Thoughts that Inchcock considers as vital information to pass-on to the younger generation, in a bid to help them decide when to top themselves.
Knowing what is coming to them in old age.
Here starteth the THOUGHTS of WOE
My confidence is at an all-time low, Things I need, disappear, memories don’t flow, What’s right, wrong or real, where to go, Sometimes frustrated, I’ve a wee-wee overflow, I can’t play an instrument, trumpet or piano!
I fall asleep anytime, anywhere, stunts my workflow, A bag-of-nerves, no confidence, I’m going loco, Will I ever regain my sanity? I just don’t know, Losing my mobility capabilities is a severe blow!
Just some of the programmes I miss watching, though, Red Dwarf, The A-Team, Heartbeat, Boon & Columbo, All on Freeview now, but I can’t watch them though, I can’t stay awake long enough to watch a TV show!
I eat foods from Idaho, Sesotho, Mexico, Morocco, Montenegro, and Puerto Rico, as my stomach, does grow! I can’t see my feet when stood up, you know! Lost Faith in Muslim, Christianity, Gnosticism & Shinto! In Tellurians, politicians, banks, and Boll-Weevils, too!
Getting up in a morning is a pitiful, painful fiasco, As are bending, stretching and lifting things is also, But the mental side, the brain burst into a crescendo, But no ideas, aims, plans, designs or manifesto, Always, I use the feeble excuse, “I’ll get it done tomorrow!”
In depression, moroseness I will often wallow, Meekly go along with others, revealing no bravado, The only solution is a brain transplant to undergo, Then I can take lessons, in Judo and Aikido, Become a Champion, a success, make lots of dough!
Go on TV with Richard Attenborough, Defeat my enemies, crush my foe! Become admired, a local hero! Get a job in Santa’s Grotto! Or should I just get blotto?
Just a few of the daily ailments below that you can expect.
I didn’t put the Kidney stones, blood poisoning or Mental Decay on the list for fear of making it sound a tad too bleak for the ankle-snappers!
22:10hrs. I woke, and as soon as I moved, just about everything on my abdominously overweight body seemed to either hurt or ache! The back, stomach, arms, legs, feet; especially the left sole, and neck. Not to mention Haemorrhoid Harold, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain Brenda, and Kidney-Ache Kevin all kicking off when I tried to get up!
I limped to the wet room for a wee-wee. As I hobbled along, I could feel that dreaded wet/warm sensation from Little Inchies department. The wee-wee was again of the LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) type. I did the necessary cleansing, and medicationalisationing needed, releasing the odd Ooh and flinching. Hehehe! Don’t know I laughed there!
The legs had begun to swell and fill up with fluid. Some new odd spots and blotches had appeared. A few spider-veins seem to have disappeared, and overall, the legs felt far more cumbersome and heavy than of late. Still, it keeps me interested.
I washed-up and as I was going out through the door, I had to backtrack to use the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was more natural and less messy this time. I washed the hands again, and off to the kitchen.
The site that greeted me depressed me. All that time doing the cupboards (Well, one of the nine that need doing, not to mention the 16 drawers to do yet), got to me for a moment when I realised how much still needed doing.
Depression dawned! All that effort and pain I went through yesterday, and it still looks worse than when I started the job! Grumph!
Part of my trouble is that I cannot keep going like I used to, and before long after starting, there is always one or more of the ailments to give me grief.
Today, when I get around to doing the first of the bottom floor level cupboards, this will be the greatest challenge for me. Getting short of breath with the bending down and getting up, that damned nasty step-ladder… Oh, stop moaning Inchcock, just gerron wiv it!
Not yet though, it’s far to early to make any noise and disturb my neighbours. Yesterday’s new found spirit and determination to get the Spring Cleaning done, was not as strong today. Humph!
I got the sphygmomanometer out and got the Health Checks done.
Ah, these first readings are looking better than the previous two days. The temperature is tumbling down nicely.
I took the medications with some spring water, then made a brew, and off to the computer.
As I sat myself down in the swivel chair, the need for yet another Porcelain Throne session became obvious and urgently so.
Off to the wet room with alacrity. An excellent session, during which I got a chapter of the Victoria Wood biography read. Washed the dandies yet again, and to the kitchen to make another brew.
I set about and stuck with updating the Tuesday blog with diligence. Got it finished and posted off to WordPress.
I thought I heard a chugging noise, assuming it was coming from outside, I opened the unwanted new light and view-blocking window, positioned and climbed the step-ladder, to look down over the ledge to investigate.
I took this snap downwards. It revealed nothing untoward that might have been making the chugging noise. Only that it had been raining outside.
This made me realise that I had not had a vicambulate out for a while. I blame my heroic, brave but unquestionably imbecilic determination to use my preciously limited time left to me, to get the Spring Cleaning done, for this situation!
On returning to the computer, I spotted the missing second-hand £2 wristwatch underneath the sideboard on which the Bang Olufsen stands!
Amazing! This is the second place I had looked for the timepiece when I first misplaced it. I am sure it was not there then! I recall getting down on my weak knees to search, and struggling to get back up?
As Tim Price from New Mexico said: “I believe the various goings on in your flat leave little doubt about whether or not aliens, ghosts, goblins, pixies, fairies, spirits, angels, demons and other paranormal phenomena that traipse along through multiple dimensions, and fall into your flat through the tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum, and continually torment you until they can find their way out, exist!” I reckon he was spot on with that comment! Hehehe!
I worked on CorelDraw to do a couple of Thoughts graphics in advance. I got carried away and spent far too long at this. Partly due to the fact that I was enjoying doing it… but I suspect that my reluctance to get stuck into the task of sorting out the kitchen again, just might have played a part. Ahem! My EQ tells me I am in for Accifauxpa – but foolishly I ignored the warning, and paid for it later.
Went for a wee-wee, and it was a rather nasty LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) one! If they are to start this mode again, and me not taking any Furesomide, and with the legs swelling still up this morning, I’m nervous about starting on the tablets again. But, common sense tells me I ought to (See how commonsensical I can occasionally be, Haha!)
So, I made a brew, got the brekkers porridge and took a Furesomide. Fingers crossed!
The internet stuttered and started and was very slow when it did work. It didn’t last too long, but it is still annoying.
I made up some more Thoughts graphics and odes and got carried away again.
Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.
The guilt of the kitchen-mess, (And fear of Sister Jane’s telling me off for not cleaning-up) forced me to rise and tackle it once again.
I managed to muster up the will-power and got into the kitchen. The task for today to sort out under the sink and the cupboard next to it with all the cleaning stuff in it.
I got down on my knees and began to remove the multitude of fresh air-sprays, fly-killer, washing-up liquids, disinfectants, polishes etc. out onto the floor to allow me to clean the inside shelves and so on.
Then I clouted my head on the edge of the framework as I dipped in once more to grab the stuff. I went down on my bum and hit the elbow against the floor as I landed. I lay there a few minutes, wondering if I should press the Alert Alarm Wristlet button.
This was not good! Tsk! I’m glad I didn’t push the alarm now, cause I was alright, apart from a cracking headache and temporary smidge of dizziness. It was only a scratch on the bonce.
To the wet room and put a bit of Germolene cream on the head. Took the photo on the left, which also shows how pale I went at the time. Talk about ghostly! Hehehe!
I then did the evening Health Checks very early, in case I forgot later. Taking an extra Codeine phosphate to counter the headache that was getting stronger, now.
Got the nosh sorted. Lamb hotpot with a little extra minced lamb and gravy, a sourdough baguette to soak up the juices.
I didn’t really enjoy the food, but still ate it all up.
I took the pots to the kitchen and put them in the sink to soak, along with the oven dish, saucepan and things from the cooking stage. One look the damned mess in the kitchen, which soured my enthusiasm and Guilt-Mode was adopted.
A wash and into the £300 second-hand ci 1968 rickety recliner I went. Put on the TV. Watched a complete film all the way through with only one five-minute nodding-off in the middle. The next two hours were shared with a wee-wee, TV, nodding-odd, a wee-wee, TV, nodding-off…
At the last waking up, I had the horrible idea that I had left the tap running in the sink! I just had to dismount the recliner, regain my balance and go to check things were okay in the bomb-site of a kitchen. They were. No taps left on, the oven was turned off, windows shut… but I still had this aggravating nagging doubt that something was not right. So, I nipped into the wet room. All okay in there too, no heater on, no faucets left on, the shower turned off. I returned to the recliner, no sooner had I sat down, I was up again, checking if I had left the door unlocked. I hadn’t.
