Horoscopes for November 2015
The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe
Fri 16 Oct 15: Inchcock Today: More confused than ever after today…
Friday 16th October 2015
That’s cleared some anyway…
Wilko delivery arrives…
Up at 0350hrs – straight t’porcelain yet again – ‘Little Inchy’ in a state yet again. Looked at the Wilko stuff that needed sorting and set about sorting some.
Well that couple of hours graft did me a lot of good: Now, Arthur Itis has started in me knees and hands, the Reflux valve is making me gasp and me back is playing up again!
WC’d, then made a cuppa, groaned, muttered and moaned a bit to myself and took me medications.
Emails checked, Graphicalisationing started then Facebooked for a while.
Luckily, or unfortunately which ever way you look at it, I realised I’d done me night medication pots up wrongly! Huh, fancy that and Tsk! So I lost an hour or two in resorting them and taking out the second Ramipril capsule I put in the pot in error and replacing it with the Omeprozole I’m missed out.
Back on the laptop to Coreldraw, while listening to G F Haendel’s Water Music on YouTube, very nice.
Did some Facebooking, a lot of Facebooking and some more graphicalisations too.
I changed to listening to some Trad Jazz. (Good this, I just hope nobody knocks on me door or rings me while the headphones are on me head!)
Still not bathed or shaved yet, and it’s now gone 0900hrs.
I got myself cleansed and polished, and down with the laundry to get it washed and dried. Took me cross-word book with me to try and do some while waiting.
One of the lifts was not working, but I got down alright and soon had me washing in the one free machine and was out in the reception area doing me crosswords for an hour while I waited for the machine to finish.
A lady came past me into the room with a big bag of drying to do and I had to go in and tell her not to use the one drier as my washing would be done in 7 minutes and if she, who had washed her clothes in her machine in her flat used it, that meant I would have to wait well over an hour after waiting already for over an hour for the washer to finish to get my clothes dried. She was alright about it and said she’d come down later.
Got me things into the drier a few minutes later and settled again with me crossword book to wait. Met a few residents and had little natter here and there.
Caught a squirrel outside through the window in the car park though.
I popped back in to see how the drying was going and it had stopped after about 10 minutes. Had to put more money in again, but it went okay this time.
Got the togs out and back up to the flat. Put some of them in the airing, and hung up the others on me Ikea clothes rack, that I am pleased to report has not yet collapsed.
WC’d and made a cuppa, laptop on to update this tosh.
Turning even colder as the day gets on.
Facebooked while awaiting arrival of Steve from Age UK and Nottingham Building Society man.
Steve rang, he might be late arriving asked me to let the NBS man (Sam) know.
Then Sam the NBS man arrived and started talking but his voice was not in tune wiv me hearing-aids. Hard work.
Steve Age UK arrived and they talked and I guessed what they were saying, my lip-reading skills are not good.
I was presented with many papers and signed them. Dug out various paperwork (Showing off me folder/files system) to prove I owned the house and who I was like.
I needed to pay some money to the NBS and gave Steve my card and he got on the phone and paid them via me Visa thingy.
They were off and gone and then I got a recorded message from the bank telling me that five transactions had taken place? Not one as Steve and the NBS man had told me?
I rang Steve as this worried me a bit. Of course no answer as he was off work now.
Worried about this, but there is nowt I can do until Monday at the earliest! Oh dear!
Got me nosh, and had me medications.
This nosh despite me worrying about the bank – was a Super-Nosh!
Rated this 9.4/10.
Sorted me medication pots out.
The usual nowadays fatigue dawned on me.
In fact I fell asleep on the porcelain!
Woke with a jolt then sorted out some programmes to watch on the TV and wrote them down – then fell asleep again before they started!
Inchcock Today Thu 15 Oct 15: Trapped in the flat!
Thursday 15th October 2015
Up at 0555hrs – straight to the porcelain yet again – ‘Little Inchy’ in a state. Managed to slow the bleeding but will have to monitor it today. If it carries on bleeding like this I’ll have to call for some help. At least the rear end was not bleeding to bad at all.
I can’t remember getting up this late since I’ve been here – must have been well tired, I reckon I had 7 hours of kip and only woke up once or twice, good that… I think?
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Email from the GP surgery, they cannot give an appointment for me INR Warfarin test for Monday or Tuesday next, told me I have to go to the phlebotomy dep’t at the Queens Medical Centre to have my blood tests done on Monday.
That cheered me up no end that did. First a bus from here 0930hrs – into town 102ohrs – bus to the QMC arriving approx 1100hrs – wait in queue for an hour at least often longer, then all that pa-lava to get back and the day will be gone! No laundry will get done on this Monday then. Tsk!
The Morrison chappie arrived and I put the stuff away in me already bulging cupboards and fridge.
Good that though all the same. With me not getting out for a few days now I know I’ll not run out of nosh anyway. Hehe!
I posted the photographs of the pigeons I took yesterday to TFZ and the Birds & Plants sites.
I heaved a load of seed and earth worm pellets out for them and grabbed me camera.
WC’d.
I like the way I managed to catch them in the second photo with them incoming to land and fanning their back feathers to slow them down, claws and feet ready to land and to do battle with the others to get the fodder.
