Inchcock – Tue 22 Jan 2019: Someone forgot about their Clinic Appointment today. I wonder who? Klutz! Interesting chinwag day though!

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Tuesday 22nd January 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 22 Ionawr 2019

01:25hrs. I stirred in need of a wee-wee. Not urgently though, for once. I escaped the warm, comforting clutches of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and without much hassle, I ambled into the wet room and discovered the wee-wee classification had now returned to the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) mode. The mind had not fully engaged yet.

As I was shutting the door as I left the wet room, I had to reenter swiftly, with the Porcelain Throne duties demanding attention! Sat there, the brain kicked into action. I remembered I now had hot water again, and a light in the kitchen. Thanks to the kind intervention of Obersturmführeress Housing Patch Manager and East Midland Come Dancing Champion, Angela (26). ♥

As I left the room again, I spotted just one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) alive and kicking on the shower drain cover. As I approached with menace to get him or her, it shot down the drain.

It didn’t bother like it usually would, as I was in mixed but generally high spirits. Due to the much-appreciated help, I had was given in solving the water and light issues. The mind wandered again: The late appointment given me for today’s blood test appointment took the edge off of things a little though. I have to get bread, tomatoes, cheese, and some bleach somehow today. The Clinic I can get to anytime after 1400hrs. The dentist demand to be paid what I’d already paid rangled. My minds abstemiousness was being tested with these fears, worries, and challenges milling about in the brain.

Luckily, I was shaken out of this tempestuous mental turmoil, when I stubbed my toe on entering the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. Tsk!

The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. But it produced some results that fretted me a bit!

The SYS and DIA were both higher. And as for the pulse… that was 103! Mmm?

Still, I found it pleasant to do the checks with the rooms light one. I got the medications taken.

I had to grab the grey tub quickly for another SSPWW. I’m sure it fizzled and bubbled as it hit the bucket. Now, this did frighten me at first. Then I realised I might have left some drops of antiseptic disinfectant and bleach at the bottom when I cleaned the tub. Phew! I saw the funny side of this, and may have laughed out loud! Hehehe!

I got on with the updating and finalisationing of the Monday Diary. Which took me far longer than I thought it would.

Made a start on this blog. Many errors were needing repeated correcting. Humph!

Got the kettle on to make a brew. A lot easier now I can see things in the kitchen. Haha!

I got the bag ready for the surgery and clinic with the nibbles collected and bagged. Then added some things to the Morrison order for Thursday (Porridge, cheese, and bleach)

Then went to make a pot of porridge for brekkers.

Oh, I am a milksop! Change my mind and had cornflakes instead.

I waited until 08:00hrs, then I could use the shower without disturbing anyone, and had a jolly-good, long enjoyable ablutionisationing session.

The legs remain abnormal. Haha! The difference in shape and fluid content remains a further oddity. The spider-veins, papsules, pimples, spots, bruises, pot-marks, and unaccountable mystery scars seem to have changed, appeared or disappeared of their own accord, again!

Looking at this picture of the pins, reminded me of what a good idea of mine it was in response to advice given me by the Age UK advisor, to pay a professional decorator to paint the flat when I moved in. Humph! (See door frame bottom!)

When I got out of the shower, I found two EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) apparently swimming in the sink that contained the soaking in antiseptic disinfectant, facecloths? I had hoped that allowed entry by Willmott Dixon when they installed the new windows, weevils, had emigrated or hibernated for the winter, but no! Humph! Perhaps, with me having hot water for a few days, they thought they’d take advantage and have a bath? Hahaha!

I had a wee-wee, then gathered all the needs of the day into the bag and had a small mug of tea.

Which, is when I spotted the fantastic skyline outside. As the sun broke through from behind the flats, it clashed with the gloomy dark mist to produce this view. I can’t think of the word I need to describe it, surreal perhaps? No?

I took the four black bags of waste to the rubbish chute and got the sizeable white recycling bag fastened, and took it down with me on the way out.

Got to the lift door, then returned to the apartment to collect the hearing aids and swapped the reading for the right glasses. What a Nebech!

I called into 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 crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and greeted Brigadeführeress Warden Julie. We spoke of recent events. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.

Said our farewells of a sort, and I departed. A few residents in the distance were on their way to the bus stop.

As I meandered down Winchester Street Hill, the mind began to adopt its Negaholism-Mode. So strong were these depressive thoughts, I had got to the bottom of the hill and onto Mansfield Road, almost without realising it. Shame!

I crossed over the road, spotting this sad sign of Nottingham’s future, and took a picture of it. Another closed-down Nottinghamian business up for lease! The bleak, wet roads, lack of shoppers and the sun beginning to shine, but it brought no hope with it… Sorry about that, got carried away. There must have been some traces of the minds moment of negaholism left-over. Hehe!

I hobbled up to the Post Office shop and got some sliced Polish bread, and two for a pound Scottish Highland Shorties. Paid the chap and out. Crossed back over the road, and down to the Continental store to see if they had any of the lemon croissants or chicken bacon in stock. They had neither, so back out to continue my slog to the surgery.

As I left the store, this ‘Herbert’ of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he came across the pedestrian crossing at speed and rode up the pavement.

By the time I got the camera ready, he was swinging his legs off of the bike, before he went into a door on the right between the shops. I recall thinking: “Wouldn’t be nice if he lost his balance at this point while there was nobody near for his to fall on, and hit the lampost in front of him!” It was just another failed hope, like.

I legged it in the nippy weather up the hill, over and down into Carrington and worked out I had plenty of time before the late appointment blood test, to carry on to the Lidle store and shop.

As I neared the Lidl, another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came close to clouting me. I called out at this one, but apparently, it made no difference as the antisocial-scumbag, inconsiderate, selfish, arrogant, uncaring, blasé, callous, bullying, intimidating, git of a podle just carried on weaving between pedestrians at speed.

Into the shop, and I got a little carried away with the shopping. I arrived at the Self-Serve checkout with Lemon Swiss Roll (Treat for Nurse Nichole), Cooked Meat trimmings, Maple Cured Bacon, tomatoes, lemon cheesecake pots, Turkey weiners and Porridge pots. I got the things through without any hassle or need for the overseers to assist me, scowl at me or get annoyed! She still gave me a first-class scowl of contemptibility though! The bags were now heavier, and I blamed the doctor’s receptionist whoever it was, that gave me such a late appointment. Huh!

As I left the store to walk back up to the surgery – another damned Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but ran into me. I had to do the moving out of the way, she didn’t even attempt to change direction to avoid me at all. Until she came to a stop and locked her electric bike up near a shop! And walked into the store with a blank sort of vacant expression on her face. A good job she missed the most attractive and desirable looking mobile-using pedestrian lady!

Thinking about, the bike looked brand new, perhaps she had not got used to riding yet? Like with the mobility scooters, electric bikes: there are no laws to have any training, insurance, registration or testing before the riders set about scaring the hell out of the elderly, disabled, hard of hearing, sight challenged or disabled with sticks pedestrians.

