Inchcock Today – Sat 30 Mar 2019: Repeated Porcelain Throne visits – all day long. Tsk!

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2019 Mar 30

Saturday 30th March 2019

שבת 30 מערץ 2019Yiddish

01:15hrs. I woke with the occasion implosion – followed an explosion, from within the catacombs of my innards. “Ah, I thought, at last, a possible successful evacuation is building up. I felt quite smug at my ploy of having the chilli meal last night, in support of the many failed Senna tablets! I slowly began to move the joints and limbs of my overly-stomach-burdened body. Anny Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Kidneys Kevin and so on; all seemed in a good mood with me!

A cracking rumble from the innards, encourage me to evacuate the rickety, now working again £300, ci 1968 second-hand recliner with all the haste I could muster! Off to the wet room, and onto the Porcelain Throne.

2016-06-14 11.28.23WD 0.100.255 Porcelain Throne Acitivites: *(Things are told on the following sections, just how they were. If you are disinclined to read of such activities, please move down to the photo of the sphygmomanometer, thank you).

Things began to move, as soon as I sat down. But, so slowly and painfully. I’ve often referred to such evacuation contents as torpedo-like in the past. This morning’s agony-ridden description would be Submarine-like! How my five-foot long canal from the end of the small intestines to my rear-end evacuation point the last part of the digestive system stayed undamaged amazed me. How it was not torn-open, and how such a mass of that size got through my tubes, I just don’t know!

After I had recovered from the shock and suffering, another thing puzzled me; How the heck did the plumbing manage to get all that down to the sewers?  The best part of the whole episode was that I did not see a single speck of blood anywhere during or after the procedure. I was a bit nervous after cleaning up and going to make a mug of tea, as I found that wind was escaping of its own accord, for several minutes. I assumed this was my innards, either celebrating getting rid of or preparing for the next dollop brewing up. Hehehe! 

6Sat02* Got the Health Checks done.

Sys 138, Dia 68, Pulse 86 and Temperature 34.5°, all looking good methinks.

I got the computer on and started on this blog creation. Made up the days Thought Graphic, and had a DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) wee-wee. With sharp involuntary bursts of what sounded like a two-stroke engine from the rear-end, bursting forth, and painful they all were too!

I got far as here on this page and realised I had not updated yesterday’s blog yet, let alone sent it off. So, I got in with doing that. Klutz!

WD 0.100.255 *(Things are told in the following paragraph, just how they were. If you are hesitant to read of such activities, please move down to the next section, thank you). This did not last long, for another Porcelain Throne visit was demanded! This evacuation was nowhere near as painful as the first one, thank heavens. But it did start Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding and stinging badly. The volume was much less but messier.  It took an inordinately long time to clean up afterwards.

04:15hrs, I finally got the Friday blog finished and sent off to WordPress. Phew! 

WD 0.100.255 Things were beginning to get active still. The unstoppable aromaless ‘phut-phut-eeck’ winds were escaping with worrying regularity. The innards are now contumacious and bubbling. They are really going to work on giving me some discomfort! I don’t want to sound like an alter-cocker, but several areas of my insides, seem to become more active and harmful, at the same time? And the wee-wees are starting again, albeit they are of the DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) style wee-wee.

2016-06-14 11.28.23I suppose I should have expected some discomfort, pains, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops like this to arrive this morning. After over 44hrs without a Porcelain Visit. The fun and pleasure of Sister Jane and Pete visiting me yesterday, and the good night’s sleep. With my luck and record, it is no surprise to me that with my terrible ill-fated fortuity, there is always the expectancy of a cataclysm, calamity, affliction, catastrophe and or disaster around the corner to suffer. No doubt, they were divined and retributed for me by the Greek Goddess of lousy luck, Tyche, bless her. In repayment of my recent bit of good luck, (For one-and-a-half hours yesterday; Jane & Pete’s visit) and as a lesson for me not to get expectant or hopeful of anything nice, prosperousness or pleasant happening to me, really. ‘Self-Pity and Sorry-for-Myself mode engaged. Hehehe!

6Sat03I went to make a brew of tea, and to take the belated medications that I forgot to eat earlier. (Twit!) I had an extra Omeprazole and Ramipril, to try and calm down the innards and Duodenal Donald who’d started to kick-off as well! Fed-Up Mode increased to Defcon 3, Haha!

I took a photograph from the unwanted, impossible to access to clean, hard to open and close, light & view-blocking new windows. I took this in response to my hearing that whining noise again. I thought I might see something outside that might have been the source of the humming sound. But no.

I got back doing this post. The winds still involuntarily coming from the rear, got more frequent, until minutes after I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time!

WD 0.100.255 I far easier passage this time, although it left me feeling more sorer in the rear quarters. And, Harolds Haemorrhoids did not bleed. So that was good.

I went on the WordPress reader page. Then onto Facebook.

6Sat01 I stopped and bravely, I thought, had a bash at trying to cut the worst of my toenails.

No wonder I thought I was having difficulties in keeping my balance. I discovered that the left leg was more fluid-filled and puffy than the right one! Hehehe!

WD 0.100.255 I only managed to cut the two big nails. It was physically impossible for me to do any more, because of the pain. Hey-ho!

I decided it was time for some breakfast. Cornflakes. Had another DTAAD wee-wee.

WD 0.100.255 Utter fatigue came over me, I tried to sort some cupboards out in the kitchen to try and pull myself out of the sudden mental and physical collapse. I did well for half-an-hour, or so, then Anne Gyna kicked off, and I stopped. Sat down and put on a Dr Who DVD, nodded off for a few minutes, and woke up in need of yet another Porcelain Throne visit! These trips are leaving me very sore in certain areas now! Humph! Where it was all coming from, remains a mystery, but it had changed to the messy variety now, and cleaning up afterwards at least helped concentrate the vagueness and disinterest of the mind.

6Sat26aWhile I was up, I got the dinner sorted out. I deliberately made a small portioned one. Sicilian tomatoes, Melton pork pie and a handful of chips, a few slices of the Milk Roll loaf, and a small pot of lemon yoghourt.

I ate it all, but it took a while, as for some reason I was finding it hard to swallow. So I made sure I masticated the food as well as I could with my shortage of teeth. Hehe! I still enjoyed it, though, a flavour rating of 8.2/10 was granted.

A check on the state of the pins (legs), revealed knobbly shins and some new speckly-spots and blood papsules on the anaemic looking limbs. Hey-ho!

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WD 0.100.255 Fell asleep for a while, and was woken with Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna both going at it, creating discomfort for me. I took a few good swigs of the inefficient, ineffective, inefficacious, inadequate, feeble prescription medicine, to try and calm thing down inside, along with the usual medications.

As I was settling back down in the £300, second-hand ci1968 recliner, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Cleaned up afterwards again, and returned to the recliner with a stingy, sore tender rear-end! I put some Germolene on specific areas.

I got things in as comfortable a position as was possible, to alleviate the haemorrhoid pains, and had to get up again for another DTAAD wee-wee!

I think I watched some more of the DVD in between many dropping-off to sleep periods, varying from a minute to ten or so.

A very concerned and truly wee’d off Nottingham pensioner finally drifted into a demented dream-filled kip! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sun 24 Mar 2019: Fears, panic-attacks, Dizzy Dennis and computer problems. Followed by the realisation that I am completely Farmisht!

