Inchock’s 4th Escape from the lockdown – to town! Pictorially presented!

Inchock’s 4th Escape from the lockdown – to town!

This woz rote by Inchy’s alter ego – Hehehe!

The following, pictorials and odes, were created in support of the Depressed Nottinghamian At-Risk High-Rise Flat-Dwelling Prisoners Support Group. Donations gladly accepted.

Having made his escape bid plans again. He clandestinely crept to the lifts, falling over his three-wheeked walker-Guide, waited for the regulation Winwood Heights twenty minutes for a lift, and got down in time to miss the bus.

He waited patiently, for the next bus, but this proved something of a benefit for the old git. Not many folks about, but he still managed to corner one poor chap, and hastened to bore him to death verbally! The man wisely moved away.

And Inchcock, being instantly bored himself now, went into one his Sherlock Holmesian modes. Someone had been blowing their nose in the bus shelter, and stuffing the tissue under the seating?

He caught the bus and got out his crossword puzzles, but the driver, obviously a stock-car racing fan, nearly had Inchy out if his seat a few times en route to Nottingham City centre. Trying to hold onto his three wheeler, took some effort.

The old chap went itn the Pondland shop on Lower Parliament Street, and despite his painful and feet, enjoyed his hobble around the store, coming out with many items he didn’t need or want, Tsk!

He got to the checkout, and got himself in a right pickle and state of embarrassment at the self-serve checkout! The lady monitoring the tills, was greatly unimpressed with his continual dropping of things and farting about trying to retrieve them.

But did not offer to help, although she shared some sneerings, of hate, derision, scornfulness and causticness with him. He came out redfaced and £20 lighter. And took these three shots of the Milton Street junction.

Where he went into the Bargain Shop. A terrible experience! No one talking, empty shelves etc. But, he still spent over £21, mostly on Christmas treats for his family of friend in Woodthorpe Court.

He was struggling now, the three-wheeler trolley-bag full, and three carrier bags hanging on the handles, would make progress awkward for him. At least he remembered to but sone of the dar clothing cleaner. He set off on a limp towards the Slab Square.

On his hobble along Milton Street to Upper Parliament Street, he noticed the Nottionghamian pedestrians crossing the road against the lights again, but this is a usual, regular occurrence. He adjusted thos spectacles.

Which was a mistake, as he turned onto Upper Parliament Street, the old fart of a fool unthinkingly took the spectacles off to clean them.

They got caught in the facemask!

He crossed over the road, and down King Street. Near the bus stops, a chap dressed like the Beatles used to, with plaited hair hanging below his shoulders, stopped him and asked for ‘a couple of quid for a coffee’. As he eyed up the bags!

Inchy just said, ‘No!’ and carried in hobbling down the hill, turning to keep an aye on the youth as he did, to make sure he wasn’t following. Getting to the Slab Square, Inchy gor out his camera for a snapping away session.

He saw the little crowd and paparazzi outside the Council House steps, he went back into Sherlock Holmesian mode, and took a close up[ phot of whoever was on the steps. This person came by. Inchy got a decent shot of his/her head.

Inch repositioned himelf a bit closer, and waited for the right moment to get a view of what was going on. Nice zoomed-in photo for once. Asssumed to be the Sheriffess or Mayoress of Nottingham? Again, not single Policeman in sight today.

The tatterdemalion, dour, malagrugrous, weary, tellurian, dangerous populace of Nottingham, were showing a bit of itnerest, at least. Not many of them had face-masks on, but it isn’t law yet to wear them outsdoors yet, methinks.

The lad poddled his way wit hdifficulty up Queen Street to get to his bus stop, and caught a number 40 back home, to his never-restfull, beloved, always something to worry about, four years being upgraded and not finished yet, Winwood Heights.

He was the only passenger when the bus moved off from the terminus. Pondering on should he get out the crossword or not; one look at the mass of bags on the trolley, and the book being at the bottom, he decided against it!

The first passenger to get on the bus, was Face-Maskless.

The second one, had his mask under his chin.

A lady got on, and she had no mask on!

As the chin-mask wearing man got up tp get off, he gave Inchy a cautionary scowl, that was a bit threatening. As the bus progressed along St Anns Well Road, it passed the Health Centre where Inchy has to go for his bladder-scan.

This is St. Anns Valley Centre, 2 Livingstone Road, Nottingham NG3 3GG.

Events over his last two visits there, do not proffer the least bit of encouragement or confidence in Inchy.

The record, as Inchy explains:

  • February: Went to get the feet done, and they said come back later, we’ll have to lool at your health record.
  • March: They refused to do my feet, cause the Warfarin level was too high..
  • July: They refused to tend to my feet, because I’d just had the stroke.
  • August: Refused again, cause of my having been diagnosed with diabetes.
  • September: The did cut my nails, but said they will not be able to so in future. I have to go private in future.

Poor old sod!