Perhaps, The Rt Hon Matt Hancock MP, Secretary of State for Health and Social Care who graduated from Oxford University with a 1st in Philosophy, Politics and Economics, having studied at Exeter College, Oxford. He went on to earn an MPhil in Economics at the University of Cambridge, where he studied at Christ’s College, Cambridge, may like to make a note of this?

Or he may be too busy to bother? He has a lot on his plate at the moment:

His love of horse-racing takes up a lot of his time. A fiddle-filled wanting something for nothing addicted sport, that should have prepared him perfectly for Politics!
His determination to hold a second Brexit Referendum.
Once, he chartered a private jet on the way back from a climate change summit as energy minister, as well as accepting money from climate change sceptics.
He’s mentioned the ‘NHS’ or ‘National Health Service’ in the Commons on average once a year during his time in Parliament.
His saying that the Government was planning a further £1bn worth of cuts to the health service next year!
He’s been accused of breaking the ministerial code after appearing to endorse his own smartphone app.
When Business Minister, he was made to repay £1,674 after being found to have misused House of Commons facilities.
He also retweeted a poem that suggested the Labour Party was full of ‘queers’, which he claimed was a “total accident”.
But lets give him credit, he is not yet as repugnant as the supercilious, overbearing, pompous, condescending, gut-wrenchingly nauseating Rt Hon Jeremy Richard Streynsham Hunt who he replaced as Health Minister, and has remarkably been made Foreign Secretary instead of being put out of Government, only because of the things he knows about other MPs and Ministers! Gott strewth, poor Theresa May is trying to Govern the country and sort out Brexit with morons like these, supposedly at her side. Poor gal!

Just a few thoughts, you know! Whenever our well-practised gormandizing, quomodocunquizing clusterfists and rapacious varlets known fondly to us proletariats as Right Honourable expense fiddling MP’s come to mind.

I got to the surgery and logged in. The lady receptionist said in response to my bemoaning the late appointment time and telling her of the problems this causes me: “That was “?” who made your appointment, I thought at the time how late it was for you!” Ah-well! Got the crossword book out, but my befuddled brain was not really up to getting many answers solved.

Nurse Nichole arrived to fetch me into her treatment room. I could tell at first sight of her pretty smiling face, she was in a much more relaxed mood today. We had a hilariously entertaining (to me, anyway!) nattering session, aided by the bleeding really reluctant to stop after the blood taking. Much chinwagging and laughter ensued. It was almost like a happy ten-minute unbeatable holiday for me! Gave her some nibbles, and thanked her. She told me to take off the wadding on the wound later than usual. Her word is my command (I left doing this until the morning, but mainly because I fell asleep so unbelievably early). Dropped off some nibbles for the reception team an off out.

I caught a bus back into Sherwood. Walked up the road and into the Wilko store. Plenty of time before the L9 bus back up the hill was due, So had a walk around nosing.

I bought a pot of fragrance boost and a new China type mug. It was £2, but I thought worth it because I had found how good the tea tastes from the similar little mug I got for 50p from the charity shop months ago.

I paid the lady and had a look around the next two charity shops, not buying anything.

Then to the Co-op and bought some Cox’s apples.

To the bus stop, where I met Mo and Frank, and we had a really good natter and laugh waiting for the bus. Back at the flats, we alighted, and Frank shot off at an impressive rate of knots. The wee-wee needs, Mo and I thought, Hehe!

More gossiping as Mo and I limped to the flats. Mo had a sit down when we got in to catch her breath, I stayed with her a while, more blathering enjoyed.

Up and into the flat. Had an SSPWW, did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder away and made up some Polish bread sandwiches and some tomatoes, gherkins apple slices and mushroom added.

Made a brew in the new China-type mug, it tasted delicious! So pleased I have another one now, just in case I break the old one. Hehehe!

I enjoyed the salad. That Polish bread is so palatble, and with the extra salt in it, I didn’t need to use any on the tomatoes.

While eating and enjoying this nosh… I remembered that I had not visited the clinic! The emotions of nemesism, self-loathing, embarrasment, penitentiary thoughts, self-condemnation and disgrace came over me. I put the plate and tray on the side of the Ottoman, and stewed in my own disgust!

Evntually I turned on the TV, and drifted off to sleep before the TV had come on!

I woke with one heck of a start an hour or so later!

I had a wander around to see if I could identify the cause of me rude awakening but without any luck.

For some reason, I noticed that the temperature on the Nottingham City Homes gadget were both out of the green zones. But I still haven’t worked out if this is good or bad. My being uncultured, untaught, unschooled, untutored, untrained, unread, unscholarly, uninformed, uneducated, uncouth, unsophisticated, and an unaccomplished, unconfident philistine might be the reason. Nowadays, with the memory, concentration and eyesight going, there is little chance of any improvement? Hehe!

I got myself back into the £300 second-hand rusty, rickety recliner, and was off back into the land-of-Nod in seconds. Zzz!

Inchcock – Mon 21 Jan 2019: Terrible start to the day. Got betterer, light and heater mended. So tired!

Monday 21st January 2019

Icelandic: Mánudagur 21 Janúar 2019

00:00hrs. I stirred into a shambolic simulation of life, with the old mind in a state of worryingly mental-mayhem this morning. I was addlepated, muddleheaded and the fretting, panicking and confusions reigned, tormenting the brain somewhat for a while. Slowly the mind semi-focussed, and I saw the tray with the dirty plate and cutlery on the side chair. Signs of nocturnal nibbling were scattered around: an empty crisp packet, a jelly baby in the folds of my stomach, and a sucker wrapper in the waste tub, along with an empty desert pot! Oh, dear! This meant I must have got up out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner during the night, and gone into the lightless kitchen to fetch the food, surely? But I could recall nothing of doing so at all?

An extemporaneous and sudden demand arrived for a wee-wee! I fumbled my way out of the recliner, and stepping on a teaspoon on the way, I lunged for the emergency grey-plastic wee-wee bin, to find it was nearly full! (I could not remember taking any wee-wees last night either?) It turned out to be an LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) effort. It eventually filled the tub almost to overflowing.

I engaged my ‘Had-Enough-Already-Mode’ I hobbled to the wet room, and thoroughly cleaned and antisepticated the grey bin after emptying it. While I was doing this, the need for the Porcelain Throne’s usage arrived. It was a miracle that I was in the wet room at the time. For the evacuation was a five-second-long Diahorrea Donald, Trotsky Terence type, messy and soft! More cleaning up needed!

I returned to the recliner room, stepping on the errant spoon again. A silent curse word, a painful bend-down to retrieve the now warped cutlery piece, and gathered the plate and tray and off to the kitchen with them. The light tube was still on its last legs, and I foolishly forgot about this and turned the switch on. Within seconds Dizzy Dennis started off. Oy Vey, already! I left the items on the sink, I’m not going to sort them until it gets lighter and I can see properly.

The wind-up torch was utilised to do the Health Checks and take the medications and medicationalisational activities.

I had to use the torch again, to be able to take this photograph of the medicines.

I got the computer on and made up last weeks and today’s charts on the Excel record sheet. (During which I had to take two more LSPWWWs!) The readings today were up and down a bit. The pulse had never been lower, the weight and temperature have never been higher. Tsk!

