrettably I kept catching the patches on one or the other leg/ankle sores and spent more time awake than sleeping – that was until about 0300 hrs when I woke and took another painkiller, then drifted off until 0415 hrs.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today Sat 2 Jan 2016: Lost camera. Really pee’d off with myself now!

Solicitors are like rhinoceroses,

Thick Skinned, Short Sighted, and always ready to charge!

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Saturday 2^nd January 2016

Woke at 0400 hrs, I forced myself up and to the bathroom.

Made a cuppa and took my morning medications.

Laptop on to finish the Friday diary – but could I find my camera with the photo’s on it from yesterday?

No!

I didn’t go out of the flat yesterday, the last time I used it was in the kitchen to photographicalise me nosh.

I felt a fool as I searched for over two hours, looking in he same places so often – thought I was going demented!

Might it be in the same place as my missing hearing-aid batteries, Lottery ticket or Dixon of Dock Green DVD? Not that it would help of it was, because I don’t know where that place is!.

Has the flat got a black-hole in it?.

Frustrated, defeated and depressed, I began to hate my carelessness and frail memory.

Suppose I’ll have another search later after having my bath and I get ready to go out. I feel lost without a good camera. If I don’t find it, more expense to get another one?

There was a fella called Inchcock,

Who acquired an ageing memory block,

The Lumix was the best camera he’d ever had,

He’s lost it, can’t find it, and that is so sad,

To buy a new one, he’ll have to go into hock,

Old Age can be such a terrible shock!

Did a bit of Facebooking, but my idiocy in losing my excellent camera kept coming into my mind.

Had me soak in the bath, put Radox in it. I had a good shave with only one little cut made. I sprayed myself with Brute. (And still none of the ladies ravaged me. Tsk!)

Treated ‘Little Inchy’, hardly any bleeding now. Put my rear-end cream on, pain-gelled my knees and hands. Cleaned my hearing aids and long-distance spectacles, and got dressed and the things together and ready for taking with me on me outing into town.

Took the rubbish to the chute, and then returned for a final check of the flat. Lights, power sockets, taps, etc.

Lastly, I closed the laptop lid… Wait for it!!!

There behind it was my precious missing camera!

Nothing new there then.

I swore prolifically at myself, and got the bag and walked down to catch the 0930 hrs L9 bus.

No one else waiting in the lobby – odd I thought?

Walked to the Community Shed and it was locked up – just as well because I’d forgotten what I had called there for in the first place had left my mind.

Back to the lobby and a few tenants were there. I had a great gossip and laughed with them. We walked out to the bus-stop, and they all caught the L8. I gave them a cheery wave-off.

It was then that I realised it was a Saturday, and the L9 doesn’t start until 1030 hrs! Huh!

So, I had a walk up through and down the park into Sherwood. Some lovely dogs en route being walked, or rather walking their owners. Hehe!

I dropped off on Mansfield Road in town, the rain barely noticeable, but it kept suddenly going dark and threatening.

Not many folks around for a Saturday.

I walked to the Jessops store to see if they had anything in the Sale that might interest me. Negative.

As I left, I noticed the crowds gathering on Clinton Street where the stabbing took place yesterday outside the McDonald’s imitation food outlet. After I had taken the first photograph, the light returned within seconds, it was so surreal! So I took another.

Decided to go to catch a bus to Bulwell to see if the B&M store had any of the cheapo Curried beans in stock. Went to the bus stop and caught a number 17 into Bulwell.

The pigeons appreciated the seeds I gave them. Then I moved to the shallow and usually slow moving river Leen to see the mallard ducks.

The river was in flood, and the water so brown instead of the usual clear transparent water.

The ducks were keeping out of the main flow in a line. Bet the poor things are well tired current and weather.

I went into the B&M store, but they had no beans in stock.

Caught a bus back into Nottingham and just missed the bus back to the flats. Not another for two hours now, and that will be the last one for the day.

A number 40 was due in an hour, so I had a paddle around in the rain for a while.