Couldn’t do that in Nottingham – I’d get a fine or arrested.
Made a cuppa, passed wind, rushed to the WC.
Facebooked for a bit.
WC’d.
I was just emailing Sir Lynton, telling him of me problems with the Wilko delivery – and blow me down – it arrived.
Stored it in the so called hallway.
Mind you I can’t get out of the flat very easily now it has come. Hehe!
WC’d.
I decided to get to the dentist to book an appointment, go to the Co-op to get a TV paper, drop me donations off at the Hospice charity shop and see if I can arrange to book some goes on their lottery and have a look in the charity shop over the road to see if they had any book cases in yet that might fit in the living room. oh, and drop in the Winwood Community shed with letters for the previous tenant that have been delivered.
Got missen ready, took me midday medications and set off.
Went to the shed, it was open but no one there. Left the mail and some nibbles for em and walked towards the hill up into the woods to trek to the shops and the L8 bus pulled in, so I got on that.
One of the residents got off and I gave her a choice of nibbles and said hello. The driveress, the nice one was driving the bus, so I gave her a choice of nibbles too. She opted for a bag of white chocolate mice.
Went in the dentist and bravely approached the Obergruppenfurher on reception and booked an appointment for December 7th.
Then walked over and looked in the Sue Ryder shop but they no book cases in.
Back across the road and into Wilko to see if they had any of the wood dye I got the last month from them – none in stock.
Out and back up the road into the Sherwood Co-op store.
Got a pot noodle BBQ flavour, a TV paper, some special offer priced Stagg Chilli-con-carne with wedges at £1 from £1.90 and a pack of two vanilla cream cakes fell into me bag somehow…
A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot in front of and over the road.
Walked back through the Woodthorpe Grange Park back up to the flats.
Not many folk about today.
Mind you, the few that were there had fun with their woof-woofs.
Almost looks like a painting?
The changing seasons were still offering some wonderful different colour trees for me to enjoy looking at though.
It seemed serene and peaceful as I plodded on up the hill and right down to the flats.
I struggled passed the Wilko box’s into the flat and to the porcelain.
I noticed some bits on the kitchen floor as I put the kettle on.
Scrubbed at and then soaked the glue residue for hours – to no avail!
Got the brush and pan out and swept the bit into it – but they stuck on the pan – the glue from the label was still there and hyper sticky. I decided it was well time to try again to remove it. Huh!
I tried various concoction and mixes of bleach, washing-up liquid, flash kitchen spray, Fairy power spray, Dettol cleaner, scouring pads, metal scraper liquid soda and elbow grease – to no avail!
So I left the pan soaking in the sink for a few hours.
Started the laptop and updated this diary.
WC’d.
Went back to the soaking pan and had another go at it with the scraper. Nothing – the glue remained in place! I may have to throw it away and get another one, but making sure the next one does not have a label stuck in it!
Then realised I’d stained the sink! Another job to tackle.
WC’d yet again! Worrying this is. Had to clean up ‘Little Inchy’ again. Not feeling too good now. Decided against starting sorting the Wilko order out until the morning – dizzy spell and headache now – what next! Tsk!
Going to have some Mulligatawny and Beef and vegetable soup with bread thins tonight methinks for a change.
Got it in the pan ready for later.
Took me evening medications.
WC’d.
Cleaned the sink and polished it – best I could manage anyway. Huh!
Did a bit of Facebooking and some graphicationalising again.
I discovered it is a Special Day today in America.
“White Cane Safety Day”!
Apparently: The United State president may issue each year a proclamation calling on people in the United States to observe White Cane Safety Day with appropriate ceremonies and activities. It is a time when communities across the nation re-affirm their commitment to improve access to basic services for blind and visually impaired people.
Organizations, such as Lions Clubs International and the National Federation of the Blind, organize promotional activities involving the public as part of a goal to help to increase awareness of the use of the white cane and the laws that govern its use. Activities such as visual displays, walks, meetings, public service announcements, and the distribution of t-shirts reminding people about the day are all part of the day’s activities. White Cane Safety Day also reminds people that motor vehicles and pedestrians should yield the right of way to blind or visually impaired people using canes.
Nice that!
WC’d. Getting a bit annoying this now…
I checked on the glue residue on me pan soaking in the sink – still there! Dried it off tearing the paper towels as I did so and making an even bigger mess!
Had me soup nosh and fatigued again I had a bath and shave and into me jammies.
Boldly reset the crap TV and managed to remove some of the stations so it is easier to check through them to find what’s on what.
Nodded off.
Inchcock Today – Wed 14 Oct 15: Bus Trip out for the lad (He loves his free pensioners bus-pass!)
Wednesday 14th October 2015
Up at 0335hrs – straight to the porcelain again, Little Inchy bleeding but the haemorrhoids a lot less so this morning.
Made a cuppa and used over the none-delivery of yesterdays Wilko order. Laptop on, auto-reply-email back from Wilko telling me they have received me email and intend to reply within 72 hours.
Stomach started churning up, so when I took me medications I had an extra Omeprazole and a swig of Sertraline.
Not too good this morning at the moment, but I still want to go to Derby on the bus and get a decent walk in, feed the ducks and take some photographs. I might see if they have any hot-cooked ham joints on the market there… well me stomach is telling not to though. Hehe!