Back to the Porcelain Throne. (Tsk!) The rear-end evacuation was over, again in seconds. But the follow-up LSPWWW took so long! I read the ‘Catastrophe’ book for a chapter or so. Huh!

This Monday morning’s Whoopsies, and Accifauxpas, so far had not installed much confidence in me for the future of the day. Humph!

The electrician should be arriving twixt 08:00hrs > 12:00hrs, to replace the kitchen light tube. I hope!

A few short, light Dennis Dennis visits and two more LSPWWWs came while I was updating the Sunday Diary. So it took me longer than usual by a long way. But, finally, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I began to wonder about these wee-wees, and questioned if I had taken a Furesomide without realising it? But I don’t think so, as I cannot recognise one in the photo with the tablets in it above.

I made a start on doing today’s diary for an hour or so. Then decided to get some brekkie, a pot of porridge I think. I’ll make in the light of the other room this time, to avoid pouring boiling water on my digits again. Hehe!

06:30hrs. Started to get the ablutions done.

An LSPWWW was passed. Then, would you believe it, I had a spot of bad luck. (Hard to comprehend, I know.) Half-way through the stand-up washing session, and the hot water started to run cold! Is today really happening? Or, am I still asleep and in the middle of an incubus nightmare? Mayhaps, it’s the Grim Reaper going soft, and making this day on earth so horrendous for me, that I won’t mind his taking me away? Haha!

I prepared the black bags and recycling bag ready to take down. I can’t take them yet, its too early cause of the noise, and the tube replacement chap might turn up anytime after 08:00hrs.

As I settled to update this blog, I suffered some splanchnic pains. But not from Roger Reflux or Duodenal Donald. This discomfort is coming from the lower abdomen. It is a nagging sort of pain, but I’d say only a 3/10 of the pain scale. Might be from the urinary bladder area? This organ is linked to the kidneys and may be why they have made the appointment for me on Thursday. No, Friday. Or not, of course. Hehehe!

I got on CorelDraw and creating some more page top graphics for the diaries.

11:10hrs now, no signs of the Nottingham Homes Maintenance electrician yet. So I made up some thoughts of the morning odes and graphics to use later. Shame, I’d hoped they would arrive early enough for me to get some shopping done. But, Hey-Ho!

12:20hrs now. No light, no hot water and in pain with the mystery pangs. Fed-up as well. I’ll nip out to see if I get some information from the Wardens, and ask them to ring about the hot water, or lack of hot water I should say. It’s the third time this has happened.

Hope to back in a while. I dropped the bottle of orange Lucozade on the foyer desk for anyone to take.

I’m back But feeling a right Schnook & Schmuck. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! Here’s why…

I set off out, feeling confused and irritated with myself.

Took this photo as I left the foyer, of the centre New Build Winwood Court compound.

Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I waved to a couple of passing residents, who acknowledged my greetings. That was good.

Got in the hut, and explained about the tube and lack of hot water. I felt even guiltier when I realised that Lynne and Julie were getting ready to eat their midday meals. Tsk!

Julie told me that she said the appointment for the tube replacement was for… wait for it… MONDAY FEBRUARY 4TH! Not today! I wanted to run away and die! Lynne handed me a DVD of the ‘Clarence’ TV comedy, bless her cotton socks.

Will I fall asleep if they come late?
I can’t dare watch TV, cause if I put the headphones on to view the TV or a DVD, I’ll have no chance of keeping awake.
I hope I don’t wake up late for the clinic and blood test appointments in the morning.
When should I eat my dinner?
Mustn’t forget the medications and Health Checks.
How am I going to cope for 16 days with the flashing tube in the kitchen and the ensuing Dizzies that are sure to come?
I’ll have to wedge the door open I suppose, in the hopes that they come straight in.

Thanked Julie and Lynne for their help and apologised for things getting things wrong again. Klutz!

I was a little in turmoil as I walked back to the flat. But I saw Willmott-Dixons Perambulator Pete and Ian Incharge as I hobbled along. So took pictures of them I can doctor later.

I then saw Penny on her way home from the bus, and I chased after her, she was quick, luckily I caught up with the gal as she was sorting out her door fob. The Lucozade was gone, so someone got made use of it, I’m glad to say.

I told Penny of my woes. We had a little natter and laugh going up in the lift. I enjoyed that no-end.

Got in the apartment, and had what can only be called a marathon LSPWWW. Longest ever one for me. Haha!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Then got on the blog, to get details down before I forgot them.

While writing about the concerns, the mobile phone rang. It was Nottingham City Homes Housing Patch Manager, Obergruppenführeress and Ballet Dancer Angela Gould. And boy was I pleased that she read my blog! She’s rang maintenance and got them to call today for both the Tube and the hot water problem. Bless her cotton socks. I was a little mixed up when I was telling her about things, but she understood I think. I thanked her and carried on with this blog updating. In a much cheerier mood.

At 14.29hrs, a cheerful chappie arrived and sorted the kitchen light tube replacement for me in minutes. I thanked him, and off he rushed to his next job.

Now, all I have to come is another electrician to do the water tank electrics. If they come soon enough for the heating to start, I should have hot water in an hour or so. I think it begins getting heated around 18 or 19:00hrs?

I must not sit down, or I know I’ll nod-off, wanting to or not!

I did some work in doctoring the lad’s photos on CorelDraw and Paint. Got them finished. Hehehe! Hope the lads see these and like em!

I went on Facebooking then, adding to the photo albums.

16:00hrs now. Well and truly past my kip-down time, but still waiting for the electrician. Might as well get the nosh sorted.

Oh, a success! Texas sausages, passata, and chilli-beans. The excellent tasting Aldi sourdough baguette used to dip and suck with. The other ingredient in the main dish was some rusty (skin on) potato chips. A sliced apple and another Limoncello dessert rounded off the feast for me. A 9.2/10 Flavour rating, despite my feeling so tired.

I think I was just at the point of nodding off when the intercom phone burst into life. It was another young man, who came mend the heater that had ‘Tripped-Out’ again. The lad was in and out in around three minutes, all done, now. Thanked him, had a wee-wee, did the last Health Checks and medication taking, and sat down on the £300 second-hand recliner. Got the TV on to try and stay awake long enough to watch a ‘Hustle’ episode.

The instant I got down, Colin Cramps attacked! He had a go at the left side tonight and got carried away. The fingers, wrist, toes, foot, and leg all suffered acutely. And these annoying pains from the cramps stayed with me for longer than ever before.

I kept rubbing in the Phorpain 20% gel on and off for over an hour to try and get some relief. I think, in the end, it had little effect. The cramps just got bored with hurting me. Hahaha!

I couldn’t concentrate on the ‘Hustle’! I drifted off into much-needed sleep, hours later than my usual time and before the end of the programme. (Nothing new there, then!)

Hey-ho! What a flipping harrowing, problematical, health challenging, mind-confusing, busy, and yet heartwarming at getting some support, sort of day it was!

Inchcock – Sun 20 Jan 2019: Another new Wee-wee classified arrived today – LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) Hehe!

