Inchcock – Thursday 7th February 2019: The day started off well – then got worserer and worserer, mentally and medically! Humph! Tsk!

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Thursday 7th February 2019

Finnish: Torstai 7. Helmikuuta 2019

GCPram23:40hrs: Woke and tried my best to recall a dream I’d been having. About childhood and schooldays I think, I can’t recall any detail at all, but have the ‘feeling’ that I didn’t enjoy it.

The urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so I manipulated my grossly stomached body from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner, and off to the WC. Amazingly, I had little bother getting free of the chair, standing up or hobbling to the wet room at all!

GC scowl Wd BLACK Got settled on the Throne, the evacuation took all of three seconds and was a right messy-sloppy affair. But this did not grab my attention much at the time, because the moment the movement began, Back-Pains-Brenda kicked-off around the kidney area, lower back on the right, and has stayed with me on and off all day! It feels like an intense but dull aching pain, no stabbing, just persistent while it lasts, and that varies from ten minutes to an hour or two? What next! Oy gevalt! I rubbed plenty of the Phorpain Gel into the area, but do not have a lot of faith in it doing much to relieve the situation. I dare not take any extra painkillers, cause I’m on my maximum allowed at the moment. What with Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis’s knees and the left ankle and heel; now being joined by Brenda-Back-Pain and the kidneys. I wonder if the back pain is splanchnic? And boy, am I tired all the time lately! At least I got to book an appointment with Dr Vindla for next Thursday. I hope things don’t viliorate in the meantime. But I suspect my own senescence will be the cause of whatever this new debilitating ailment turns out to be.

Got the porcelain cleaned up and disinfected, washed the dandies, felt sorry-for-myself and went to get the Health Checks done. As like yesterday, I was getting the accoutrements gathered, and had to have a wee-wee again. Today, they seem to be of the SSNSWW (Short-Sharp-No-Sensation-Wee-wee), variety, up to now, anyway.

Back to the kitchen again.

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4Thu01At least the Sys and Dia had come down a good bit. The temperature had gone up a tad. Not that I fully understand it all yet. As for the weight, I’d sooner not mention that; else it will get Sister Jane annoyed and set her off on one her ‘Shame-Inchcock-For-being-Fat-Missions’ again! Hehe! 

Got the medications taken, and had to trot back to the wet room for another Porcelain Throne session. Tsk!

4Thu02Another super-quick, spurty, liquified, messy evacuation.

Checked out the pins (legs). They seemed to have far less fluid in them this morning. Still misshaped and rock hard though. And now, the left leg is bigger than the right one – opposite to yesterday. Confusing, innit?

I can see an unhappy face just above the Arthur Itis affected left knee in this photo, it even seems to have a moustashe! Can you? Hehehe! 

I started to update and finalise the unhappy Wednesday blog. Got it finished and posted off and went on the WordPress Reader. Then caught up with the comments.

I caught up with Facebooking, which took a long time, a really long time with all the photos I’d missed putting on the albums. Klutz!

I gorrit done, eventually, Phew! Now I’ll get some brekkers! Had some porridge.

Got the ablutions done, and sorted out the nibbles and prizes for the Social Hour and got them in the bag.

4Thu03aWd BLACK The pins and ankle were starting to kick off again. Ah, well!

The drizzle looked threatening, but not to me, I was only going to the Social Hut today. Cause I didn’t feel all that good. Poor old thing, Hehe!

Took the black bags to the waste chute, and set off down in the lift and out onto Chestnut Walk.

4Thu04Angela was waiting to go out, I got the umbrella out and covered her as we hobbled in the rain to the hut. I turned to take a photo of Woodthorpe and the New Winwood Court and the Oberstgruppenführer Wardens new holding-cells and offices.

I got in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon lecture room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like China crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. A good crowd today, but I with my feeling under the weather and the damned legs giving grief I was struggling. Then Dizzy Dennis joined in the ‘Let’s give Inchcock more pain’ brigade.

I feel sure I enjoyed most of the meeting, but memories are not specific. Jenny I recall was on good form, bless her. I think I left early, cause I found photographs that triggered memories in the morning.

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I got in and did two Health Checks straight away, and took the medications early, cause my EQ told me I was about to fade alertness-wise and this means memory blanks. Feeling-sorry-for-myself-Mode-Engaged. Tsk!

4Thu08I grabbed something to eat, eggs, sausages and bread with a dessert while I was still awake and aware.

I know this cause I found this photo on the SD card in the morning.

The wee-weeing seems to have stopped altogether, don’t know if that is good or bad, cause the legs are filled up and hard, still?

4Thu09I do vaguely recall taking this beautiful shot of the sky later. I think.

I fell asleep at a ridiculous time and just kept on waking up, the TV on, nodding off, waking up, nodding off, waking… well, you get the idea.

Terrible night!

I must get all this written down, to tell the Doctor about things.

TTFN.

Inchcock – Wednesday 6th February 2019: Stuck indoors day, started fairly good, ended badly. Hey-Ho!

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2019 Feb 06

Wednesday 6th February 2019

Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 6. Febrúar 2019

WD 102.0.74 23:25hrs: I woke and almost automatically checked to see how far off the Emergency Grey Bucket was away from the £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner I was perched half-on, half-off of, it was. I felt the twinges from Back-Pain-Brenda as I attempted to move my onerously overlarge body into the getting up position, it dawned on me that I didn’t need a wee-wee at all! Amazed I was, well, until I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet yesterday. The pins felt very hard this morning, so I must have one today. But it was nice not to have to keep getting up regularly to utilise the bucket overnight, and I felt more rested than I have for many a morning.

I got up on my feet pretty quickly and went to do the Health Checks. As is usual lately, the call came for the Porcelain duties as I got out the paraphernalia to do the checks. A messy evacuation, but at least there was no blood loss from the front or rear end. Cleaned things up and washed the dandies.

Back into the kitchen.

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3Wed01aWD 102.0.74 Well, I was surprised to see how the Sys had gone down such a lot, but the Dia had gone up a lot as well!

I must see if I can find out what this means on the internet. If I put in Sys 132 – Dia 84 okay? Later, I might get some indications about it. I’m waffling again, Sorry.

I decided to get this done straight away, while it was in my head and not gone off into the 3Wed05ether, like so much stuff tends to do nowadays. Humph!

WD 102.0.74 This reading was almost in the pre-high band I think. It was the rest of the week’s readings that were in the red completely! Oh dear! Bamboozlement, confusion, and uncertainty now reign’s within my admittedly limited brain box! I suppose, because the Sys has been so high for so long, I began to accept it as usual? I’ve kept a copy of the graph to use.

Every time the nurse or doctor take my blood pressure, it seems to be alright? More Mysteries of  Tenant of and his Woodthorpe Court flat that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum! (Thanks to Tim Price – author of this perfect description of me and my home!) Hehehe!

WD 102.0.74 Back to the kitchen and took the medications, including, very bravely I thought; a Furesomide tablet. Taking a mug of tea with me back to the computer, I got a second calling to the Porcelain Throne! The one was really extra messy. What’s going on? Made worse by some bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion.

I had a check of the pins. I’m sure there is less 3Wed001fluid in them than yesterday, or not as the case may be. I got my socks on, but the legs were just as hard to bend and get up and the hosiery on as they were yesterday. A couple of new papsules had appeared, yet others had disappeared. More Mysteries!

Back again to the computer and the now cold tea. Oy Vey!

Went to make another brew. I got the cleaned and refreshed Emergency Grey Bucket relocated in a handy position near the computer just in case.

And boy, was I glad I had done so five minutes later when the first of many wee-wees arrived. An extremely long hose-pipe-blasting splash-back-creating painful one, it was. I was worn out by the time it stopped. Haha! All following wee-wees were of the SNSWWs (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) class. Which can be tricky when you are unsure if things have finished or not! There were plenty of them throughout the day. A good job I have no appointments that need me to go out, far from the bucket or a WC! Hopefully, when the legs get used to the medication again, the wee-wees might become less frequent? I hope!

3Wed03I pressed on with the long job of updating the Tuesday post. I didn’t get it finished until around 05:50hrs, I think it was. It was getting light by the time I went to make a brew again. (All the others I made went cold, Tsk!)

My hands suddenly went from a reddish colour to a pale whitishness? Why? More Mystery!

07:30hrs: Eventually I around to starting today’s blog going. When I heard the oddest sounds. Bleep, bleeping and Pheow, pheow sounds? I checked around each room, and even got on the step ladder so I could see out from the kitchen window – but nothing seen as to the cause of these noises? Didn’t sound like anything the workmen have been making?

I had still not a mug of tea, so an hour or so later, I went to get one. Tap, tap and knock knock this time from Herberts flat above. So, I assumed Big John (Herbert) was building one of his toys, or the workmen were in his flat doing something and didn’t bother about the annoying concentration destroying niggling tap tapping.

I went on the Morrison site and took some things off of my order, and added a couple of others. The tap-tapping tuned to drilling noises, so now I know it is the workmen above. I gave up trying doing the blog altogether.

Got some brekkers sorted. Sweet and Sour Porridge… hahaha! Only joking!

Sister Jane rang as I started to eat it. (I said that her Pete had left a CCTV camera in the flat didn’t I? Hahaha!)

After I had received my instructions, reprimanded for eating too many potatoes and bread, then been told off for not cleaning out the spare room. I was saved any more excoriations, by of all things another timely intervention of an SNSWW, that needed an immediate response. Utilised the Emergency Grey Bucket.

Finished the now cold breakfast, and went in to get the potato in the oven.

WD 102.0.74 Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had a sudden go at me, and I began to feel so unwell, especially with Back-Pain-Brenda in the kidney area as well.

WD 102.0.74 I managed to get the nosh sorted, but I’d put the potato in the oven and not turned it on! I found out when I went to check to see how the spud was coming along. What a Nebekh!

Turned it on and with my concentration shattered by the pain, I just sat watching clips on YouTube for about two hours till the potato was ready to be cut in half and be mixed with the cheese, then returned to the husks and back in the oven to brown off. With intermissions of course to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket!

3Wed28Despite feeling so rotten, I ate nearly all of it up.

Had to get up for another SNSWW.

Washed the pots, and sat down and just drifted off into the land of Nod.