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2019 Mar 24

Sunday 24th March 2019

Esperanto: Dimanĉon 24 Marton 2019

00:00hrs. I woke spot on midnight. No time for the usual morning mind medley, melee and maze today; I was out of the second-hand ci1968 recliner like a seventy-six-year-old and limping to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) in minutes! This expulsion was of the LSPWW (Long sharp Painful Wee-wee) mode. Then, I had a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrive. To which I responded with promptness. Just as well I did because it was a close call, but I made it just in time. The mind meandered off a little as I was typing this: ♫Just in time, I found you just in time, Before you came, my time was running low, I was lost, the losing dice were tossed, My bridges all were crossed, nowhere to go, etc.♫

WD 200.0.0 The long evacuation went well; I read some of the Victoria Wood biography. But I clouted my head on the corner of the cabinet as I bent down to retrieve the book I’d dropped! Huh!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, then made a brew. Off on another Porcelain Throne visit. All okay!

WD 200.0.0 And started to update the Saturday blog…

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This was just the start of my computer-internet problems! A Firefox update came in, so I downloaded it. Finished the blog and went to email the link to it.

WD 200.0.0 I could not access my email account, getting this message.

7Sun02.jpgShit! I panicked a bit, no, a lot. After turning off and on a few times, it was apparent that it was not due to the Virgin going slow? Cannot be repaired! I tried on Google, but the link on there had lost all the contacts, and it was for my other old email account anyway, still no access to the current Email!

I tried WordPress on Google, that was also an old one out of date that had not been updated. The panic grew, now joined by anger and frustration!

After much angst and effort, I found I could open the Google Email, and change log-in and get to my Emails, but I had to use Chrome. Hurrah, I thought!

7Sun03WD 200.0.0 Then I went to send the link and some photographs to the Pinterest site. Oh, no! I got this screen up, no access to this either on Firefox! Sodding updates!

I tried on Google, I just got a blank screen on there!

Is this problem through Virgin or the Firefox update? Really pissed-off now!

WD 200.0.0 And the Grammarly is not working well at all. Grr!

Might it be a combination of the update and internet, the lights on the Virgin box are still doing a fair bit of flashing on and off?

WD 200.0.0 In a foul mood as well, I started to create this post. I’d not got far when I thought I’d turn everything off and start over again. Naturally having not the foggiest idea if it would work or not, and aware that I just might lose everything… I tried it!

7Sun07Oh, dearie me, I do feel a clot!

I found out that I had downloaded two of the new copies of Firefox! A new one and the old one that has been updated, I think? Phew!

The relief! I soon myself quietly belting out Dean’s ♫  That’s Amore! ♫, as the Email and Pinterest were all working again!

The wee-weeing continue, each one of the LSPWW style. But, having just sorted out the computer, at last, I was in a good mood, and they did not bother me in the slightest!

7Sun10After another Porcelain Throne visitation.

I put this third visit down to the chilli and black beans last night, but they tasted so good, and with me still on a high from getting the computer problems sorted all on my own (Smug Mode Adopted!), I was unconcerned about how and where all the evacuation material was coming from. Haha!

7Sun07aWith all the hassle and palaver with things this morning, I hadn’t really noticed, or maybe they had just started, but the legs were extremely itchy around the Arthur Itis kees and shins. They felt like something was crawling under the skin?

And, they looked just the opposite of how they did yesterday. Nothing new with this I understand that, but the change in appearance was rather acute. The mangleisation and warpedness had returned to the patellas again? In a way, I was pleased to see they had a bit more colour, but not so keen on it being yellow!

TabsieXThe landline light flashed. It was Sister Jane a calling. She’s doing her best to catch me up on medical appointments I think. At last, she is close to seeing someone about her mangled foot and big toe! Poor gal sounds a bit wary of not having an anaesthetic for the job, she is worried methinks. I hope all goes well for her, and she can get rid of her warpedness. Hehehe! I hope this photo of long lost and much missed Tabsie can cheer her up.

7Sun11I got a very early nosh sorted out.

Polish Sil sausages, buttered baguettes with sliced tomatoes, a few chips, and an old fashioned pot of custard & jelly. And the medications.

No sooner eaten, and I was off for yet another wee-wee and Porcelain Throne (I’ve lost count of them now) session. If this keeps up, surely I’ll have nothing left to come out? Hehehe! I washed and thought about getting a shave, but decided I was now too tired to bother. I’ll have to get it done in the morning.

7Sun11aInto the kitchen, and almost cried when I saw how damaged and sad the poor tree copse looked. The wind damage had felled some trees, and many branches were hanging off of the trunks.

I got settled down onto the £300 second-hand, old ci1968 rickety recliner, but the mind was not settled. The past, the future, such as it looks, ailments, wee-wees, Throne demands, the axonotmesis, the ever-changing pins (legs), Sister Jane’s foot and toe, Brexit and hpw much longer will earth last before we destroy it, all passed through the brain box.

Then Dizzy Dennis paid me an unexpected visit, only a short few second-attack. Succeeded by another wee-wee demand.

Been an odd sort of day!

TTFNski each.

 

 

Inchcock Today – Wed 6 Mar 2019: Guilt, failures, let-downs and Accifauxpa.

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2019 Mar 06

Wednesday 6th March 2019

Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 6. mars 2019

WD153.51.0 22:10hrs. I woke, and as soon as I moved, just about everything on my abdominously overweight body seemed to either hurt or ache! The back, stomach, arms, legs, feet; especially the left sole, and neck. Not to mention Haemorrhoid Harold, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain Brenda, and Kidney-Ache Kevin all kicking off when I tried to get up!

I limped to the wet room for a wee-wee. As I hobbled along, I could feel that dreaded wet/warm sensation from Little Inchies department. The wee-wee was again of the LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) type. I did the necessary cleansing, and medicationalisationing needed, releasing the odd Ooh and flinching. Hehehe! Don’t know I laughed there!

2Tue06WD153.51.0 The legs had begun to swell and fill up with fluid. Some new odd spots and blotches had appeared. A few spider-veins seem to have disappeared, and overall, the legs felt far more cumbersome and heavy than of late. Still, it keeps me interested.

I washed-up and as I was going out through the door, I had to backtrack to use the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was more natural and less messy this time. I washed the hands again, and off to the kitchen.

2Tue04WD153.51.0 The site that greeted me depressed me. All that time doing the cupboards (Well, one of the nine that need doing, not to mention the 16 drawers to do yet), got to me for a moment when I realised how much still needed doing

Depression dawned! All that effort and pain I went through yesterday, and it still looks worse than when I started the job! Grumph!

Part of my trouble is that I cannot keep going like I used to, and before long after starting, there is always one or more of the ailments to give me grief.

Today, when I get around to doing the first of the bottom floor level cupboards, this will be the greatest challenge for me. Getting short of breath with the bending down and getting up, that damned nasty step-ladder… Oh, stop moaning Inchcock, just gerron wiv it!

Not yet though, it’s far to early to make any noise and disturb my neighbours. Yesterday’s new found spirit and determination to get the Spring Cleaning done, was not as strong today. Humph! 

I got the sphygmomanometer out and got the Health Checks done.

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2Tue07Ah, these first readings are looking better than the previous two days. The temperature is tumbling down nicely.

I took the medications with some spring water, then made a brew, and off to the computer.

As I sat myself down in the swivel chair, the need for yet another Porcelain Throne session became obvious and urgently so.

Off to the wet room with alacrity. An excellent session, during which I got a chapter of the Victoria Wood biography read. Washed the dandies yet again, and to the kitchen to make another brew.

I set about and stuck with updating the Tuesday blog with diligence. Got it finished and posted off to WordPress.

I thought I heard a chugging noise, assuming it was coming from outside, I opened the unwanted new light and view-blocking window, positioned and climbed the step-ladder, 2Tue05to look down over the ledge to investigate.