Back into the recliner, had a drink of spring water and was off, at last, to sleep in minutes! Zzz!
00:00hrs: I grudgingly woke up. No mind-storms of fears, worries, nervousness or even illogicality this morning. Just a vague, tired sort of blankness and an acceptance of my acquiescence to life’s knock-backs, calamities, and double-whammies. Robotically I marshalled my dangerously overlarge-bellied body from the £300 second-hand ci. 1968 recliner. Gained my balance, and off for a wee-wee.
And what a wee-wee it was! A new classification for this one. LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) A marathon session, during which I actually picked up the Victoria Wood book for a read while I waited (patiently, mind) for the evacuation to stop! Haha!
To the kitchen, took the medications and got the kettle on for a brew.
The view of the distance, from the unwanted light & view blocking windows, that I cannot reach out of to take a photo of below, due to the ridiculously sticking-out a long way window ledge, and glass that cannot be reached to clean, was terrific.
I took this picture straight ahead. I think I’ll use it as a backdrop for an Inchcock’s Thoughts graphic later.
Got the Health Checks sorted out. The sphygmomanometer worked on the third attempt.
Whoops, the Sys is creeping back up a smidge.
I made a start on the updating of yesterdays post. I got sidetracked as I had to visit the Porcelain Throne. I cleaned-up and medicated a certain delicate area that had been bleeding, washed and returned to the updating. Eventually getting it sent off to WordPress.
The brain began to shower me with my worries, diffidence, and timidity. With nothing to fret about or over, my mind seems to feel the need to find something! LAck of success and ability has caused my sarcinarious, I’m sure.
I made a start on the photo manipulating, then writing this blog.
Around 0430hrs, I decided on a prandicle for breakfast. I had a mug of tea and some Marmite rice-cakes.
Off for another Porcelain Throne visitation. Long and messy this time.
Checked the pins (legs). New blotches were here and there. But the best bit was the face I can see in the knee again, right patella as you look at the photograph. Eyes just above the joint. Can you make it out? Hehehe!
Then I made a start on sorting things I can get rid of into black bags, ready to take them to the waste chute at 08:00hrs.
Started to sort out some of the kitchen drawers and cabinets. Gathered much duplicated long life food, and filled a carrier bag with them, to take down to the lobby so others can help themselves. (A couple I think that the Sturmscharführeress Guards and Wardens Deana and Julie might fancy) so I’ll nip and ask them first when I go out.
Got the ablutions done. Took the bags to the waste chute.
Then I gathered the goodies bag and a mammoth-sized white bag of recyclables and took them down. Leaving the part-sorted stuff in mid-stream, all over the kitchen. It looked far worse than when I first started the job! Hehe! But, Percy Veerance, I’ll get more done when I get back.
Dropped off the white bag and poddled along Chestnut Way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, shed.
As I walked along the road, many things took place that offered photographicalisational opportunities. But I’d forgotten to take the camera with me! Schlemiel!
Inside the rooms, I offered a choice of anything they fancied from the surplus bag, and thankfully they found a few that took their fancy. They help me, so I thought it only fair for them to have first options. A lady on the Tenants Association asked if I was going to the meeting later. I explained about my being up since midnight and having done some work sorting the kitchen out, and said I’d pop back with some nibbles for the tenants. Met the caretaker in the lobby going in and greeted him.
Walked back to the flat and placed all the stuff on the coffee table. Shot up to the flat and has a wee-wee, another LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee).
Picked up the nibbles and camera and returned down to the lobby. Someone had taken 15 of 18 pieces of long-life fodder I’d left. I was tickled-pink that were used up.
Hobbled along to the shed, and handed the lady the nibbles. Got thanked, and out back up the road. Where I stopped and took these three shots from the same place.
Left to right: Woodthorpe Court at the far end with part of the new Winwood Court that is being built. Centre: Winwood Court. Right Part of Winwood, and Winchester Court.
The sun was out, but it was not a warm one.
Back in the flat, I continued with the sorting in the kitchen. This will take a long time and many days to sort out!
Climbing the step ladder, and Dizzy Dennis gave me a visit, no problem with falling, I kept my balance amazingly. But coming back down, I cracked my bad knee on the heater.
That was the end of today’s sorting out. I’ll try to do a bit each day when I have no medical appointments. Give it a go tomorrow morning again. The knee, is now going a bit red?
I got the oven heating up and made a start updating this blog. Stopped to get the battered chicken and frits in the tray. Did the Health Checks.
I was doing so well. Then, when the oven was hot enough, as I stood up to put the meal in the oven, that nuisance Kidney-Ache Kevin, kicked-off at me!
Another LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee). On the bright side, the yare a lot less frequent now. Then continued with my new found determination and pressed on with this post.
Served up the fodder.
Battered chicken, fries, and mini-tomatoes. Mandarins in jelly and lemon mousse to follow. Best taste-rating for this one, only 6/10.
I felt so tired-out now, I knew that trying to watching any TV would be its frequent failure. But with the body aching all over from the cleaning up preventing me from getting comfortable, this proved to be wrong.
Did the Health Checks and settled. I watched an entire hour of The A-Team, before nodding off! Then the aches woke me, and I viewed ten-minutes if that, of Boon and off again. Woke and watched a couple of minutes of Pie in the Sky… Zzz!
23:30hrs. Most of the night I was awake and listening to the howling winds. They were getting worse, and for some reason, it felt like the wind was belting through the flat. I gave up on getting to sleep and decided I’d get up and make a mug of tea.
I defenestrated my disproportionately large-girthed body from the £300 second-hand, ci.1986 recliner, almost with ease.
Off to the kitchen, where I was met with the kitchen towel roll blowing in the wind and had unrolled itself!
Being the keen, alert-minded, Sherlock Holmes sort of old chap that I am, I soon discovered the reason for this, as the wind hit me in the face, coming in through the window I had left partly open last night!
I closed the window shut, (It was not easy with the wind coming in so strongly, wind in the wrong direction for me, Haha!) rerolled the kitchen towel and took a photo of it still blowing about in the breeze? The wind noise had greatly-reduced now. Tsk! Well, it would be, wouldn’t it? I’m quick yer know. Haha!
I had to nip to the wet room for an SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee). I checked out the pins (legs). They had gone back to looking pale and ashen. I think a couple more blood papsules had come up, and one had disappeared. The wobbly-knee was looking less inflamed, though. The imbalance in fluid retention between the two pins remained obvious.
I went back to the kitchen. Gawd blimey, it felt even colder in there now!
I made a brew of tea and got the Health Check gear out. Everything, the thermometer, sphygmomanometer, drawer handles, the whole enchilada I came into contact with felt awfully cold! Including me, so I put on the dressing gown.
Then I noticed how the lights outside seemed to be twinkling so much.
I soon discerned that this was due to the high winds blowing the trees and bushes around so much. I said I quick. Hehehe!
I took this picture through the window. Not that the twinkling shows, of course. There was no way I intended to open them again!
I got the Health Checks sorted out.
Apart from a high temperature (Than usual, for me anyway), everything else looked fine.
I went on the computer and updated the HC record on Excel for last week and this morning.
The tea had gone cold, so I made myself another potation.
I made a start on this blog to here, then updated yesterday’s post and sent it off to WordPress.
Had to divert to the Porcelain Throne in something of a rush… Not such a messy evacuation today, and I had time to read a bit of the Victoria Wood biography. Cleaned the porcelain, washed the dandies and went to make yet another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold again.
Then I went on the BBC website to check the weather and football scores. I discovered I am not as quick as I earlier claimed. The winds were from Storm Freya. So, I should have had the nous to think about closing the windows last night. What a Schlemiel I am!
Well, that’s me staying indoors today, I reckon!
I got on with writing this blog.
Visited the TFZer Facebook page.
Then started on Coreldraw making some more draught headers.
Phew! That soon me until 05:50hrs to get done. Ready for some brekkers now. Cornflakes for me, I think.