Amazingly, I slept through for about five hours, without waking for a wee-wee!

 

Inchcock – Tuesday 5th February 2019: Medical mayhem. So nothing new there, then. Hehe!

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2019 Feb 05

Tuesday 5th February 2019

Hawaiian: Pepeluali 5 Feberuari 2019

WD 51.51.153 23:15hrs: The instant I woke, the brain engaged a panic mode and instructed me to escape the clutches of the oh, so comfortable and warm £300 second-hand, 1968 rusty recliner and get my well-padded, broad-in-the-beam, blobby-bulky body to the Emergency-Grey-Bucket ASAP. The wee-wees had turned back into SHSWWs (Short-Hosepipelike-Sensationless-Wee-wees) again. I even found myself looking up afterwards to see if any splashback had reached the ceiling! 

I went to make a brew of tea, and the regular as clockwork recently call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. The evacuation was a large messy one – No time for reading the Victoria Wood biography book on this visit.

The inspection of the pins found that both legs seemed to be less a little filled than last night. At least I think so. Amazing how these Furosemides are so quick and effective, after taking just the one tablet yesterday. But looking back on Monday, it was in the afternoon when they blew-up so. I’ve still got one pin fatter than the other one, though. I am getting confused with my thinking now.

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Also, I’ve not had my shower and tried to get the socks on yet. The sheer effort and pain of doing sock fitting yesterday remained vivid in my mind. Dread Mode Adopted.

But, I felt no ignavia or ambivalence, even a touch of sang-froid lingered for a while until I clouted my elbow bending down to get a bottle of disinfectant for the Emergency Grey Bucket. Haha!

A good clean up, and back to the tea-making. Then I got the Health Checks done.

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WD 51.51.153 BP high again, at least its been consistent so far this week.

I got the computer going to make a start on the Monday post finalisationing. Well, blow me down; Back to the Porcelain Throne! The evacuation was just like the first one but with a far higher volume? There was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold this time either.

WD 51.51.153 Back to the updating of the blog. Which took me a few hours to complete and send off to WordPress. Interspersed with many SHSWWs and the need to empty and sanitise the Emergency Grey Bucket as well. Tsk!

Went to make another brew of tea, and realised I had not taken the morning medications yet. Klutz! So I did, but not taking a Furesomide, I’ll leave that until I get back from the surgery. I might have problems holding things back on the walk to Sherrington Park as it is. Thinking about it, yesterdays chronic pains form the lower right side of the back, just might have been caused by my trying to keep on to things too long, maybe, perhaps?

I went on the WP reader, then made a start on this post.

2Tue06Brekkers with a difference, today. Sharwood sweet & sour noodles, Polish sourdough bread and a potent brew of Glengettie tea! And, I enjoyed it, too!

With trepidation, I got the ablutions started. This time, in fear of the sprinkler not working, I started with the shower first for a change, and it worked fine. Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery! As Tim Price says: “I think your flat is somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum!” I wish I’d thought of saying that! Hahaha!

Then I got the teggies done and shaved. Medicated the areas in need, and got dressed with the greatest of effort and not a little pain. (The damned getting the socks on and keeping the fluid-filled balloon-like heavy reluctant to bend legs up high enough while keeping one hand on the wall, so I don’t tumble over, and getting the sock on, using the other hand, is I assure you, one of the hardest tasks of the flipping day!) I feel this activity will prove my downfall soon. So demanding a job, it is. Moan over!

I made up a small recycling bag and a couple of black ones of waste and took them to the waste chute while I thought of it. Then gathered the paperwork and list of things to remember and set out on my little hobble to the doctor’s surgery. This is the route taken.

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2Tue07The Winwood Court new building is coming along. Not much exterior work to be done, mostly inside jobs left, fitting out the forty-three or so Extra-Care flats and the Oberstgruppenführeress Warden’s resident-holding-cells and offices, now. Hehehe!

Not too cold this morning, no rain or fog either. 2Tue08But the ground underfoot was, to say the least, a bit dodgy in places along Chestnut Walk.

The ball of the left foot was giving me a lot of hassle with the sharp pains. During the day, this aggro seemed to come and go. Another Mystery!

2Tue09Walking down Winchester Street hill to Mansfield Road, I noticed that the other Mystery, the white patterned Nottinghamian Street Art ladies shoes, had been moved several feet and the poo remained inside one of them? Hmm!

I pressed shufflingly on. I was going so slow, 2Tue10even I recognised it, and the limping got worse when it came more painful to use the left heel at times. Particularly when going uphill. I felt a right handicapped old git. I must have looked a little pathetic to others, so slow and gingerly, did I move.

2Tue10aShuffling along the main road the traffic was jammed.

Up the hill, and I came across some more Nottinghamian Street Art. Tsk!

My pace was slowing all the time. I decided to book an appointment today to see Dr Vindla so I could explain things to her about the water retention and the side-effects of the Furesomide tablets when I get to the surgery. 

2Tue11Nearing the top of the brow of the hill, this nescient, obnoxious, uncaring, dangerous, indifferent, unconcerned, casual, blasé, menacing, and threatening Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came from behind me, very close to my body, making me jump. He cycled across the pelican-lights to the other pavement, stopping the traffic, not that they were moving much, though.  I took a rest from the painful limping along and watched him as he did so. But my prayers were not answered, and no car hit him, and he didn’t fall off of his bike either. Tsk! Ah-well!

2Tue11aWalking a bit better after the rest, over the hill and down into Carrington I plodded.

I called into the chemist to confirm when I could pick up the next prescriptions. March 4th was given to me.

Then went into Lidl and got mini-tomatoes, yoghourt, cooked meat trimmings, a pork pie and some Sopocka. £10.74 worth. The best story of this shopping tale is of my efforts on the self-serve checkout! I was doing well until it got to the pork pie… the red light came on, and a mechanical voice spoke to me. But it was so low, I could not understand what was being said? After a few minutes, I considered leaving the stuff, as no assistance had arrived. When one did come, the red light mysteriously turned back to green? He spoke to me in a low voice, but I could not understand him either. So he raised his voice as he got annoyed – still not recognisable, and he shot off. Oh, dearie me!

Delayed by this farce, I feared I’d get to the surgery late for the appointment. But I got there with minutes to spare. The atmosphere in the reception seemed much lighter for some reason. I asked for some more Furesomide and quickly told her of the problem, and could I have an appointment to see Dr Vindal. She was on holiday! No decision about any surgical socks being granted could be made by any locum. So after much banter and my getting confused by all the things I was being told. I thanked them, just as Nurse Nichole arrived to collect me.

It’s such a pleasure to be treated by someone like Nichole. A chinwag and laugh were enjoyed because the bleeding just did not want to stop after taking the blood. I mentioned my problems to her. Thanked her, gave her a nibble and departed. She followed me and spoke with the receptionists about me. It turned out that they had made an appointment for me to see my doctor, for Thursday after next, on the 14th of February at 0850hrs. Then, 0900hrs for my Shingles Innoculation. Then 0915hrs with the nurse for my INR blood test! That’s unfortunately cocked up my Winwood Social hour for that day! She wrote down all the times for me. Then she asked me to fill in a questionnaire about today’s visit satisfaction. So, I did. I dropped the pen, and was struggling to pick it up, a young lady shot over and picked it up for me. Bless her! I thanked her muchly. Handed in the now filled-in form with the receptionist’s nibble bag, and off out.

I checked the time, it was 55 minutes before the L9 would arrive in Sherwood. No rush then, I foolishly decided to walk back instead of catching the bus. Started the limp back, with a bit of confusion in my head. Had I ordered the Furesomide or not?

2Tue12aI had a look in Charity Shop in Sherwood near the Library. Didn’t buy anything.

When I came out, this animal of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist weaved speedily through a crowd of folk at the bus stop and sped off up Mansfield Road. The Swine!

2Tue12bI continued my way along, now in the wrong frame of mind over the git on a bike incident!

I called in the Continental Food Centre and had a wander around. I came out with a mandarin fruit, Strawberry filled croissant, (I’ve never tried these before – they were horrible!) and a large potato to make some cheesy baked out off!

From there, I limped up to Winchester Street, to catch the bus up the two stops back to the flat, my foot and legs would never have made it walking back up without too much pain for me.

2Tue12dSomeone had even created a piece of Nottinghamian Street Art on the bus stop, by sticking an emptied Pizza Box behind it! Some people!

I caught the bus, and Mo, Doreen and Pete were all sat near where I did. I little natter for the short distance home was enjoyed. Dorren shot in the hut, Pete belted off at a high rate of knots leaving Mo and me to walk back to Woodthorpe Court, and have more laughs and chinwagging.

I stayed down with Mo as she took a breather in the lobby seat. Doreen caught us up, and an excellent entertaining nattering session ensued. Olive came down to collect her washing, and the laughs did flow between us all. In the lift with the gals, and on the way up that dreaded tightness that indicates the desperate need for a wee-wee arrived. I explained to Olive and shot off to the wet room in the flat.

Having not taken any Furesomide yet today, the wee-wee was an SSPWW style.

I did the Health Checks belatedly and took the medications. Not taking any Furesomide, or I would be up all night using the Emergency Grey Bin! Tsk!

I got the potato nugget in the oven. Put the fodder away and wrote down the dates for the appointments on the pad to add to the diary in the morning. Then, as I was sure I would fall asleep early after the excesses of the day, I did the last Health Checks, so as not to miss them later.

2Tue12fI prepped the meal plate and made the sandwiches ready to add the nuggets later.

The meal looked a bit bare, but it wasn’t, I’d laid it out on a plastic serving tray instead of a plate.

It was still far too much for me to eat anywhere near all of it. Humph! I’d have thought I’d had had more appetite after the walking and hassle I’d been through today. Most of it ended up in the waste bin. Shame!

2Tue12eI checked out the pins. They were no worse, perhaps even a little better than this morning? How typical of my luck, just when I get an appointment to see the doctor! Still, things with the legs and feet have been changing almost daily lately, so I’ll see how they go. Not to fret!

A fantastic range of some of my favourite programmes was on TV today. The A-Team, Londons Burning, Boon and then Pie in the Sky!