I took this snap downwards. It revealed nothing untoward that might have been making the chugging noise. Only that it had been raining outside.

This made me realise that I had not had a vicambulate out for a while. I blame my heroic, brave but unquestionably imbecilic determination to use my preciously limited time left to me, to get the Spring Cleaning done, for this situation!

WD153.51.02Tue03 On returning to the computer, I spotted the missing second-hand £2 wristwatch underneath the sideboard on which the Bang Olufsen stands!

Amazing! This is the second place I had looked for the timepiece when I first misplaced it. I am sure it was not there then! I recall getting down on my weak knees to search, and struggling to get back up?

As Tim Price from New Mexico said: “I believe the various goings on in your flat leave little doubt about whether or not aliens, ghosts, goblins, pixies, fairies, spirits, angels, demons and other paranormal phenomena that traipse along through multiple dimensions, and fall into your flat through the tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum, and continually torment you until they can find their way out, exist!” I reckon he was spot on with that comment! Hehehe!

I  worked on CorelDraw to do a couple of Thoughts graphics in advance. I got carried away and spent far too long at this. Partly due to the fact that I was enjoying doing it… but I suspect that my reluctance to get stuck into the task of sorting out the kitchen again, just might have played a part. Ahem! My EQ tells me I am in for Accifauxpa – but foolishly I ignored the warning, and paid for it later.

Went for a wee-wee, and it was a rather nasty LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) one! If they are to start this mode again, and me not taking any Furesomide, and with the legs swelling still up this morning, I’m nervous about starting on the tablets again. But, common sense tells me I ought to (See how commonsensical I can occasionally be, Haha!)

So, I made a brew, got the brekkers porridge and took a Furesomide. Fingers crossed!

The internet stuttered and started and was very slow when it did work. It didn’t last too long, but it is still annoying.

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I made up some more Thoughts graphics and odes and got carried away again.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

The guilt of the kitchen-mess, (And fear of Sister Jane’s telling me off for not cleaning-up) forced me to rise and tackle it once again.

WD153.51.0 I managed to muster up the will-power and got into the kitchen. The task for today to sort out under the sink and the cupboard next to it with all the cleaning stuff in it.

I got down on my knees and began to remove the multitude of fresh air-sprays, fly-killer, washing-up liquids, disinfectants, polishes etc. out onto the floor to allow me to clean the inside shelves and so on.

Then I clouted my head on the edge of the framework as I dipped in once more to grab the stuff. I went down on my bum and hit the elbow against the floor as I landed. I lay there a few minutes, wondering if I should press the Alert Alarm Wristlet button.

This was not good! Tsk! I’m glad I didn’t push the alarm now, cause I was alright, apart from a cracking headache and temporary smidge of dizziness. It was only a scratch on the bonce.

2018-8-01cTo the wet room and put a bit of Germolene cream on the head. Took the photo on the left, which also shows how pale I went at the time. Talk about ghostly! Hehehe!

I then did the evening Health Checks very early, in case I forgot later. Taking an extra Codeine phosphate to counter the headache that was getting stronger, now.

2Tue24Got the nosh sorted. Lamb hotpot with a little extra minced lamb and gravy, a sourdough baguette to soak up the juices.

I didn’t really enjoy the food, but still ate it all up.

 I took the pots to the kitchen and put them in the sink to soak, along with the oven dish, saucepan and things from the cooking stage. One look the damned mess in the kitchen, which soured my enthusiasm and Guilt-Mode was adopted.

A wash and into the £300 second-hand ci 1968 rickety recliner I went. Put on the TV. Watched a complete film all the way through with only one five-minute nodding-off in the middle. The next two hours were shared with a wee-wee, TV, nodding-odd, a wee-wee, TV, nodding-off…

At the last waking up, I had the horrible idea that I had left the tap running in the sink! I just had to dismount the recliner, regain my balance and go to check things were okay in the bomb-site of a kitchen. They were. No taps left on, the oven was turned off, windows shut… but I still had this aggravating nagging doubt that something was not right. So, I nipped into the wet room. All okay in there too, no heater on, no faucets left on, the shower turned off. I returned to the recliner, no sooner had I sat down, I was up again, checking if I had left the door unlocked. I hadn’t.

Back into the recliner, had a drink of spring water and was off, at last, to sleep in minutes! Zzz!

Inchcock – Tue 5 Mar 2019: Made a start at Spring cleaning… should have it done in a few years… Haha!

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2019 Mar 05

Tuesday 5th March 2019

Africaans: Dinsdag 5 Maart 2019

00:00hrs: I grudgingly woke up. No mind-storms of fears, worries, nervousness or even illogicality this morning. Just a vague, tired sort of blankness and an acceptance of my acquiescence to life’s knock-backs, calamities, and double-whammies. Robotically I marshalled my dangerously overlarge-bellied body from the £300 second-hand ci. 1968 recliner. Gained my balance, and off for a wee-wee.

WD 0.30.0 And what a wee-wee it was! A new classification for this one. LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) A marathon session, during which I actually picked up the Victoria Wood book for a read while I waited (patiently, mind) for the evacuation to stop! Haha!

To the kitchen, took the medications and got the kettle on for a brew.

2Tue03The view of the distance, from the unwanted light & view blocking windows, that I cannot reach out of to take a photo of below, due to the ridiculously sticking-out a long way window ledge, and glass that cannot be reached to clean, was terrific.

I took this picture straight ahead. I think I’ll use it as a backdrop for an Inchcock’s Thoughts graphic later.

Got the Health Checks sorted out. The sphygmomanometer worked on the third attempt.

2Tue04

Whoops, the Sys is creeping back up a smidge.

I made a start on the updating of yesterdays post. I got sidetracked as I had to visit the Porcelain Throne. I cleaned-up and medicated a certain delicate area that had been bleeding, washed and returned to the updating. Eventually getting it sent off to WordPress.

The brain began to shower me with my worries, diffidence, and timidity. With nothing to fret about or over, my mind seems to feel the need to find something! LAck of success and ability has caused my sarcinarious, I’m sure.

I made a start on the photo manipulating, then writing this blog.

Around 0430hrs, I decided on a prandicle for breakfast. I had a mug of tea and some Marmite rice-cakes.

2Tue05Off for another Porcelain Throne visitation. Long and messy this time.

Checked the pins (legs). New blotches were here and there. But the best bit was the face I can see in the knee again, right patella as you look at the photograph. Eyes just above the joint. Can you make it out? Hehehe!

Then I made a start on sorting things I can get rid of into black bags, ready to take them to the waste chute at 08:00hrs.

Started to sort out some of the kitchen drawers and cabinets. Gathered much duplicated long life food, and filled a carrier bag with them, to take down to the lobby so others can help themselves. (A couple I think that the Sturmscharführeress Guards and Wardens Deana and Julie might fancy) so I’ll nip and ask them first when I go out.

Got the ablutions done. Took the bags to the waste chute.

Then I gathered the goodies bag and a mammoth-sized white bag of recyclables and took them down. Leaving the part-sorted stuff in mid-stream, all over the kitchen. It looked far worse than when I first started the job! Hehe! But, Percy Veerance, I’ll get more done when I get back.

Dropped off the white bag and poddled along Chestnut Way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, shed.

WD 0.30.0 As I walked along the road, many things took place that offered photographicalisational opportunities. But I’d forgotten to take the camera with me! Schlemiel!

Inside the rooms, I offered a choice of anything they fancied from the surplus bag, and thankfully they found a few that took their fancy. They help me, so I thought it only fair for them to have first options. A lady on the Tenants Association asked if I was going to the meeting later. I explained about my being up since midnight and having done some work sorting the kitchen out, and said I’d pop back with some nibbles for the tenants. Met the caretaker in the lobby going in and greeted him.