He arrived back at his Woodthorpe Court, along with the mysterious wonders of, the Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations and Kehuas. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To annoy and scare the bejesus out of, and the pants off of the old energumenist, Inchcock’.

Thank you.

The tale in bad rhyme, of Inchies Escape from isolation, to Nottingham City Centre!

Monday, 7th September 2020, Inchcock escapes from captivity and cunningly flees his Woodthorpe Court. To investigate the Coronavirus affects in the City Centre, buy stuff he doesn’t need, cripple his poor feet, and a failed search for a chinwag!

Plans were laid,

For his escapade,

The Escape bid was made,

He was feeling fraught and afraid!

Arriving on Upper Parliament Street,

Alighted the bus, hobbles to Poundland,

Already pains from Relux Roger and his feet,

He spent on superfluous stuff, like crabmeat,

Then to the Bargain shop, wishing he could find a seat!

He bought three things, none of them needed,

His enthusiasm for his escape, now, receeded,

Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, succeeded,

His finances, he had further bleeded!

He hobbled along Milton Street then,

Down Clumber Street, he was saddened, when,

He saw the closed shop, there were over ten,

Including his camera shop, he nearly cried then!

Sadly, he made his way to the end,

Feeling lonely and down a bit,

What Coronavirus has created, can we mend?

Oh, dear, a penny he needed to spend!

The urge he had to suspend!

To the corner of Long Row, he did wend!

A photo of Pelham Street he did take,

Then one a shot backwards up Clinton he did make,

Long Row, too, where he took some more,

Off towards his bus stop in the Slab Square,

Paramedics, Security Guards, were there,

The people looked so full of despair!

The rain came down, he took shelter from it,

Under the shop eaves, but it didn’t last long,

He took this photo, he quite liked the resulting effect,

His bladder was full, to the bus stop direct!

En route, Slab Square was photographed,

He tripped on the wheeled trolley walker,

He even managed a little laughter,

When he passed wind and hiccoughed! 

He caught the bus back, a painful drive home,

Got off on Chestnut Walk, glad he finished his roam,

Damn it, he’d forgot to get his shaving foam!

He sheltered from the sudden rain,

Under the cover, and gloom was falling again,

He belched, it smelt like aminomethane,

He hobbled toward home; it was a strain!

He got in his flat,

He untangled his hearing aids from his mask,

It was a fiddley, difficult task!

Made himself a meal that,

Was too big, but not too much fat,

He fell asleep, and that was that!

Not a very good ode this time, uncertainty and confusion were visiting me. Sorry.

Inchcock Today – Tue 26 Mar 2019: Not one of my betterer days. Humph!


2019 Mar 26

Tuesday 26th March 2019


23:55hrs. I woke and immediately found myself frantically fumbling my way out of the ci1968 second-hand, £300 rickety, rusty recliner; and taking the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket).

wd 255.102.0 Where I discovered that the wee-wee mode had changed to that of being an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee). By the time I had readjusted things ready to take the EGPWWB off to be cleansed and sanitised, I needed another further session! The stinging and tingling was a lot worse this morning. And yet, the legs felt and looked like most of the fluid retention had gone? I hobbled to the kitchen with the bucket and antisepticated it, in readiness for what was obviously going to be further heavy use later on.

I collected the tray and plate from the main room where I’d left it last night, and washed them up. There were no signs of any Nocturnal-Nibbling. Smug-Mode Adopted!

wd 255.102.0 Got the sphygmomanometer out, and had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee and to use the Porcelain Throne. The rear-end evacuation went okay. But, Little Inchies Lesion was leaking, stinging and painful for some reason, overuse probably. Tsk! Back to get the Health Checks done. Sys 154, Dia 80, Pulse 88 and Temp 35°.

Got the computer on and updated yesterday’s blog. With all the farces and photographs taken, this took me aeon. Four wee-wees later, all SSPWWs. I finally got the blog posted off, and went on the WordPress reader.

I actually fancied some chips for breakfast, But, I refrained, abstained, resisted and went on the food-wagon in shame at myself! Smug Mode increased to Super-Smug-Mode!

I made a start on this post. The top of the page Morning’s Rhyme of Thoughts just flowed from the brain for once! After one more wee-wee and about an hour or so, the need for another Porcelain Throne session arrived. Again, the evacuation was okay, but the following wee-wee was for a change, of the ELDWWIEEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-will-it-ever-end-wee-wee) style. I got a feeling of deja vu, as I got out the Victoria Wood biography to read, and completed several pages before I dared move and was moderately confident that things had completely finished. Luckily, they had. Phew!

wd 255.102.0 I got the camera and took some shots of the pins (Legs). Only the area around where the leg-ulcer gave cause for concern. The different pigmentation and white spots might be the ulcer beginning to return. The ankle did this before the sore appeared nine weeks ago? The usual one leg more fluid-filled than the other, but not so markedly today. If the Tate gallery is interested in financing me, so they can use these photographs as part of a display, just let me know. They are better than a pile of bricks, surely? Bringing my legs to put on show at the gallery, will cost more of course. And also, if any medical laboratories are interested? Thank you!