I got the washing up done and was settled down in the £300 second-hand, 1968 vintage rusty vintage 1968 recliner as the A-Team started… I lasted about five-minutes before dropping off. I woke as London Burning was finishing. I did better with Boon, I stayed awake until the first set of adverts came on. Woke about ten-minute into Pie in the Sky, nodded off and woke again, watched a few minutes and off into the land of nod again, woke when the credits were rolling down the screen. Pee’d off with myself, I turned off the telly and waited for the mind to start with its worrying, fretting and panicking… but no… I nodded off again into the bliss of sleep, and woke hours later, without having the need to wake and release any wee-wees at all!

Inchcock – Monday 4th February 2019: Fears, worries and a frantic-feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of thoughts arrived. Humph!

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2019 Feb 04

Written in Support of the Sanity Seeking Subspecies Swarm Ltd, Nottingham

Monday 4th February 2019

Dutch: Maandag 4 Februari 2019

WD 0.0.255c 23:45hrs: I was not in good fettle physically when I woke this morning. Duodenal Donald and a new ailment (pains in the left side of the lower back of the chest), were all giving me grief. Maybe I had been laying in an awkward position? I remained motionless as I awaited the brain to join me in activating. The moment I moved to reposition myself to release some bodily-gas, Back-Pain-Brenda had a go at me too! This was peeving, considering how yesterday, I woke up almost ailment free of pains, Humph!

The maneuvring of my body with its substantial, onerous attached belly from the £300 1968 rickety recliner, was the complete opposite of yesterday, as well. My arising into a semi-perpendicular position can be best described as being done painfully and wearily.

Once up and moving, the right leg gave me some aches, more than pains, around the ankle, heel, and knee. I’ve noticed this in the past few days on and off.

Off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks and medication taking sorted.

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1Mon01WD 0.0.255c The BP seemed a little high again, although it had been a lot higher at times last week. Every time I mention this to the doctor or nurse, she does a check, and it is always within an acceptable range when she does! Ah, well!

I got on the computer, using Excel, to update the graph above.

Off to the wet room to visit the Porcelain Throne. A not too messy, but prodigiously sanguinary affair, crimson red blood from the rear end, that shook and surprised me a bit. No signs of any EIBWBBBs Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, dead or alive. I had a little cogitabund with myself over this situation. Had I beaten them at last? Have they retreated? Do they hibernate? Whichever, I was pleased to see the back of them. Mind you, the tricky things have fooled me before by not appearing for days, then they come back again!

1Mon01aWD 0.0.255c Then I checked out the pins (legs). Now, it is the right leg that is fluid filled more than the left one, as was the situation yesterday morning?

Am I going mad? This surely can’t happen, can it? Have I got it wrong somewhere and misunderstood on Sunday’s checks?

A new scratch mark or long thin papsule above the left knee, was not there last time I looked? Confused is not a strong enough word to describe how I feel now. Hehehe!

I remembered I must get to the dentist today, to pay them the money I owe them, too.

Back on the computer, and updated the Sunday blog. Got it all done by 01:56hrs and posted off to WordPress.

Went on the WP Reader section. Then made a start on the Thought for Today, then tackled creating this post.

The wee-wees were often, but of such little content and painful, I considered if I should take a Furosemide or not, but decided against it, with me going out for a bit of a hobble to get some bread and pay the dentist.

I had to stop and trot (well, hobble) off to the Porcelain Throne again. The evacuation was a complete opposite to the earlier one. Phooey, messy, sticky and no blood this time at all? (Sorry about my choice of words, but they describe the difference so perfectly) Washed the dandies and onto the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

1Mon05aBack to the man room, and I nipped out onto the balcony to take a picture of Chestnut Walk below.

WD 0.0.255c As I opened the unwanted new window in the unsort-after new balcony (Keeping up 100% record of acquiring finger injury every time I used the metals spring clip) the rain caught me out as it showered over me, it was so fine, and with it being dark I did not see it from inside. Hehe! Fool! 

Had some cornflakes for brekkers.

WD 0.0.255c I went to get the ablutions done. Did the teggies and had a shave. Then, I had the nous not to get lathered up (Like I did yesterday) before I tested the water was working on the shower. Turned on the power in the hallway, back in the wet room and pressed the button. Within a few seconds, the lights flashed indicating no water and a reset was needed! So, being an old timer who as a nipperoony was brought up with only a tin bath on the wall in the back yard, that hung on the brickwork of the railway supporting wall, no hot water in the house (but we did get electricity supplied later), I know about Stand-Up washes! Bit of an expert, actually. Hehe! 

1Mon06WD 0.0.255c After drying off, it became evident that I was going to suffer from the fluid-filled legs today. I had a tough time trying to get the socks on. Both pins had now filled to what must be near maximum. I had to use my free hand to help get each of the very-heavy legs up high enough so I could get the hosiery on the feet. After many tries, each one getting the sock a little further on plates, I completed the task, and was almost exhausted!

I departed, dropping two bags down the waste chute on the way out. I met Sturmscharführeress Warden Deans in the lobby and mentioned the shower water problem to her. I was not a popular lad with her. Well, it’s Monday; so she will be up to the neck in it I imagine! She asked when I wou1Mon07ld be back, and said she would have a look at it while I’m out. Bless her cotton socks!

Out into the drizzle, but it wasn’t cold with it at all.

I crossed over Chestnut Walk and ventured up the gravel footpath to the wonderful in summer tree copse.

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1Mon11I turned back to take as hot of the Winwood Heights in all its glory. The grass outside the copse had turned to green again with the rain, I imagine.

I plodded on through the park to Mansfield Road, up the hill and down to the dentist. I apologised for not paying them on my last visit. I know I was not feeling too good that day, with Duodenal Donald if I recall correctly.

WD 0.0.255c As I sorted through the letters in my pocket to find the payment demand from the tooth-fairies, I came across the clinic letter. I did feel a fool; it’s for Wednesday not today. I nearly went as well. Tsk!

I had a meditative moment as I hobbled over the road and down to the Post Office Supermarket. I was not feeling in the best of spirits and feared that things were not going very well. There was a vacuousness, a kind of desertedness, barrenness like sensation that was bugging me, toying around in my mind. Why? I didn’t know. But it was exasperating, testing my sanity almost. My mind was the most uncomfortable, weary it has been for ages?

1Mon07dI bought a sliced loaf of Polish bread, paid for it and out onto Mansfield Road, where the rain was falling again. I opened the umbrella.

The scene with the rain, wet road and vehicle lights was almost beautiful. I walked down to the traffic lights and crossed over and up the Winchester Street hill.

WD 0.0.255c The perception, no, more than that; a real feeling of something about to take place that was going to present a downer or oppression of some sort lingered on, and it annoyed me not knowing anything for sure. I kept telling myself “Fret not, cause there is nowt you can do about it, youth!” But, as anyone who knows me will recognise: I am never happy being happy, cause I assuredly knowing, it ain’t gonna last! Ah, depression? Again, why?

1Mon08WD 0.0.255c As I sauntered up the Winchester hill, I observed as I approached the Muggers Delight Footpath entrance, that the Nottinghamian Street Art with the white shoes from Saturday, had been adorned with some roof slates, a rubber car part and an empty fag packet. The white shoes had been resited, and some woof-woof mess inside one of them had been added.

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WD 0.0.255c A little further up the hill, and I noticed that the pavement had disintegrated near the wooden panelling, I could see through the gaps ten foot or more down into someone’s garden! The tarmac was cracking, too.

WD 0.0.255c Some Nottingham dog owner had failed to remove his or her canine’s dropping as well! Tsk!

Still, yer don’t like to complain does yer. Hehehe! I shan’t be walking along this stretch again!

1Mon09aI got back to the complex and called into 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, but Deana was not in, so I poddled on along Chestnut Walk back to the flat to check-out the shower.

1Mon10The new Extra Care Block, to be named Winwood Court, was having some outside plastering done by the workmen.

We get enough misdelivered mail as it is, soon we will have another 44 flats, adding another block to confuse the mailman even more! Humph!

I got inside the apartment and checked out the shower, and it was working.

Got on with updating this morning’s miserable functions on this diary.

I was concerned about the ever-swelling pins and decided to take one Furosemide, hoping it would free-up the wee-wees and lessen the pain in the legs.

I opened a tin of BBQ baked beans, added the cooked mushrooms from the crock-pot, and got the oven warming up for the bacon later.

No more than ten minutes later; Boy, did the Furosemide take effect! The almost constant wee-wees were back to being of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting-like-Wee-wee) style. I got out the Emergency Grey Bucket, and it had a lot of use!

Got the bacon in the oven and checked if anything was on the goggle-box to watch, in between taking wee-wees, of course. Oy Vey! 

I nipped out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ,  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. Lynne was in with some other ladies, and Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and Catwalk Model Deana came in. A busy gal, she was about to go and help out at another NCH complex.

WD 0.0.255c When she told me she found nothing wrong with my shower when investigated this morning, as I did earlier when I got home, she adopted her famous “What a Pillock look” with an added lip-twist that said “The fools going potty!” sipped into the momentarily  verbalisationless conversation, and threw them at me. Of course, she may well be right on both points. There is no doubt I need help of some sort. I asked her if she knew of any cheap ‘Phycromonologists’ I might use. The best part of the whole day that was, as she smiled in response to my silliness and use of the English language. Lovely to be able to bring a smile to anyone under pressure, uptight or worried. It gladdened my metal and plastic heart, it did! Lynne was in good form, eyes twinkling and we managed a little natter. My whole outlook improved.

1Mon16WD 0.0.255c Got back to the flat, and got the nosh served up. I even had to take three wee-wees while eating! Making sure I went and washed my hands, as the meal got colder and colder. Grr!

The blood test is due at 10:00hrs in the morning. I made a note and left it on the computer screen as a reminder for myself.

Put the things in the washing up bowl to soak, and took a normal and zoomed-in shot of the beautiful skyline. By the time I took the second shot, I had needed another LHBLWW.

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WD 0.0.255c When I settle down on the rickety 1968 recliner, the minds machinations began manoeuvring around the various intrigues, ploys, stratagems and doojiggers that had suddenly decided to permeate into the grey-cells. The fears, worries and a frantic feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of cerebrations that had no relative value or interest to me? Most of the thoughts were again, repudious. Gawd knows how long they tormented me. Luckily, I had to remove my stomach bearing torso and double-their-weight fluid containing legs from the £300 second-hand recliner and make a dash for the Emergency Grey Bucket for an LHBLWW. This freed my head of the persistent ponderations. But started me musing over why the sole of the left foot is such agony to walk on, every time I have been sat down for more than a couple minutes, but the pain eases after a short while, then if I’m taking on a long hobble, it returns again.