Did some work on me graphics for me ‘Duncan comes to the rescue’ (Or whatever I decide to call it when it’s finally done) funny blog. Got it finished at last, I’ve been working on the graphics for weeks now, just hope it goes down well. Gorrit posted on WordPress.
Had a bath without any Whoopsiedangleplops.
Unfortunately I enjoyed it a little too long and missed me bus from the flats. Huh!
Hey-ho. I had a walk through Woodthorpe Grange Park onto Mansfield Road and over the hill to the bus-stop.
Not many folk on the bus this morning, seemed odd that. Took a photo.
Got into town and wandered down into town and called at the bank to get a £10 bag of 20p pieces for the laundry machines to gobble up later.
Out and to Friar Lane to catch the Y5 bus to Derby. One arrived as I got to the stop – and I was off on me within a minute.
Got a free Metro and read that en route through the villages.
There were more people on the Y5 than
were on the Sherwood bus.
As we went through Draycott a lot of houses and businesses had the flag flying ready for Remembrance day I assume.
That was encouraging given the current mood in the country.
I got a call on me mobile. It was the delivery courier driver for Wilko asking were I was? I told him I waited in yesterday all day for the agreed delivery – he said he called and pressed 76 on the keypad for ages and got no answer. I informed him the number was 72 (But felt a bit nervous in case I had given them the wrong number – oh dear!). He said he would call tomorrow morning once more nd try again. He was not a happy bunny!
I put the phone down and it rang again!
This time it was Steve from Age UK. He told me he’d had the house valued (£20k less than I’d hoped for) he added of course you might get less! I now need to meet with him and a representative from the Nottingham Building Society to sign some papers, pay for a solicitor, agree their £2k and a bit handling charge, and pay for something else I can’t remember what now. That’ll put me balance near bankruptcy I told him. He said they should not charge for all of it now, some will be taken off the top when the house is sold.
I’m getting confused now…
He said he will call to see me Friday afternoon (As usual on his way home and he can’t spare any time or do anything as he doesn’t work again until Monday Tsk!). Along with a building society representative.
I wrote own the timings on the Metro newspaper so I don’t get it wrong when i get back to the flat and record things on me Google calendar.
Got into Derby and I walked to the Derwent riverside, got me camera ready and fed some seeds and earthworms to the pigeons.
The many pigeons!
Then took a photo of the pigeons that had not landed for some nosh as they 
flew around in a gigantic circle above.
No idea why they did.
There sees to be more of them than ever today. How they find enough to eat and avoid the attacks from the seagulls I’ll never understand.
But I can’t help liking them – the 
pigeons not the seagulls.
Had a walk into the Eagle Marketplace. So sad at how many closed down stalls there were. Same in Nottingham and Mansfield as well.
Walked up and visited the hot meat shop to peruse what they had on offer.
It was all crap I’m afraid, the joints were dried out and unattractive to look at. So I didn’t bother getting any like.
I wandered back down through the market and came across a new place selling menswear and hats – I noticed there were no prices on any of them. I was looking a one that I fancied that was similar to the one I got from Primark for £4 last month, but a better colour – a lady approached me to inform me they were reduced to £20 each today… £2o each! – I moved on.
To the bus station and caught a Red Arrow Express bus back to Nottingham – I was getting off the bus 35 minutes later, boy can them buses move!
Dropped off and walked to and through the Slab-square.
As I poddled round it the two rob-dog coffee shops opposite each other on two 
corners, Starbucks and Costa, you know the ones who get away without paying any tax that was on the radio bout it last month.
Despite not being so many folk around, yet they were both well filled with people who can afford £3 for a plastic cup of coffee.
I’m just glad I don’t like coffee.
I walked to L9 bus-stop and met with Norman, a tenant of the flat on the same floor as wot I am. A grand old chap, we had a natter and he told me about his first job as a van-lad in Carrington.
The bus arrived and were lifted back to the Woodthorpe Court.
The driver we assumed was a fan of stock car racing! We were thrown all over as he accelerated, jammed on the anchors with venom and went around the corner and bends with a-gusto!
Still, on the bright side, it stopped me falling asleep!
Got in and paid the porcelain a visit – passing the letters on the floor en-route. Bad news here, ‘Little Inchy’ was bleeding again. Did what I could to stop him, but only managed to slow it down.
Got the letters after cleaning missen up, one from the hospital with me INR level reading. Down to 1.8, not good that. I emailed the surgery to try and book in for a test next Monday, no reply yet.
That reminded me about putting the appointment wot I wrote on the Metro in me calendar – the Metro that I’d left on the bus!
The other letter was from the Nottingham Hospice Charity, about their Lucky Day Weekly Lottery. I’m thinking of doing this £1 lottery instead of the National Lottery now. It only has a top prize of £25,000 every 3 months, £2000 each week. But the cash I spend on it will do more good that on the big lottery methinks?
Did a bit of blogging, checked emails again.
Rang Jane to tell her I had to cancel me meeting with Pete for Thursday and explained why. They were both going out to a nosh so they didn’t have much time to natter.
Got me nosh ready.
Took me medications.
To the loo, and little Inchy bleeding yet again!