Walked back to the flat and placed all the stuff on the coffee table. Shot up to the flat and has a wee-wee, another LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee).

Picked up the nibbles and camera and returned down to the lobby. Someone had taken 15 of 18 pieces of long-life fodder I’d left. I was tickled-pink that were used up.

Hobbled along to the shed, and handed the lady the nibbles. Got thanked, and out back up the road. Where I stopped and took these three shots from the same place.

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Left to right: Woodthorpe Court at the far end with part of the new Winwood Court that is being built. Centre: Winwood Court. Right Part of Winwood, and Winchester Court.

The sun was out, but it was not a warm one.

Back in the flat, I continued with the sorting in the kitchen. This will take a long time and many days to sort out!

WD 0.30.0 Climbing the step ladder, and Dizzy Dennis gave me a visit, no problem with falling, I kept my balance amazingly. But coming back down, I cracked my bad knee on the heater.

That was the end of today’s sorting out. I’ll try to do a bit each day when I have no medical appointments. Give it a go tomorrow morning again. The knee, is now going a bit red?

I got the oven heating up and made a start updating this blog. Stopped to get the battered chicken and frits in the tray. Did the Health Checks.

WD 0.30.0 I was doing so well. Then, when the oven was hot enough, as I stood up to put the meal in the oven, that nuisance Kidney-Ache Kevin, kicked-off at me!

Another LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee). On the bright side, the yare a lot less frequent now. Then continued with my new found determination and pressed on with this post.

1Mon33Served up the fodder.

Battered chicken, fries, and mini-tomatoes. Mandarins in jelly and lemon mousse to follow. Best taste-rating for this one, only 6/10.

I felt so tired-out now, I knew that trying to watching any TV would be its frequent failure. But with the body aching all over from the cleaning up preventing me from getting comfortable, this proved to be wrong.

Did the Health Checks and settled. I watched an entire hour of The A-Team, before nodding off! Then the aches woke me, and I viewed ten-minutes if that, of Boon and off again. Woke and watched a couple of minutes of Pie in the Sky… Zzz!

Inchcock Today – Mon 4 March 19:

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2019 Mar 03

Monday 24th March 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 24 Mawrth 2019

23:30hrs. Most of the night I was awake and listening to the howling winds. They were getting worse, and for some reason, it felt like the wind was belting through the flat. I gave up on getting to sleep and decided I’d get up and make a mug of tea.

1Mon01aI defenestrated my disproportionately large-girthed body from the £300 second-hand, ci.1986 recliner, almost with ease.

WD 0.0.255c Off to the kitchen, where I was met with the kitchen towel roll blowing in the wind and had unrolled itself!

Being the keen, alert-minded, Sherlock Holmes sort of old chap that I am, I soon discovered the reason for this, as the wind hit me in the face, coming in through the window I had left partly open last night!

I closed the window shut, (It was not easy with the wind coming in so strongly, wind in the wrong direction for me, Haha!) rerolled the kitchen towel and took a photo of it still blowing about in the breeze? The wind noise had greatly-reduced now. Tsk! Well, it would be, wouldn’t it? I’m quick yer know. Haha!

1Mon07WD 0.0.255c I had to nip to the wet room for an SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee). I checked out the pins (legs). They had gone back to looking pale and ashen. I think a couple more blood papsules had come up, and one had disappeared. The wobbly-knee was looking less inflamed, though. The imbalance in fluid retention between the two pins remained obvious.

I went back to the kitchen. Gawd blimey, it felt even colder in there now!

I made a brew of tea and got the Health Check gear out. Everything, the thermometer, sphygmomanometer, drawer handles, the whole enchilada I came into contact with felt awfully cold!  Including me, so I put on the dressing gown. 1Mon01

Then I noticed how the lights outside seemed to be twinkling so much.

I soon discerned that this was due to the high winds blowing the trees and bushes around so much. I said I quick. Hehehe!

I took this picture through the window. Not that the twinkling shows, of course. There was no way I intended to open them again!

I got the Health Checks sorted out.

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1Mon06Apart from a high temperature (Than usual, for me anyway), everything else looked fine.

I went on the computer and updated the HC record on Excel for last week and this morning.

WD 0.0.255c The tea had gone cold, so I made myself another potation.

I made a start on this blog to here, then updated yesterday’s post and sent it off to WordPress.

WD 0.0.255c Had to divert to the Porcelain Throne in something of a rush… Not such a messy evacuation today, and I had time to read a bit of the Victoria Wood biography. Cleaned the porcelain, washed the dandies and went to make yet another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold again.

WD 0.0.255c Then I went on the BBC website to check the weather and football scores. I discovered I am not as quick as I earlier claimed. The winds were from Storm Freya. So, I should have had the nous to think about closing the windows last night. What a Schlemiel I am!

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Well, that’s me staying indoors today, I reckon!

I got on with writing this blog.

Visited the TFZer Facebook page.

Then started on Coreldraw making some more draught headers.

Phew! That soon me until 05:50hrs to get done. Ready for some brekkers now. Cornflakes for me, I think.

1Mon07cOcado order arrived. Put things away. I got the Flowers to try and cheer-up very-poorly Jenny. I do pray she will be alright.

I noticed that the clouds, although looking so beautiful, were travelling across the scenic view from the unwanted new kitchen windows at a lickety-split pace. This informed me that the winds had not calmed down as much as I’d thought they had. This reaffirmed my decision not to go out today. Well, I’m calling at Jenny & Franks and going to the hut Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, to see Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Julie. Then I’ll get back inside the apartment.

I tended to the ablutions. Getting the hang of the new showerhead now. Got dressed, t’was a struggle, but I got the socks on. Hehe! Then took the black bags (5 of them) and got them to the waste chute and deposited them.

WD 0.0.255c I departed, along with the white bag of recycling waste, and called at Jenny’s flat. No answer to the bell, so I went to the lift lobby; and Frank came out. I apologised for bothering him, and ask how Jenny was. Not very good, I’m afraid! I handed Frank the flowers for Jenny, and the pint of milk in case it might save them going out for any later.

1Mon07dOut I went and dropped off the white bag, and notice that the howling winds had blown against a sign on the metal fencing and bent it right away out from the frame!

It made walking up the road a bit of a risky business. I met Deana going the other way and asked if Julie was in the hut. ‘If I hurry she might be!’ But she had gone out on her rounds, like Deana had, by the time I arrived. So I slipped some nibbles in the fridge for them. I hope they don’t get knicked.

Only seven residents or so in there this morning. I think the wind might have put others, like me, off from going out. Hehe! A few bits of persiflage were shared with Penny, Angela, and others.

WD 0.0.255c Then I felt the warm-wet sensation and knew that Little Inchies lesion was bleeding. So, embarrassed, I made a hasty withdrawal back to Woodthorpe Court.

1Mon08I had to use another dodgy pedestrian route. The winds had moved the concrete based fencing, leaving even less room the manoeuvre.

WD 0.0.255c Would you like to guess who banged his head against the tall bent leaning fence on the left in this photographicalisation? Klutz! Luckily, I had my flat cloth cap on. Haha!

I observed that the washers were both free as I entered the foyer entrance. I got up to the flat, in and to the wet room. Set about cleaning and medicating the fungal lesion. Not a nice nor pain-free undertaking, but it has to be done. Let me think, that Little Inchy, Kidney Pains Kevin, The Leg Wound and Wobble Knee Neil, all awaiting appointments to be checked out, now! No wonder I sometimes get frustrated!