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I went to make a fresh brew of tea, and get some biscuits to dunk for breakfast. A quick diversion to the EGPWWB for an ELDWWIEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-will-it-end-wee-wee) style wee-wee. Washed the dandies and got the brew and Scottish Highland biscuits.

I shot some snaps with the newer camera, from the unwanted new kitchen windows. That cannot be reached to be cleaned, and are light and view-blocking.

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Back to the computer after an ELDWWIEWW.

The doorbell chimed-out. T’was Riechsführeress Commanding Officeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, to check the Wrist Alarm with the NCH Control.

I was advising her of my problems with the Glide and socks, and telling her about the nerves problems in the legs.

wd 255.102.0 I was a bit embarrassed as I had not done any ablutions and was in my jammie-bottoms, because of how bad I felt. The dizzies kept visiting. Then the chimes rang out again. Marvellous innit, for eleven days one does the ablutions, shaving, etc. early, the one day you don’t feel like bothering, Two people call at the flat! The second caller was an engineer to check on the length of cable from the heater to the plug.

wd 255.102.0 I still dare not go out, because of the wee-weeing and Dizzy Dennis. I ain’t too good at all. The Doctor must listen to me on my next visit.

I made an order from Ocado, for delivery for tomorrow.

I went on CorelDraw to do a few more page top graphics. Three wee-wees and three hours later, the fatigue set in. Which was a little worrying, as I had not done ‘owt over-physical all day?

Took the medications and got the oven on for the chips or waffles whichever I decide on having. Dizzy Dennis visited, the first time for hours.

2Tue10Feeling right depressed and weary now, not really knowing why, apart fro, persistent Dizzy Dennis, maybe.

Got the nosh sorted out. I couldn’t even be bothered about buttering the bread.

I ate it, but got little enjoyment from doing so, this is not me at all!

The wee-wees seem to have got far less now.


Inchcock Today – Tue 19 Feb 2019: Decent day today. I may regret saying this later, of course. Hehehe!

2019 Feb 19

Tuesday 19th February 2019

דינסטאג פעברואר 19, 2019 Yiddish

23:45hrs. I stirred and gave it a customary couple of minutes for the brain to join the body in some form of activity. I recognised that I was singing to myself again. Cliff’s ‘The Young Ones,’ then Acker Bilks ‘Gotta see Momma tonight,’ I think it was.

Eventually the mind and torso semi-collaborated, then cooperated in getting my Falstaffian body out of the second-hand £300, circa 1968 recliner, and off for a wee-wee. Yet again, I was relatively pain-free as I got to the wet room. The wee-wee was of an SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) mode. The wound still felt like it contained a load of worms and itched a bit. But it was not hurting in the slightest unless I caught it on something.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.


WD128.0.0 I noticed after putting this graph on the blog, I’d made an error on the weight – I’d miss-typed 15.76, as 14.76! I left it on so I could dream! Hehehe!

I made up a new blog of the Nottingham Eye pictures taken yesterday on my brave trip on the Nottingham Wheel. Got it posted off.

Made a start on the updating of the Monday post.

The Ocado delivery arrived. Masses of Marmite products and Tea bags stored away. The tea bags should see me out now, no need to repurchase any more of them. Hehe! I’ll have to hand out the other bags now I have the tasty Glengettie all stocked up.

2Tue05Got the ablutions tended to next.

All went well, apart from the putting on of the clean socks. The leg looked a lot easier and far less inflamed.

WD128.0.0 This task was accompanied with verbiage that flowed under my breath with exclamations like; Eeeugh, Egrnocheeegeeack, Ow, and Argh! In between the odd little silent oath.

2Tue04The wound was looking a lot less tender now, although some new growths seemed to be forming around the sides of the original whatever it is.

The moon was shining brightly through the clouds for a moment, so I took this snap of it for prosterity. Is that the right word? I think I added an R in there by mistake? But the Grammarly spell checker I paid for, is not working again! When it is working, all is fine, and I check words and more… but it is becoming a headache now! So, you have been warned – don’t pay out for it!

Back on the computer to sort things out for this post for a while. Then had to get ready to go out. Needing some milk roll bread, fresh veg, and yoghourts. I’ll see what I come back with later. Tsk! 

Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, 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.

WD128.0.0 I took a photograph of Chestnut Way as I walked along, but did not find it on the SD card? Another Winwood Heights Mystery! 

Cyndy, Doreen, Roy, and three other residents were in the hut, and I had a natter and laughed with some of them. I handed the flowers I’d had ordered as a Special Treat for the overworked but doing a good job Kamp Kommanders, to Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Julie. Who got them into some water straight away. I like it when I get things right – not very often, I know, but there you go! Hahaha!