If I don’t wake up (If I ever get to sleep that is of course) later, at least there will be a hope of some peace for my harrassed and partly uncontrollable cell-cells. Hehe!

Inchcock – Sunday 3rd February 2019: Early good luck, fortuitousness and lack of Whoopsiedangleplops/Accifauxpas made me very nervous! But I paid for this later. Humph!

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2019 Feb 03

Sunday 3rd February 2019

Greek: Κυριακή 3 Φεβρουαρίου 2019

23:25hrs: I woke in a niggly-with-myself and almost everything, mood. Thoughts, ranging from the niminy-piminy, hypocritical, sanctimonious and Pecksniffian nit-picking, all self-demeaning in nature. A lot of confusing fears, and uncertainties mingled in with these tormenting self-deprecatory insights. But, the brain had its own way, and plagued me for a few more minutes, before settling back into its ‘normal’ mode of predestinarianism and defeated-stoic-placidness. Which I appreciated it doing, I know where I am with defeatism.

I alighted the £300 second-hand 1968 rickety recliner, with no problems whatsoever. Smug-Mode Adopted (I’ll pay for this later, I usually do!). Another little pleasure was seeing the ‘Grey-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bin’ was unused! The already activated Smug-Mode satisfaction-rating increased! Hehe!

Into the kitchen, with no hassle from Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna or the ankle. (Although I could sense that Duodenal Donald was building up to share his pain with m7Sun05e) Now I am getting close to freaking-out, all this good luck, suddenly!) I found no oven, tap (faucet) or lights had been left on either!

Even the view out through the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows that come with extra glass to be cleaned. That I cannot reach to scrape off the bird poo on the outside, appeared to be extra beautiful, to me, at any rate.

WD173.2.2 I got the medications out to take this morning’s – Boing! I found last nights dosage still in the pot! And here’s me feeling better than I have done in a long time, having missed taking yesterday evening’s medications? It doesn’t add up, does it? My Smug-Mode evaporated! I decided I’d just pick out the Warfarin, Omeprazole and one Trimethoprim, to take along with the morning ones. Klutz! Did the Health Checks.

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7Sun01All of this morning’s results were looking okay to me.

I was making a brew of tea in the new porcelain mug, and it slipped out of my hand! Believe it or not, it hit the floor, bounced back up and rolled onto the top rung of the stepladder, where I grabbed it – and it wasn’t even chipped or cracked! More good luck, I’m not used to this you know! 

I got some mushrooms sliced and into the slow-cooker with light Soy sauce in the water, to marinate them for cooking later. I wish I could remember why I did this, and what was my planned food to have along with them. Sad innit?

The regular and reliable early morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room I poddled. The evacuation went well, not messy, no bleeding or any force needed at all. All this fortuitousness I’m having is making me extremely nervous!

I had a reasonable search for any signs of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the wet room. I only found one obviously dead carcass. And what looked and felt when I picked it7Sun03 up as if it had been deceased for a long time.

Then I inspected the amazingly (apart from the left ankle, heels, and toes) painless pins (Legs). Well, another change today. Now, I have a left leg with a lot of fluid in it, and the right one was almost normal? Undoubtedly, there is a reason for this… but I’m blown if I know what it is! Tsk! I hope they make use of my misshaped ever-transmogrifying body when I kick the bucket. Even if just to give the medics and laboratory people a good laugh.

And, how will affect my wee-weeing? And what about the Furesomides, if I take half a tablet how do I know which half is for which leg? Hehehe!

The stomach had gone partly back to its floppy-flabbiness shape.

I made a brew and got onto the computer to finalise the Saturday blog. Then sent it off to WordPress. Next, I made a start on this blog. But…

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It caught me by surprise after about an hour or so struggling with writing this diary, the service came back to normal. Thank you, Herr Fries.

I made a pot of porridge for breakfast and had a drink of my home-made Scottish Spring Water with orange cordial with it. Oh, and some Scottish Shorties.

7Sun07aI opened the doors to the balcony, and in seconds they were steamed up.

I opened the end window, the frost and icicle stalagmite and stalactites melted over me, my jammies and slippers, and on to the wooden slats on the floor. Tsk!

Trust me to want to make a panoramic shot of outside!

I managed to take a half-decent one though. Then I went on the CorelDraw and added an anaemic faced photograph of me to it. Hehe!

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Went on TFZer Facebooking next, to catch up with yesterdays and this morning’s pictures on the albums. Some hilariously fun stuff on there today.

I went to check on the crock-pot mushrooms, then added some butter to the Morrison order for next Friday.

Went on the WordPress Reader next.

Got the chips and lamb burgers in the oven, and readied things to settle and enjoy the very early meal.

I was about to remove the cooked lamb and chips (Fries) from the oven, and the landline chirped into life.

It was Brother-in-law Pete. It was Janes and his Wedding Anniversary today! He could hardly believe it was 52 years since they hitched up! They emigrated to Australia years later. Then returned to the UK for a holiday and decided to stay. Gone from strength to strength ever since, bless em!

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 I mentioned to Pete that I was about to have my meal. I got his mocking laugh in return, with “Yea, you did the same to us last week when you rang! Hehehe!” Being a gadget freak, I reckon our Pete has planted one of his covert CCTV cameras in my flat, you know! Cause the amount of times he rings when I’m on the Throne, just going out of the door or sitting down to eat, is suspicious! Hahaha!  I often wondered why he goes nosing around, looking in rooms, drawers, and cupboards on the odd time they call to see me. I’d try and fit one in their mansion, but he has them CCTV things in every room of his dwelling, and I wouldn’t know how to set them up anyway. I’ll have to have a search to try and find Pete’s planted cameras. Hehe!

We had a good natter as the smell of burning permeated into the room from the kitchen. Nottingham Forest, their marriage and other topics were bandied about, which I enjoyed.

What an anniversary for them: 52-years together in marriage! I started to sing: ♫ And it don’t seem a day too long… ♫ I suggested that with Jane being a Cliff Richard fan, he plays Cliff’s “Congratulations” hit to her. After our farewells and best wishes, he rang off, and I made my way into the kitchen with fingers-crossed to check on the fodder in the oven!

7Sun38Well, all was fine, amazing. The meal was consumed with great relish and a sourdough baguette!

Did the Health Checks, the Sys and Dia were still a bit high.

I got settled with the intention of watching some TV, in the certain knowledge that it always send me off to sleep – But No! Not this time. As the rubbish from the telly came through the headphones, it was ignored! All I got was a stronger message from the barmy brain, pointing out my failings, errors, blunders and actions that I’d sooner forget – a constant stream of wrengths to be fretted and ashamed about! Many of my past miscellaneous misapprehensions, misperceptions, misjudgements, misestimations, misinterpretations, misunderstandings and mistakes that I could not help but reflect on and rue!

It felt like hours and hours that I tormented myself for no apparent reason, other than the brain wanted me to, and I was guilty of each incident, choice or decision anyway. I hope this never happens again. Tsk!

Inchcock – Saturday 2nd February 2019: Odd sort of day. Got a hobble in, was in a right grumpy state of mind today. Tsk!

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2019 Feb 02

Saturday 2nd February 2019

Welsh: Sadwrn 2 Chwefror 2019

WD 0.77.77 00:45hrs: What a mess of a night! Forever waking and nodding-off repeatedly for hours and hours! When I did wake, and the brain engaged its usual imitation of modus operandi, my first thought was, “Well, that was a waste of time!” (Trying to sleep).

WD 0.77.77 Signs of nocturnal nibbling were spotted, crumbs on the expanse of the stomach folds and craters, and liquorice allsorts sweet on the recliner arm… but this realisation was lost when I spotted something even I found astounding:

6Sat06WD 0.77.77 The swollen legs had gone down at last, but the obese midriff was now a massive blown-up balloon, that had expanded surely as far as it is possible for it to become distended, without exploding! Let’s hope I don’t prick myself with anything sharp! Hahaha!

Taking this photo, and Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger kicked off. So, off to the kitchen to get some medications and do the Health Checks. But first, the challenge of removing my even more-bulbous-body than usual, from the nocturnal nibbling residue-covered £300 second-hand, 1968, rickety, rusty recliner! (Try saying that mouthful when you’ve had a few drinks! Haha!) But, I was well-pleased with the ease in which I manipulated my torso from the chair. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I took an extra Ramipril and Omeprazole in the hopes of easing the pain for Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald. Then I got the Health Checks done.

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WD 0.77.77 Cor blimey! The Sys showed 203 and the Dia 80! Still, the others seemed okay. I’ll take the second reading early, to put my mind at rest. Why do these splanchnic problems always happen at the weekend when there is no help available! Grumph!

6Sat03The view from the kitchen window has an airliner flying across the sky, so I took this photographicalisation.

But by the time I fetched the camera to take the shot, it had gone or disappeared behind some clouds perhaps. But a picturesque contrasting effort, all the same, I thought.

Porcelain Throne demands arrived, so off to the wet room I plodded. The evacuation was a little messy, but no complaints, I’ve had much worse before, and no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold!

This picture provides proof that the pins fluid retention had reduced dramatically. And, no new spider-veins, papsules or blood-swells, either. Good! Only a dr6Sat02op of liquid in the ankles this morning. Thanks to Lona, Jenny, Sandie and the others for their advice. ♥

But, the ginormous bloated stomach that came on overnight remains. Ah well, it could be much nastier, and many folks are far worse off than I am.  I felt a lot better than yesterday. Maybe I will take a hobble to Daybrook later, to see if the B&M store there has any Glengettie tea bags on sale?

I got the computer going and did my best to finalise yesterdays diary. A lot of it I couldn’t remember at all with my getting the dizzies and shakes as I did last night. I thought I’d missed the medications and not had any meal. But I found the dosage pots for last night empty,  and a photo of a tray of tomatoes and bacon meal! I got the diary finished eventually and sent it off to WordPress.

I got on with starting this blog. During which, there were very few wee-wees needed.