I must get to the GP again about this and get an appointment to see the GUM specialist when he’s iin Nottingham again.
Morrisons delivery tomorrow morning, Nottingham City Homes representative coming to talk to me – about what I know not? And hopefully the Wilko order should be coming for a third time…
So another day stuck inside.
Friday the same, got to wait in for the Nottingham Building Society bloke/woman to call see me, and Steve Age UK coming too.
I’ll be in a right pickle if I get the GUM appointment for either of these days… Huh!
Got me head down early and was soon off to the land of nod for a change.
Inchcock Today – Tue 13 Oct 15: Housebound thanks to Wilko – Must remember to thank em!
Tuesday 13th October 2015
Up at 0415 – straight to the porcelain – usual bleeding front the and rear. Cleaned missen up.
Kettle on for a cuppa, took me medications.
Today being the day for me Wilko order to arrive at the flats – and that’s all it is guaranteed to do – as the lady who I spoke with from Wilko said it will be up to the courier driver whether he/she will take the goods upstairs for me or not, as apparently they do no have insurance cover for using the lifts?
I emailed Deana Walker the Obergruppenfurher for the flats with a request that the caretaker might keep an eye out for the delivery and assist me getting me stuff up to the flat in the event that the driver is unwilling to.
Got an interesting Automatic email in return:
It informed me that she is on holiday Monday 7th September returning to work on Monday 14th September?
It is October innit?
Confused now.
Twixt 12 > 1400hrs Asda should be delivering.’
So, as I don’t know the number for the shed so can’t ring them, I rang Deana’s mobile – no answer, no voice-mail. Assuming I rang the right number.
Can’t go out to ask anyone to pass on a message or go to the hut in case the delivery should arrive and they call me on the intercom?
In a building with 200 other residents and so alone at the same time. Hehe!
Ah well, I’ll get some graphics done then, oh, I’ll make another cuppa first.
Frustrating day and I’ve only been up for five hours…
Started doing some graphicalisationing.
Email in from Wilko, telling me that Night freight had despatched four parcels, and will update me further if needed?
Asda delivery arrived. Not much in it today, but got some seasoned fries I’m looking forward to later.
Had a Pot Noodle for nosh, added some Marmite to boost it a bit.
Tried to clean the draining board again, but it’s too scratched and not nice to look at. Tried the expensive Fairy Deep cleaner on it, no good.
No signs of the Wilko delivery yet.
Back to creating me graphics.
Got some done ready to use later when I get me Duncan post done.
Made a cuppa nd took me evening medications.
Getting hungry now, but don’t want to waste me food if I cook me chips and the Wilko delivery arrives. But will it? Getting on now, nearly 1700 hours… will it arrive… ♫ Dang dang dang dang! ♫
Well, gone 1800hrs and no Wilko delivery.
I’ve emailed enquiries at Wilko to inform them. Tsk!
Disappointed to say the least, a wasted day!
Got me chips and pork thingies in’t oven cooking.
Took medications.
This nosh was grand.
Rated it 9.2/10.
Head down and so disappointed with the Wilko Non-delivery
TTFN all.
Inchcock today Mon 12 Oct 15: INR tests, Laundry, sorting… busy again!
Monday 12th October 2015
Up at 0425hrs, WC made a cuppa, took medications – and realised that I’d taken me morning medications last night in error for the night medications – not sure what to do then. So I took just one Warfarin, one Simvastin and one dose of liquid ant-acid dollop.
I can ask the nurse later at me INR Warfarin level blood test if I’ve done right or wrong.
Got the washing ready and went down to the laundry room – but the machines were not working? Gave up and decided to struggle to carry the bag of togs with me to the GP and call at the launderette in Carrington and get it done there. Tsk!
Many WC visits later, I got the laptop on and finished off yesterdays diary putting about 12 photographs on it from yesterdays outing to Papplewick for the 1940’s show.
Little Inchy bleeding badly, haemorrhoids bleeding a bit.
Did some Facebooking.
Got missen washed and ready for me walk to the surgery. Took some nibbles and letters to drop off at the Windwood Community shed, if it’s open.
The plan to call at the shed failed, cause i met some residents at the bus-stop and had a natter with them, then caught the bus into Sherwood, and walked into Carrington.
The traffic was busy for so late in the day.
Plodded on to the surgery and booked myself in with the receptionist.
Did some cross-wording until I was called in by the surgery nurse. Lovely woman, I explained about me missing my dose and getting it wrong in taking my morning instead of night dose. she said always leave it if I miss a dose, in the event of y taking the wrong dose I should inform them. So I informed them. Gave her the nibbles for the staff.
Left and struggled down to the launderette with me bags.
On the way down a lady pavement cyclist was coasting at speed down the incline belting passed me, by the tie I’d put me bags down to get me camera out she was long gone in the distance – but I watched her as she went passed the florists shop grabbing a bunch of flowers out of one of those on display outside the shop and carried on into the distance without a care!
Into the paper shop to get lottery tickets – in a desperate foolish pathetic attempt to become popular, well liked and desired by the opposite sex. Sure as hell the only way that will happen is if I win a dirty-great big multimillion vast fortune? Hehe!