Then I got the laundry things and togs and down to the laundry room.

1Mon09Back up to the apartment. I pondered on what to have for nosh today. Being as I really want to try out the Sicilian Green tomatoes I had delivered from Ocado, I decided to have the ready-prepared meal that I got as well.

I’ll have the Lamb Moussaka, put plenty of extra cheese on it, with sliced green tomato, and a small baguette with it.

These tomatoes are called Marinda Natoora variety. The label says; Green-capped skins, umami flavour. So I looked up ‘umami’ on the web. Wikipedia said: “Umami or savoury taste, is one of the five basic tastes. It has been described as savoury and is characteristic of broths and cooked meats?

Ah-well, I’ll try them later.

WD 0.0.255c I got carried away updating this blog, and was an hour late in going down to move the clothes from washer to dryer! Schlemiel!

Luckily no one had needed the washer and took the things out, they were still in the drum. I moved them to the dryer, set it going, made a note of the time and back up and set the timer, near the computer so as not to ‘blob-it’ again with the drying time.

WD 0.0.255c This made me think of the missing second-hand £2 watch. I had a ferret around searching anywhere I thought I may not have looked. Of course, it was an utterly unsuccessful effort! Grumph!

I updated this blog until the alarm reminded me to go down to collect the laundry.

The workmen who were fitting the new Fire Sprinkler system were using the lifts, and it took me ages to get down to the ground floor.

As I got out of the lift, the queue of folks to get in was rather large. Nora and Penny amongst them, who I greeted with a cheery “Ah, you’re back, well done!” But not having the hearing aids in, I don’t know if I got any reply, but I did a couple of smiles. Hehehe!

1Mon10I got in the laundry room, emptied the dryer and folded the togs. Wiped the drum and cleaned the filter.

Then Penny arrived, down to do some washing. We had a natter as I put the things in the bag. She had to shoot off, cause she’d got something cooking. But you never know, but I know, that also, I had no B.O. Hohoho! Is there no end to my poetic-wit!

When I got up to the twelfth floor, I photographicalised the prep work done up to now on the Fire Sprinkler system.

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1Mon11Health Checks carried out.

Nosh prep work. Got the Moussaka in the oven, with plenty of extra grated mature cheddar cheese added. Sliced the Marinda Natoora tomato ready to put on top of the meal later. Set the timer to remind me to add the toms to the meal. I nibbled a slice, and could not decide if I liked the taste or not. They did not have a tomato flavour as any other would have, and it is hard to choose the right words, but I’ll try. ‘Nutty’ ‘Not strong, more a delicate but positive tang’.

1Mon12I noticed that a jet trail in the sky was breaking up so quickly after it had been made. The high winds, the cause perhaps. So I took this snap of it.

I put on the TV, with the timer at my side and made sure I did not fall asleep. The timer burst into life and off to the kitchen I went.

I added the tomatoes o1Mon13n top of the meal, and a small baguette as well.

When it all looked good, I served it up, and a right-treat it was, too.

The heated fancy tomatoes tasted almost meaty, very tasty and without using any salt on them as well. Excellent to use in cooking I think.

Despite tiredness dawning so suddenly, I did enjoy this gastronomic delight. A taste rating of 9.2/10 for this.

Washed the pots, during which I stopped to take these photographs of the turbulent, but beautiful-looking early evening sky.

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Then, of course, I found it harder than ever to nod-off. Eventually, I did and was so thankful.

WD 0.0.255c Both door alarms chimed out! With much strength of willpower,  and not being mentally with-it, I hauled my part-rested body, with its so irritated and pissed-off mind at being woken up from my slumber to the door. Dizzy Dennis’s previous attack was still affecting me, so I used the walking stick. It was a technician, who informed me that the fire-alarm was down and he thought the problem might be in my flat, and can he come it to check things? I was not very responsive, but I realised it was not his fault, let him in, and he did some checks. He departed saying something as he left, his body language told me all was okay now, but I did not catch any of his words.

Locked the door and back into the recliner. Of course, now I found it harder than ever to get back to sleep! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sun 3 Mar 19. Started so-well too! Ended up with defeatism, self-doubt, timidity and uncertainty. No change here then!

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2019 Mar 04

Sunday 3rd March 2019

Samoan: Aso Sa 3 Mati 2019

Alk1101:00hrs. I reluctantly woke. Finding no signs of nocturnal nibbling,  Knobbly-Knee Neil still in position, and the Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket was unused, I cheered up instantly and exponentially! A great start to the morning, I thought! 

I removed my cumbersome, almost obrumpent, stomach-ladened frail body out of the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 rickety, rusty recliner. With foolish thoughts of the whereabouts of my missing pre-owned £2 wristwatch that I’d misplaced.

WD 128.0.128 I had a wee-wee, and commenced yet another ferreting and rummaging around searching-session for the much-missed, bargain watch. I already must have looked in most places, yet tried many of them again, but without any success! Finally. I gave up looking, so annoyed with myself for losing it! Shlump!

The ailments seemed in a good mood for me. I got the Health Checks done.

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The Sys had shot up again.

6Sat29I opened the unwanted new window to take this photo of the morning view.

I was well pleased with how it came out, but for some reason, it started off the old brain-storming with its wandering, variable, totally unrelated meanderings. They did not make any sense to me, so no point in revealing their crassness and illogicality. Oh, all right then! The things I remember going through the mangle in my brain were; The massive reduction in the size of the police service, and immigration. Pavement cyclists, the decrease in the size of products on sale, aliens, (Are there any, will they visit). The imminent return of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the flat, the end of the world, terrorism, will the EU collapse, why are politicians liars and dishonest cheats (although I already know this, it is because we let them get away with it), and how can anyone not like Marmite?

7Sun01Off to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. Messy evacuation again, but Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding a lot less last night.

WD 128.0.128 The knotty, gnarly, protuberant knees and legs had changed in their appearance again. And for some reason or other, the colour had returned to the flesh, and the hands too! Having said this, on my next inspection when I was changing into the trousers later, they had gone back to their pale-bloodless-mode again? No wonder I get confused!

I made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. Which was a mammoth session with all the pictures I’d taken in town to go on it. I think it was about 06:00hrs by the time I got it all done and posted off.

I made a mug of tea, and began this post going.

Got as far as here, and made a pot of Sharwood’s Sweet & Sour Noodle for breakfast.

Went on TFZer Facebooking. Then tried to concentrate on catching up with the blog template headers.

7Sun07WD 128.0.128 Having stopped work on the graphics, I went to make another mug of tea. And discovered I had left the hot tap (faucet) running. I was irate with myself, swore at me, and felt such a fool!

The rain was falling.

Back to computing.

Sister Jane rang. She was preparing her dinner and the line connection was very poor. Shame really, cause I’m not sure what it was that she was telling me off about. Hehehe! Bless her.

Back to the computing of the graphic headers. Got the Health Checks done.

7Sun38WD 128.0.128 Apart from dropping the dessert on the floor (Tsk!), the meal was very good.

Stewed steak in gravy and roast potatoes, with the juice being soaked up with some hot part-baked baguettes from the oven. A worthy 9/10 flavour rating.

WD 128.0.128 The washing up took ages, during which I dropped and broke the vinegar sprinkler. Is there no hope for me? Huh!

The weariness and fatigue overcame me then. I put on the TV, but all I could do was sit with the mind chafing-away at me with defeatism, self-doubts, self-recriminations, pathetic self-pity, guilt-ridden, rueful, self-doubt, timidity and uncertainty.