I got corn flakes for my brekkers and watched a YouTube video while eating it.

Went on WP Reader and answered comments.

WD 0.77.77 Got the ablutions tended to, and worra farce it was! All went well with doing the teggies and shaving, then I got under the shower and got myself carbolicalised all over with the soap – Boing! The two red lights on the panel on the wall flashed red, and a bleeping started, and the water stopped! The sodding Weekend Whoopsiedangleplops continue!

I have to admit to feeling infuriated, sulky and a tad pee’d-off!  I could not help but muse over a few facts:

  1. My flat was the only one with a Weevil infestation!
  2. My flat is the only one that needed the newly-fitted storage heater in the kitchen to be relocated cause I could not get into the cupboards and now I have decorating and holes in the floor and wall to sort out!
  3. My flat was the only one that the plasterer left with splashes all over the curtains, the chairs, the storage heater, the glass on the new unwanted balcony door, the TV screen, and the computer keyboard!
  4. My flat was the only one that had plaster splashed and spread all over the new carpets – and had a man from Willmott Dixon come to clean it up with a bottle of spirit and a wire brush, and part-shredded what bit of pile there was left –  and now I need new carpets throughout the apartment! I shall do no buying or repairing until all of the demolition repairmen have finished – plasterers, electricians and plumbers in particular scare the crap out of me with their ability to leave more rubbish behind them than there was when they came. And that’s saying something about the flat! Hehehe!
  5. My flat is the only one last week to have the hot water control trip-out!
  6. My flat was the only one last week to have the light-tube blow in the kitchen! Without the help of the Nottingham City Homes Management, I’d still be waiting for the above two be repaired!
  7. My flat is the only one that has had an infestation of Ladybirds too!
  8. My flat had goods from eBay, no, the other one, erm… Amazon, delivered on a Saturday and it was delivered to the wrong block of flats, I got a call from Nottingham City Homes Control Room telling me where it was, and I had to move it straight away, it is a safety hazard! Which meant I had to go out in the rain to Winchester Court, got a rollicking off from the tenantess for being stupid enough to have it delivered to the wrong address. – Despite my pointing out the address label with 72, Woodthorpe Court on it, And then carry a boxed easy-chair all the way back to  Woodthorpe Court, with a dozen stops to catch my breath. Then go back to collect the other parcel and home again, I was nearly crippled, caught a cold and tore off one of my fingernails lugging the stuff about. Of course, weekend, so no help available!
  9. My flat gets mail delivered for the wrong units, and I take them to the correct one in Woodthorpe or Winchester. My missing letters, I never see again.
  10. 6Sat20My flat had a bloke come to block-off the air vent in the kitchen. This on the right is how he left it. Well, not exactly, he departed, and I went off to the clinic. When I got back it was like this, the filler had dribbled out and down the wall over the electric socket and dried like cement or concrete. Obergruppenführeress Warden Deana rang someone about it for me. A man called and said when they get time, he’ll send someone to look at it for me. I thanked him and apologised for being a nuisance. That must have been three-four years ago now. My hopes are long faded along with my will-power. But, my chronically lousy luck just continues, on, and on, and on!

I’m feeling a little woebegone, melancholic and despondent now. Low-spirited and dejected. Especially now I find out I owe the dentist money I thought I’d already paid them. Oy gevalt! 

I used up several rolls of kitchen towel and ricked my neck trying to clean off the carbolic soap from my Billy Bunter-like moulded flobby-body. Then readied my things for a limp into Daybrook in search of some Glengettie tea. My EQ told me there was no chance of this! Not with my current run of Inchockamian Luck!

6Sat07By gum, it was nippy when I first got out onto Chestnut Walk. But I kept hobbling as quickly as I could and then didn’t feel the cold so much, except for when  I had to wait about or take a photograph, and I made plenty of them today, mind.

I crossed over the Walk a started up the gravel hill to Woodthorpe Grange Park.

6Sat08I soon found the scenery pleasant. There is something fresh about mornings like this, don’t you think?

Taking extreme care in the ice and frost underfoot, I was soon up, and at the top, a cyclist came down quickly, but he gave me plenty of room.

6Sat09To the top of the hill and left along the Park Footpath towards Mansfield Road.

Now taking even more care as the path was well icy.

By the time I’d got down to the gates in the distance, I’d been threatened by several times by the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists, who each seemed to take great joy in making me jump. Two of them said something to me, as did a chap in a mobility scooter, but I could not make out what it was they said exactly.

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I turned right and along Mansfield Road and into Daybrook.

The brain began to churn, but not in an annoying or harmful way for once. The beauty of the weather and the shortage of Homo sapiens around me started me wondering about life in general and the future of we tellurians. The subject matter soon moved on to Brexit and its problems, political subterfuge, shenanigans, roguery and Artful Dodger-like antics of those in charge.

6Sat14Passing a neat piece of Nottinghamian Street Art, on Mansfield Road pavement.

This time, it had been created with the help of McDonald’s sauce pots and potato waffle-like food, plastic cutlery a straw, and some unrecognisable extras. And possibly a few pints and or chasers over the top?

Hehehe! 

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The Mini-Hobble today

6Sat15As I got into Daybrook and crossed over the road, I passed the BP Petrol Station.

Not being able to drive anymore, I spotted the price of petrol. I didn’t think that was too bad considering. Later I wanted to compare this with America, for when I post the photo on the TFZer Facebook site. I found out: The price of fuel in the USA. When we were in Colorado last September, unleaded petrol was $4.59 a gallon. Taking all the conversion factors into account, including smaller US gallons, that equates to about 76 pence per litre. Currently, unleaded in the UK is about £1.40 per litre. So, Nottingham’s prices seem fair enough? I’ll find out I hope, about Australian, American actual and Canadian prices from the lasses and lads on the TFZ later.

6Sat18aI seemed to be going off in tangents with the mind today. Back to the blog, sorry. I called into the B&Q Store and searched for the Glengettie tea bags. Nope, none left, and they will not be getting any more in. Ah, well!

I did get the last of these whole peeled tomatoes in tomato sauce though. They were short dated, and cost only 20p each! And a pot of porridge.

I paid and left the shop. I walked over the crossing and to the bus stop in Daybrook Square.

6Sat16I was soon dropping off the bus in Sherwood. Where I stayed, to await the arrival of the L9 back up the hill to Winwood Heights complex. I later came across this Time-lapse video of the progress being made in the new Winwood Court Extra Care Flats buildings. I hope I put it on here correctly and it works. Interesting few seconds for folks to watch.

https://www.nottinghampost.com/news/nottingham-news/time-lapse-video-shows-how-1417176.

6Sat18I took this picture of part of the new Winwood Extra Care building.

I think this is part of a passageway between Winchester Court and the new block so they can keep out of the rain when then go to see the  Oberscharführeress Wardens in their new command-post.

I got into the flat, and no wee-weeing was 6Sat18bneeded? Good that, I think!

WD 0.77.77 A little tip here, folks: When you climb on the stepladder to store a pot of porridge on top of the cupboard, it is best not to slip off of the tread and grab the first thing you can to stop yourself falling. Cause you might fall-off anyway and get your fingers stuck in the slide of the ladders and leave some imprints in your finger. Just thought I’d mention it, like. Haha!

I got the mushrooms, carrots and peas in the saucepan cooking with a little demerara sugar, then got on with updating this blog.

An hour or so later, I got the Cumberland Pie, added extra cheddar cheese on top of it and into the ready-heated oven and set the timer so I can put the sourdough bread in and hopefully, they will both be cooked at the same time.

6Sat30The bread and nosh came out almost perfect!

Everything was eaten this time and enjoyed.

I think my realising that I have had no Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun hassle today, helped me to relish the fodder more?

A Flavour-Rating of 9.4/10 was granted to this mini-feast.

5Fri004I washed the pots up and got the Health Checks done.

Settled to watch some TV (I’ll have to stop trying this, I never stay awake long enough to watch owt proper!)

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Inchcock – Friday 1st February 2019: Horrible day, Tsk!

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Friday 1st February 2019

Corsican: Venerdì 1 di Frivaru 2019

23:45hrs: I woke, and after the brain had found and engaged its first-gear, I seemed to feel in fine fettle, mentally. I was up and out of the ageing 1968 second-hand rickety recliner and into the kitchen in at such a rapid-rate-of-knots, it surprised me. I was cheered with finding the hot water was back on again, and no demands for any wee-wees yet either.

I set about doing the Health Checks.

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5fri001No dramatic changes noted to the readings this morning.

I took the medications and medicines and got the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie strong tea.

wd 0.0.30 Then, the first wee-wee of the day arrived, with little warning. Luckily, the emergency grey plastic bucket was close to hand to be utilised. This was an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee).

5fri002wd 0.0.30 After which, just as unexpectedly and urgent as the wee-wee, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Off I went to the wet room (I must have looked like a shortened fatter version of John Cleese doing a funny walk. Hehe!). The evacuation went very smoothly and unmessily.

Although a slight reluctance to be freed from the rear-end was indicated.

But this gave me a 5fri003achance to read some more of the sad, yet fascinating Victoria Wood biography.

I checked the pins. Fluid retention seemed to have gone down from last night, and a new papsule and welt had appeared. Still, it keeps the interest going, dunnit? Haha!

The left wrist began to itch like crazy, and I could not help but scratch away at it for ages. No marks on the skin? It felt a little like I had worms wriggling in the arm? It ultimately stopped bothering me and has not come back again.

Back to the kitchen and disinfected the little emergency grey bucket and left it handily placed twixt the kitchen and front room. (What me, fall over it? Ahem!)

I made a start on the Thursday blog. It took around five hours to get it done. Partly because of the number of things that had taken place yesterday, that I needed to recall, and the abysmal, wretched appalling performance of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media connection! 

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Would you buy a second-hand car from him?

I decided on some (Which shamefully turned out to be far more than planned – [Shame Mode Adopted] Tsk!) Scottish Shorties and another mug of tea for brekkers. Nice! Had an LHBLWW and back on the computer, to make a Morrison order for next week.

wd 0.0.30 The following hours were spent battling Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, I’m afraid. Memories are patchy.

5Fri34I found on the morning that the medications had been taken, so that was good.

I did have a meal though, because I found this terribly blurred photograph on it in the camera too.