Ocado order arrived. Put things away. I got the Flowers to try and cheer-up very-poorly Jenny. I do pray she will be alright.
I noticed that the clouds, although looking so beautiful, were travelling across the scenic view from the unwanted new kitchen windows at a lickety-split pace. This informed me that the winds had not calmed down as much as I’d thought they had. This reaffirmed my decision not to go out today. Well, I’m calling at Jenny & Franks and going to the hut Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, to see Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Julie. Then I’ll get back inside the apartment.
I tended to the ablutions. Getting the hang of the new showerhead now. Got dressed, t’was a struggle, but I got the socks on. Hehe! Then took the black bags (5 of them) and got them to the waste chute and deposited them.
I departed, along with the white bag of recycling waste, and called at Jenny’s flat. No answer to the bell, so I went to the lift lobby; and Frank came out. I apologised for bothering him, and ask how Jenny was. Not very good, I’m afraid! I handed Frank the flowers for Jenny, and the pint of milk in case it might save them going out for any later.
Out I went and dropped off the white bag, and notice that the howling winds had blown against a sign on the metal fencing and bent it right away out from the frame!
It made walking up the road a bit of a risky business. I met Deana going the other way and asked if Julie was in the hut. ‘If I hurry she might be!’ But she had gone out on her rounds, like Deana had, by the time I arrived. So I slipped some nibbles in the fridge for them. I hope they don’t get knicked.
Only seven residents or so in there this morning. I think the wind might have put others, like me, off from going out. Hehe! A few bits of persiflage were shared with Penny, Angela, and others.
Then I felt the warm-wet sensation and knew that Little Inchies lesion was bleeding. So, embarrassed, I made a hasty withdrawal back to Woodthorpe Court.
I had to use another dodgy pedestrian route. The winds had moved the concrete based fencing, leaving even less room the manoeuvre.
Would you like to guess who banged his head against the tall bent leaning fence on the left in this photographicalisation? Klutz! Luckily, I had my flat cloth cap on. Haha!
I observed that the washers were both free as I entered the foyer entrance. I got up to the flat, in and to the wet room. Set about cleaning and medicating the fungal lesion. Not a nice nor pain-free undertaking, but it has to be done. Let me think, that Little Inchy, Kidney Pains Kevin, The Leg Wound and Wobble Knee Neil, all awaiting appointments to be checked out, now! No wonder I sometimes get frustrated!
Then I got the laundry things and togs and down to the laundry room.
Back up to the apartment. I pondered on what to have for nosh today. Being as I really want to try out the Sicilian Green tomatoes I had delivered from Ocado, I decided to have the ready-prepared meal that I got as well.
I’ll have the Lamb Moussaka, put plenty of extra cheese on it, with sliced green tomato, and a small baguette with it.
These tomatoes are called Marinda Natoora variety. The label says; Green-capped skins, umami flavour. So I looked up ‘umami’ on the web. Wikipedia said: “Umami or savoury taste, is one of the five basic tastes. It has been described as savoury and is characteristic of broths and cooked meats?
Ah-well, I’ll try them later.
I got carried away updating this blog, and was an hour late in going down to move the clothes from washer to dryer! Schlemiel!
Luckily no one had needed the washer and took the things out, they were still in the drum. I moved them to the dryer, set it going, made a note of the time and back up and set the timer, near the computer so as not to ‘blob-it’ again with the drying time.
This made me think of the missing second-hand £2 watch. I had a ferret around searching anywhere I thought I may not have looked. Of course, it was an utterly unsuccessful effort! Grumph!
I updated this blog until the alarm reminded me to go down to collect the laundry.
The workmen who were fitting the new Fire Sprinkler system were using the lifts, and it took me ages to get down to the ground floor.
As I got out of the lift, the queue of folks to get in was rather large. Nora and Penny amongst them, who I greeted with a cheery “Ah, you’re back, well done!” But not having the hearing aids in, I don’t know if I got any reply, but I did a couple of smiles. Hehehe!
I got in the laundry room, emptied the dryer and folded the togs. Wiped the drum and cleaned the filter.
Then Penny arrived, down to do some washing. We had a natter as I put the things in the bag. She had to shoot off, cause she’d got something cooking. But you never know, but I know, that also, I had no B.O. Hohoho! Is there no end to my poetic-wit!
When I got up to the twelfth floor, I photographicalised the prep work done up to now on the Fire Sprinkler system.
Health Checks carried out.
Nosh prep work. Got the Moussaka in the oven, with plenty of extra grated mature cheddar cheese added. Sliced the Marinda Natoora tomato ready to put on top of the meal later. Set the timer to remind me to add the toms to the meal. I nibbled a slice, and could not decide if I liked the taste or not. They did not have a tomato flavour as any other would have, and it is hard to choose the right words, but I’ll try. ‘Nutty’ ‘Not strong, more a delicate but positive tang’.
I noticed that a jet trail in the sky was breaking up so quickly after it had been made. The high winds, the cause perhaps. So I took this snap of it.
I put on the TV, with the timer at my side and made sure I did not fall asleep. The timer burst into life and off to the kitchen I went.
I added the tomatoes on top of the meal, and a small baguette as well.
When it all looked good, I served it up, and a right-treat it was, too.
The heated fancy tomatoes tasted almost meaty, very tasty and without using any salt on them as well. Excellent to use in cooking I think.
Despite tiredness dawning so suddenly, I did enjoy this gastronomic delight. A taste rating of 9.2/10 for this.
Washed the pots, during which I stopped to take these photographs of the turbulent, but beautiful-looking early evening sky.
Then, of course, I found it harder than ever to nod-off. Eventually, I did and was so thankful.
Both door alarms chimed out! With much strength of willpower, and not being mentally with-it, I hauled my part-rested body, with its so irritated and pissed-off mind at being woken up from my slumber to the door. Dizzy Dennis’s previous attack was still affecting me, so I used the walking stick. It was a technician, who informed me that the fire-alarm was down and he thought the problem might be in my flat, and can he come it to check things? I was not very responsive, but I realised it was not his fault, let him in, and he did some checks. He departed saying something as he left, his body language told me all was okay now, but I did not catch any of his words.
Locked the door and back into the recliner. Of course, now I found it harder than ever to get back to sleep! Tsk!
01:00hrs. I reluctantly woke. Finding no signs of nocturnal nibbling, Knobbly-Knee Neil still in position, and the Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket was unused, I cheered up instantly and exponentially! A great start to the morning, I thought!
I removed my cumbersome, almost obrumpent, stomach-ladened frail body out of the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 rickety, rusty recliner. With foolish thoughts of the whereabouts of my missing pre-owned £2 wristwatch that I’d misplaced.
I had a wee-wee, and commenced yet another ferreting and rummaging around searching-session for the much-missed, bargain watch. I already must have looked in most places, yet tried many of them again, but without any success! Finally. I gave up looking, so annoyed with myself for losing it! Shlump!
The ailments seemed in a good mood for me. I got the Health Checks done.
The Sys had shot up again.
I opened the unwanted new window to take this photo of the morning view.
I was well pleased with how it came out, but for some reason, it started off the old brain-storming with its wandering, variable, totally unrelated meanderings. They did not make any sense to me, so no point in revealing their crassness and illogicality. Oh, all right then! The things I remember going through the mangle in my brain were; The massive reduction in the size of the police service, and immigration. Pavement cyclists, the decrease in the size of products on sale, aliens, (Are there any, will they visit). The imminent return of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the flat, the end of the world, terrorism, will the EU collapse, why are politicians liars and dishonest cheats (although I already know this, it is because we let them get away with it), and how can anyone not like Marmite?
Off to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. Messy evacuation again, but Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding a lot less last night.
The knotty, gnarly, protuberant knees and legs had changed in their appearance again. And for some reason or other, the colour had returned to the flesh, and the hands too! Having said this, on my next inspection when I was changing into the trousers later, they had gone back to their pale-bloodless-mode again? No wonder I get confused!
I made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. Which was a mammoth session with all the pictures I’d taken in town to go on it. I think it was about 06:00hrs by the time I got it all done and posted off.
I made a mug of tea, and began this post going.
Got as far as here, and made a pot of Sharwood’s Sweet & Sour Noodle for breakfast.
Went on TFZer Facebooking. Then tried to concentrate on catching up with the blog template headers.