As I wandered around, I decided to call in Tesco. Where I got some potato cakes and weakened terribly and bought some fresh cream horns.

Strolled down Trinity Walk and noticed this first-floor cafe was open, with signs all over the place and thought of Lynton Cox, my mate, so thought I’d post it for him.

I’ve never actually seen anyone going into or out of this building ever?

Went to the bus stop for the 40 bus that was now due in four minutes.

I could smell the food from the many restaurants locally, but a bad smell of something decaying was mingled in with these aromas.

I soon located the source in Nottingham, The Cleanest City in Britain. It was near the bus stop against the wall of one of the restaurants – not their fault! Passengers waiting for the bus had I assumed just thrown their rubbish in the recess while waiting for the bus and sorting their shoplifted goods out?

Caught the bus and had a read of me war book on the way, and dropped off on Winchester Street.

Risked life and limb, but got across the road okay, and walked to the flats.

The rain began heavily as I got inside the foyer.

Got in and put my bits away.

WC’d and made a cuppa, took the midday medications.

Laptop on, and I started to update this diary.

Did some Facebooking, and then got me nosh prepared.

Made far too much, though. New potatoes, potato cakes, bacon, BBQ sausage, roast parsnips, carrots and caramelised sausage rolls; Cor what a load!

I think I managed to eat about 50% of it if that! Yet I made room for the fresh cream French horns! Naughty! Tsk!

I found two films on the gogglebox I wanted to watch. The first one ‘Killer Bees’ sent me off to the land of nod in no time. I awoke after it had finished and tried to watch ‘Inferno’; didn’t get passed the first ten minutes before I’d gone again! Tsk!

Inchcock Today 1 Jan 2016: Happy New Year to all… Well, do yer bestest anyway!

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Fri 1^st January 2016

Woke at 0435 hrs, Felt horrible this morning, back and neck ache, Little Inchy in a right state, stomach grinding and rumbling away (That’ll teach me for eating a big meal yesterday).

Had to hasten to the bathroom to try and pass and sort Little Inchy out. While sat on the thrown some memories came back of a dream I’d had, I wrote what I could recall on some toilet paper.he rumbling innards back again! after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.

No luck with the passing but got Inchy treated. Put the kettle on and got my medications ready.he rumbling innards back again! after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.

Then I perused the notes of the dream I’d made. Took a photo of them.

Most of the memories had gone from my mind by now – not being able to decipher my own handwriting irked me a bit.

I was on a train, a steam train engine and had to collect some sliced red potatoes in a small bag from a net at the side of the track as we passed… Couldn’t climb up in time… Somehow got the bag with the sliced raw redskin potatoes and people were then chasing me to get them off me? I’m sure there was much more but not able to read my notes and all the recollections being dissipated left me frustrated.

Arthur Itis was niggling me, the back and neck in a state and I kept needing (Or thinking I needed) to use the WC to no avail, though. I thought with the breadbasket rumbling away it would be easy, but no.

I set about finishing the last and starting this diary off on the laptop.

No buses again today or tomorrow from the flats. So maybe I’ll get to finish my Ode to post later? Or, perhaps I can get some cleaning done? Mmm?

Did some Facebooking, for several hours.

**Patricia Kopf’s Graphic. Best wishes and prayers** **for her speedy recovery. XXX**

One of the Troll Free Zone Angels, Patricia Kropf has had a nasty tumble and broken her patella and damaged her wrist. Set about creating a graphic to try and cheer her up a bit.

Posted this to her Facebook page.

Thinking of her now, I just hope she is not in too much pain. Bless her.

It was TFZer Linda Novak’s birthday today as well.

Did her a graphic with some hunks on it for her celebration.

Hope she likes it alright?

Got carried away with the graphicalisationing somewhat and did some more.

Marie and Sandra on their tandem motorbike next.

The tummy started rumbling a bit worse, so the bathroom had many visits for the rest of the day.

Mostly failures.

Had me nosh then I took the evening medications.

Fell asleep.