Sunday 20th January 2019

UZBEK: 20 Yanvar 2019 Yil Yakshanba

00.15hrs: What follows happened just once before in my life: I woke thinking of the dreams I had just suffered. Nodded-off to have another, then woke-up and thought about the dream I had had. Nodded-off… This had happened repeatedly during my so-called sleep.

Every dream was farraginous, a mixture of my failings, mistakes, bad judgements and calamitous decisions, from different periods at the same time. Humiliating, cringe-making, embarrassing, and unsettling in the extreme. Particularly the last phantasm; As I recall, it contained two incidents that I had forgotten all about, one from when I would have been about eight years of age, the other about forty years old. These nightmares did nothing to boost my morale or confidence whatsoever. They left my poor old brain depressed and sombre. Oy Vey!

I lay there prostrate on the £300 second-hand ready-to-be-recycled rusty, rickety recliner, pondering, worrying and fretting for ages. I tried to make the images and memories repudious, by thinking of other things. Which failed miserably, when thoughts of the upgrading work, pipework, sprinkler system, moving the stuff out of the way in the flat to be done yet to make room for the builders. Pains from the mystery bruise in the left leg still active, the Clinic procedure due shortly, the bulb flashing in the kitchen in its death-throes, the painfull wee-wees, and it being a Sunday, no buses or chance of any chinwags… generally feeling sorry for myself I suppose. Tsk!

I didn’t dismount the recliner until 01:30hrs. Then only because I was in need of a wee-wee. And, what a change in them today! I felt I should reclassify them as LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) now. There was no sensation (other than the pain) or feelings of any evacuation at all! Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

Naturally as to be expected I suppose, I forgot about the flickering flashing light tube and turned on the light! Klutz! Almost instantly, and bringing on Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis, despite my turning it off straight away. Now I was getting annoyed with myself! I did the Health Checks and took the medications by torchlight. Hoping I’d taken the right tablets. Hehehe!

I made a mug of Morrison’s Assam tea, again by torchlight. Hehe!

Still, tomorrow the chaps from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance should be calling twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs to fit me a new neon light tube in the kitchen. Bless em!

I had a risky wee-wee (LSPWWW), by torchlight! And took a photo through the unwanted light and view-blocking new window of the morning scene. I was pleased with the old Sony picture it produces. The row of lights left to right just above halfway is from houses on Winchester Street.

As I put down the camera back in the dark kitchen. I caught the button and took this photograph from the cabinet top. Interesting if not fascinating.

To the grey bucket for another LSPWWW, and what a long one it was, too!

I took the brew with me to the computer to start on this blog.

But had to divert to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. The Porcelain evacuation was okay. But, the accompanying wee-wee, took that long, I read a bit of the First World War book while I waited for some kind of termination of the flow. Humph!

Had a rinse and freshened up afterwards.

As I was leaving the room, I spotted two dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles)! I had hoped not to see any more of these creatures and thought my nine-month solo-battle against them had been won. But No! I didn’t see any yesterday anywhere.

I was struggling to fathom-out how these two dead ones, where out in the open and yet I’d not seen them before. I wondered if the live ones were trying to drag their bodies to the nest? Or, maybe a spider had done the same? I’m all mind-boggled now. Hehe!

Back to the computer and doing this post up to here. Then, after another LSPWWW of even greater duration, I started to finalise the Saturday diary. Got the blog done and posted by 04:40hrs. Then added photos to Pinterest.Facebook Albums.

My antejentacular activities continued with my going on to update the Facebook Photo Albums. Then the WordPress Reader. Then had a look at the comment that had come in and the TFZer site.

And now, blow-it, Duodenal Donald has started off. Ah, well!

I stopped and went to make another brew of tea and sort out some breakfast for myself. The light tube was still trying to work, but it doesn’t help with the dizzies situation. I took these three photographs quickly one after another as I approached the medicine drawers to get an extra Omeprazole. Had an LSPWWW.

Got the brekkie done. A pot of porridge, a mug of tea and a wholemeal bread thin sarnie, using up the last of the German smoked ham. Very tasty!

Then off for another LSPWWW.

Started on CorelDraw to do up some graphics to use as page headers. But not for long… off for yet one more LSPWWW! Tsk!

Back on CorelDrawing. I spent many hours on this. But the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet made it slow hard work for a while. Humph!

Sister Jane called, and we had a decent nattering session. Which I enjoyed.

I got the nosh prepared, not that it took much doing. A ready-made Cumberland pie with lots of added cheese on top, tomatoes, chestnuts, mushrooms and bread thins with a splash of hoisin sauce. Followed by a Limoncello dessert, to which I later added some Squirty cream. Mmm! An excellent flavour rating of 9/10 was given.

I put down the well empty plate and tray and perused what was on the TV.

Plenty of stuff that I fancied watching… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Sat 19 Jan 2019

Saturday 19th January 2019

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 19th January 2019

23:35hrs. I sprang awake, without the brain fully engaged. I seemed to out of the recliner and in the kitchen with the wind-up torch assisting me to do the Health Checks, almost without me realising it?

The mind did join in with my bulbous body in activationalisationing when I dropped the torch and hit my shoulder on the cabinet in the dark when I bent down to pick it up. Tut-tut!

The BP readings were down. Good!

Needless to say, but the flickering bulb was doing its best to light itself, but it’s on its last legs now.

There is a more significant area of the tube gone brown/red, and the flickering had already brought on a Dizzy Dennis attack, that I could have done quite well without. Ah-well!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy evacuation with a little bleeding on this occasion. The flickering light tube had also brought on vision problems, well, focussing. When I got on the computer, it seemed to take a bit longer for me to do things?

I uploaded the pictures taken, and found this unintentional mystery one shown on the left here on the old Sony SD card?

I made up the Thought of the day rhyme and graphic for the top of this page, using CorelDraw, and went to take the medications and make a mug of tea. The Morrison’s Assam, now one of my favourite brews.

It dawned on me that I had been up for around an hour now, and I’d only had two wee-wees! Remarkable!

Back to the computer. I found I was having difficulty, a sort of acataphasia as I started this blog off.

I got myself side-tracked for an hour or so, with updating my personal word list. Huh!

Every time I stand, this so-called bruise causes a sharp pain with every step taken. I’m still suspicious that it may be something other than a bruise. But again, it’s no foofaraw!

I went to the obnubilated kitchen, to make another brew of tea. Where I opened the window and tried to take a panoramic photo of the horizon facing me. I attempted ten times to shoot it, but the old Sony camera kept informing me I was too slow, or shook the camera or was too quick for it to be recorded. Humph! I’ll have to but a larger tripod I can use in future.

This would have been no problem with the old windows layout. Tsk! So I took this picture. I might use it as a backdrop for a Morning Thought later on.

I started this blog off and got as far as here, then went to make a mug of tea. I used the torch again, to avoid the flickering light flashing, and avoid setting the dizzies off again.

Then I got on with finishing yesterdays Inchcock off and got it posted. Then went on to the WordPress Reader section, some good stuff on there today.

Then I considered my option in the jentacular field. I decided on a pot of porridge, and a few Scottish Highland Shortie biscuits would do me.

Beyond this point is all a blur I’m afraid.