Into the launderette to be greeted by Wilhelmina, gave her some nibbles and got the machine going, then nipped into Lidl. Got two cheese cobs, pork pie and two lemon yoghurt pots.
Back to the launderette and swapped me clothes into the drier and set about me crossword book again.
Said me cheerios to Wilhelmina and struggled with me now three bags to the bus stop.
Dropped off at the City Hospital and into the GUM Clinic – I was out again in five minutes having been informed by the nice Obergruppenfurher on reception that my appointment is for next Monday… I did feel a fool!
Out and onto the bus back to Sherwood, where I met a few of the Woodthorpe Court resident inmates at the bus stop. I loved it when we had a natter and I listened to the banter between them – I thought to myself this is great seeing these old folk full of wit and humour poddling along and so content sounding… then of course I realised – I was one of them! Hehe!
Even the bus driver when she came, was cheerful and gossipy with us all.
For a moment life seemed good.
Got back to the flats and humped the bags up to the flat, while wondering if i’d make it to the porcelain in time… just, I mean just in time I made it. Unfortunately ‘Little Inchy’ was bleeding again – so spent yonks getting him to stop.
Then realised I should have asked at the GUM clinic for some more of the Betamethasone corticosteroid cream! Huh & Tsk!
I moved gingerly into the kitchen: Hello I thought, more meat flies lurking around the window again! Gawd they were fat ones again, when I got some with me paper towels they burst and the blood from them squirted out for feet not inches all over the place! I still reckon that someone in one of the adjacent flats might have snuffed it and no one knows, and the flies are having a feast? There are so many holes in the walls that must surely link with other flats that they are travelling between flats perhaps? I’ve noticed that usually these fat flies appear in the afternoon, there are usually between 4 to 10 of them… at least its a comfort to know that should I flake out 
in the flat, the relatives of all those fat flies I’ve killed an get revenge and suck up me blood… mind you, with all the medications in me blood, mutant flies might develop with bald heads? Hehehe!
This scenario tickled me so much, I made a graphic of it.
Put me washing in the airing cupboard and resorted it.
Then put the food away, kettle on, then back to the porcelain.
Laptop on and did some Facebooking, checked emails.
Utter weariness dawned suddenly and I got me nosh before I nodded off.
Too tired to bother cooking I had this little ad-hock concoction.
Pickled egg, beetroot, cheesy cobs, pork pie, apple, a banana and a tomato that was so bitter i couldn’t eat it, come think of it I reckon I only ate the apple, banana cobs and beetroot.
Didn’t enjoy it at all rated it 3/10, but I was so tired and drained suddenly.
Spent hours drifting off to kip for a few minutes then waking again. It was most disconcerting and annoying, y body demanded sleep and rest, but me mind wasn’t so keen on it?
Tomorrow the Asda and Wilko deliveries are due. But I anticipate problems with the Wilko one as they tell me it will be up to the delivery person if the go up the lifts or not!
Maybe that worry is what is keeping me annoyingly awake?
Humph!
Inchcock Today 11 Oct 15: Papplewick Pumping Station 1940’s Celebration Day
Sunday 11th October 2015
Up at 0345hrs, WC made a cuppa, started laptop.
Feeling so drained this morning.
After spending a good while searching for me wrist-band alarm thingamajig I found it on me wrist. Oh dear!
Posted yesterdays diary to WordPress then went on Facebook for a good while.
Did some graphicasionalisationing for later use.
Got missen washed and ready for me outing and BJ to arrive, all excited like an ankle-snapper! Hehe.
BJ rang, coming in ten minutes.
Went down to meet him and we were off and on the way to the station.
Very very busy this year. Heck of a job parking.
Met with BJ’s mate and locksmith Richard – a character he is, a good chap.
1940’s Cars lorries, ambulances, fire engines etc. galore.
Within five minutes I’d wandered off and lost BJ and Richard.
I must say I liked the correct uniforms many of the displayers were wearing.
The mock battle around the water lake was good as usual, but so any people attending and enjoying themselves meant I could not get near enough to take any photographs of the actual battle.
Tsk!
Many weapons on show and the exhibitors were willing to have a gossip and natter with us.
Wandered around to my hearts content nattering away.
The period music sang by performers to 
background music was really enjoyable and I spent a good while listening them. Mainly because i’d done so much walking and then sat down in a shady nook under some trees to harken to the singing and me knees froze and it was hell of a job to get up afterwards! Hehe!
The folk wearing their period gear 
having picnics was impressive as they listened to the songs of Al Bowlly etc. It cheered me up especially with everyone being sociable too.
The music session ended and as I sat there building up the nerve to test me mettle and moved me knees to get up -A couple walked through the area with a little puppy that I just fell in love with. It took me about 15 attempts to get a decent photo of the little rascal as he hardly ever stopped jumping running and chasing around, but I managed to get one in the end.
It was odd seeing Gestapo officers and 
American soldiers laughing together in uniform!
I’m going to make a photograph album of this visit to Papplewick and put all these and the other ones wot I took as well as and besides on me photo’s in it on me Facebook page.
I took a photo of the mini-railway train 
as it passed across in front of me as I was on me way to the steam-house.