Inchcock Today Thu 31st Dec 15: Laundry problems, New Year meeting and Little Inchy bleeding again. Tsk!

What’s the difference between a mosquito and a lawyer?
One is a blood-sucking parasite, the other is an insect.

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Thursday 31^st December 2015

Woke at 0400 hrs, the rumbling innards back again! after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.

Still, it took me mind off of the creaking neck pains. Hehehe!

To the bathroom to find Little Inchy had had a bad night and needed untangling of the matted blood. Huh!

Had a few shakes this morning too.

Made a cuppa and took me medications.

Made up a bag of goodies for the meeting tonight at the Comunity shed. I shan’t be capable of waiting up to see in the new year with them, so I’ll go early and leave early leaving them some nibbles.

Laptop on to do the diaries. Had a proper dizzy while I was at at the laptop – scared me for a few seconds, yet it was all over and done with in a minute? Did some Facebooking and WordPressing.

Got the bath ready and had a shave. Did me teggies, got in the tub for a good soak and sorted Little Inchy out afterwards. Cleaned the bathroom and got me laundry and myself ready.

I’d thought if I get the laundry out of the way early, I would be able to get a kip in before the New Year Meeting at 1930 hrs in the Community Shed. Then I might avoid falling asleep in the meeting?

Took me rubbish bags to the chute and went down to the laundry room. sadly

Sadly all the machines were in use. So I walked to the Community Shed to take the mail delivered to the last tenant and give the gals some nibbles. I’d left the letters near the flat door, though. Huh!

Came back to the flats and took note of the finishing time of the washers. Nipped up to the apartment and updated this diary, and then went down again to the laundry room with my washing and crossword book, hoping to get a machine free this time.

Got one this time. Started the washing machine and a chappie came down and began to empty a washer, he then used both devices and when I pointed this out he was not a happy laddie. He then started both driers going. Meaning, that my washer would be finished in 40 minutes, and I’d have another half hour to wait for a drier to come free. Humph!

I sat in the lobby, and the frail lady from the 11th floor came down.

We had a nice chinwag while I waited for the drier to come free. The chappie didn’t come down by the time it had finished so I took out his washing and put mine in it.

He was not happy when he came down, and told me the washing was not dry and assumed I’d taken out his finished laundry early, so I could get mine in. I calmly told him I had not taken out his washing before the drier had completed its cycle – and he shouldn’t have been using two machines, and I thought he had shown his ignorance lack of respect in doing so. He turned a bit nasty and left the laundry room chuntering. Proving to me his lack of thought and consideration for others. I anticipate further bother from this crude animal at a future time!

I enjoyed a further natter with the lady while waiting.

Got my washing out so someone else could use the washer.

Got me drier going as the rain pelted down and the darkness fell.

Boy did the rain come too!

Deana came through the lobby, and I mentioned the ignorant one who used all the machines. I have no fear of conflict with this big bloke oddly enough – his disregard for others overpowers my nervousness in this instance.

Managed a chat with some others coming and going, and then took my laundry out and back up to the flat.

Hunger pangs sprang to life, and I got some battered fish fingers, fish cakes and pollock in the oven and updated this diary again.

Got my nosh and added a bit of ketchup to it, and ate it with relish and some bread thins. Fish night nosh; Battered fish fingers, battered fish cakes and battered cod wedges, with baked beans.

Far too much and it was far too nice too as well and besides as well as.

Ate the lot, thus ruining me recent attempts at going on a diet of sorts and eating less. Humph!

Nodded off for an hour or so and found I was late for the New Year get together at the Winwood Centre (Community Shed).

Got myself ready with the nibbles I was taking and ventured out into the drizzle and walked to the hut.

I was wondering how many of the 400 + tenants would be present., and looking forward to.

Despite the late time for me, I was looking forward to meeting the residents I might not have met before.

Not a full house by any means.

The frail lady from the 11th floor was there, (Second left), The amazing 94-year-old Gentleman Frank from Woodthorpe Court (At the end of the table in yellow) and another man and wife who I had not seen before – and that was it. But it was early yet, hours before midnight and the New Year.