Having stopped work on the graphics, I went to make another mug of tea. And discovered I had left the hot tap (faucet) running. I was irate with myself, swore at me, and felt such a fool!
The rain was falling.
Back to computing.
Sister Jane rang. She was preparing her dinner and the line connection was very poor. Shame really, cause I’m not sure what it was that she was telling me off about. Hehehe! Bless her.
Back to the computing of the graphic headers. Got the Health Checks done.
Apart from dropping the dessert on the floor (Tsk!), the meal was very good.
Stewed steak in gravy and roast potatoes, with the juice being soaked up with some hot part-baked baguettes from the oven. A worthy 9/10 flavour rating.
The washing up took ages, during which I dropped and broke the vinegar sprinkler. Is there no hope for me? Huh!
The weariness and fatigue overcame me then. I put on the TV, but all I could do was sit with the mind chafing-away at me with defeatism, self-doubts, self-recriminations, pathetic self-pity, guilt-ridden, rueful, self-doubt, timidity and uncertainty.
I have no idea what was on the goggle-box, the mind ruled my concentration and tortured me, until I eventually fell asleep very early, even for me.
01:05hrs. I had an attack of clinomania this morning. Oh boy, there was no way I wanted to wake up, let alone get out of the £300 ci. 1968, second-hand rickety recliner in which I was spreadeagled, half-in, half-out of! I retrieved my right leg from the Ottoman, not easy, but I managed it.
Then, I spotted many signs of guilty-nocturnal-nibbling having taken place around me. A jelly-baby resting in the folds of my stomach, an empty Marmite crisp packet in my right arm-pit, and a spilt tub of Marmite biscuits on the floor. Self-disgust, shame and culpability mode Adopted! I wanted to show and feel apanthropinisation, in an effort assuage the guilt and self-loathing, but my usual lack of confidence, insecurity, self-doubt, and I timidity felt compelled, to launch a mind-attack at my actions inwardly.
The need for me to use the EGPWWB (Emergency-grey-plastic-wee-wee-bucket), ended up with me treading on a pen and breaking it, causing a welt on my foot as I was en route to the bin.
This first wee-wee of the day was of the LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) variety. This meant I had a long, painful job of cleaning, tidying the room, medicating Little Inchies bleeding lesion to tackle. But, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda stopped me doing the cleaning, as bending was too arduous for me. I tried my best, but Anne Gyna then joined in with giving me grief, and I gave up trying to clean the place at all. It was far too early to use the vacuum, due to the noise disturbing my neighbours.
So annoying, my waking up each day in such a different physical state with the ailments! Moan over. Hehe!
I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications.
Ah, the first signs of the day improving already! The Sys had come down again compared to yesterday.
Back to the Whoopsies! I went to use the Porcelain Throne. What a messy affair and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding again too! I cleaned things and myself up and doctored the lesion with the Daktacort ointment this time. It is a little stronger, with miconazole nitrate in it, than the other cream. I was very sore after applying this and the Haemorrhoid Harold cream. Now, I had burning and stinging at the same time. Hey-ho!
Washed up and made a mug of the Glengettie tea, and put the computer on to update the Friday post. Got it finished and posted it off to WordPress.
Wee-wee’d, back to the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wees) again now.
I made a start on this blog for several hours. Then went on Facebooking.
Then I got some corn flakes, a mug of tea and a lemon yoghourt for brekkers. But the yoghourt fell off of the tray when I was taking the breakfast back to the computer. The pot burst open and joined the mess already on the carpet from the nocturnal nibbling crumbs that still need cleaning up. Oh, and the NCH plumbers mess from their shoes have not been sorted out yet. Depressed-Mode-Adopted!
08:00hrs. I readied things to get the ablutions tended to, and off to the wet room. The first thing I did was to pick up the bits of soil, grass and grit that had been deposited on the wet room floor when having the shower-head replaced.
Then I begrudgingly mopped up. The new shower head came in handy for rinsing away the water afterwards. By now, Anne Gyna and Kidney Ache Kevin had both increased their stabbing pains. But Arthur Itis was amazingly calm?
I had a good shave, did the teggies and got under the new shower-head. I medicated the fungal lesion and put some Germolene on the hand where I burnt it on the kettle yesterday.
Then dried-well and applied some Haemorrhoid cream. Got the new PPs and clothes on, and made a check of the pins (legs).
There was still an imbalance to the fluid content, and a new black papsule seemed to be coming up on the knee cap area. Just a few more spider-veins on the lower leg today.
I went to make a small mug of tea.
I heard new sounds from somewhere, they were not bothering me at all. Just that I could not identify where they were originating from, nor what was making them. I pondered for a while on how to explain what they sounded like, on this post. I end ended up with this: “Kerchunker, Brr, Brr, Kerchunker, Whine, Thud”, a few times, but they didn’t last long? Hehehe!
I got the black bags (five!) of rubbish made up from the bins and the recycling one just being closed, I realised that if I was to catch the bus into town to do my photo-shoot, I had to get a move one sharpish!
So I abandoned doing the bags, checked around, but could not find my wristwatch anywhere? Scrabbled about and got myself out and into the lift. Which topped on the tenth and eighth floors with no one waiting?
I took this shot of the front of the complex when I got to the bus stop. Where a lady was waiting who I had a natter with, (Beryl I think, but you know my memory status, Tsk!), told me that the weekday bus service is going to be every two hours later this month, instead of hourly. Also, heavy rain was forecast for later and tomorrow. Oh, dearie me! But we’ll see!
Had a bash at the crossword en route to town, I didn’t do very well. Dropped off the bus and called into the Poundland Shop.
Amongst the things I bought, I got a pack of five children’s toothbrushes, to keep to replace the one that keeps disappearing from the laundry room. Nibble treats for the medical staff, bikkies for the Social Hour box, smoked bacon, Cheeselets, and I tried some of their ready-made sarnies. I can have these with some chip later perhaps. I paid at the self-serve till; which annoyed the assistant who had to put me right when the red light came on. Haha!
I came out and watched the Nottinghamian pedestrians strolling over the road against the red don’t don’t-cross signs.
I walked down Clinton Street to back of the Council House. I’ve not seen so many Nottinghamian’s about in town, for a long time. Then I realised it is a Saturday. (One forgets when one is beyond use, going senile, and retired)
The folks were looking far happier and content than usual today. The general gloominess in their faces had significantly reduced. I wondered if it was the sunshine that was coming out, Spring on the way, or the increase in Council rents that had arrived and they were making the best of what they had? (Mine went up too!) But I expect it is in my case, to help pay for the unwanted upgrade. You know, the millions spent on putting in new windows and balconies. Those that I can’t manipulate, have blocked the vision and light, windows in the balcony that remove various bits of skin off of my knuckles and or fingers when I use the balcony side window to take photos out of, because I can’t reach to make shots now the kitchen windows have stopped my accessing to photograph below. Because the ledges stick out too far, and I now have to use step-ladders to reach out for my beloved photographicalisationing. They fitted the new sliding doors and returned to fill in the holes, leaving my recliner, chair, curtains, carpets, TV, cabinets etc. with splashes of plaster. But they send a bloke with a wire brush and a bottle of cleaner, to destroy my new carpets, that will have to be replaced when the job is finished. Then, they left me with holes in the kitchen… Sorry, got carried away there!
Back to the plot: I walked around the back of the Council House and down to South Parade.
Quite suddenly, Kidney-Pain Kevin, Back-Pain Brenda and the wobbly right knee all began to give me grief and did so until I had got home and settled. A bit worrying, but still, I have been doing well up to now.
I walked painfully down Exchange Walk to the Marks & Sparks food hall. I slipped the Big Issue seller a couple of quid on my way in. I came out, considerably less well off. Serves me right, I’m a gannet when it comes to food! Roast potatoes, frites, a ready-meal, and other bits.
I had a walk around taking some photographs. Ending up at the bus stop on Queen Street.
Wheeler Gate
Slab Square
Slab Square
Queen Street at the bus stop
Being a Saturday, the L9 was not due for another hour-and-a-half. So I waited for the 40 bus.
I spotted a plane in the sky (it’s where they are often you know? Hehehe!) By the time I had taken this snap and had a quick look at the camera screen, the clouds had moved so far, as I looked up, the layout in the sky was completely different. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them moving so fast in my life.