I near the cafe was, but previous visits were enough to warn me of the ‘Cat-wassiness’ of their tea – possibly the worst weak watery tea I’ve ever bought – so no chance of me having a cuppa there! I did have a stand around and 
took some photographs there as well. Two chaps in genuine looking Wehrmacht Uniforms kindly posed for me get their images.
I spotted two Dachshunds with a bloke outside the cafe and wondered if they were a German breed?
I kept looking to see if BJ or Richard 
were around without any luck as I wandered merrily around.
I went to have a look in the pump-house but it was so crammed with visitors I gave up and hobbled back out. No problem though, I can visit the pump-house any time of year.
Eventually I got too weary and returned to the bench in the croft and had a go at me crossword book while I listened to some records of old music being played.
That was when BJ fund me.
He told me he’s lost Richard as well and had just found him, and Richard spotted me and it was time to get going!
We got back to the reception Cottage and I paid me yearly subscription. Took a photo of a beautiful pink Rose on the way out. Rather displeased with it I were, not very sharp at all. Huh!
As BJ drove me home, we were passed by the MG Sports car that Richard had fell in love with.
It was in great condition.
BJ dropped me off at the flats, thanked him and made me way to the porcelain awaiting my attentions…
Me knees were giving me some gip, but I was glad that I had not suffered any dizzy-spells today.
As I put the kettle on the sky view from the kitchen window suddenly became red tinted.
A weariness of great magnitude overcame me.
I decided not to bother making any nosh, just too tired. So I made a pot of the special offer Noodle Pot – had that and some crisps afterwards and started nodding straight away – but for some reason it still took me ages to get off to sleep proper like.
Inchcock Today Sat 10 Oct 15: Duncan’s Visitation today!
Saturday 10th October 2015
Up at 0415hrs, WC. Immediate thoughts of the Wilko Whoopsiedangleplop yesterday permeated the pain from the duodenal ulcer, no doubt kicked-off by the hassle with Wilko?
Then found haemorrhoids and Little Inchy both bleeding – not feeling so bright, then remembered Duncan (Robertson) is visiting me today and cheered up no-end. Looking forward to hearing his tales about seeing his latest ankle-snapper grandchild.
Made a cuppa and took me medications along with a dollop of the ineffective medicine for the ulcer.
Started laptop and finished yesterdays diary then started this one. Coreldraw to create the header, rather pleased with the header for this one.
Came cross this photo from last years Papplewick pumping Station 1940’s Celebration do.
Tomorrow is this years, BJ said he’s take me with him, looking forward to that and hoping the ulcer will not ruin the day-out for me too much.
Did some Facebooking then got missen washed and brushed up a bit.
Duncan arrived met him in the car park. So nice to see him again.
A cuppa and a jolly good chin-wagging later, then he had a go at sorting out the remote-control on the TV for me. He joined a famous group of failed remote-control sorter outerers: BJ, Steve from Age UK, Caretaker Robert and myself being the sole members.
He sent some photographs from his ipad Google thingy and sent them to me email. This one above is of two of his dogs Susie and Spice when they were about
4 months old. Then he shown me some clips of them with Rab, his older terrier, who is just resigning himself to the newcomers in the family.
Rab’s expression says a lot to me: “Flipping ankle-snappers!”
Hehehe!
Susie and Spice are sisters.
Duncan then set about helping me to 
master my new pet ‘Hoover’!
He found out how to increase decrease the power, empty the containers and we tried out the three connectors, flat floor, carpet and pets.
The pets on, though narrow, it amazing at getting the carpet cleaned.
Dunc took some photos of your truly so I could doctor and use them later.
Further gossiping and nattering ensued and he showed me some more photographs it was 
soon time for Dunc to hit the road back to Birmingham.
I really enjoy Dunc’s visitations.
Sorry to see him go, but he had cheered me up no end bless his cotton socks.
Saw him off and thanked him for his visit.
Bit low now he’s gone. Back to the flat WC’d and I got the kettle and laptop on to update this diary.
Earlier Dunc nipped to the porcelain and caught me having a senior-moment when he returned to find I’d nodded off again – Tsk!
He told me I could use this photograph to demonstrate me dynamic personality like!
Caught me good he did!
I think he just might possibly have said that comment a bit tongue-in-cheek like?
Got me nosh started, Rostis, beetroot, baked beans, mushroom-pate, roasted red potato slices some bread thins, tomatoes and Lemon Swiss roll!
Very nice too!
Rated this one 9.4/10.
Gobbled it up and did some Facebooking afterwards.
Called BJ to ask what time he’s be arriving in the morning so as to be down to meet him, no reply.
Put TV on to watch Keeping up appearances, nodded off…
Inchcock Today: Fri 9 Oct 15 – Memory Test Today – Steve coming from Age UK – Wilko Whoopsiedangleplop!
Friday 9th October 2015
Up at 0455hrs. WC’d – Little Inchy bleeding badly, took ages to get it to stop this morning. Bloodied me new pyjama bottoms too – Huh!
Cuppa and took me medications and finished yesterdays diary and started this one off.
Falling off to sleep last night I didn’t post me nosh. So here it is: A salad of such a size I could only eat part of it – definitely a case of me eyes being bigger than me stomach! Hehe!