I have no idea what was on the goggle-box, the mind ruled my concentration and tortured me, until I eventually fell asleep very early, even for me.

Hey-ho!

TTFN.

Inchcock: Wed 20th Feb 2019:

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Wednesday 20th February 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 20 Chwefror 2019

WDPac 00:30hrs. I woke up with the mind back in its ‘Confusion-Mode.’ I lay there, worrying, fretting, getting sad then angry, losing willpower, then feeling almost confident, next, admitting that failure and defeat are a natural part of my existence. Then, I delved into the world of delusions, eccentricity, weirdness, fears, and disorientation. Eventually returning to the state of recognising the untenability of life and readiness to meekly plod on in my born-loser, incompetent, non-achieving, trying life: embracing my lack of education, social skills, lackadaisicalness, and lethargic languorousness.

No singing to myself this morning, no chirpiness. Just a gloom; a cloud that followed me around from the moment I’d freed my horrendously stomach-heavy body from the Circa 1968, second-hand £300 recliner. This gloom, remained for a while today, it took me ages to release myself from it.

WDPac I almost robotically answered the call to the Porcelain Throne. Where I was knocked down another peg or two when I found that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding overnight. The evacuation was alright, though. Then I did the Health Checks.

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I got the computer on, and I don’t know why, but I made a blog about ‘Cides’ and the human race. This took me hours and hours, but from somewhere the determination to get it finished and posted was paramount to me. It’s not even a smart or witty post, but I persisted and got it done and sent off.

I titled it: Inchcock Thoughts on the danger of Mankind’s Addiction to ‘Cide’s

This may have represented my state of mind at the time, I suppose?

I have to say that after posting it off, it was a relief to me, and my outlook warmed a little, and Adam Faith’s ♫ ‘The Time has Come’ ♫ flowed quietly from my lips. Being a fool comes easy to me, you know!

I updated the Tuesday blog, and this took me another four hours to get finished. I was ready to get my head down now. I’d gone through the mental torment, medicationalised certain areas with great discomfort, spent eight hours or more computerising what didn’t need doing, cheered up a tad and now the day was almost over! I need help I think? Hehehe! 

3Wed03I made some brekkers, Marmite based I must admit. The Vegemite I bought, is as good as Marmite and I love them both.

It always makes me think of Marie Young in Australia when I have any of the Vegemite. Such a wonderfully witty woman, who loves animals too. Hello Marie? Hope all is well over there with you and the pets? Give fatigued a bit of fuss from me, please. And have an ether-cuddle! ♥

3Wed05a1Went to wash the mug and make another brew. And noticed a bit of smoke far away?

I was now very tired, but not feeling so down.

WDPac I went for another Porcelain Throne visit, and for the second time this week, I nodded off on the seat! Luckily, this time, I did not fall over when I woke up. Tsk!

Thought I’d better get the Health Checks and nosh sorted out while I was conscious. Hahaha! 

3Wed05a1aDid some bacon in the oven, when ready I added the cooked rashers to the saucepan with the tomatoes with basil and oregano seasoning on the hot plate. Then put the part-baked cobs in the hot oven, while the bacon marinated with the tom’s a little longer.

Bootiful! A Taste-Rating of 9/10!

WDPac I went through the usual routine with the TV. Repeatedly nodding and waking. I soon gave up and turned off the television. Did the last Health Checks and settled down to sleep.

Which I did for over six hours, which was welcome.

Inchcock – Sat 26th Jan 2019: Another Hectic, busy, Wee-weeing day. Tsk!

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Saturday 26th January 2019

Croatian: Subota, 26. siječnja 2019

23:35hrs: I woke with memories of a dream reasonably clear and lucid in my mind. I grabbed the notepad and scribbled down some prompters to use later. (Later, I made up today’s Inchcock’s Thoughts graphic using these notes. Not word for word, obviously, but the train of the Grim Reapers words were similar to how he spoke to me in the dream!) I thought the Reaper looked a lot like Jeremy Corbyn.

wd 0.0.30 An instant need for a wee-wee arrived. With great difficulty in holding back the imminent flow and getting free of the £300 second-hand recliner at the same time, I got myself upright and made for the grey emergency tub in the corner – Calamity! It was not there! I’d forgotten I moved it yesterday when the workers arrived. Oy Vey! So, having gone all through my dream-filled sleep without taking a wee-wee, you can see how desperate things were now! Oy gevalt! Panic set in, but I had a sense-of-mind to make for the WC and not waste valuable time searching rooms for the grey bin.

Alas, I was too late all the same! I now have clothes soaking in disinfectant and soap powder in the green bucket. Humiliation and Shame Mode adopted!

All washed, and in another pair of jammy-bottoms and embarrassingly, a new pair of protection pants, I went to get the Health Checks done. I got out the sphygmomanometer and accoutrements required, but could not find the Enoxaparin hypo that had been moved in the workings yesterday! I sensed things might not go so well today, and adopted a ‘Sorry-for-myself-Mode! Hehe!

wd 0.0.30 Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation and some bleeding from the front and rear this morning. Somehow, I just wasn’t surprised in the least! Rewashed the dandies. Then back to the kitchen and searched for the missing loaded needle. No luck yet. But I did find the grey bin. Humph! Did the Health Checks.

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6sat02The Sys was a bit lower than it was yesterday but higher than it should be methinks. Again, not surprising me. Tsk!

wd 0.0.30 I took the medications and needed another wee-wee. This was of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.

Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.

The flipping left ankle gave way again on the hobble to the computer. I felt as if the ankle was going to collapse into the foot, but it didn’t, of course. Hello, the sneezing has started again! Humph! Fed-up? Me?

6sat08wd 0.0.30 I went to check the legs over, they felt like they are filling up again. But this photo doesn’t look like they have done so from yesterday? There are once more some new bruises and blood papsules, though?

These Possible Furosemides side effects are so many, I wonder if there are any psychotomimetic ones? Hehe! 

I went into the kitchen and took these photographicalisations. The precipitation was light, is was evident that it had been falling all night, but it helped the downward picture to have a certain quality about it.

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Another SSPWW and I got on with updating the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress. 

6sat11One more SSPWW, (Got splashbacks with this one, Oh, dear!) and I made a start on this blog, getting up to here with it.

Then the thoughts of breakfast came into my mind. Porridge, methinks. I cunningly used the stick-picker-upper with the more full grip and more extended arm to get the pot down.

I got a grand scrubbing up session done at 6sat120805hrs. I even did a bit of singing in there!

As I grubbled about making sure everything was how it should be before leaving, I noticed the sky had a tinge of red in it. The moon was reluctant to go down. Quite pretty it was.

But, we all know the farmers and shepherds saying: “Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning! So I made sure the umbrella was in the bag.

Did the midday Health Checks and medications in case I get back late from town. Took two black bags to the waste chute and set off out into the rather cold and nippy morning.

I met Mary and Shirley in the lobby, and we greeted each other.

6sat13As I got to the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned to take this shot of Winwood Heights, with Winchester Court being the closest one. It still has the sign indicating that it is called ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe!

Mary was coming along behind me. When I got to the bus stop Winchester Street she joined me. Mary was on her way down to catch a bus on Mansfield Road. I explained that she could get on the 40 one, as I was doing and use her bus pass, cause we can use it anytime on Saturdays and Sundays. We had a little natter, the gal is not happy with her new flat up on the 15th floor, and sounded a tad depressed. She carried on walking down the hill as I got on the bus.