2Tue06Caught the bus to Arnold to get the shopping done.

All my fellow residents dropped off in Sherwood.

I took this photograph at the traffic island junction on the ring-road and Edwards Lane, through the bus window.

2Tue07I dropped off the bus on Front Street, outside the Asda (Walmart) store, and dived in to have a shop. Aware that I needed to be reasonably quick to avoid missing the L9 back into Sherwood.

WD128.0.0 Which I did miss, of course, when I got carried away with my search for something different on the shelves. Tsk!

I used the standard checkout today, cause they were not busy. I’d already given up on catching the bus in time so enjoyed my little meander around. I came out with the bag almost fully ladened, with Lemon yoghourts, orange squash, milk roll loaf, mini swiss rolls, mini pork and pickle pies, cooked chicken breast, Limoncello desserts, Lemon Bakewells, a leek, turnips, sliced potatoes, vine tomatoes, and an onion. A smidge of guilt appeared fleetingly! Lots of my purchases were not precisely within the weight-watchers-range, where they? Tsk!

WD128.0.0 I wandered out and down to the bus stop to see when the L9 going in the opposite direction was due. Then I could catch it to the terminus and stay on and come back again 2Tue08all the way to the flats. This uncouth, ignorant Arnold Pavement Cyclist was weaving closely through the pedestrians. Git!

I looked at the timetable for the L9, and it would be twenty minutes or so before it was due. So, I took a hobble to the Fulton Foods store and did a bargain search.

I got some pork scratchings for the nibble box, and some salt & pepper flavoured potato sticks for me. These topped up the bag to overflowing.

2Tue09Then back over the road to the bus stop again.

WD128.0.0 Where the same nasty ignoramus,  uncaring cretin of a wazzock, most disrespectful, inconsiderate, rude, impolite, insensitive, selfish, discourteous, rude,  negligent nudnik of a Pavement Cyclist came close to hitting me and others, most likely without any thought of what the pillock was doing, as he pedalled illegally along without a care in the world, showing off his hole in his trousers and blue knickers, as he threatened the old, deaf, sight-challenged and disabled pedestrians!

Sorry about that, I got carried away there for a moment!

The bus arrived, and I spent the journey having a go at the crossword book. Not too successfully, mind.2Tue10

When w arrived in Sherwood, there were several of the Winwood Heights residents got on the bus. This gal was having a droll laugh with the driver.

Back at the complex, I got off of the bus last, and all the others scurried away. No doubt many of them in need of their wet rooms? 2Tue10aThe Woodthorpe Court clan, have to manoeuvre through the street decorations, or like me, my being more on the nervous side, I take the scenic route around the back of the car park keeping to what bit of pathway is available to get home. Haha! The longer way, but safer.

I caught up with this chap (Sorry his name escapes me, a grand bloke though) in the lift.

2Tue11I got in the flat, and the sad sight of my beloved tree copse caught my eye when I got into the kitchen. I’m sure it is far thinner than last year at the same time. If people could resist dropping waste and rubbish inside, and not break off branches from the trees… I bet the dog urine that trickles down the hill has destroyed much of the growth. Mind you, it might be helping for I know.

I got the Health Checks done2Tue11a. Then sorted out the shopping and got things stored away.

Got the oven heating up, and the potatoes in the tray. Made some buttered tomato sarnies with the milk roll bread, and got the cold stuff on the plate ready for the vegetables to be added later.

Got the seasoned potatoes in the oven, and checked on the TV programmes. Although I find with Freeview, they tend not to change much. I selected the usual to watch. A-Team (2), Boon, Pie in the Sky, Heartbeat, Police Interceptor and Sliders.

WD128.0.0 As I stood up to check on the potatoes, boy what a dizzy-spell arrived. 2Tue12aI sat down again, to give things time to settle. It wasn’t a long one, but if I had been stood up when it came on, I think I might have gone over. Nasty, but short-lived.

I put channel 802 on the telly, the lobby entrance view. Ah, more Street Art in the foyer! Tsk! I stayed where I was in case anyone tripped over coming out or into the flat.

I went to do another inspection of the spuds, turned them over and gave them ten more minutes. Meanwhile, back to the front room, to see that a chap was clearing up the things in the lobby. Good! No sings of the Dizzy Dennis attack left at all, now. Feeling rather good for some reason?

2Tue12bI ended up having a bit of a luxury dinner this time. The BBQ chicken breast, pickled egg and mushrooms, gherkins, tomato sarnies on milk roll bread, mini pork & pickle pie, roast onions and baked sliced potatoes. A lemon Fool for dessert. I ate most of it and enjoyed it.