Red peppers, mushrooms in oil, pork pat’e, pork & pickle pies, pickled egg, mixed leaves, beetroot, bacon…
The large slice of the lemon curd Swiss roll got eaten though. Rated this dollop as 9.2/10.
Checked me emails and replied to em.
Got me Memory test today at noon at the GP surgery.
Steve from Age UK calling later to tell me about how things went with the £850 house clearance man, and the next stage in getting the old house sold. It seems to me I was young and had hair when Steve first told me: “No problem, we’ll soon have this house sold!” Almost 6 months have passed since he uttered those first encouraging words to me… Gobbleblottingcrap!
Still, he’s a nice laid-back bloke. Gave him a tin of Cadburys Celebration chocolates for Christmas yesterday… thought it might encourage him to get a move on…?
I get visions of his chasing after the hearse with me in it on the way to the cremated, shouting out “It’s sold… the house has gone…” Hehe, might as well laugh it’ll probably happen!
One of the new can openers fell to pieces as I was opening a tin of beans to marinate wiv me special seasonings. Gave up.
That’s the forth one since I’ve been here in this flat! No wonder I buy two at a time!
I seem to remember as a kid using one like this one in the photo. And it lasted for donkeys years!
I’m moaning again ain’t I?… Tsk!
Had a bath and shave and set off on me walk to the doctor’s surgery.
At the end of Chestnut walk as I turned right down Winchester Street. I couldn’t help but notice the beauty of the trees changing colour and took a photo of one. Absolutely beautiful!
Towards the bottom of the road was something, looked like paint to me, had decorated it and the vehicles had made the spillage whatever it was into Art-Deco street art!
It doesn’t show up well on the first 
photo I took of it.
At the junction a klaxon-blaring paramedic car went through towards the City Centre and I noticed whatever it was got sprayed by the tyres as the emergency vehicle belted passed.
When the traffic eased when the lights changed I took another photo.
It looked to me like a vehicle turning right had spilt the stuff when it was hit from behind.
I plodded on up the hill to the Sherringham Park practice.
Got in and booked missen in, checked with the receptionist about the time of me INR blood test on Monday are, and when me next monthly prescriptions will be ready.
The nurse called me in for the Memory Test.
She asked me what day it was, what the date was, then told me name address and colour to remember. Asked me to name the months backwards, then asked me what the name address and colour. I got the town wrong.
She left the room and returned, said they were going to send me to see some people for further tests, one at the City Hospital, one at the Queens and i was not to worry about seeing… not sure if she said Psychologist or Psychiatrist now.
she was her usual friendly self and said she was certain that when I got rid of the house worries and it was sold and done with, things would improve for me on their (Or should that be there?) own.
I gave her some nibbles and shot off to get the bus into town, to try to get some coasters that would fit under the chair legs to stop the carpet getting misshapen and torn.
Got in town and boy it was busy!
Went in Wilkinson’s store and asked a member of staff if they sold owt that would protect me carpet from the wooden chair legs.
The young man walked me (I struggled to keep up with me though) to the shelves where they were.
I pondered over them and bought some I thought might do the job. Glides they were called. Also got some Velcro-squares that could be useful, and some stick on little clear hooks to hang me stuff on the wall in the kitchen. Good job Duncan is visiting me tomorrow to help out bless him.
Had a walk around town for a while and the place was even busier than it was when I arrived.
Walked to the bus-stop and waited for the L9 bus to arrive.
There was a carer with a chap in the queue and the poor man was looking a tad threatening as he kept leering at folk who passed and was leaning in their direction. But it was obvious he was in some way handicapped. I said Good morning to him and he tried his best to hold a conversation. I think the carer was surprised when I tried to speak with the chap and I purposely did a lot of smiled in his direction. Poor bloke.
I said Cheerio to the man when they got off the bus, and the smile on his face made me feel so proud. Bet I meet him again… I hope.
Struggled to stay awake on the bus again.
Got back to the flat and put down the times of the appointments on e Google diary while I thought about it.
The gliders were too large for the chair legs and keep coming of each time I move or adjust the chair! Tsk! I tried me bestest.
I ordered some stuff from Wilko on the net, hopefully the last I’ll need. Spent another fortune. I paid for a Premier delivery not knowing what this was. When I got the email confirming the order, but didn’t know still when the order would be delivered as it said: Premier delivery the next working day! Was the next working day a Saturday or Monday? Bad news if it’s a Monday cause I’ve got two medical appointment then. oh dear!
Moments before it all collapsed! Tsk!
Steve from Age UK arrived. He tackled the problem with the delivery an sent then an email.
The told me the house was now all cleared. Told me next week he will talk to the building society about getting the house on the market.
Still going at a snail’s pace to me – but he thought we’d done well getting this far? Nice chap, good bloke Steve really.
He looked at the temporary curtaining I’d put up – and it collapsed! Ah well, it gave him a laugh. Hehe! He then good-naturedly let me take his photo and posed for it like King Neptune!
He also took some photo’s of me that I could doctor and use later on the web bless his cotton socks.
He then had a look at and worked how me Hoover works for me. At last I can use it! Hooray!
After Steve had left – I got an email from Wilko – All it did as confirm they had received it and it would be studied and read with 72 hours! Gordon Bennett I still don’t know when the delivery is coming now! Shit!