But I did find this photo on the SD card in the morning.

I’m not sure what happened. But a memory blank for some reason?

I vaguely remember watching some TV later on I suppose.

No signs of any other meals, but tons of nibbling evidence. Tsk!

TTFN.

Inchcock – Fri 18 Jan 2019: My downward spiral, physically and mentally fallibility, pettifogging and shucking seem to be relenting. So, thankfully they are not aeviternal. Oh, Joy!

Friday 18th January 2019

Danish: Fredag den 18. Januar 2019

23:25hrs. I woke, after falling asleep about five-hours earlier. I knew I’d been dreaming and that they were not pleasant ones, but could not remember any details and I had not made any notes on the pad on the Ottoman this time.

No mind wandering this morning, just a determination (Well, a weak one I admit, Hehe) to make a start on sorting out the spare room later. The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Escaping the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner was done with almost ease. Apart from the left thighs mystery bruise pain when I moved, no Duodenal Donald or Dizzy Dennis hassle at all!

Avoiding any toe stubbing, I made my way to the wet room with haste, arriving in time to avert any repeats of yesterdays messy embarrassment.

Sadly, I found a dead spider on the floor. I fetched the Sony to photograph it. Is this an indication of a Weevil-Counter attack and their murdering of this innocent creature? Or, is it that the spider was out to eat them, and walked over the sprayed Weevil killer? I said a few words over the body and gave him or her a burial in the toilet bowl. R.I.P.

The evacuation went well, only a tiny bit of bleeding. I washed and was returning to the computer when I realised I had left the camera in the wet room. On reentering the room, the pungency of the stifling malodour, made me want to throw-up! Cor blimey, did that bit of salad on last nights nosh cause this noisomeness?

To the computer and got yesterdays post updated and sent off to WordPress. The concentration seemed a little better now. I have to say, I thought my recent ailments had gained the upper hand, and I had begun a downward spiral physically and mentally! Although I felt that this months mind-fallibility, misbehaving, pettifogging and shucking were going to be aeviternal.

Made a brew, and got the Health Checks done.

All sections seem to be on the rise again a smidge. Due to the reduction in the Furesomide as I wean myself off of them, I expect.

I took this photo from the kitchen window and went on CorelDraw to use it as a background as I made up the Thoughts for today graphic.

I’d received an Email from Morrisons about yesterdays order.

They kept to their word and kindly knocked off a fiver from the cast, for the delivery being so late.

I got a pot if the Morrisons pot porridge.

The light in the kitchen was flashing all the time. I tried turning it on and off a few times, but no luck. I bet the poor souls in their beds opposite the complex will get annoyed by this non-stop on-off flashing of the light, while it is dark anyway.

Pouring the boiled water into the pot was dodgy in the coruscating phosphorence. I poted some water onto my finger, Humph! So I walked into the lit room and filled the tub in there.

The real shame is that the lights have brought on the dizzies now! Oy Vey!

However, I did take eight shots from the same place near the kitchen door. And got a light-flashing and light-off pictures in order first time. Smug Mode Adopted

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I went onto the WordPress Reader.

Then I got the ablutions done. Made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute. I took a big bag of recyclable waste and took it down with me as I made way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumour-mongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where I asked Ballerina and Leutnant Untersturmführeress Warden Julie if she would be kind enough to ring the maintenance to inform them of my kitchen lighting problem. Which she kindly did. The bloke told her that all lighting was now the responsibility of the tenants.

I struggle but either manage with the step ladder to change the ordinary bulbs when I get someone to hold the steps for me; or ask a younger tenant for help usually. But this light fitting is a neon one. I don’t know how it fits on anyway. After Julie explained about me being at risk tenant, the man said he would have to make an appointment then. So he did when prompted by Julie. Monday next twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs. I thought fair enough, it is Friday already, so I’ll have to do anything needed in the kitchen in daylight for three days. I’m sure I’ll cope. Hehehe! I thanked Gruppenführeress Julie and set out on my mini-hobble into Sherwood to get some Polish bread and freshener granules.

I met Welsh William as I got out of the hut, he was on his way to Sherwood too, but much to fast for me to keep up with him. We exchanged a few words.

Towards the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned back to take this picture. Still showing Winchester Court on the new signage as being WI__ HESTER COUR_, Hehe!

I had a leisurely, laggardly amble down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.

It was pleasant to take this route without having to rush, as I usually do when walking to the Doctors, Nurse or the Clinic.

I thought the traffic looked light. Then realised it was later than I would typically have been hobbling down the hill.

I crossed over the road and slowly made my way to the Middle Eastern food store with the Post Office in it, to buy some Highland Shorties and sliced Polish Bread.

Alackaday! There was no Polish Sourdough bread available today! Ah-well! The chap said when I asked him, that some should be in stock by tomorrow, he hoped. So did I. I also wish I’ll be feeling as good as did at the time, in the morning so I can leg it down to get some. At least I got some Scottish biscuits. I paid the gentleman and departed crossing over the road at the Pelican Lights.

I called into the Wilko store and bought some washing fragrance and a bottle of lemon scented bleach. Paid the lady, and continued up the hill.

I stopped to look in the shop windows on my way. I spotted that the Card Shop had some thick, sturdy Notebooks on sale at half-price! I investigated and found them to be most suitable. I think that Lynne mentioned she needed something, so she didn’t have to keep using loose paper. So I got a few of the notebooks. At that price, it would be criminal not to treat her! Haha! Buying them proved to be along job, though. I picked up the books and went into the checkout. I got the right money out ready, and by the time someone came to serve me, I had a long line of customers behind me. Still, I was in no rush, and it looked like the gal helping was on her own. Poor thing!

When I was crossing the end of Trevose Gardens, I found out that the Winwood Heights Winchester Court flats could be seen from where I was.

So I limped down to get a decent picture.

I pressed on and walked up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park.

At first, there were very few about.

By the time I’d gone up the hill a few hundred yards, people and dogs seemed to appear from nowhere. And many of the dogs made a beeline for my bag to have a sniff and a nosey inside.

I never did work out what it was they smelt that attracted so many to me and my carrier? But I did enjoy fussing and chatting to a few of them. Included in the ‘bag-visiting’ dogs, where a group of three German Shepherds, a Chihuahua, Cairn Terrier a Scottie, two separate Labradors and a Lurcher type dog! I was enjoying myself! Most of the owners spoke to me, many showing surprises at their animal showing interest in me. Great fifteen-minutes walk!

Apart from a dangerous, ignorant, scumbag, knuckleheaded git of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist when I entered the park, this was one of the most contented few minutes with the canines, I’ve had in ages.

As I turned the corner at the top of the hill, I made for the Tree Copse, with the intention of walking down through it and getting some camera shots.

But, I noticed two people walking up through the trees, and they were slipping all over the place – so I decided against taking that route.

As I started to walk directly down the gravel path, I took this picture of the complex. Which I thought turned out a half-decent effort. Sometimes this old Sony camera takes better shots than the much newer Lumix, I believe.

When I got inside the lobby. May was sat there, and we had a nattering session, a few laughs as well. During our conversations, many other folks walked through who we greeted and a few we chatted and had a joke with. As it turned out, Lynne came through, and I gave Lynne and May one of the bargain-priced notebooks.