I got off of the bus near the Pound Shop and called in to see if they had any of the Pork Farms Pork Pies on sale. Nope, they didn’t. But I came out with a few things in the bag. Dettol Citrus air spray, a few nibbles for the Social box, Smoked bacon and some beef end-bits. Paid on the self-serve till without any hassle.

Across the road and into Boots store, and up to the pharmacy. I got a Sterimar Hyptn CR spray, £2 off today, got it for £5.99.

6sat20Then made my way to the Victoria Centre Market Stalls. Which was another sad sight! Aisles mostly bare of customers, empty stall, and those poor few beggars still in them looking so sorry for themselves. I have great empathy, and so sorry for them.

I visited Abdul, and his clothes stall. I got two pairs of trousers from him. I had a choice of grey, grey or grey. So, I got the grey ones. Haha!

Had a little laugh with him, paid him and made my way out to the shopping centre (Mall), and hobbled to the City Centre.

During my wanders, I kept taking pictures of closed down retailers. So sad and worrying!I’ll show them all together here, so you can see just one reason for the depression of Nottinghamians.

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I wandered down to the Slab Square down King Street. Where I took three photographs left to right of the Slab Square.

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6sat26Not many Nottinghamians about! Although I did see two relaxing in a shop doorway later, and providing some Nottinghamian Street Art for me to snap. Poor things!

The drizzle began to pour a little as I cut through and down Exchange Walk to the M&S food hall.

The regular Big Issue seller was outside the store doors, I slipped him a couple of quid on my way in. Once in the shop, I had to resist buying too much-unwanted stuff, it all looked so delicious! I ended up at the self-serve tills with: A ready-made Lamb One Pot meal £4.50, A Rustic Granary Farmhouse sliced loaf on offer, £1.59 down to £1, Two Sourdough Rolls £1.20 and some Frites £2.30. This time, I did have problems putting the stuff through and had to ask for help, twice! Klutz! I could identify which rolls I had on the lookup lists. Even the lady had a job to find them, so I didn’t feel so bad. Thanked her and off she trotted to help someone else. When it came to swiping the Rustic bread, the machine would not have it at all. Back came the assistant, and she ended up having to use her key and inputting the code manually for me.

6sat26aWhen I got out of the store, the rain was more persistent.

I took many pictures of closed down businesses and signs in this area as I made my way back to the bus stop on Queen Street. At the top at the junction with Upper Parliament Street, this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist caught my eye as nearly fell off of his bike. Which cheered me up a little. During this little hobble about, there so many Pavement Cyclists all over the place, it would have been too much hassle to try 6sat27and photo them all, and get the camera wet into the bargain. But for this last one I saw, I risked it.

Nearby, I took this picture through the windows of a new cafe. Called Josephine’s Tea Room, 49 Upper Parliament St, Nottingham NG1 2AB.

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5fri33I perused the menu on show in the window: Nutella on Toast £5.50, Scrambled Egg on Toast £6.00. Egg Benedict £9.00 add spinach for 50p. Porridge Oats £4.50 add sultanas or honey for £1. Pancake Porker Stack 5 pancakes with Dukes Hill ham and dripping with Maple syrup £8.50. Toast and Butter £1.50, this dish is suitable for vegetarians, two slices of bloomer with butter. White, unless you want brown add jam, marmalade, marmite or honey for £1, Nutella for £1.50. Open sandwiches from £8.75. Sides & Extras £1.00, Roddas Clotted Cream £1.00. Portion of Jam £0.50, Slice of white bread or brown bread £0.50, Ice cream a scoop £1.50. Other sauces £0.50.

I have to admit, I was impressed with the clientele inside, and there were a  good few too. Upper Echelon Nottinghamians, obviously at these prices. Although when I peered into the window, a bit like Dickens ‘Oliver Twist’, I’d say half of the customers were students, the other half represented the few Conservative Voters left in Nottingham, you know: Noses up, little finger out when they drank and sneaking sugar sachets into their pockets and handbags. Just my kind of people. Hehehe!

6sat28I caught a 40 bus back to the flats. Tony from the apartments got on en route, and we had a gossiping session.

As the bus got on to the St Anns Well Road, Huntingdon Street traffic lights, I snapped a shot of the horrendous building in the background. Google tells me ICO Development Company are located in it? It’s a massive place, but so ugly to me. A little further along, there are these flats or apartments. Called Liberty Living. Another monstrosity to yours truly. This reminded me of Liberty-Global who bought Virgin Media and destroyed the connection at the same time!

6sat29wd 0.0.30 I’d just put the camera back, and missed the van skidding at the traffic island in this photo on the right. Tsk!

We got off the bus back on Sherwood Rise and walked down to Chestnut Walk. We were moving as fast as we could, and the drizzle had turned to rain now. As we got to the foyer entrance, it stopped altogether.

Said our cheerios in the lift when Tony got out on the ninth floor, up to my flat and I took an SSPWW. Did the health checks and then one more SSPWW! Got the fodder away.

Made a brew and got the computer on to update this blog, after yet another SSPWW!

6sat30Prepared the nosh, no cooking involved. So it was easy.

It looked and tasted good, but for some reason, I ate very little of it? (Perhaps I’m pining for the missing Weevils? Hahaha!)

Washed the things up, had a wee-wee and got down in the recliner to watch a ‘Clarence DVD’.

Zzz!

Inchcock – Mon 10 Dec 2018: Up and down sort of day. Nattered to the Mallards and fed ’em. With the worst meal of the century ensuring a bad ending to Monday

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The staff that Willmott Dixon takes on? Hehe!

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Monday 10th December 2018

Ukrainian: Понеділок, 10 грудня 2018 р

1Mon05a00:55hrs: Awoke with great reluctance to stay awake, let alone consider the possibility of dragging my body with its volumingargantuan stomach, out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner! After a few minutes of argy-bargy with my will-power, and having the brain point out to me that I am almost out of clean clothes and need to get the laundry done; With recalcitrantness, I forced myself into sloth-like activity and got up.

WD 51.0.0 As I was doing so, first I spotted a Weevil on the watch strap, got the camera to take a picture of the damned thing, then saw another one climbing up my leg!

I made these pictures on the left of the spotty Muldoon left hand, showing how I think, the red blobs are now getting lighter and fewer over the last three days?

I went straight to the spare room and gathered the bag of laundry and required appurtenances, had an SSWW. Got dressed and down to the laundry room.

WD 51.0.0 Where I found that both spin dryers were in use. Neither washing machine was in use or even felt warm or wet inside the drums. This, of course, meant if I did my short wash, they might not be finished before I needed them. Frustrated, I swore under my breath and returned to the flat in a right niggly mood!

Took the outer clothes off, I may well have been tempted to kick the cat if I had one. Joking! Hehe!

Still, on the bright side, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had both departed from yesterday’s attacks and was leaving me alone.

1Mon01I set about carrying out the Health Checks.

When I got around to creating this post, I was tickle-pink with how accidentally I’d got the lens and camera in the reflection on the top part of the sphygmomanometer.

Which needed three tries, for it to work for me.

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This morning’s reading s were far better than the weekend’s first tests. I made a brew, took the medications and got the computer going and updated lasts weeks and today’s Health Checklists on Excel.

No demands for the Porcelain Throne yet today? There were many cases of SSWW visits, though.

I set about updating the terrible tribulation troubles of the Sunday diary. Got it finished off and posted to WordPress. Went on the Reader Section, and read a comment, I’d have more, but only the one came in. Haha!

I considered going back down to see if the laundry machines were free, but felt too idle, lazy and irritated to bother.

An SSWW was taken, made another brew and got on with beginning this post.