Frank and I eventually mastered the music machine, and we got some DVDs of 1940 and 50’s music playing.

The man and woman put on some masks and asked me to take a photograph of them.

It was wonderful listening as best I could to their stories and reminiscences.

The frail lady left and I realised I’d have to follow her soon. I’d missed my medications and the stomach was rumbling, but even worse I was being tempted by the alcohol, although it was not offered to me; I began seeing it as desirable. No way can I afford to start drinking again after the battle to stop many years ago now.

The tummy started rumbling. Oh dear. I said my farewells and wished them a Happy New Year and made my way back to the flat in the dark and drizzle. I think they thought I was a bit anti-social leaving so early?

Back in the apartment, I took some stomach settler but it was too late for me to take my evening medications. WC’d and doctored Little Inchy. Made a cuppa and decided to watch the film Space Cowboys, one of my all time favourites, and planned to take a photo of the fireworks that go off at midnight through the kitchen window. I fell asleep and missed the film and fireworks!

Inchcock Today Wed 30 Dec 15: Off to Derby in the wild wind…

It is unfair to believe everything you hear about solicitors.

Some of it might not be true!

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Wednesday 30^th December 2015

**A ‘Moody’ photo of the hallway this morning**

Woke at 0500 hrs, after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.

The tummy was rumbling again, aching neck, back and shoulders: And a blinding headache behind the eyes. I felt like I’d not had any sleep at all. Fatigued and heavy eyelidded. Another late rising again for me.

A headache made a mental contact with a dream I’d had but blown if I could recall the details.

No call to the porcelain either – bit concerning that, so out of the ordinary.felt

When I moved to make a cuppa and get me medications the knees and back were not happy with me. I really must get out and about today, loosen things up. I might try to get to Derby again, take some seed and earthworms for the ducks, grab my camera and call in to see if Primark has got any of the loose fitting undies left for sale. Yes good idea, I think I’ll do that. Oh better check me calendar first. All clear, medical appointments start next Monday again, Tuesday, Wednesday and so on. On Monday, I have three of them, GP, Clinic nurse! Hehehe!

Laptop on finished yesterday’s rather sad, aimless. Desolate diary, and started this one off.

At last I got a summons to the bathroom from me innards – Oh what a kerfuffle too! Little Inchy needed extracting from my disposable undies; the dried blood did not want to be removed. The haemorrhoids were flowing red. I even caught the cut inside my lip when I was doing me teggies, and that joined in bleeding. However, I’ve had it worse, just not all at the same time.

Good news came yesterday, I forgot to mention in Tuesday diary: Sister Jane rang, and she’d taken Fooey to the Veterinary, and he told her that the antibiotics were working on him. Great news, although of course Fooey being so old I must not get too excited. I asked Jane to take a photo of him and send it to me so I can post it.

Must get an early as possible bath. Can’t have one before 0800hrs in case it disturbs my neighbours. That doesn’t leave much time to get everything ready for going out before I have to get down to the bus-stop to catch the first bus at 0930hr.

Got an early bath and won the daily battle getting me socks off and new ones on.

All readied for me outing, I walked to the Winwood Community Shed and handed the mail I’d received for Margaret, the previous tenant. Had a chinwag with Deana the flats coordinator.

Back to the foyer and met some of the other tenants for another little chinwag and laugh, before catching the bus into town.

**Could be a good one for a Caption Competition?**

As I got off the bus in the city to go to the Victoria bus station to catch the Red Arrow to Derby, I couldn’t help but smile to myself when I saw the window of the John Lewis store that was being changed.

Hehehe!

I walked through to the bank (Again) and called in to once more find out why I was not receiving me bank statements. The chap confirmed they had my correct address on their database. But could not tell me why I had not had any statements since I’ve been in the flats from last July? Again, just like the last three times, I’d called in to see them and find out why – he said I should receive one.

Getting fed up with this now.

I departed frustrated and walked to get the bus to Derby, just as the rain came down, and the wind was buffeting the vehicle all the way en-route.