It was a while until I forced myself away, and up to the flat.

It tried the light in the kitchen, I don’t know why, cause it not going to work was it? Haha!

I did the Health Checks and the last of the enoxaparin injections for now anyway, unless the Warfarin level drops again. I updated this blog, then put some of today’s photographs on the Facebook Albums.

Health Checks were done, and the nosh was prepared.

I made far too much for me to eat. Much of it was left uneaten and thrown away I’m afraid.

However, what I did eat I enjoyed.

Did the Health Checks and made up a mix of spring water and orange cordial and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch an episode of the A-Team, then there were three episodes of Law & Order and two of Hustle all on after each other.

I didn’t get to the end of the first A-Team episode before I’d nodded off! Tsk!

Inchcock – Thur 17 Jan 2019: Uncontrollabilities caused unconventionalities today. I think!

Thursday 17th January 2019

Norwegian: Torsdag 17. Januar 2019

00:15hrs. I woke with the new big bruise on the leg stinging and aching something rotten. Then my concentration changed, and I pondered over the task of moving the flats stuff around in preparation for the visit from the demolition men to install the pipework for the new sprinkler system. Would I make it to the Social Hour today? Will the bruise and feet allow me to walk okay when I get up? Little Inchy is bleeding, ah, no signs of nocturnal nibbling. Eventually, my wandering brain returned, to the moving the things around problem, so much did it concentrate on this, that I decided to get up straight away and get the computer on to check the Google Calendar for the timings. Despite the Clinomania that hovered in my mind.

I extracted my obeast stomach-supporting body from the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner, without much bother. As soon as I stood up, the new bruise let me know its displeasure. I’m still not convinced this is a bruise. The type of pain it gives are nothing like the ones the multitude of other bruises gives me? But if Dr Vindla says it is, then it must be.

First thing I did was get the computer on, and check the Google Calendar. Oh heck! I found that it is not on this Thursday, but next Thursday that the men are calling to do the pipework! Another Cringe-making! Whoopsie! Sheepish-Shamed-Faced Mode Engaged!

As I got up to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne, the new bruise gave me more stick and pain than I thought it should be doing. And during the evacuation, I felt Dizzy Dennis trying to issue me some hassle, but only very mildly. I do not need him to kick off again like last night. Else my brain will end up being useless to me. Not that it is all that concentrated or useful as it is. Hehe! Tsk!

I got the Health Checks done next.

Now I have cut down on the Furesomide; the BP is creeping up. Well, I think it is, I’m not sure what if means when the Sys and Dia both go up?

Still, not complaining. The fear of Dizzy Dennis returning, this dang bruise making walking difficult, and the feet are top of my worry list this morning. Of course, things can change in an instant. Hehehe!

The wee-wees were thankfully back to an LSWW (Long-Sharp-Wee-Wee) mode this morning. Although the legs were not yet freed of all of the stored fluid. Once again, the spider-veins had mysteriously moved and changed colour and or positions.

The bruise came out looking like a scar on this photo? It doesn’t look anything like so severe to the eye, just the lens of my old Sony camera?

I got with this blog, so I could record things while still fresh in my head.

Then went on to finalise the Wednesday Woes post. Then I made a blog page of Tim Price’s Brilliantly written and composed song titled: “Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham” This one is with the correct lyrics. I made a mess of the ones I put in my previous blog. Sorry Tim, now you’ve saved the day by giving me the proper wording, I couldn’t wait to get it posted! Cheers, Mate!

I was so pleased with myself in getting it done correctly, at last, I held on to a wee-wee for a while, as I finished it off – Oh dear! Boy am I suffering now! Agony seems the most suitable word! Hehe! Why am I laughing? Still, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun are leaving me alone.

I decided to get one of the pots of the porridge I got yesterday for breakfast with a mug of tea.

I’d like to give a tip for anyone making one of these pots for their brekkers. Don’t squeeze the tub too hard when you pour in the boiling water. Tsk! Klutz!

Went to wash the mug, and my keen powers of observation noticed it had been snowing a tad.

Some snowflakes had lingered on top of the vehicles, rooftops, and the grass, but most of it had melted now.

I got the ablution sorted next. A stand-up wash, with it being too early to use the shower for fear of disturbing my neighbours.

These throwaway Bic razors are getting blunted quick lately? Humph!

I ran out of shaving foam and had a search for the spare one. Took me a few minutes to find the new one.

I took a picture of the pins after cleaning up. They are definitely holding less fluid now. Gone down noticeably. The blue almost circular papsule that had come up on the left leg had gone, leaving signs of it at all?

Also, I didn’t see a single, not one I say! Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle (EIBWBBB) anywhere!

I’d finished the ablutions with time to spare before the hour for the Morrison Delivery arrived. (0830 > 0930hrs). They may be late with the snow perhaps.

09:30hrs, no Morrison delivery yet? I went through the bag to make sure I had all the prizes, nibble, etc. there.

About 09:50hrs, the landline light lit up. It was the poor old Morrison delivery driver saying he’d be arriving in about ten minutes. Which he did. He’s been stuck on the A453 in traffic, and it took him an hour to travel a mile and a half! There are a lot of roadworks going on in that area. True to his work he arrived when he said he would. I have to say, they couldn’t help the traffic, yet they knocked £5 off of my bill and sent me a free can of light ale in with the order, and a sample of six mini-bottles apple juice; which will be nice for me to take the medications with.

I hastened to get the fodder stored away, put the light ale in the bag for an extra nibble for whoever fancied it at the Winwood meeting. Grubbled about checking things were left safe, and off to what was left of the Social Hour.

It was colder than I had expected out on Chestnut Walk. Frost on the road and cars still. The sun was fighting its way through, though.

By the time I got into the hut, there was precious little time left for me to socialise much.

My arrival was not one of the best I’ve had. I’d missed the raffle etc. too. I got the nibbles handed out, but no time to natter much, the box went round and came back almost emptied, but I didn’t get the usual opportunity to take it around and have a gossip as I did so. Jenny, Cyndy, Margaret, Doris, Gaynor, May, Doreen, Beryl, Frank, William, BJ, John and others were all deep in their conversations. But they did seem content enough bless them. And a few laughs were heard, which satisfied my complaisant nature. I had a job getting anyone to take the can of light-ale, Frank obliged me in the end.

As some of the clan left, I got a much-needed chance to have a chinwag with one or two of my amazing fellow-residents at last. Which really made my day, even though it was me who did most of the talking.

When I got back to the apartment, the weariness dawned, and a pang of hunger took hold of me.

I made some overly-well-buttered sandwiches with the last of the polish bread. Tomatoes and the German smoked ham, with the thick crust having cheddar and a few drops of Hoisin sauce on it. Some salad, egg, apple sliced, too. A Limoncello dessert to end with. I must resist this in future!

An A-team episode was on the TV. After watching this, I was determined to make a start on the spare room sorting.

But I fell asleep instead: and didn’t wake up for hours and hours. Tsk!

A song composed edited and sang, by Tim in New Mexico!