I was aware of how odd today’s hobble in the streets was, it felt like a xenizational walk around the City Centre today. As if no one could see me? Surely proof of my increasing Bonkersness, deliration, and psychosis?
The 40 bus arrived, and I failed miserably at the crossword book en route.
I was soon risking life and limb… twice! Firstly, in getting up to go to the bus door as the vehicle had to shake and shudder as this bus stop is on the steepest part of Mapperley Rise. Then, crossing the road was a challenge. Blind bends up the hill and down to contend with. A bloke in a BMW came up the hill and around the bend, he was going so fast, he nearly lost it! Safely over the road and walking down to the flats, I could now concentrate on feeling sorry for myself, as Arthur Itis, the Wobbly-knee Neil and Kidney-Ache Kevin, all made a concerted effort to ensure I was sorry about going out for a walk today. Hahaha!
As I limped in agony, well, a bit of pain, along Chestnut Walk to the end and my beloved Woodthorpe Court home, I thought to myself as I saw the obstacle course; “I hope the fire-alarm doesn’t go off this weekend. The engines would have a problem getting to us!”
I made it the flats and up in the lift to the front door, without seeing a soul.
When I got in, I had a wee-wee, washed and did the Health Checks. Then had a search for the missing wristwatch. I didn’t find it.
I got the oven warming up for the frites. Laid out the plate with the cold foods to go with the french fries.
Then, I carried out an in-depth search for the wristwatch and second pair of reading glasses. I was determined to find them, and spent a ridiculous amount of time on my hunting, rummaging around and talking to myself as I did so.
Eventually, the spectacles were located. In the wet room inside an opened part-used pack of Protection Pants, don’t ask please, I have no idea. Hahaha! Sad innit? But the wristwatch is still missing, Grumph!
I did the last Health Checks and emptied out the burnt frites from the oven, and put some more in on the cook again! By the time they were ready, the sarnies had started to go dry and curled at the edges.
Also, the packs of sliced apple I’d bought from Morrisons, and they had sent orange pieces, that were so bitter, after the first suck, I threw them away. Eurgh!
Still, the rest of the nosh was fine and dandy, apart from the dried crusts which joined the oranges in the bin.
I put the things in the bowl to soak, got the TV on and settled to watch a police programme.
As I put my feet up on the Ottoman, there was a pain and a sort of clunk from Wobbly-Knee Neil as he popped half-out of position. I muttered a curse word silently, then spent half-an-hour trying to get Neil back in his slot. Luckily for some reason, there was no pain at all when he eventually seemed to slide/slot in smoothly? This suited me!
When I got back to concentrating on the police on the TV, I realised I’d seen it before.
I remember thinking I’ll put on a Law & Order UK tape on instead… Zzzz!
01:25hrs. I woke to find a tenacious vagueness and strong-minded indeterminateness, had commandeered control of the grey-cells! (I like that phrase, makes me sound semi-intelligent. Hehe!) Joking aside, the first few hours after waking, had a murkiness of thought, and the mind did wander off of its own accord at times. Causing me to do some very odd stuff, and get things out of their usual timings and actions for a couple of hours or so, etc.
I lay there on the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 recliner, for a long time, trying to get the brain-box into a usable state. Somehow, rather worryingly, I just did this without any feelings or concerns; I just seemed to accept this as usual, almost.
The first task on my getting out of the recliner was to make for the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. Which I found to have been well used, but I could not recall having any nocturnal wee-wees? After the evacuation, I (Almost in autopilot mode) took the bin to the wet room and cleaned and disinfected it.
Drying off the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. And it could not have come at a more convenient time, for it was indeed an urgent and sudden one! Had I not been stood one pace away from the throne, I definitely would not have made it in time! It was all over in seconds, with a strong tinge of green prominent. The bottom was sore.
I wondered if last nights ready made Morrison ‘The Best’ Hock, Leek & Potatoe Gratin might have been the cause? I checked the contents on the label. But, the writing was so microscopic. Even with the reading glasses on, I could not decipher the wording. A failed search for the spy-glass followed. So, I still don’t know. I have another one in the fridge, might be on the safe side and throw it away, or give it to someone… no, that would not be fair. I’ll dish it; I think, just in case.
I got the computer going, downloaded the photos and got them ready to use. Then instead of updating and finishing posting yesterday’s blog, for some unknown reason, I found myself starting today’s diary?
After an hour or so, I realised that I had not taken the medications or done the Health Checks yet either. Klutz! So, did them (Well not really, but at the time I thought I had).
Sys well up, as was Pulse, and Temp.
Back on the computer, I intended to have a go at finalising the Thursday post, but went back to updating this one? The fuzzy wayward brain had not cleared yet, then. Tsk!
I was summoned back to the Porcelain Throne and did not delay in my response, straight to the wet room. A repeat style of evacuation. This time, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding. A lot of painful medicating and cleaning-up was needed in all departments. Now, at last, the brain accepted that things were not good. I applied the Cortiscorticosteroid cream carefully. Then I had a check of the pin’s condition.
Well, well, well, look at how the pins (legs) have gone now. Right leg far more filled with fluid than the left one, top and bottom. The right ankle had lost fluid, and the left had gained it? But, the mystery wound looked to be clearing up. Apart from an apparently new little growth in the centre? Well, it stops me getting bored with the ailments, at least. It was now that I realised I was having no bother (Apart from Duodenal Donald) from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Kidney Ache Kevin, Back-Pain-Brenda, Hernia Harry or any other of the ailments! The brain seemed to be regaining some control now!
Got a wash-up, and went to the kitchen to make a brew of tea.
I decided to use the new Nikon camera to make a panorama shot of outside. I opened the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window. But yet again, I failed to get the camera to accept making a wide shot! Grrr! Why this is I don’t know. I think I am having problems with the gentle shakes in the hands as I move the camera, perhaps?
So, I got the step ladder, climbed up and knocked the dodgy knee as I did so! The straight-ahead shot of the skyline was done with ease. But the leaning out over the stupid wide ledge they have fitted to the unwanted windows made it difficult, if unsafe really.
I’d like to know what Nottingham City Homes has against old photographers! Hehehe!
I can see the headlines now: Bald little fat pensioner photographer falls from 12th-floor! Camera get broken. The funeral is on Tuesday next at 0145hrs. Camera for sale: Nikon Coolpix B700, slightly damaged – offers considered. An underused brain, Cancer ridden bladder, Part-used mechanical heart valve, misshaped jointed patella, walking sticks, dodgy kidney, and an assortment of medications. Also, a sphygmomanometer, shrivelled prostate, 30fluid ounces of Warfarin infected blood (ready bagged-up), ready-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics, plastic/polyethlene hip, Stent, various creams and lotions, jaw with only four teeth, nineteen pairs of spectacles, thermometers, and hearing aids are now available for laboratory experiments. Hahaha!
I was not too impressed with the new cameras results either. Grump-Mode-Engaged!
Back to the computer. An hour or so later, Anne Gyna began to give me some stick – then I realised I had also forgotten to take the medications!
Back to the kitchen and took the tablets and medicines.
I made a mug of tea. This was when I realised how hot the ageing kettle is now getting, as the water boils. Ah, well, as Timothy Schaffert, in The Coffins of Little Hope, said: “I thought it such a shame that our culture had not devised a way to defang old age. A sophisticated civilization wouldn’t ridicule senility, it would elevate it, worship it, wouldn’t it? We would train ourselves to see poetry in the nonsense of dementia, to actually look forward to becoming so untethered from the world. We’d make a ceremony of casting off our material goods and confining ourselves to a single room, leaving all our old, abandoned space to someone new, someone young, so that we could die alone, indifferent to our own decay and lost beauty.” I think he has a point. Huh!
Back to the computer, and as the brain seemed to have improved, I updated this blog to here, then got on with finishing off the Thursday post. Beit belatedly.
All done by 0645hrs.
Went on the WP reader and sent some photographs to Pinterest. Took the eighth wee-wee of the morning. All were of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) classification.
Made another mug of tea. Made a Vegemite sarnie and got a bag of Marmite crisps for brekkers.
Did the Health Checks and midday meds.