Arrived in Derby bus station and the rain had eased a lot, but the wind remained bothersome.

**Derby’s pigeons tucking into their nosh**

Went to the Derwent river bank behind the station and gave the pigeons their seed and earthworms.

Then walked in the rain to the old market plaza. It was so sad, at least, another three stalls had been abandoned and closed since my last visit.

I don’t think it can last much longer at this rate.

Then down to the Primark store and got out of the rain and had a good wander around. I got another 3-pack of the loose-fitting undies extra large.

Had a walk around town to the Eagle Centre and had a saunter through to the Market there, another sad sight with so many stalls closed down and or unoccupied.

I was tempted at a stall selling used dvds at £1.50 each and purchased a few.

I espied at a jewellery stall these Amber things, took the photo to post on the Troll Free Site for the girls.

Out into the rain and wind again and over to the bus station.

I had a while to wait for the bus, so took a walk through the supermarket in there. Bought a 20p newspaper.

Caught the bus and read the Star on the way back into Nottingham. I can see why they charge only 20p for it – rubbish!

I dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street.

It never ceases to amaze me how the Nottinghomians ignore traffic signals and lights. They just seem to walk across the road with total disinterest in the oncoming traffic that was on the green lights to drive?

I just missed catching the L9 bus, so had an hour to wait for the next one. I had a saunter around the City Centre.

Plenty of well-wrapped up folk about despite the rain and wind.

I called in the Spar shop to get one of their bacon cobs but they didn’t have any in.

Back to the bus-stop. The bus left early and we were soon back at the flats.

WC’d and got me nosh started – it was supposed to have been roast potatoes and sausages. But I somehow foolishly put them both in the oven at the same time, the sausages were cooked to perfection but the potatoes were still almost cold. Wotta plonker! I threw away the roast potatoes and made some instant mash. Huh!

The rain and wind persisted.

Started to read my book… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today Tue 29 Dec 15: Flat-bound again

Nottingham – Officially the cleanest City in Britain?

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Tuesday 29^th December 2015

Up at 0415 hrs, recalled bits of some dreams, but only bits this time. I was being dragged out of an office against me will by ghosts? Then was in a cellar working on a sewing machine?

As soon as I tried to move, the neck and back ache started.

To the bathroom, Little Inchy had been bleeding less than of late, and I failed in my attempts at my needed evacuation?

Made a cuppa, took my medications and finished the diary for Monday, then started this one off. Moved on to doing graphics after I’d checked me emails.

As the lightness appeared, the moon was clinging on this morning. was arising.

The Morrisons gentleman arrived with my order, and I now have a chocker-full freezer and food cupboards like never before.

I must use some roast ham I have in the fridge from last week today. Perhaps ham, baby carrots, beetroot and mashed spuds, or baked spuds even?

I got an email earlier from the Grammarly add-on. Apparently I’ll get a monthly report something like this one I got here.

I joined this free version last week and found it so good that I bought the premium package.

But found it so good that I bought the premium package.

This can be used along with WordPress, MS Word and Facebook, it also Auto checks my emails.

I have to say I’m enjoying using this Grammarly add-in thing, and it’s easy to get used to for the uneducated like what I am.

You’re never too old to learn, and even at 49, I’m savouring the experience, despite my total lack of education at school. Oh… all right then, 69. Humph!

I spent hours trying to do the Ode for a post, but for some reason today, I just could not concentrate and gave up on it?

Got me nosh ready.

Sweet potatoes in batter, beef slice, beetroot, cheese pops and baby carrots.

Rated this one as 9.5/10.

Again, I returned to try to create the Ode, and again gave up frustratingly after several failed attempts?

Took the rubbish bags to the chute. When I returned to the flat I felt so drained for some reason. The aching back and neck started off again too.

The usual performance of nodding off and waking went on for ages.

I watched some more ‘Heartbeat’ episodes, series two this time.

Eventually nodded off through until 0500hrs.

Inchcock Today Mon 28 Dec 15: An Odd Day

Did everything but name my solicitors this did! Humph!