WD128.0.0 Put the tray to one side, change channels to watch the A-Team, fell asleep, woke up as the episode was ending. Started to look at the next one, got halfway or so through it and nodded off again. Woke and changed the channel, to watch Boon, but it was already halfway through it. I lasted about five minutes and dropped off again, to wake as Pie in the Sky was starting. I was determined to watch at least one programme all the way through and decided this would be the one. I stayed awake for the first section when the adverts came on, I thought I’d take the tray to the kitchen and make a brew and take the medications and do the Health Checks, to stir myself awake!

WD128.0.0 I realised I’d miss the start of part two of Pie in the sky, cause I then had to go to the Porcelain Throne. A real embarrassment this – I fell asleep on the Throne! When I woke, I wondered where the TV had gone, I think I thought I was still in the £300 second-hand recliner watching TV?

WD128.0.0 Anyway, I stood up, I still felt drowsy. I suppose, and fell to the floor! I felt such a fool as the brain cleared! Apart from the already deformed right knee hitting the floor, no injuries were suffered. Back to the TV, to find that Pie in the Sky had long finished. I turned over to channel ten to watch Heartbeat, but it had almost finished. Still, I can claim to have stayed awake for ten minutes or so so to see it to the end. I 2Tue24remember turning over to watch the Interceptors, but nothing else, until I woke many hours later! So, the Interceptors and Sliders were missed altogether. Humph!

Did the last Health Checks, had a wee-wee, washed and got down again.

I currently have a Toshiba TV for sale, circa 2008. Not a large screen one though. Small really. Freeview built-in, for sale. Much-used, but very little watched! Hehehe!


Inchcock Today: Saturday 11th March 2017


Saturday 11th March 2017

Chinese Traditional: 星期六2017年3月11日

I was up around 0300hrs, out of the £300 second-hand nerve testing recliner and on the porcelain – the mind full of bits of a dream, and I wrote them down there and then.

Dream11 3 17

Straight onto making a graphic of what I could remember of one of them. Oddly weird one, even for me. Took me hours to get it right, but still, nowt else demanding me time.

About 0600hrs I got it posted on WordPress. I hope to get a dream expert to analyse it for me. Hehe! I recalled some more bits and deciphered them from my handwriting, but it was too late by then.

Did the health checks and took the medications. In decent form this morning, Duodenal Daniel, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harry and Arthur Itis, were all being kind to me. Only Anne Gyna was giving me much hassle.

Got the diaries updated.

Hoping to visit Olive later.

CiffFinished off a graphic for the TFZer site.

Then, I got the ablutions and medicationalisationing all sorted out and got ready for me walk into Sherwood, to get a TV magazine and have a wander around getting a bit of exercise and some fresh air again.

Set off, dropping off some used jars in the recycling bin, and down Chestnut Walk then right down the steep Winchester Steet Hill towards Sherwood.

7Sun01aAcross the road, I saw that some more trees were being lopped.

Perhaps this time it as because of the branches overreaching above the road, and with the elevation being so high and the winds bad up here, they were causing a danger to the traffic?

Plodded down the hill and right up Mansfield Road and into the co-op and got a TV magazine.

Coming out of the shop and back up the road, I had the challenge of resisting the temptations of the ice cream buns in the Bird’s shop… I failed! Hehe!

To the bus stop and waited for the L8 which conveniently was due in ten minutes, a bit of luck there, cause they are only every two hours on a Saturday, 1030 till 1430, which is not a lot of buses to pick from. Not complaining, though, they are free for us pensioners.

Back to the flat on the bus, didn’t meet any other tenants at all on the way?

Into the flat and had a desire for some of the Battered chip Shop Style Sausages I’d got in the freezer – why, I don’t know, but still. Got some in the oven and then phoned Olive to see if she was free, she was, so I nipped across to her flat to see her.

This amazing woman chatted with me and we had some laughs. She allowed me to do something for her (I love it when I can actually help someone). She got me to collect some jars to take to the bottle-bank and gave me a letter to post for her. She seemed in good form, although she was still waiting for her date for the hip surgery. Lovely woman.

Gave her a kiss and returned to the flat, the first thing I did was to put the letter in clear view so I would not forget to post it in the morning.

7Sun02Got the make-do meal of sorts done.

I’d overdone the sausages a bit but still enjoyed them. I had a few potatoes left over that I had with them and ate each sausage in a wrap of bread thins, dipping it into the BBQ sauce as I did. Hehe!

The cream iced scone was guiltily consumed too.

Oh, had a bag of Marmite crisps with it as well.

Still a bit peckish afterwards, though. So when I’d done the washing up and settled to watch the Doctor Who DVD, I nibbled on some Rice-Pea snacks and chocolate nuts. Weak willed? Me? Yes!

Very early, even for me, the eyes drooped and I realised I was going to battle to stay awake, so turned off the DVD to enable my submission to the sleep.