Recalling taking the meds and doing the meal is impossible. But I’d filled in the result sheets?

A bad few hours. Tsk!

I had nodded off and woke up, feeling a lot better, but not right. (That about covers it, Huh!) I checked the place for stove, taps, light dangers, it seemed I had left nothing on that I shouldn’t have.

Reflux Roger was in as bad a mood as he has ever been.

Ah, well! TTFN.

Inchcock – Thursday 31st January 2019:

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Thursday 31st January 2019

Esperanto: Ĵaŭdo 31a de Januaro 2019

I’d laid here in the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner since waking up, with the mind a muddle of murky maunderings. But making sense of my of mind’s illogical, flawed and irrelevant meanderings seemed out of my control or understanding. Yes, I’m losing it mentally again. Seems a daily waking up shibboleth for me nowadays. Tsk!

00:00hrs: I ended the persiflage with my confused brain, and set about removing my jelly-mould of a body from the recliner. An immensely arduous and Herculean task sometimes, you know. Hehehe! By the time I’d got myself into a semi-perpendicular stance, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so off to the wet room.

The evacuation went well without any bleeding for messiness. Having finished and handed on the Catastrophe War book, I had a read of the Victoria Wood biography from where I left off months ago. Then it dawned on me as I stood up to get cleaned, how kind some of the ailments were to me this morning. Apart from the knees, Arthur Itis was no bother. No Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis or Reflux Roger hassles. No toe-stumbling or knocking over or into anything. Hernia Harold caused me no pain at all. Only Back-Ache-Branda and Duodenal Donald were interested in bothering me at the moment. I didn’t get excited, though, these ailmen4thu001ts have fooled me so often before. Hahaha!

The wee-wees are back to an FSSWW (Frequent-Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) mode up to now.

I checked on the legs. What fluid retention there was, is in the top half of the pins. This has happened before, so no need to worry. Arthur Itis was giving some knee-grief. The ankle was not giving way at all yet, and I hope it doesn’t as well. Oh, and no EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) were spotted!

Made a brew and got on with the Health Checks.

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4thu01All results were close to the Wednesday morning ones. Well, the pulse was a bit lower, but not enough to get into a tizzy over, methinks.

Indeed, I was hardly aware of my ailments or caducity this morning.

wd 0.31.0b Without thinking, I took the medications with a large mug of tea instead of the usual spring water. Tsk! No Furesomide this morning, I didn’t know that I needed one with only the top half of the legs swollen? I still took the Codeine Phosphates though, as my EQ told me that Arthur Itis is going to give me some bother with the knees. Some days there is a different kind of stiffness in them, and I’ve come to recognise what it means when I can feel this unalike muscle contraction and the patella area is swollen when I’m not moving at all. Blimey, that sounds like I’m almost intelligent. Smug-Mode-Adopted. Haha!

Got the computer going, and went on the WordPress Reader first. Then updated the Wednesday blog and got it sent off. (In-between many FSSWW’s)

I went to get another brew of tea, and I thought I heard the sound of howling from somewhere? It came again a few minutes later. So, I opened the unwanted light & view blocking new window that is impossible to get to, to clean window, to have a decker outside. I could not see or hear anything out of the ordinary.

4thu03aI got the step-ladder, and I leant dangerously out of the window and tried to take a panoramic view of below.

Oh, dear, what a mess I made of that! No idea what I did wrong there! But maybe with my having to hold on to the window frame, which dripped the defrosting ice all over me and the kitchen heater as I did so, and balancing on the 4thu02steps at the same time, and having to shoot the shot with one hand, didn’t help. (He says looking for excuses, Haha!)

I took a ‘normal auto shot’ straight ahead and zoomed in, on the lights and darkness that hides the Nottinghamian shoplifters, pickpockets, distraction thieves, pavement cyclists, drug dealers, night sleepers, burglars, muggers, unemployed, Social Security fiddlers, alcoholics, gambling addicts, lottery winners, and just maybe a police officer or two from view. This one came out alright, though. 

Disappointed with my first effort, I decided to go out on the balcony to get some better shots. The cracking of the floorboards was a little unnerving. A trapped finger and soaking from the wet windows later, I was ready to take my photographicalisations.

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I closed the window, trapping the same finger again in the same spot. Humph! Got myself dried off and put a plaster on the bleeding finger.

An FSSWW made a brew and back to the computer. I appear to have a tremendous thirst on me again today, like yesterday. I wonder why?

4thu06I went on the TFZer Facebook, and to update the albums on my site.

I went to get a pot of noodles down from the cupboard top, using the grab-stick. The noodles slipped and shot out of the grabber-claw. It knocked down a pot of lemon-salt on the way down. Grrr!

wd 0.31.0b I clenched my fist for this photograph, thinking it would add a little dynamism and reality to it. I had to manually open it again with the other hand. Colin Cramps visited again. Hehehe!

Had a right mess to clean-up! Ate the noodles in a gloomy mood and got the ablutionalisationing sorted out.

wd 0.31.0b Oh, dearie me! The flaming pins were now both chocker with fluid, and within a few minutes of havin4thu06ag the stand-up wash and shave, they also began to ache! I can’t win! Oy Vey!

Made a brew and awaited the fodder delivery to arrive.

Boy, had the fog started to come down.

I made up a montage of how the mist descended and turned into fog, inside an hour.

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The Asda (Walmart) delivery arrived, I felt a bit sorry for the driver in this weather.
Got the stuff put away, and readied the needs for the Winwood Heights Social hour together.

Plenty of time to spare, so I decided to get the laundry done. Both dryers were in use again, but no washers. I got the washing in and back up to the flat.

wd 0.31.0b I checked the sell-by dates on the fresh products. The cream cakes for the gals had 1 Feb on, so they were alright. They had substituted some picnic eggs for mini sausages, I wondered? Grumph! But I didn’t realise when the order came, because they no longer supply a printed copy of the details. Grumph Two! The mushrooms only had one day left! Grumph Three! The mini-rolls were all squashed! Grumph Four! Back to Morrisons for next weeks order methinks!

Back down to move the clothing into the dryer. As I was taking them out, Cyndy arrived to take her dry washing out. Nice laugh and gossip ensued!

wd 0.31.0b Back up to the flat, and found that I had left the hot water tap running, and it had run cold! My incompetency, cack-handedness, deficiencies, and ineptness, gets me down at times, you know! Oy Vey!

wd 0.31.0b Down to the laundry room again to retrieve my washi4thu21ng taking the black bags to the waste chute on the way. The journey was of particular interest this time: One lift was on the 11th floor and did not move. The ‘free’ lift took the following route before getting to my 12th floor, 3rd to Ground floor, up to 6th floor, on up passing me to the 15th floor, down to the ground floor, up to 11th floor where the other lift had been stuck for ages, down to the 9th floor, then back to the ground floor, then up to the 9th floor, finally arriving empty at my floor! I know this, cause it was such an odd happening, I wrote the movements down. We picked up a lady from the 6th floor and a gentleman from the 3rd floor en route to the ground floor. I think if they installed these lifts at an amusement centre, they would go down a treat as a mystery ride! Haha! Joking aside, I assumed it would have been due to the installation preppers for the Sprinkler System working, maybe, perhaps, possibly, or not.

4thu11I removed and folded the togs into the bag. Cleaned the filter and drum, and was soon back at the elevators again.

This time the other lift was stuck on the 11th floor. But I got the other one straight away, up to the apartment and got the clothing stored away. This was when it dawned on me, that I had taken a wee-wee for over an hour-and-a-half! Things were looking good!

I took all I needed with me, and set out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen 4thu12from, and residents room hut, for the Winwood Tenants Socialisation hour.

I spotted a new advisory sign on the lift lobby notice board, for the better off of our residents who are still young enough, fit enough, capable and rich enough to own cars. I assume this was from Angel Auntie Jenny. ♫ Jealousy, t’was all over my jealousy, My heart was broken… ♫ Hahaha!

4thu13I had a chinwag with Nora (Lovely lady!) in the lobby, and Frank came down to escort her to the Social hut. I took a letter to post for them, and off they trotted. I followed behind along Chestnut Walk.

By-gum, it was nippy out there! I posted the letter and joined them in the hut. A much better turnout this week. Put the prizes on the trolley and opened the Wheels cake bag and handed them around to see if the clan liked them or not. They did, so I decided to get some more today when I go back to Mansfield again in search of some more Glengettie tea-bags.

Jenny was in good form today. Amazes me how she gets the energy to do as much as she does for others, bless her. ♥ I got several natters and laughed with many folks, which of course, I love to do. Took the nibble box round, well I say around, they now pass it between them, and I miss out on chinwags. Tsk!

4thu13aaI joined another couple of residents at the bus stop outside in the cold and caught a bus down to Mansfield road. Then waited for a Pronto bus to Mansfield.

I cheered the lady in the picture up, well, she cheered me up, by having a chinwag with me as we waited.

4thu14When the Pronto bus arrived near Mansfield, the snow was a little thicker than in Nottingham. Once we came to the centre and the bus station, there was no signs of any snow, just wet roads and pavements.

Again, I had a bit of a struggle to get off of the bus without getting mangled by the incoming herd of passengers.

4thu15Shoulder charged, trod on and bruised from this experience, I got into the forecourt without serious injury, though. Hehe!

I took a few seconds to recover from the bus alighting melee and made my way out and down through the underpass. I wouldn’t like to risk walking through this footway in the dark at night.

I called in the B&M store. I came out with some more of the sweet & sour noodles, Pork Scratchings for the nibble-box, sweet & sour sauce and chicken skewers. All for only £5.50, too!

wd 0.31.0b Unfortunately and sadly, they had no Glengettie tea-bags, and the lady said they do not expect to get any more in again. I managed not to cry out loud, but did inside!

Paid up and went next door to the Poundstretcher shop. Where I got some more of the ‘Wheels’ biscuits that the girls liked so much. I picked several varieties, chocolate, coconut and iced. So now I can hand them out at the social, and have enough for several weeks, three at least, I reckon. Also, I bagged nougat sweets, sherbert saucers, Shortie biscuits, Pickled onion flavour Fish & Chips and some biscuits to use as raffle prizes. I paid the lady the £14 bill. 