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Monday 28^th December 2015

Up at 0510 hrs, felt like I’d not had any sleep, fatigued and heavy eyelidded. Late again for me.

One of my dreams involved me being trapped underground, and confused as to where and how, I think a bank teller was with me, but no idea why?

Back and neck ache along with Arthur Itis in me knees made it painful for me to get to the bathroom porcelain on my first trip of the day. Funny innit? How yesterday I felt so good and had most of my ailments being kind to me – today Little Inchy had to be de-clogged of blood cleaned and treated. The haemorrhoids were bleeding away, and as I said earlier, Arthur Itis had returned with a vengeance! Accompanied by Anne Gina letting me know she was there.

I finished off Sunday’s diary, made a cuppa and took me morning medications.

Started this one off and then did a bit of Facebooking. For far longer than planned (But I love those pesky Ether-friends) and I must get a bath now and catch the later bus than expected.

Not liking this neck and shoulder ache I’ve accumulated overnight at all!

Filled the bath and tended to me tender areas. Hehe, why am I laughing?

Thought I’d go to the bank today and sort out why I had not been getting my statements. Then go to Derby for me undies.

Got ready, took me bags to the rubbish chute on the way down and went to the bus stop. No other residents there – hello I thought? Decided to walk up and through the park to the bus stop on Mansfield Road, met Frank and his son on the way doing the same. They informed me that the buses for the flats are off for three days, should be back on tomorrow. Tsk!

Got the bus in Sherwood to town.

Walked through Victoria Shopping Mall, and nearly got myself knocked into and over by the crowds!

Bargain hunters on a mission methinks, but dangerous for those not so nimble on their feet like what I am.

It was a bit of a job getting out uninjured, due to so many shoplifters trying to get in through the same doors, but managed it safely.

A smell greeted me as I left from the other end?

It was from the unemptied bins.

I walked bravely down through Clinton Street to the City Centre, where the unsmiling faces of the crowds concentrating on their mobile phones indicated another danger of me getting bashed into.

Went across the amusements and down Exchange Walk to the bank.

Of course, it was closed.

I had a wander about then decided not to get the bus to Derby. But get the 40 bus back to Winchester Street after I’d nipped into the Pound Shop to get some Lemon Air-freshener. I ended up getting more than planned. Jelly babies, BBQ sauce, the last lemon freshener in the store and a Jasper Carrot DVD.

Walked up to the bus stop and found one was due in a few minutes. Ah, I thought, is my luck is changing?

The bus came in, and we were off – the bus broke down at the next bus-stop.

Another driver got on, and they failed to get it going so we were turfed off to catch the next 40 bus.

Cunningly as I milled about twixt the 20 or so other ejected passengers, I decided to walk back to the first stop. This, I thought, would ensure I get a seat on it.

Hobbled back and had to wait 25 minutes for it to arrives and we set off again, but I got a seat!

At the bus-stop where we had been abandoned earlier the flood of passengers was tidal! The bus filled up within seconds, and the others left an elderly lady struggling to stand along with many others. No one offered her their seat, so I got the man in the next seat to me to let me out, I protected the free seat from being taken by others and indicated to the lady to seat there. My faith in humanity is ever decreasing!

Got to the Winchester Street bus stop, and the lady got off at the same time. I crossed the road with her, both of us a bit nervous I think.

It’s a dangerous bend above and below the bus-stop for seeing traffic coming in time.fats.

The lady was not very lucid, and I felt for sorry for her. She said something about the carers at her home not being very caring bless her.

I walked her to the back entrance of her Care Home and continued on to Woodthorpe Court at the end of Chestnut Walk.

WC’d just in time, phew that one was close!

Got me nosh and settled to watch some Heartbeat episodes on a DVD of the first series. This got me thinking about when they were first shown and what I was doing and living at the time. Mixed memories emanated from me muddled mind and I realised I was happier now than then. I think?

I nodded off and woke up hours later and foolishly tried to watch some more. After several nod-offs, I gave up.