WD 51.0.0 The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived (better late than never!), and off I trundled. Just one EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) spotted in there. I’d love to know what their attack plans are, cause they keep catching me out every day almost!). The evacuation was a mix of coal-7Sun35anuggets and sloppy content. But, the after-aroma was mephitic and nauseating, to put it mildly, even to me! Cor Blimey!

I reckon I can blame last night’s seasoned home-made beans for the putrescent smell? I might leave out the garlic next time I try to make anything like this again.

1Mon07aAnother SSWW, I must get a spare bucket!

I checked the weather to see if it looked like rain for my planned mini-hobble.

WD 51.0.0 The rain dripped in along the bottom of the unwanted new light and view-blocking window frame as I opened it to take a picture of the Nottingham lights. I had to dry the electric night storage heater, the window ledge, the floor and myself. It looked a little cloudy, and they seemed to be moving quickly. I checked on Google for today’s forecast. 46º Fahrenheit, 10% chance of precipitation, humidity 89%, wind 6mph. So I reckon I can get out to take some photographs, feed the Mallards and have a decent little hobble later.

Got the ablutions tended to. Just one Weevil seen in the wet room, but he/she was dead. Things were looking up, Weevil-War-wise?

After a good shave, teggies were done, showering, ear-hole-freeing-of-wax, and medicationalisationalistic duties were all performed, I felt a lot better in myself.

Sorted three black bags of waste and one large white bag of recyclable materials and wrapped them up. Took the small bags to the rubbish chute and deposited them. Back to the flat, and started ferreting about making sure I had left nothing that should be off, and mutatis mutandis, thing off, that should be on. I think? Hehe! All looked good, taps, stove, lights doors etc. checked.

Got the shopping bag with the Mallard food, pigeon fodder, hearing aid batteries, umbrella, nibbles and Christmas pressies to hand out, crossword book, notepad, and spare glasses in it. The pockets held the bus-pass, bank card, pens, camera, mobile phone, and £32,150.00 in spending money… Only jesting!

1Mon07cLocked up and down to the lobby. No one was about.

As I departed, Some more of the Willmott Dixon fencing had been removed. They must be getting close to finishing the outside of Woodthorpe Court, now.

I took this shot of the frontage of the 45 flatted new Winwood Extra Care block and Stabsfeldwebeless Wardens Nuclear Fallout Shelter and Stun-Gun safe, and Holding Cells, block. Hahaha! They seem to be making decent progress on it now.

I greeted a few of the Willmott Dixon lads as I passed on my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ.  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 

Angel Gould, Olympic Arbitration Champion, financial advisor to Angelina Jolie and Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenführeress Patch Commander was passing in her Rolls Royce and stopped to talk to me. She would talk to me later in the hut.

I got inside the Portakabin. I made my way to see Generalleutnantess Warden Deana and
Generaloberstess Warden Julie. We spoke about…
Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself.

Many tenants arrived, and I managed to get a few laughs and little chinwags.

Angel Gould, Catwalk Model, Trainer for the Olympic bob slay team, and Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenführeress Patch Commander came in, and we spoke. But I won’t mention that she has kindly requested an NCHs Pest Control chap to call and see me later about the EIBWBBBs

I joined the gang at the bus stop as both buses arrived. Everyone got off in Sherwood, apart from Doreen and myself. I dropped in Daybrook and made my way to the Arnot Hill Municipal Park, and went to have a natter with and feed the Mallards and pigeons. Here are the photos I took of the birds.

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I’m out of food for them again now. Must get some more if time tomorrow after, or before, the blood test. Which has been set for 10:20hrs, most annoying.

1Mon16Said cheerios to the Mallards, which tickle the people nearby me. Hehe! And have a hobble into Arnold.

I thought their version and idea of a Christmas tree was, well… Crap!

I looked in the Chambers’ butchers to see if they had any of their home-made roast belly pork slices. It was evident to me that the stuff on show was from yesterday, and fatty too. So I carried on and called into the Boyes store to see if they had any of foot spray on the shelves. Nope! So I pressed on and called in the Iceland store. I came out with a jar of red onion caramelised chutney and a pack of smoked ham offcuts.

1Mon17 I hobbled along to the Asda Walmart store.

Where I did get carried away a bit. Tsk! I came out much later with Cheapo strawberry jelly and custard desserts. Fire & Smoke Texan Hot Dogs with Chilli coriander and pimento. Expensive but tasty in the extreme, and they had a good use by date of 02.03.2019! Seasoned potato slices. Ready-sliced mushrooms. Finally, some cheesy topped rolls. Which I plan to have 1Mon20(the cheesy rolls) with the offcuts of smoked ham, tomatoes, gherkins and a boiled egg perhaps. But, of course, it is a long way off yet, so things can change.

A bit like Brexit! Humph!

The cheesy topped roll looked appealing and felt nice and soft into the bargain.

1Mon18I paid at normal serviced check out, and hobbled with the two bags up to the bus stop.

By the time the bus arrived there was a decent crowd that had joined me.

When the L9 arrived, and we all got on, the weather kept changing from bright to gloomy on the route back to the flats.

1Mon19I took this picture through the bus window, just before we arrived in Sherwood.

Angela and Roy, Shirley and Bob got on the bus there.

We were all soon back at the ever-changing Winwood Heights complex. Typically, many folks would make their way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ.  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Reprimanding Inchcock Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where a patient queue would form to utilise the services of the WC.  But not today. They were advised that the workmen will be digging up the ground outside all day, to find the cause of the leak. I had to smile at this, sorry.

I walked to the apartments with Angela and Roy, inside a lovely natter was had twixt us with Mo and Olive joining in. Handed out some nibbles, then I made my way up to the flat.

Nosh put away and got on updating this blog, until…

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1Mon21Fed-up, I gave up and got the meal ready.

WD 51.0.0 Oh, dear and what a shame. The plate of fodder looked good and smelt good. But flavourwise, it was a bit of a calamity for my gustatory organs.

The tomatoes were bitter, the beetroots had the taste and texture of what I imagine ball bearings would have, and the cheesy cobs were unstimulatingly insipid. Only the smoked ham offcuts were really eatable with any modicum of enjoyment. Thus, a Flavour-Rating of 3.5/10 for this much left on the plate, effort. Grumph!

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The skies still continued to go from dark to light. The photographicalisations above were taken about five minutes between each other.

The weariness dawned on me, concentration shot to pieces. However, I did remember to do an EIBWBBB patrol and spraying session.

Now this, I found amazing. I did not come across a single Weevil dead or alive anywhere! Had they been told of Opera singer, Oberführeress Angela’s plan to organise and despatch a Nottingham City Homes Pest Control Operative to the flat? Hehehe! Mayhap they are in the process of moving to a safer environment in another apartment? Or, is it another of their cunning schemes to fool me? Mmm?

1Mon25I went to get a drink of the spring water and lemon cordial, and the sky was now looking beautiful.

Red Sky at Night – Shepherds Delight!

I settled down with a handfull of jelly babies and the drink, on the £300 second-hand recliner. I perused what was on the box, and found a couple of programmes I really fancied watching… Huh! Zzzz!

A Photographic Visit to see Old pussies Fooey, Albert, Sister Jane and Hubby Pete (Jane’s hubby, not mine! Hehe!)

Fooey consuming his fodder

Fooey having consumed his nosh!

Fooey with that “Anymore please” look. Bless him!

Jane and Pete trying to get Fooey to pose!

Jane, looking good, picking her figs, drink in hand!

Albert, unimpressed with being a photographic model!

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Albert threatening the birds – and Humans! Hehe!

Wish someone had told me the hen was a fake. Hehe!

The old pensioner caught Tree-Hugging again!