Then I returned to the B&M store again, thinking they may have some Glengettie tea hidden away somewhere for sale. Of course, they hadn’t, but I did get a small jar of pickled eggs while I was in there.

4thu16Back to the battleground… I mean bus station. I got on without any hassle or my being assaulted this time.

On the way back to Sherwood, I took this photographicalisation on Mansfield Road in Daybrook. This pub-restaurant, Coopers Brook came about by the modernisation of ‘The Old Spot’ pub. I looked up some reviews of it late on Friday morning:

  • 3* The waiting staff were pleasant enough but, one meal arrived 10 minutes after the rest with the reason, ‘oh, the chef cooked the wrong dinner’. None of the other meals came as the menu had described and a couple of them were sent back as they had a few items missing. The roast vegetables that the meals came with consisted of two small pieces of pepper and about a fifth of a red onion. The children’s meals seemed bigger than the adult meals but what we ate tasted alright. With small children, it is sometimes difficult to complain too many times as the children just want to get on and eat so perhaps if we hadn’t had them with us, things would have been a bit different. The food was not as described but OK. I would probably not return here to eat.
  • 1* Service was terrible. I think they need more training, and to reduce their prices. We will never be visiting there again. Avoid if you want to live for the rest of the month as cost a week’s wages for a bite to eat and a few beers.
  • 2* Basic food – wouldn’t recommend them, or go out of my way to go here again but okay if you’re in a rush (likely to get a table). Service pretty poor – didn’t have the food we ordered, forgot some items and then had the cheek to leave them all on the bill.

No wonder the car park looked empty! But some people liked it. More Reviews

4thu17wd 0.31.0b I dropped off the bus in Sherwood, and the connecting bus up the hill back home, passed the stationary bus as I alighted it. Tsk!

I walked over the hill and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gate, to find few animals or people out in the cold weather today.

As I neared the top turn off to the flats, the same dog that did it last week, came over for the sniff in the sh4thu18opping bags.

I gave her a bit of fuss and chinwagged to her as I left her to it. I’d forgotten about the chicken in there! Hehehe!

This animal cheered me a bit, and I tackled the last stretch down the gravel footpath to the flats in perky spirits.

Amazingly, I got in the apartment, and still didn’t need a wee-wee? Yeehaw!

wd 0.31.0b Suddenly, I felt so drained and weary. Well, I suppose it has been a busy day for me, so should have expected it.

I got some chips in the oven, made up some sandwiches, slice4thu20d some tomatoes, a couple of the Asda substituted mini-eggs and a chicken skewer to the plate in readiness for the chips to be cooked.

I planned some TV viewing, some excellent programmes to watch for me on Freeview. My favourite old stuff. Boon, Pie in the Sky and Heartbeat, followed by Hustle! Served up the meal.

wd 0.31.0b I’d made too much for me to eat it all, and had to throw away those horrible, foul, tasteless mini-eggs as well! The chicken things were delicious.

Settled into the £300 second-hand rickety 1968 rusty recliner, and got the TV on to have an entertaining viewing session.

wd 0.31.0b Huh! I watched the Boon until the first commercial break and nodded off and woke in the middle of Pie in the Sky. Again I drifted off during the adverts, after changing the channel to watch Heartbeat. Woke again as the credits were scrolling at the end of Heartbeat! Zzzz!

Is anyone interested in buying an oldish little-watched TV set? Hahaha!

Inchcock – Wednesday 30 February 2019: Another day indoors. Ending with a dazzling Dizzy Dennis visit. Tsk!

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Wednesday 30 February 2019

Turkish: Merkredo 30 Februaro 2019

23:30hrs: I woke, and when the brain joined me in wakefulness, I tried my best to recall some of the dreams I’d been having. I was being chased, by Tony Blair and John Prescott amongst other unknown pursuers, along what seemed miles of office corridors. They were snarling, cursing and shouting at me for some reason, also strange to me. Lots more happened that is all confused now, but they ended up throwing me out of a window, that I can recall. No notes had been scribbled down on my pad, shame that.

Around 00:00hrs, I dismounted the £300 second-hand 1978 rusty recliner, hauling my gargantuan, out of shape, pendulous, sagging stomach burdened torso into an upright position. It’s not easy you know! I had to utilise the emergency grey bucket which luckily I had disinfected and left in place near the electric fire as usual. This wee-wee was of the SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) variety. I’d no sooner finished that, and the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I’m getting regular with these Throne visits lately, ain’t I?

Off to the wet room. The evacuation well reasonably well, no bleeding from the rear end, which I fear was not the case with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Another almost involuntary SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) had to be taken. In fact, I was so glad it came then, cause had it happened elsewhere, I might not have got to the WC or EGB (Emergency Grey Bucket) in time. Oh dear, not another day like Sunday… Please!

3wed001I checked over the pins. Well, they didn’t look too bad, fluid retention wise at all.

Some of the mish-mashes of spider veins seemed to have faded too?

Although just one new bruise had appeared on the left ankle. Which is the one that let me down twice, yesterday. I wondered if it might because I’d cut the tops of my socks so they wouldn’t be too tight, and the fluid had gone down and caused the problem. You know me, I’m always worried when there is nothing to worry about. Haha!

Cleaned up and off to the kitchen to risk a small mug of tea, and get the Health Checks sorted out.

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3wed001aHello, the Sys has gone down, at last, so has the pulse and dare I say it, the weight! Can’t understand why the temperature is down, though? Not worried mind, it has been lower than that before.

I like this new thermometer now I’ve worked out how to use it properly. It gives an almost instant reading from the ear-hole.

3wed12I had another SPSHPLWW and went to get some brekkers. I’ve no idea why, but I fancied trying a pot of the Sweet & 3wed05Sour Noodles that I bought yesterday in Mansfield.

So I did! By gum, it was excellent along with a cup of the Glengettie strong tea.

Of course, this means if 2tue15dI am to get any more of the pots or teabags, this says I’ll have to go to Mansfield to buy them as no one else sells them! And that is if they have some left in stock. Mmm! Tsk!

Only one Sharwoods Noodle left up there on top of the cupboards now. I’m not too keen on Batchelor’s Super-Noodles at all. They can go as raffle prizes for anyone who fancies them. Or I can put them on the table in the lobby for anyone to help themselves to. 

wd 0.0.255b I set about updating the Tuesday blog.

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wd 0.0.255b Most frustrating. Each time I checked my syntax and spelling, the signal would die after, and I had to do it all again on the failed saves. And there were many them! After many SPSHPLWWs, two mugs of tea and more effort than I could cope with, I got the diary finished a sent off. But not until gone 06:30hrs! Nearly Seven Hours It Took me! Oy Vey!

I went on WordPress Reading for a while. Then answered all the comments, I didn’t miss any, I relied on both of them. Hehe!

An SPSHPLWW then I made a mug of Assam tea and took these photographs from the kitchen window.

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It looked a little frosty out there. When I opened the new unwanted light and view-blocking and needing more cleaning, and there is no way I can reach to do that without moving everything and using the step ladders then hang out of the window itself to reach all the glass to clean them, windows. The dew dripped inside. All down my jammies, the oven glove and onto the electric storage heater. Just thought I’d mention it, like. Huh!

3wed05a1Made a start on doing this post at last.

A good job I kept making notes to refer to earlier.

Mr Fries, Global-Liberty Virgin Media Internet had got a little less slow now. Honestly, it can be done you see!

I took another break, one for another brew because the earlier one had gone cold, and a wee-wee was needed again!

I got the kettle on and ventured out into the bare balcony and took these two photographs of roughly the same bit of sky.

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As I opened the metal spring clip and opened the left-hand window to take these shots, the dew came in and again my jammies and slippers got soaked in the incoming water. 3wed09Humph! The first was in Auto mode, and the one on the right in Distance mode. Can’t see much difference in them, myself.

As I came back in it looked like fog, but it wasn’t.

I think it was the heat going out of the room that caused the steaming up.

But I went back out and took these two photographs of the workers doing their jobs down outside in this cold weather. Oh, and got the jammies and feet wet again. Haha!

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I then got back to updating this post and got as far as here with it, before having another SPSHPLWW.

Then I went on Facebooking.  Then made an Asda (Walmart) order to arrive in the morning, remembering to put milk on the list. Haha!

3wed28Nosh in the oven.

Lamb hotpot and burger, a few chips (fries) and mini tomatoes. Had the last few slices of the milk bread with it.

Excellent flavour-rating of 9.3/10.

Got settled to try and watch some TV. But, Dizzy Dennis visited me, and the wholething became confusion.

TTFN.

 

Inchcock – Tuesday 29th January 2019: Weevil Mystery! Photographicalistions. A long tiring day for the old-timer! Hehe!

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Willmott Dixon lads at work on the new Winwood Court

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Tuesday 29th January 2019

Norwegian: Tirsdag 29. Januar 2019

23:20hrs: I sort of shot awake, with a worryingly instant demand for the Porcelain Throne! The scrimmage to get out of the second-hand rickety, rusty 1978 recliner, and straight to the wet room went well and without any altercations.

wd 255.0.150 But oh what a mess! Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding again. The cleaning up and medications were painful and uncomfortable. However, on the plus side, the evacuation went well with no haemorrhaging from the rear end.

I cleaned up the blood on the porcelain and floor. I washed the dandies and disinfected the contact points.

2tue03wd 255.0.150 Then had a check of the fluid container pins. Hehe!

What a state! Although I think the fluid storage was less than yesterday, the papsules, mystery scars blotches, and spider veins seemed to have had some disappear and other replacement ones grown in the night, yet again!

I had a good perusal of the wet room floor, and there were no sightings of any of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) dead or alive? Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery!

I tackled the Health Checks next.

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2tue05The BP had been so high on every check this week. I wonder why? Then again, a lot of things confuse me nowadays. Hahaha!

I used the old little camera to take this shot of morning sky – not very good is it?

Indeed not of my better efforts. I might have moved the camera a little, cause I was trying to catch the blue lights of the three emergency vehicles belting down Winchester Street, and the two on Mansfield Road in the same photo. Tsk!

I pressed on with updating the Monday blog and got it posted off to WordPress.During which, the wee-wees I found to have settled into a VSFWWW (Very short-Frequent-Weak-Wee-wees) variety. Hehe!