Inchcock – Sunday 5th March 2017: Abysmal depression


Sunday 5th March 2017

Danish: Søndag 5 Marts 2017

After a night of dreadful dreams again, a mixed bag this night, but all unwanted and not nice. Well, that’s not strictly right, I recall one of them a bit. I was sat high up in a tree in a wood of some sort and animals were climbing up to me one at a time and somehow I taught them to speak and recognise the English language? They, in turn, decided if they wanted to keep these skill or not, and the next one would arrive. Seem to remember birds, a cat and a snake?

At 0130hrs I had to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and make for the porcelain – as soon as I stood up I realised that either Little Inchy or Haemorrhoid Harry had been bleeding. I felt down enough as it was, without this. Struggled to evacuate the tummy innards as I found that both of the little bleeders had bled. Tsk! Put the clothes in a bucket of soapy disinfected water and hobbled (Yes, Arthur Itis was bothersome along with the same as yesterday, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Daniel joined in) to the kitchen to make myself a mug of tea and do the first Health Checks.

7sun04aPut two potatoes with some basil and sea salt into the pan on a low heat (Far too early I realised later). Too late to turn them off without spoiling them, I left them on and I’ll mash them and add the cheese and leave it until later to put them in the oven to roast.

Recognised that I’d missed doing the weighing on the checks so stripped off revealing my magnificent body (All right, enough of that laughing… hehe!) and did so. 

7sun06I’ve now completed twp weeks of records on the new spreadsheet. The weekly averages in red showed little change – until I realised I’d put today’s weight in the wrong format. Changed it now and it reads average 14.76 instead of.. oh I’ve made a mess of this altogether. I’m not sure if I can get it in Stones and Pounds? I’ll ask Tim in America if I remember to. If anyone can help, he’s the man.

7sun04As I went through to make another mug of tea, the view outside was nice. Shadows of the hill and flats with a dark sky with the sunshine sneaking through from behind. Which has now gone (The Sun)

Took the medications and applied the creams lotions and ear oil.

I find myself wanting to be doing something all the while in an effort to avoid thinking of the bank problems and if I stop, the ailment pains seem more noticeable?

7sun05 Sorted out the second draw of medications where I keep the daily doses when set-up, and some creams, ulcer medicine (Even though not very effective) and the BP machine.

I opened the window to clean the edge and was surprised at how cold it was. The internal thermometer was reading 60°f – 16°c. That’ll teach me to leave things alone – I knocked the flask off of the shelf as I shut the window. Needless to say, it broke!

Depressed even further now.

Back on the computer and did the diary posts to date. Had a dizzy a while ago, but it was not bad at all and only lasted a minute or so.

7sun02aDid some graphicalisationing on Corel Draw & Corel Paint.

This was the last one of three I got finished off.

Took a good while, during which the door chime rang out!

Nervous but excited I opened the door, naturally expecting a busty female in need of compassion, or Olive calling, or BJ or Sister calling or maybe even I’d won something?

No, it was a neighbour wanting some 20p pieces so he could use the launderette.

Had some nice comments received on the WordPress blog.

Went on Facebook, but without my usual zest. Worried about the bank situation too much and what will happen tomorrow.

1mon02Sliced the boiled red spuds up and into the oven for an hour. Garden peas in the saucepan. Beetroots, sliced apple, silverskin pickled onions and pork & mushroom pate all onto the plate ready.

Fell asleep for a while, but woke in time and got the nosh served up with a lemon yoghourt.

I’d not done much other than fret and computer work all day, so it was no surprise that I could not get to sleep, even watching the TV didn’t send me off into the land of nod.

Well gone midnight before I drifted into the hellish dreams again.



I’ll start with just what is a Whoopsiedangleplop,

It’s when the accidents, mishaps and calamities don’t stop,

Inanimate things break, disappear & if breakable, these you’ll drop,

 The surgeon takes poorly when doing your hernia op,

Your brain power is of 50cc in power, others have a turboprop,

Some go hang-gliding or skiing, you visit the bookshop,

For a self-treat some buy themselves a Jaguar or BMW soft-top,

A Whoopsiedangleplopper treats himself to an orange lollipop,

Other blokes may have a perm, but you’ve no hair on top,

Whoopsedangleplopper’s, too soft, you won’t even tread on a snowdrop,

Blokes work on their cars in the garage or workshop,


You polish your Pensioner’s bus pass as you wait at the bus stop,

Men give their partners Caviar, you make yours do with chips & a rollmop,

And Whoopsiedangleplopper’s, buy their clothes from the charity shop.

Common sense, confidence, social skills, Whoopsiedangleploppers? No ability!


Born, but unwelcomed into the world, a pity,

Whoopsiedangleplops followed him with great ubiquity,

He was surrounded my anger, hatred and mendacity,

But tried all his life to be kind, caring and witty,

Worked hard not to become a burden or a liability,

He soon learned to despise hatred, the selfish and nihility,

But to free himself of Whoopsiedangleplops he had no ability,

Dragged up in slums, he did not want nobility,

Thrown into the canal, that was no farcicality!