Went on TFZer and Facebooking putting on photos.
From here on everything is a vague, confused memory until around 1500hrs. I assume that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun had had a go at me.
I ‘came-out-of-it’ around this time, and returned to semi-awareness. I was sat in the computer chair (lucky I had not fallen out of it, really).
Got the battered fish fingers and fries cooking in the oven, then I did the Health Checks, and took the medications. I felt so tired.
Had a marathon LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee), and a wash.
Served up the fodder. Chestnuts, battered fish fingers, mushrooms, tomatoes, fries, and onions.
I was in the recliner with the nosh in the tray on my knee and had turned on the TV to watch ‘Boon’. I nodded off, waking to the closing title screen scrolling. I finished the bits on the plate and picked up those that had fallen off the tray.
‘Pie in the Sky’ started, and I nodded-off several times, before giving up.
01:55hrs. I woke up and battled with the memories of a nightmare I’d been having, doing my best to get it, and the repetitiously resounding recollections to dissipate into the ether and stop disturbing my contentment! It was not the fact that I was falling down off of cliffs, tightropes, holes, off of bridges, out of aeroplanes, down sewers, etc. It was as if somehow, I knew it was not real, and I just wanted to stop myself being scorched and killed by the ever-burning flames wherever it was I landed. Very odd sensations were invoked, and I appeared to have felt guilty about my taking up the firemen and ambulance peoples time? I believe there was a St Bernard and a St John’s medic at one of the attempted rescues, that was the only one where I didn’t snuff-it immediately – the one where I ended getting singed and shrivelled down the sewer drain?
Waking up was a delight. Took me a few moments to clear the brain-box of the memories. But I did, getting rid of memories and thoughts come so much easier as one ages. Hehehe!
Escaping the clutches of the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 rickety, rusty recliner was a little more difficult than it has been of late. The right knee and left heel ensured this. Humph! As I gathered my equilibrium, composer aplomb and balance; I had to abandon the aplomb as I made a quick bee-line for the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket! Making it with seconds to spare.
Cleaned things up, and got on the computer to update the Wednesday blog. Stopped to have another wee-wee. Although these were frequent for an hour or so, they were all of the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) evacuation type.
Back to the updating, then had to stop again for a Porcelain Throne session. Not such a messy affair this time. But it was not precisely a rushable one. In fact, I got through a chapter of the Victoria Wood biography.
Back to the updating of the blog. Flipping hard work this morning!
I stopped again, as I had forgot to do the Heath Checks and take the medications. Oy Vey!
The resulting readings were much closer to the normal.
And, I found that I had not missed taking last nights tablet dosages, as well, besides!
Smug, self-congratulatory, puffed up, pleased with myself mode adopted!
I did the ablutions next. So I would be all ready for the Morrison delivery and ready to go out to the Aldi-store. Also have a chat with the Sturmscharführeress guard and sentry Wardens Julie and Deana at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Holding cell. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room Portakabin, and spare ammunition armoury.
Too early in the day to try out and use the new shower-head, though. So a Stand-up-routine was used. After which I went to make a mug of tea.
As I was putting the kettle on, I thought to myself; “Hello, where’s that draught coming from?”.
It was a long time before I discovered I had left the new unwanted window open last night. Tsk! What a plonka!
The intercom rang, it was the Morrison driver with the delivery.
I got the stuff stored away. I now have the fullest fridge and freezer of my life.
In fact, there was some fodder I could not get into the freezer at all! So I took a pack of bread thins with me later, to hand out and not go to waste, along with the tea bags I shall never use now I have a lifetimes supply of Glengettie and Morrisons Special Assam in stock.
This is the little gadabout route I did later.
A little mist about this morning, but not too cold at all with it.
I dropped off the jars at the recycling bin and put the recycle bag in the big bins, Robert the caretaker had placed them outside ready to be emptied.
The workers were very busy on the new Extra Care Winwood Court fittings inside and out.
I took this shot of the Winwood and Winchester blocks as I ambled along Chestnut Way to Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. I entered to find a few folks in there. One came in later, not realising that the Social Hour had been cancelled due to poor Jenny being so ill.
Thankfully, the bread and tea bags were utilised. And Deana, rang the doctors for me, to book an appointment for the blood test, that no one had done from the surgery. Tsk! Thanks, Deana. She’s mad about, you know. Why every time or trips me up, or she hits me, she says, “Excuse me first! Hahaha!
I was more pleased about anything when I heard Julie tell Dean they needed some milk. I said I could bring some back for them, and they let do it. Great to be able to do a little bit for others, I went up another notch in the contentment stakes. Now I must make sure I don’t forget some semi-skimmed milk!
I noticed a poster on the wall in Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Bellerina Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Holding cell block. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Makes you think, dunnit?
I chatted with the gals on the short bus ride to Mapperley top. Alighted, with some difficulty when I got thrown around on the bus when I stood up to get off.
As I walked along to the Aldi store, the light began to fade a bit, and a cold breeze began. Ah, rain on the way, I thought.
Got in the store and made my to pick up the milk first, just in case I got carried away and forgot to later. I collected the bits and got to the checkout, where I bought and paid for: The semi-skimmed milk, two sourdough part-baked baguettes, a pork pie, refuse bags, some tomatoes, sliced cooked loin and some German roasted meat.
As I got outside, taken aback with much darker things had got since I entered the Aldi store, proper-threatening weather now.
AS I passed the old car showroom that has the mystery contents in the window last week.
All became clear. (He says, fibbingly!) Outdoor Living by Zoo Interiors.co.uk… although not too clear! Haha!
As I moved on along towards the Mapperley Rise turn, that I needed to take to get home, the vehicle drivers were turning on their lights, it was getting so dark.
I stood still for a few moments. Because the view reminded me something or some time, some experience… but I could not recall precisely what it was. I soon gave up trying to find the reason and moved on.
As I turned right down the road, I attempted to make a panoramic photograph of the dimly-lit view ahead of me.
It didn’t come out very well, and again a third of the take was just black. So I trimmed it off later, to leave this effort.
On the corner of Maurice Drive, some kind Nottinghamian had created some Nottingahamian Street Art. Humph!
As I got further down the hill. I tried another panoramic shot, this time of the Deacon Tyres depot.
This one came out a little wider, but I don’t know why. I think I’ll have to stop trying these types of pictures on this old camera.
Some herbicidal chaps were working on murdering the trees. The peccary swine! Still, it gave me a new view to photograph for you! Hehe!
I crossed the road so I could walk down where there were fewer of the builder’s vehicles around.
But, the contractors had left something in the way on the pavement. So, I had to risk life and limb and walk in the roadway, until I came to the junction when I could risk stepping on the wet grass and mud.
If you want a flat here, I can put in a good word for you? Hehehe!
As I got to towards the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, I took these two shots.
Winchester Court nearest
The busy men grafting on the Winwood Court building
Got into the shed and handed Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress & Harpsichord player, Warden Julie the milk. She insisted on overpaying me. A few words of a socialisationalistical nature were exchanged.
Going up in the lift, I espied two new posters on the walls.
I made way back to the flat. After a wee-wee, I put the food away and got on the computer to update this blog. Three hours (and wee-wees) later, the odd persistent noises from the other side of the wall ceased! I’m glad to say. That being an external wall, I assumed the lads were filling in the holes and gaps like they had done on Winchester Court.
I went to check on the heat on the oven to put in the Hock, leek, potato gratin with extra cheese and tomatoes added.
The noises had stopped again
I could see why now.
The rain was pouring down, and the lads were running for the cover of their vehicles.
Note that the Sony camera, the one that gives me redeye, reflections and refuses to allow me to take panoramic shots, is now offering me black squares as an added free extra!
Bad luck? Unlucky? Me?
Grumph!
I gave up and got the nosh prepared.
Hock, leek, potato-gratin ready meal, with extra cheese, garden peas, french fries and tomatoes added.
Surprisingly enjoyable, although later after eating it, I did get visited by Confusion Confucius toying with the brain for a while.
Flavour rating of 8.8/10.
When it came (in the morning) to updating this blog, I fear that memory blanks prevent me from writing about what I cannot recall from here on?