2tue07Had a break for a mug of tea and to get some breakfast. I reached for the porridge pot with the picker-upper claw, dropped it, then picked it up off of the floor.

wd 255.0.150 Then, when I spotted how dirty parts of the floor looked – Guilt mode was Adopted. I stopped and cleared the stuff off off the corners and edges of the tiles, and got it 2tue08swept and mopped.

Obviously, at this time of the morning (03:50hrs), I did not use the vacuum, but the old bush and pan.

I used the cloth mop to do the corners and gaps, and the round foot-press Spin-mop and bucket for the main area.

I made use of Flash floor 2tue09cleaner and lemon disinfectant used.

I didn’t make any noise and felt a little proud of myself in fact.

The knees and legs were not complaining at all. I did have to stop for three of the VSFWWWs, though.

2tue10aWhen it came to cleaning the mess afterwards, I found that two EIBWBBB weevils were in the water? Still, they were both dead ones.

But, as I washed the bowl used to clean both of the mops up in, I had to have a wee-wee.

2tue10When I got back after the VSFWWW, to empty the bowl that I’d left in the kitchen sink. Blimey, there was a live Weevil in the bowl.

Maybe it is fate, kismet, destiny or providence that I live out my life with these alien Weevils as some company? Has some all-powerful entity decided I can have their camaraderie and adopt them as pets? Haha!

I got to do this post and got up to here, then went to check the kitchen in case I’d left something running, like a tap (faucet), and to review the outcome of my domestic science handiwork. The floor didn’t look too bad, but Guilt about everywhere else made me consider doing some sorting on the counters and cupboards, the fridge as well.

wd 255.0.150 Then Dizzy Dennis gave me such a scare! (All the bending, I suppose I should have known I’d get this!). I all but went over when he came again a few minutes later. I’d gone from Semi-Smug-Mode to Feeling-Sorry-for-Myself Mode in two minutes. Humph! But I thought I’d get the medications pots done up to avoid the stretching, bending and lifting, as a substitute Make-Me-Feel-Better-In-Myself-Mode? Hehehe!

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Back to the computer, and checked the weather forecast, rain-wise to decide if to go out today or not. I had thought yesterday about getting a bus to Derby or Mansfield to get out a bit. No more Dizzy Dennis visits, yet! This is the forecast for today hour by hour:

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I didn’t have the porridge after all. I had a mug of tea and some cheesy-nibbles and watched some clips about motoring accidents.

Sorted the Ablutions. Assembled the recycling bag, glass empties and black bags sorted out. Got dressed warmly and took them with me on the way out.

IT was -4°c outside showing on the electronic notice board near the lifts when I exited the building.

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A water leak on Chestnut Walk didn’t help either. The frosted/iced vehicle screens showed how nippy it was. I felt a tad sorry for the lads doing the excavating work. I plodded on, waving through the window to Generalfeldmarschalless Julie and Riechsführeress Deana as I passed 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. Then to the end of the road and down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.

2tue12cSince my childhood, I have always been fascinated by heliotropism (movement of plants towards sunlight).

The stretch of panelling in this picture shows why. The shrubbery has somehow forced its way through the narrow gaps in the planks of wood, attached itself to the grain, and spread out. I continue to be amazed at Mother Nature. At Mankind too, but for other reasons!

2tue12dFurther down, as I walked by the entrance to the Muggers-Delight pathway, I spotted a piece of Nottingham Street Art.

I thought for a moment, (I do this occasionally) with the beautiful orange daisy (or whatever it is called) flowering bravely through the freezing weather to bloom and search-out any sunlight, it shows contrast twixt people and nature. I wondered if the Tate Gallery would be interested? If not, I could take a picture of some bricks for them back at the flats. Hehe!

I got onto Mansfield Road, and there was a while to wait before I could use my bus-pass at 09:30hrs. So I went into some Charity Shops to search for any China mugs they may have on sale. The Nottingham Hospice shop didn’t have any. The Cancer shop had a cup 2tue12ethat looked like porcelain, but it was too heavy to be China. The Sue Ryder shop had a lot of cups and mugs, but no China ones, so my searching over, I went out to the bus stop and caught a Pronto bus to Mansfield.

Not many passengers to start with, but it filled up later, and the bus had to keep stopping with no one at the bus stops. Presumably, to keep to the time-table?

wd 255.0.150 Getting off the bus was a high-level-risk situation. The stampede from those at the back of the bus encouraged me just to wait until they were all off before me. But a woman still managed to tread on my bag and then foot sat sidesaddle waiting patiently for the trampling to end. Tsk!

wd 255.0.150 Being the last one off of the vehicle, I then had to contend with the attack of those boarding! I have to give these folks credit, their shoulder charges, tut-tutting and dirty looks were all first-rate! I escaped the bus depot as soon as I could, it was chaotic in there.

2tue12fI took the underpass through to the B&M and Poundstretcher stores, calling in the B&M first.

I poddled about for ages. First I went in search of any China cups or mugs they may have on sale. None found. However, I ended up with a bag full of purchases all the same. At the cost of only £10.38. A tube of Liquorice Allsorts, two different pots of porridge, Wagon Wheels for the Social Hour nibble box, and two pots of sweet & sour noodles.

3wed05The best thing I bought that made all the effort worthwhile was some Glengettie Welsh tea-bags! Perhaps the most potent tea I have ever tasted, just great! I’d not seen any on sale anywhere for years now. They only had three box’s left on show, so I grabbed them all!

wd 255.0.150 I paid the lady, who I felt sorry for, as she had apparently lost her voice. At least she didn’t respond to my Good morning, Are you keeping well, or Thank you, comments. Tsk!

The rain was drizzling as I left, but it didn’t bother me as I only had to walk a few yards under cover to the Poundstretcher shop next door.

Where I spent a little more money, on Nibbles for the Social box, some biscuits for raffle prizes, and some flying saucer sherberts for myself. I found they had some bottles of French’s Authentic American Mississippi Sweet and Smokey BBQ sauce at… wait for it… 19p a bottle! Its usually costs £2! I couldn’t find a sell-by date on any, so I assume it must have been out-of-date. ‘Brewed & bottled in Missouri, USA’ it said on the label. I bought two bottles. I got the whole shop for only £9.87! I paid the lady, who apparently is suffering the same problems as the lady in the B&M store with her voice. Haha!

I can’t blame the staff at all. With so many shops closing all around them, even the pub across the way had closed down, it must be thoroughly depressing for them, and their spirits at rock-bottom.

2tue12gOut into the sad roadway outside that had now barred any parking, that must have cheered up the few shop owners who are left!

But that did not stop a traffic Warden plodding up the road. The lady using her mobile phone nearly walked into the traffic officer, half acknowledge him without stopping using her texter. And then, almost walked into the scaffolding piles! Oh, how I wish I hadn’t put the camera back in my pocket! Hahaha!

2tue14I had a poddle around the sadly near-deserted streets.

Mansfield made Nottingham look like a Fun Palace. Depressive, I’m afraid.

Many years ago, when I worked near Mansfield for the Co-op, when the pits were still open, the folks were all a friendly and happy lot.

Even a year or so ago, I called into the Beales Store in the photo of happier times below. They occupied both sides of the parade.

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Now, sadly I find they are closing down for good. This is such sad news for the retailers still open. Heartbreaking, I feel so much for the owners and the staff.

I took the midday meds from the pot in the bag and popped them.

wd 255.0.150 I made my way gloomily to the bus station and joined the scrum to get on the Nottingham bus. I was struggling to get into the seat with my two bags of shopping, another woman trod on one of the bags. Tsk! I was glad to be going home, I can tell yers! Humph!

2tue15A little light drizzle on the way back to Sherwood. But the driver was on my side and went like a bat out of hell for me.

I had to hold back a wee-wee of course. Not easy or painless, but somehow I held out until I got back to the flat! Phew!

Dropped off in Sherwood and waited for a 40 bus to take me up the hill a few stops. A tenant from Winchester Court was sat in the shelter, and we had a chinwag and laugh, bless her.

wd 255.0.150 The short uphill walk from the bus stop on Winchester Street proved a problem. The damned ankle kept giving way en route.

2tue15aThe workers seem to be taking away an awful lot of soil from the front of Winchester and Winwood Courts.

I hope they do not topple over and down the hill! Hahaha!

The drizzle had stopped altogether now.

2tue15bI made my way back to the flats, and up to mine and took a painful wee-wee. Ahh!

Well, Argh and Ahh! Hehehe!

I unloaded the bags of purchases and put the nibble in the spare room box.

2tue15cDid the Health Checks and took the medications.

I laid out the buys and took a photo of them.

I thought the Wheels would come in handy as raffle prizes, cause I haven’t seen them before so might be appealing?

The canned beans were a fair price and in 2tue15dsmaller cans to suit me. The sweet & Sour noodles were very cheap, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t like them.

USed the step ladders to get the brekkie corner filled with the pots bought added and rotated date-wise. All full now!

wd 255.0.150 But, the thing I went for, the milk, I’d forgot to get! Twerp, Eizel, Nudnik, Putz, Schlemiel, Schnook and Yold! But you must know that already? Humph!

I got the pie in the oven heating and added some Texas sausages later, so they were both ready at the same time.

Got it served up and had the last of the milk roll bread with it. Just about to get settled to eat it, and the door chime rang-out to its tone of! “You’ve started something oh can’t you… I only wanna be with you” (Dusty Springfield). It was Stabsfeldwebeless Warden Deana and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie. They had come to do a battery check with control with the Alert Wristlet alarm. They’d seen me hobbling home earlier, so knew I’d be in. The smell from my Cumberland Pie and sausage cooking got them going, they liked it! Hehehe! Check all done, I told them about the Glengettie tea bags bargain, had a short chinwag and off they went.

2tue15eI used a drop of the BBQ Sauce I’d bought on it. I must remember not to use too much in future, its very hot, but I think I can cope with just using a little. Hehe!

An 8.5/10 flavour rating for this one.WAshed the pots up.

Watching the TV, Dizzy Dennis paid me another visit. Tsk!

Can’t remember much after that, so I assume I dropped off at a ridiculously early time. Which is probably why I woke at 23:30 hours, wide awake?

Ah-well, as the Italians say, ‘Quel Che sarà sarà’ I think?