He also looked at the TV remote to work out why I kept getting blank screens and the set jumps into different modes – he gave up as well, just like I did.
Got me nosh made for later – and further Whoopsiedangleplops on the Wilko order developed…
A lady rang to tell me they were delivering on Monday – I struggled to get all she as saying at first but I asked her to speak slower and it all then okay. She changed the delivery day to Tuesday between 0800 > 1800hrs. I explained about the need for them to press 72 on the panel in the reception for me to let them in, and using the lift to the 12th floor… where she stopped me to check on the insurance for the deliver couriers and see if they can come up 12 floors? Good this innit? Keep up… Then she returned to tell me it is up to the couriers if he delivers up the lift or not – if I come down to meet him, he can tell me if he’s prepared to go up the lift or not!!!!
So, after doing the order, and 30 minutes on the phone with the nice lady, my effort to spend £100 plus £8 delivery charge with Wilko, it seems I have to wait 4 days to find out if I’m actually going to get the delivery or not… Amazing!
I will not either way be tempted to spend any-more with them I can assure you! That’s if I manage to this time of course!
Pissed off nicely I had me nosh and felt rather down.
Huh & Tsk!
Inchcock Today Thu 8 Oct 15: Cleaning and polishing, Dizzies and drained
Thursday 8th October 2015
Up at 0605hrs, late getting off last night, well, this morning.
WC’d then made a cuppa, laptop on, medications taken – ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding.
Made list of things to try to get help with from Steve from Age UK when he calls.
Emailed appointment to the doctors for next Monday at 1020hrs for me INR Warfarin blood level test.
That reminded me, I must not forget me Memory Test tomorrow at noon… oh dear…
Graphic finished for the TFZ site. hope they like it.
It’s me and Pat Melsted-Chabot wiv some animals in toe. The pussy cat in it was who Pat lost when he disappeared. I thought it a nice tribute to put her in it. As I say, I hope she likes it and is not upset.
Checked emails incoming.
Made another cuppa, WC visit again and a feeling of semi dizziness lingered, no actual bad attacks like yesterday yet, a sense of partial mistiness… Not a good description that, light headedness perhaps?
Laptop off and got the thing ready to clean the bathroom.
Nasty open pipework that flakes and seems to gather dust at the back were a sod to get cleaned. I must, soon as the old place is sold get someone to do something about this. Panelling or summat that is easy to clean and 
remove?
The big job tackled next – the kitchen.
Started with doing the windows. Devils own job as usual trying to get the damned window to turn around so I could clean the outside from inside if yer know worra mean like?
I got it turned eventually.
But that bugger of a switch mechanism on the right twixt the window and the alcove that allows only two inches of space for you to grab twist and hold it out damaged/squashed me thumb again. Tsk!
Used Dettol cleaner and window cleaner afterwards and managed to get it looking a bit better outside, still got the odd streak or two.
Turned it back closed and did the little window at the bottom then the main one and the paintwork.
Then, Arthur Itis started playing me up Huh!
The chips in the glass outside still annoying me though.
Set about doing the floor in the old-fashioned style – on me knees with a bowl of soapy water and rinsing and 
drying it off with kitchen towels in little patches as I moved backwards.
Getting up on me feet again afterwards was a bit of a painful kerfuffle I can tell yer. Huh!
Did the sink/draining board, cabinets, fridge, counters, cooker and paintwork after the floor had dried – not too bad a job compared to last time I did it.
Had a cuppa and took me midday medications then forced missen to get the bag ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.
I rang Steve from Age UK, but no answer.
It was heavy, and I needed to take another bag with me brolly, bird seed, nibbles etc with me.
Set off on a walk through Woodthorpe Park down into Sherwood. On the path down t Mansfield Road I spied two ladies with their dogs having a walk, and boy were those dogs having a ball. It made me wish I could have a dog and especially one like these two, so happy and tail-wagging at turbo speed. Bless em.
Down to the Hospice charity shop and handed them the donations. I bought a book while I was there, another J Clarkson one. Much as he annoys me at time I like his writing, crude, witty and bold. Another £3 spent I need not have… Tsk!
Back up to the Co-op store to spend £10 so I could use me £1.50 off voucher. Got amongst other bits some Cornish Clotted Cream raspberry ripple ice-cream. There seems to be no end to my spending recklessly! Got some salad stuff for nosh tonight.
To the bus-stop cause an L9 bus was due and I had me free pensioners bus-pass with me and was feeling a bit worn now after all that cleaning and walking.
I met the gal tenant from number 82 on the same floor as me at the shelter.
Had a good natter and gave her some nibbles. Caught the bus with her back to the flats.
Invited her in and gave her a tin of chocolates for her finding me hearing-aid and always talking to me when she met me.
Steve Age UK rang, he’s on his way to collect the dosh to pay the house clearers, he’ll be here in half an hour or so.
Laptop on and caught up with this diary.
Got me notes for Steve and the money ready for him.
It started to look a bit dark and rain threatening, and it had definitely had got colder than it was earlier.
Took a photo from the kitchen window of the threatening sky. The clean kitchen window I might add! Haha!
Fatigued now.
I sat and the last bits of any energy drained away.
Hey-ho…