01:35hrs. I was up and out of the £300 second-hand Ci 1968 recliner and utilisationing the Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Wee-wee-Bin within a minute of getting my balance and on my feet! Although I coped without too much hassle in rising this morning, the left foot heel, and the right knee patella were both tender and painful. But this didn’t phase me, because, Kevin Kidney, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, and Headache Henrietta were all being compliance in the hassle stakes. Fair enough, Duodenal Donald did kick off later, and Henrietta in the afternoon. But things could have been so much worse. The fear of the knee giving way again was my only real worry.
With staying up late (for me) last night, in case the Nottingham City Homes electrician or plumber arrived to sort out the shower for me, meant my sleep pattern was ruined again, although the mystery phone-call waking up must take its share of the blame. Tsk!
I cleaned and refreshed the emergency bucket, and got on with the Health Checks.
The Sys was down, but the Dia was up in relation to this. Not that I can fathom out if this good or bad.
I then took the morning medications. But, in doing so, I become cognisant of the fact that I had again forgotten to take the evening doses yesterday! So, I swallowed just the Warfarin, Simvastatin and Indapamide from the evening pot, then took the mornings.
Oh, I do annoy myself at times! Klutz!
I got the computer on to update Monday’s blog… Grrr!
I went to make a mug of tea while it was down. Only one of the five blue lights were showing on the Virgin box.
The sky and view outside looked rather attractive, so I made a snap of it. Almost like a painting. Don’t you think?
I pondered for a few moments, on who it was that may be out and about in Nottingham at this time in the morning. The emergency services, the muggers, the Pavement Cyclists, sleeping security guards, the burglars, street-sleepers, delivery drivers, importers of illegal immigrants, drug gangs, social security fiddlers, MI5 agents, alcoholics, shoplifters, night porters, Takeaway workers, Dentists working out how to charge more for unnecessary work. Social security claimants, swapping their children with other parents to pretend they each have 24 children to support. NHS staff, the Chat-line operatives, Alcoholics Anonymous, Polish and Romanian gangs stripping the cables from the motorway, and Politicians up late fiddling their expenses, etc.
Back to the computer, and it was working again, now! Hurrah! Made a start on the updating.
Off to the throne. Another messy evacuation. Tried the shower, red lights again. Turned it off. Little Inchies Lesion had been bleeding again.
Got on with the blog again, and finished it off and sent it to WordPress.
I began doing this post for about three hours, then decided to get some breakfast.
A savoury one this morning. Marmite cheese and biscuits, mini pie and a few pickled mushrooms, with a mug of tea.
I watched some accident clips on the U-Tube site. Then went on the WP Reader.
Tried the shower, but still not working. I finished off the Tuesday post. Stand-up ablutions tended to.
Got myself dressed and everything ready for a trip into the City Centre. I was doing the checking to make sure everything was alright and no taps left on, doors open, the stove left on, electrics were safe, etc. when the door chime chirped into life.
08:40hrs: It was two chaps from the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team, come to look at the shower-head. They checked out the state of the head. Declared they would be back shortly and went to get a showerhead from the van, presumably.
They returned with mud on their shoes and set about fixing the shower for me. The replacement head did not have any controls for the spray. The man told me I can buy one from Wilko if I wanted one. Which is what I decided to do later today. Not so much a luxury for me, more a need. After I have bleeding from the lesion or rear end, I feel the need to have a good lather-up and a strong jet blast from the showerhead, to clean things up well-enough to feel comfortable. I can also give the feet a blast, being as it is uncomfortable for me to reach them. Ah, the joys of old-ageing! Hehe!
I thanked the lads and off they went.
Followed shortly after by me. Both of the lifts were working again.
I made my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I greeted the five residents in the room with a cheery “Morning each, hope you’re all well!” In return I got, a ‘Hmm!’, a ‘Yea’, a blank stare of surprise, and two ‘Morning’ in reply! I said, “Well, its good to know you’re all so cheerful!” Which got a couple of laughs. We had a little natter between us, which I liked.
I advised Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Julie of the shower having been done for me, and a little chinwag.
Out to the bus stop for another little chinwagging session. Caroline from the Care Home further up the road provided me with a bit of gossiping en route to town. She is not in good spirits at the moment. Bless her. I tried to cheer her up a bit.
We alighted the bus and parted to do our own shopping. I went into the Wilko store in search of a shower-head and liquid soap flakes.
I got the shower head for £11, which I thought a bargain. It has variable settings for the water jet on it. I ended up at the checkout with this head and a bag of jelly babies, the Liquid Soap Flakes, laundry freshener and an air spray.
Then I paid and departed walking over the road and to the Tesco store. I spent a good while sorting through their out of date bread, ending up getting a pack of the bread thins, and they had the Sweet & Sour pot noodles on offer, so I got a couple of them.
Then I had a wander around, along Milton Street and up by the KFC through Trinity Square, down Trinity Walk, then over Parliament Street and down King Street to the slab square.
There were so many more retail units closed down in Nottingham than I’ve ever seen. This does not bode well for the future.
Trinity Square
Trinity Square
Wheeler Gate
Mismantling the Nottingham Wheel
Queen Street pavement cyclist (one of dozens)
More jolly, gay, abandoned Nottinghamians
South Parade tram stops
The things I’d seen today, closed shops, sour faces, etc. had got to me. I felt a little depressed. Made my way up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop to wait for the lift home. A gentle tap on my back was felt, it was Caroline joining me at the stop. She chatted with me as we drove home on the bus. I gave her a take-care and thumbs-up as she departed to her home.
Had a quick few words with the residents getting on the bus I’d just got off of. I enjoy having these sarcastic comments, insults and smiles thrown at me from the gang when I get back home. Hehehe!
I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Brigadeführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Detention cells. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and informed the Guards that I had got the showerhead, and gave them a flash of it. Hehehe! Deana kindly told me to let her know if I need any help fitting it. Bless her cotton socks!
The temporary-footpath from the bus stop to Woodthorpe Court that is partly-shared with the contractor’s cranes, diggers, tractors, the delivery lorries, and dog-walkers will be sadly missed when its all over (If I’m still alive then, of course). As will the heart-helping shocks of nearly getting knocked-over or into.
Crossing this road to the foyer is most inspiring and nervous-making! Haha! They have no options but to block things, it’s the nature of the building game.
Into the flat, had a wee-wee SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee variety) and put the purchases away.
Putting away the liquid-soap-flakes, the bottle slipped through the fingers as Colin-cramps interfered with the process. The good part was it didn’t burst open… the sad part is it bounced up and landed right down on my corn!
Then I got the nosh planned. I would have some meat sarnies using the wholemeal bread thins, with plenty of sliced tomatoes. I got the oven warming up to cook the oven chips, then made up the sarnies. I might add a few pickled mushrooms as well. Ah, the life of a megalithic, epicurean, gastronome! Hehehe!
I put the chips in when the oven had heated up.
I got a rinse and changed into the jammie bottoms and tops for once. Checked the pins (legs). The ‘Nobbliness’ was returning, and the fluid appeared to be increasing again?
Had another wee-wee, they seem to be coming more frequently tonight. Did the Health Checks.
The whole nosh was excellent this time out. The chips, although pale looking, tasted wonderful. And I judged the amount right for my taste-buds for once.
Had a wee-wee. Washed up. Sat down with a mug of tea, and fell asleep.
But not for long, in fact, only about an hour or so. An almighty (or so it seemed at the time) banging that lasted only a few seconds woke me up.
I got up to take a look around. I ended up not knowing if I’d actually heard a noise or dreamt it? Nothing untoward found.
Did the last belated Health Checks and the medication imbibing.
As I lay there back in the £300 second-hand rickety ci 1968 recliner, I wondered if I should watch the TV or not… it didn’t matter, off I drifted into a nightmare-ridden sleep! Tsk!
00:10hrs. I woke from the night’s Colin Cramp affected kip, but felt so drained and tired still, I drifted back to sleep. A rarity that is.
01:45hrs. On this awakening, the need for a wee-wee forced me to detach my overly-stomached body from the £300 second-hand, ci 1968 recliner and make use of the Furesomide Inspired Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket. It was of the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) variety.
I tried to work out why I felt so tired-out. Colin’s Cramps was as painful as its ever been last night, so that must be part of the reason? Why this should happen, I don’t know. The fingers warped and hurt, the ankle and toes as well? But no signs of any bother at the moment. The dodgy knee that let me down yesterday felt fine now? A confused old reprobate hobbled carefully to the kitchen to do his Health Checks.