He yearned for a family and happiness in any quantity,

But he got just unintended iniquity, 

Left school at fourteen, little education or capability,

Into a bed and breakfast dwelling, turned to alcohol, life was shitty.


Got a partner and lost her soon, then a new disability,

The ailments he accrued with great persistency,

Deafness, colour blindness, duodenal ulcer with rapidity,

New mechanical ticker valve, done my Dr Ivan Moskovsky,

Then his hernia, being shot, and Anne Gyna appeared,

As he anticipated more ailments came over the years,

Broke his leg, ankles and rheumatoid  arthritis appears,

Then his reflux valve stuck to add to his fears.

Crushed his big toe, then he got colitis another disability,

Made redundant when turned 62, life was not very pretty,

Made redundant twice more, life now full of instability,

Eight years later, still full of gullibility,

Moves into the flat, feeling great inferiority,

Since which nothing has gone right much at all,

Not that life has ever been a ball…

I face each new day filled with trepidity.

Thinking, how today will show my stupidity,

I’m bound to once again display my ineffectivity,

I’d love to find and show some intrepidity.


In support of the Outer Peruvian Pregnant Kangaroo Appreciation Society

Inchcock Today Friday 30th September 2016


Friday 30th September 2016

After a night of ups and downs for WRWWs and dreams not recallable, I fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and once more to the porcelain. Little Inchy was a bit red and sore, and the lesion area looked like it is about to crack again. Oh heck!

5fri02Back into the front room where I spotted the written reminder about the Iceland delivery coming today twixt 1200 > 1400hrs under Koala Katie.

I greeted her with “Good morning and thanks, petal” and brushed her nose…

Insanity comes so easily as you age!

img_0267Remembered also the District Nurses will be calling sometime today to give me the Enoxaparin injections.

I can recall the last ones I had.

All those horrible looking blood blotches on my rather flabby well-endowed stomach. Hehe! But there was no pain with em.Must memorise I’ve to go Monday for the INR tests, and Tuesday for the Flu Jab. BJ said he’d take me to the laundry Tuesday, so hopefully, I can get the washing in the machine and nip over and up the road to have the jab done.

Must memorise I’ve to go Monday for the INR Warfaring Blood tests, and Tuesday for the Flu Jab. BJ said he’d take me to the laundry Tuesday, so hopefully, I can get the washing in the machine and nip over and up the road to the surgery and have the jab job done. Flu jab, the job was done. Try saying that when you’ve had a few jars, Hehehe!

Washed the pots I’d left in the sink last night. Another WRWW and got the laptop on.

Checked the weather for Nottingham, not that I was going anywhere with Iceland and the nurses due to call. Today and tomorrow forecasted rain and plenty of it, and the temperature was to fall, today 48°f -9°c and down to 6°c tonight? Did I read that right? Brrr!

5fri03I had hoped to get to see Sister Jane and Brother-in-Law Pete today. Thought I might get to call in the arboretum to see the Mallards too.

Thought I might get to call in the arboretum to see the Mallards on the way there or back, too. But there you go the best-laid plans…

Did the WordPressing, then spent a few hours graphicalisationing again.

5fri04I did one for Jane and Pete.

Took a while to get it right, but I enjoyed it… well you do, when it comes out okay don’t you?

Another WRWW, getting worrying this is now.

I emailed a copy to them. Hope that they like it.

Checked the emails and Google Diary, both the nurses and the Iceland delivery had been done… although I can’t remember doing the nurses one? Huh!

Must get to visit Olive as soon as the two visitors have been today. I need another telling off! She is excellent at it. Hahaha!

Set about starting a graphic of the TFZer lasses and lads.

Hours later now, just got it finished.


Into the wetroom and ablutionisationing completed, carbolic soap and citrus body spray today.

Off to visit Olive. She was in better form today, but only told me off once. Chinwag and a cuddle and kiss, and I had to get back to the flat in case the nurses or the Iceland man visited.

Mashed up the boiled potatoes and added cheese and mashed and smashed em up together with white vinegar, butter and a little origami. No, oregano, Tsk!

The Iceland man cometh. put the fodder away, but had to dish some frozen stuff from the fridge to make room for the frozen stuff that came. What a clot!

Seconds later nurses arrived, in a bit of a rush they were, soon got the Enoxaparin injected, said they would email me with the results of the test they took and told me they would return Monday morning, I explained that I had an appointment to have an INR blood test Monday at the surgery. They seemed concerned about this and one of them made a phone call. The nurse finished her call and told me my appointment was for 0900hrs, the surgery will inform them of the results and they would email me about whether they will or will not be returning. A pair of affable, pleasant ladies. I thanked them and off they shot to tend to their next victim… I mean patient. Hehe! 