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. Well, well, what a change this time!
SYS well down, DIA well up, and the pulse belted up to 97! Bad enough, but the old Sony camera is now capturing things that were not there.
Note, the whatever it is to the right of the Start button? Beats me!
I made a brew and had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Another lightning quick Trotsky Terence affair.
I investigate the pins situation. Both the knee and wound thing were looking much better this morning.
The body looked peaky, sickly, drained, ghostly, anaemic; like death warmed up pale.
Medically, things ain’t too good at the moment. I bet the phone call last night that I missed was from the surgery, clinic, hospital or health centre. Humph!
On the way back to the kitchen, I felt movement from the right knee and was not liking this at all. A smidge of nervousness kicked in.
I took the medications with the mug of tea; it was well cold enough to be safe to take the tablets with. Washed the pots from last night. Had another utilisation of the Furesomide Inspired Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket, and made a start on this blog as far as to here.
Then finished off the Monday post.
0500hrs: Posted some pictures to the albums on Facebook.
Brekkers sorted out – Corn flakes.
Hello, that headache coming back again. Tsk! I took an extra codeine tablet with the early lunchtime medications.
Went to get the ablutions done. Did the teggies. Cleaned and medicated the two lower regions in need. Had a shave, and got under the shower… Dam & Blast it! The two red lights came on again after a few seconds! I turned off the shower at the power. Gave it a minute or so and tried again. Put the power back on, turned on the shower… Same Again! Within a few seconds later, the lights came back on! I left it for a while and pottered about in the kitchen. Ten minutes later, I tried again. Just the same! So, I had to have a stand-up wash, yet again, instead. Humph!
Then, after medicating Little Inchy and spraying on the Brute, I found I was not able to get the socks on! The legs had stiffened, and mainly the right one’s knee was too painful to pull up to get to the feet too high enough for me to get the hosiery on. This is not good! Fingers-crossed that things ease up for tomorrow morning. Just as well I get enough exercise just pushing my luck, in thinking things might improve!
Moroseness-Mode-Engaged. However, a faint trace of yesterday’s absurdly over-optimistic moment of looking on the bright side through rose-tinted spectacles had lingered. And I was again determined not to get into a depressed, self-pitying, sorry-for-myself situation. The last thing I want is to become is an anhedonia sufferer (Lose my capacity to experience pleasure).
So, I forced myself to get the black bags sorted and off with them to the waste-chute. I noticed we had both lifts working this morning. Are things looking up? (Careful Inchcock, you’ll be believing in flying pink elephants, next. Hehe!)
Not really feeling up to going for a walk at the moment, so I decided to go outside and do a few photographicalistions of the Winwood complex.
I got appropriately dressed, well, all bar having no socks on. So I wore the new pair of slippers to keep my sockless tootsies warm.
I got into the lift and went down to Jenny’s floor to drop off her pressie. But she was not available.
So, when I got to the lift lobby on her level, I realised I had not taken the hearing aids down with me. So, back to the 12th-floor and picked them up. To the elevator and down to the ground floor.
Where I embarrassingly became aware that I had also left behind the mobile phone. So, back up and collected it. Once again into the lift and down and outside.
As I left the lift, I spotted signs of the usual yearly year Ladybird invasion. I got the camera and took a shot of it. There were many more outside as well.
As I stuck the old camera lens through the fencing to take this picture, I had a terrible feeling that I might have left the SD card in the computer. But, all was well, it was in my Sony.
Even if I did get red-eye in the resulting picture. Tsk!
The sunshine shone, little wind and all in all a decent day out there.
I crossed over the road away from the complex and attempted a panasonic shot. No, that’s not right, is it? Panorama shot, that’s it!
Left to right, Woodthorpe Court, Winwood Extra-Care Court (As will be), Warden’s Holding Cells and Winchester Court.
*Below is the same picture after I’d worked on it in Coreldraw for a bit of fun. Hahaha!
When I arrived at 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, Oberschützeress Housing Patch Manager/Catwalk Model, Angela Gould, Obergruppenführeress Warden/International Gymnast Deana, and Obersturmbannführeress Warden/National Champion Breast-Swimmer Julie were in there with a few tenants.
We had a little chinwag, and the Warden/Guards were kind enough to stop working for a moment, to pose for me to take their likeness. Good innit! I told Deana about the shower.
I said my farewells and off I went to take even more photographicalisations of the this peaceful, romantic, pleasurable hive-of-love known as Winwood Heights!
I observed that Winchester Court had now had all the fallen-off letters on its nameplate on the end of the building replaced.
I began to form my ideas for the doctoring of the panoramic shot above.
I think I like the new Art Deco colouring of the apartments now.
Most apparent on the new Winwood Court and Wardens and facilities offices block, in between the old two blocks of flats.
I twisted my left ankle as I mounted the temporary footpath (Of sorts), against the forty-foot drop down to the allotments, via the moist soil, grass and trees. (Note that last week, I said it was a thirty-foot drop – but I’m feeling in a more dramatic mood today.Hehehe!)
Across Chestnut Walk, I espied several busy workmen hard at it outside the Winwood Court, near to where the bus roundabout will be located. It could be of course, that they are digging for missing residents?
This made me think back to my working days. Which was not a good idea, not with my history of failures and having being made redundant three times!
When I got to the part of the fall-off on the verge, I took this photograph downwards. I had a plan on what to use it for later and to doctor it for a funny on CorelDraw.
But blown if I can remember now, what it was I’d formulated for the humorous graphic.
Sad, innit?
I ambled along and walked behind the flats.
Where the mound one would have to walk over to get all the way behind, I found too challenging and painful to climb up.
Another drifting off into deep thought. Mostly feeling a tad sad, at my bodies and minds catabolic decline. This pain in the heel, the knee giving way and my memory lapses are the most bothersome at the moment. Waiting for the kidney checks and the results of the swab test on the leg wound and examination, are equal second on the list. Haha! Mind you, by the time I get to go to have either looked at, they’ll have cleared up, or I will have croaked it. You’ve got to laugh! Well, I have to! I don’t want to obnubilate the situation.
I got in the flat, and Sister Jane rang. From the library where I think she said she and Pete were going for a talk on Suffragette history. She was concerned because I had not sent the usual email with the diary link. I checked on Google, and I had done. Pete might have missed it with me getting up so late (for me), and posting it off so much later than usual. She had to go when she knew I was still alive and kicking. But I managed a couple of minutes nattering, to annoy her. Haha! Pete found the Email. Nice of them to worry about me, really. Bless em!
I did the midday Health Checks.
*I got on with sorting the photographs I’d taken, ready to go on this diary. Then started to do the updating. (Spent hours on the computer)
Then, the door chime burst into life. It was Hauptsturmführeress Warden Deana, she left me a letter, did the alarm checks with control and had a look at and tried the shower for me. The red lights came on, and the shower stopped! We tried again, the same result. She called the maintenance and advised them for me. They are going to try and get someone out before 1800hrs to look at it if they can.
I did some more updating of this blog. I stayed awake much longer than usual, cause the maintenance electrician might possibly, perhaps, maybe, be calling sometime up to 18:00hrs, or not, whatever. Not easy for me to stay away so late. I’ve been up for about 16 hours now, and tiredness is dawning.
I’ve left the door unlocked in case I do not hear the chap… if he comes. I’ll get some sarnies done-up I think. I can watch a DVD with subtitles, then I will not need the headphones and should hear him… if he arrives.
Did the Health Checks and medication taking, and got the bread in the oven, to make the nosh.
Part-baked baguettes, one large sourdough, two small white. Buttered and filled with sliced tomatoes. Two pieces of pathetically plastic tasting chicken breasts.
The electrician didn’t make it. Quite understandable, taking into account the late in the day request. In a way, I hope the shower does not work in the morning, cause it may make me look a fool if it does when (if) the plumber arrives to look at it. Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit!
So, at 1810hrs, I got the headphones on and watched Heartbeat on the TV. Well, that’s not true. I started to watch Heartbeat, fell asleep within a couple of minutes, woke up to watch the start of Police Interceptors and nodded off again.