5fri05Got the meal prepared. The meal consisted of the Tasty cheesy mash with a beef slice, tinned garden peas, tomatoes, chestnuts, tomatoes and a Cox’s apple, skinned and cubed

Did some work on an idea I’ve got for a humorous poem. (Not very good, it needs more work or scrapping altogether methinks) Tsk!

Got the meal ready, I liked this one a lot. I tried doing different mashed cheesy potatoes today, used small boiled ones, mashed them all up in their husks, then baked them.

TV on to watch a Law & Order DVD, but gave up the battle after several nodding-off sessions and having to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner for WRWW’s.

Put the pots to soak in the bowl in the sink. Head down and the dreams seemed to start immediately. Wish I could recall more of them, but when I got up for one of the many more WRWW sessions I endured: bits about Sister Jane unhappy in Italy and romantic activities with Grizelda from the distant past came to mind?

A lousy night really, tired as I was when I spurted into life for yet another WRWW around 0200hrs (Must mention this to the nurse on Monday), I could not get back to sleep. Humph!

Inchcock Today Thursday 29th September 2016: Tenants Social Hour day


Thursday 29th September 2016

0255hrs: Aching all over, sneezing and coughing I awoke pondering on the dreams I’d had. I was in a queue of people at St Peters Gate… a group of bearded men walking down the line and they all stopped at me, and drew a cross in marker pen on my chest? That is the only bit I can recall in any detail, although later I think I was in a boat that was sinking?

I  could feel the benefit of my trying last night to increase the heat from the storage heaters, but think I might have overdone it a bit. The place felt warm and snug I thought.

Thinking it was later than it was, I extracted myself from the working perfectly again £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled into the kitchen, took the medications and made a brew.

Got the vegetables prepared and into the slow cooker Crock-Pot, the potatoes in a saucepan on a low heat.

Good news from the WRHD session, no struggle, only the tiniest bit of blood from Haem Aroid, and Little Inchy no bleeding at all. Anne Gyna, Duo Denal and Roger Rea Flux all being kind to me. The odd sneeze now and them, but Nae bother.

Got the Social Hour things in the bag ready for later. Laptop on and started this off and finished yesterday’s post.

Did much graphicalisationing and Facebooking for a few hours.

Checked emails: Then did an order for Iceland.

Got the ablutions done, and smelling sweet again, I went off to visit Olive. She might not be in, though, today is her Scrabble session, I think.

Olive was in, she told me off, for forgetting her Scrabble day is on a Tuesday. She was not available for a cuddle or gossip, though, as she was just going into the shower to do her ablutions. I apologised and left.

4thu06Off to the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Hut.

It was bit windy this morning, but the sky looked fabulous to me?

I had a walk around both blocks of apartments and back to the front of them.

On the greenery between the chestnut 4thu05trees, as I turned around to go to the Community Shed, I noticed how my shadow looked rather amusing, with me legs apparently elongated somewhat.


So I took a photograph of it to give you a laugh like.

Wandered over to and into the hut, where I received my second telling-off of the day from the two tenants who run the session.

I had arrived too early.

Then, as I leant the bag on the edge of a table to get the raffle prizes out to put on the end one, she told me not to put my bag on the table, and gave me a highly disapproving stare!

Oh dear, what a start to the day.

4thu02 4thu03

4thu04Not so many folks there this week. Bill and BJ turned up, though. Most people seemed to have a real happy time. Funny, this week, there was were only three of us on out table instead of the usual six

Funny, this week, there was only three of us on our table instead of the usual six.

But that didn’t stop the raffle prizes being won on it, I won one, Bill won four, BJ won three and good old Eddy won Six!

The others there didn’t half give us some stick for that! Hehehe!

The reflux valve started to play up, and I thought I’d leave, only a few minutes later than usual, to get some medicine down me.

Called at Olive’s on the way, no answer.

2dos02To the porcelain for a WRWW first, then had a swig of the Aludrox, stirred the Crock-pot vegetables, turned off the now boiled potatoes 2dos01and got the laptop on to do a post about Mike Steeden’s poetry book.

Did a humorous graphic to go with it.

Took a few hours, but I was mildly pleased with the resultant effort.

Feeling a bit tired now, but why?

Had a go on Facebook and checked the emails.

Got the Cumberland pie in the oven. About 40 minutes to go and I should be serving up the pie with the Crock-Pot vegetables and new potatoes… better get to the porcelain. Hehe!

4thu07By gum that were good!

New Potatoes, Cumberland Pie with cheese, onions, swede, carrots, leeks, garden peas, mash, minced beef, delicious gravy.

Two slices wholemeal bread thins, followed by lemon drizzle and a Cox’s apple.
Mmm! 9/10

Felt done-in now! Sudden weariness.

Settled to watch some TV and managed to, as well for a few hours. Then the calls for a WRWW came thick and fast. Up out of the £300 second-hand recliner, to the porcelain, back to the recliner, kip for a while, up out of the…