A song composed, edited and sang, by Tim

A thousand thanks to WordPresser Tim did this for me, relating to my Hobbles around Nottingham. I laughed my head off, at the same time as being amazed at this surprise song.

Brilliant I thought!

Here are the lyrics, followed by the link to hear this masterpiece of wit and humour!

I wondered what each streetlight and house light might be hiding?

Inchcock’s Wonderings While Wandering

Key of C

Each morning there’s light out there,
Someone is in despair?
Someone washing his own hair?
Alcoholics here and there?

Up there, a plane in the air?
A shoplifter in his lair?
Perhaps a millionaire’s heir?
Old chap sleeps in recliner chair?

There’s a vicar with a prayer?
Someone eats a cream eclair?
Old folks playing solitaire?
Hearing burglars downstairs?

Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham.
Streetlights shining on the sidings what do all those house lights have to hide?

Someone’s even happy somewhere?
With Cocaine a necessaire?
Street-sleeper, future billionaire?
Admits to voting for Tony Blair?

A Christian reciting the Lord’s Prayer?
Looking for a policeman full of despair?
Some of them might be out there
Taking in the night air

Someone with a cupboard bare?
Stealing cars, phones, a Frigidaire?
Some in places don’t want to be there?
Loyal abstainers or having an affair?

Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham.
Streetlights shining on the sidings what do all those house lights have to hide?

Someone battling nasty spyware?
Someone short on his bus fare?

https://gerrynottingham.blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/inchcockwonderings3.mp3?_=1

Inchcock -Wed 16 Jan 2019: Deep insights today. A fair share of Woes, errors and pains; but some pleasant natters enjoyed!

Wednesday 16th January 2019

Irish: Dé Céadaoin 16 Eanáir 2019

23:25hrs: After an amazingly, as far as I can recall, dreamless, uninterrupted long sleep, I woke feeling good (Honestly!)

But the brain activated and linked with the body, and the panicking began! The fears, worries, apprehensiveness, and forebodings filled the fretful mind. I felt the blood from Little Inchies Fungal lesion, and Duodenal Donald kicked off with his stabbing pains. Well, this put paid to the feeling well! Haha!

Next, I involuntarily passed wind, so I had to remove my overly-gross body from the £300 second-hand recliner, to get to the Porcelain Throne as expeditiously as I could manage.

The pain from the bruise at the top of the leg joined Duodenal Donald and Little Inchy as chief pain-suppliers, as I limped to the wet room.

The evacuation was one of the messiest ever, almost fluid and it took ages to clear. Cleaning things up after the motion, and the wee-wee’s started… A new type today. Not: SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) – LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) or an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee), oh no! This time I had the first of so many LWPPWWs (Long Weak Powerless Painfull Wee-wees) All of the dozens of wee-wees I had today were of this mode. Some took that long, I read a bit of the book while I waited. Tsk! To make things worse, the treating and stopping of the lesions bleeding were most uncomfortable! And, the mystery bruise on the leg top stayed bothersome every time I walked on it. Oy Yey!

Please assume that from here on in, the LWPPWWs were suffered throughout the day. But they seemed to get far less as the evening arrived. (Phew!)

Eventually, I got the Health Checks done.

Apart from the weight, I thought things looked fine.

I took the medications. Made a brew of tea, an LWPPWW, and got the computer on. The NHS had sent me a multi-a4 paged questionnaire to fill in a week or so ago, and I hadn’t got around to it. Yesterday they sent me a reminder. I found it could be done on the internet, so thought I’d better get it sorted.

It took a while, but at least its completed now.

Thus, I have got one less thing to tease the guilty tormented brain with.

The tea had gone cold of course, so I made another small mug. Then had another LWPPWW. By the time it had finished, this mug of brew had almost gone cold too! Haha!

I took this photo from the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows that need more cleaning and cannot be reached to do so. I was lucky to catch the moon, as it was showing through a little hole in the clouds.

I used this as a backdrop for my morning thoughts graphic that I made up next on Coreldraw.

Back to the Porcelain Throne. Again messy and semi-liquified in nature. This time, it took so long to evacuate, despite the fluidity, this puzzled me a bit.

Still, I got a few pages of the book read.

I just had a thought… (No don’t laugh, Hehehe!) If the Fire Alarm goes off today (Not that I can hear it without the hearing aids in, Tsk!), it’ll be handy. Cause the chances will be I’ll be in the middle of an LWPPWW when it activates, and this could come in handy on my way out if I come across any fires? Hahaha!

I checked the leg situation while in the wet room.

New papsules, spider veins far less in number (I wonder where they go?), Fluid a lot less I think. New and old bruises and pot-marks.

How come the hairs that disappeared when I started on the Furesomide have returned so quickly, but only on the top half of the legs?

The worst thing is that mystery bruise on the inside of the left leg that I thought might be an abscess. But Dr Vindla tells me it is only a bruise. How come such intense pain comes from it, but only when I’m walking? None of the many other bruises are giving me any grief?

Oh, dearie me! Duodenal Donald has gone up a gear pain-wise now. Now I remember I forgot to ask the Dr yesterday if I could have some more effective medications to counter the pains. I’ll take an extra Omeprazole 40mg capsule. These are for my gastroesophageal Roger Reflux disease and sticking valve as well as the ulcer. But I’m sure it will do no harm in my taking an extra one.

I got on with creating this days post.

I just got an email from the surgery. Next Tuesdays appointment for the blood test is for 11:00hrs. Crap! Late for me, that is, but still, Hey-Ho! On a downer now!

I started to update the Tuesday blog – It was a long slog – Then off again to the bog!

Went on the WP comments.

Dizzy Dennis just paid a visit, and now I feel as if everything requiring thought or logic is beyond me. Confused and nervous, sad innit! I think it might be some flashing photos I looked at on Facebook, they can bring on the dizzies and attacks sometimes.

I’m struggling here. Get a grip man!

I think I’ll take a break here and have a good cuppa, quietly.

Oh, I’d better not yet, I’ve got to go and see Lynne, cause I’ve already forgot what needs doing for the plasters and electricians coming tomorrow. Dare not ask someone, in case they arrive early.

Failing fast here. Better get the ablutions done in case I collapse, don’t want my dirty socks on in the ambulance. Heheh! Get the scrubbing up done and then go 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 crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut.

Be back later, I hope. I took this picture from the unwanted kitchen window.

Change of plans again! A man called at the door, he needs to drill holes through the outer wall, so the men tomorrow can get their cable through. I got the ablutions tended to while he made the hole. The sink actually shook, and the shaving water rippled, while he was drilling! Hehe!

I felt a bit better after the ablutions were done.

Got some black bags made up to take to the waste chute on the way out. But forgot to take them with me! Klutz!

I check things to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. But still went out without the mobile phone! Tsk!

Then I made way gingerly through the obstacle course on my way to the lift.

However I did see Nora in the lobby, and we had a little natter and a laugh, which I think we both enjoyed muchly.

Down in the elevator, and out into the light drizzle that greeted me.

I waddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult exchange and distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

No residents in the room. So, no Lynne. But, Riechsführeress and Ballet dancer Warden Julie was in her room. I explained about my not recalling about things needed for me to do in preparation of the Thursday visit. I said: I think I need to move everything out of the hallway, and all the stuff to the far wall in the spare room. Could she ask Lynne, if she sees her if this is right? If not could she let me know, please? I can’t tell you her answer of course, as I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. But she said she would if she sees her. I thanked her and being as I was feeling a bit better still, I set out for a hobble up the hill to the Aldi store.

It was a heck of a grind my getting up that hill. I had to keep stopping to rest to let the feet ease, and then to catch my breath a few times.

Still, it gave me a chance to take this photograph of the road junction on Winchester Street.

As I limped along Mapperley Top, I noticed that the old cinema was now being used as a Haunted Museum and Cafe. Later I had a look on the web to see what this was all about. Here’s the link for more details.

Details of the Haunted Museum (Link).

My visit to the Aldi Store, and was indeed one with a difference. 1) I was almost knock-over by someone trying to reach in front of me to get some bread. All I got was a ‘Tut’ from the young man. 2) I got a trolley run into me clouting my ankle. And the lady and her three children just carried talking between themselves and wandered off! 3) A member of staff shelve-filling at a frenzied pace in the freezer hit my shoulder with his elbow – I don’t think he even knew he’s done it, no response from him. 4) The cashier was patient with me as I packed my by bags as fast as I could. No sneers or deriding looks from her.

Four Firsts there, for sure!

I paid and came out with some nibbles for the Social Box, German baked smoked sliced ham. Mini-potatoes. Jelly babies. Streaky smoked bacon. Vine tomatoes. Passata. Pots of porridge, and some sourdough baguettes. And started my hobble back down the way I came up. The feet were bad, and Duodenal Donald had started his bother again, but no signs of Dizzy Dennis or needing any SSWWs! So, I was content enough now. Even with the threatening weather.

I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art as I passed the bus shelter.

The sky brightened up momentarily as I approached the top of Mapperley Rise to go down to the flats.

I thought the sky looked remarkably beautiful with the sun trying to get through to the left gave it the final touch, don’t you think?

As I turned down the Rise, I could see the rain at the bottom of the hill – just where I was on my way down to. Hehehe!

I made sure the brolly was at the bottom of the bag, just in case.

With pained feet, I pressed on.

No stopping on the way down! As I walked along Chestnut Walk, I took a series of pictures.

The first of all three courts at Winwood Heights

Then one of Woodthorpe Court and Winwood Court

Then one of some Willmott Dixon lads working away

As I got within a hundred yards of home, the rain came down heavily, but not for long. I barely got wet.

In the lobby was sat May. I sat next to her, and we had a good chinwag and laugh for a few minutes. She saw the sourdough baguettes and her face lit up – so I insisted on her having one. Bless her cotton socks.

We said our farewells and I was off up to flat.

Another sudden change in my situation: An almighty visit from Dizzy Dennis! Oy vey!

I sat down for a few minutes, then got the oven warming up and put the fodder away.

Got the nosh served up, but I was not interested in eating really, so left a fair bit of it.

The bruise on the leg started hurting, and another visit from Dizzy Dennis convinced me to just sit down and pray for sleep to come.

I woke and made the nosh. Buttered baguette with turkey and tomatoes.

Washed the pots and took this photograph from the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows in the kitchen.

The rain had turned to drizzle as it petered out.

Bit of a blank-spot here. I must have had a bad dizzy or something, cause I can’t recall anything from here until I woke up in the morning.

Hey-ho!

Inchcock – Tues 15 Jan 2019: New injury – Visited the Doctor, had INR blood test – Got the laundry done – Plenty of natters today! Hurrah!

Tuesday 15th January 2019

Samoan: Aso Lua 15 Ianuari 2019

23:25hrs. I stirred into ersatz life and lay there deliberating over my situation, and taking in the thoughts with the mind in a calm, nonbelligerent mood. I could recall no dreaming, nocturnal nibbling or, and this is the best one… no bleeding from either the front or back! I remembered (I say remember, it was when I saw my sign about it hanging over the TV screen), the appointments with the Doctor and Nurse starting at 0720hrs. The brain did get a tiny bit of angst when it recalled that the destruction make-as-much-mess-they-can engineers will be calling to ruin the carpets and leave the maximum amount of dust spread as far as possible from the drilling as they can manage.

Physically, I thought things were doing fine, apart from Duodenal Donald lingering in the background and the rumbling innards, I was pleased.

Then after I had freed my Billy Bunter-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner and got up on my feet… Soon as I stood up, the pain from my left leg well above the knee was nasty. Oh, flipping ‘Eck! I accept that I will never have complete aponia, but this pain was so reminiscent of what I suffered back in 1964. When I was working at the Co-op 118 store, on Arleston Drive in Wollaton. That turned out to be an abscess, and I recall trying to get the black-puss out of it was not easy or comfortable. Tsk!

The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived rather urgently. A good job I responded straight away, else I definitely would not have made it in time! Phew! A messy semi-liquid affair.

Oh, great I thought. The Furosemide swollen legs, the abscess, the wee-weeing. And now the trots have joined Duodenal Donald in making me feel so nervous! Combine these worries with the fact that I have to go out on a 40-minute walk to the surgery for blood tests and see the Doctor about the Furesomide side-effects and tell her about the trots and beg for some more effective ulcer medicine or tablets, oh, and see if the pain is an abscess or a blood clot!

No doubt about it, the pain wholly dissipated when I am sat down, the moment I’m back on the feet it starts giving me grief.

Every morning something new for me fret about and get in a stew! Oy Vey is mir!

A lot of cleaning up needed after the evacuation. Had a rinse and thought I’d better start anticepticalisationing the contact points. The innards still continue to growl and rumble, so I knew I’d soon be back on the Throne. Tsk!

Before I got the Health Check things ready, I put the kettle on and got the old Sony camera out and took some photographs of the legs.

Some new vein patterns again, and I think some others have disappeared? But less fluid now.

I took a zoomed in shot of the problem area on the left leg.

It came out more explicit than I could have hoped for, and I’m not so sure it is an abscess, now. What it is, I just don’t know. As I sit typing this there is no pain at all, as soon as I stand and try to walk, back it comes? I suppose its lucky that I’ve got my appointment with Dr Vindla.

I still think someone should pay to have free access to my warped, fluid-filled, unbalanced, Furosemide affected legs for experimentation… Someone from the medical profession? Hahaha! You’d think they would slip me a bit of cash to leave the legs to them when I snuff it. BUPA perhaps?

02:00hrs already now, and I’ve just got around to doing the Health Checks, Humph!

Things looked okay to me with the results.

I wish other concerns would be better, though. I’m dreading the walk to the surgery. The wee-weeing seemed to be getting a less often, but that is because when I took the medications, I decided not to take a Furosemide yet, until after the Doctors and Nurses visiting are both done. This might reduce the risk of any escapages?

The picture I snapped from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window, revealed the heavy clouds in the sky, that hid the moon and stars. Again, I was pleased with the old Sony camera result.

I could hear a clanking/rattling noise suddenly. It stayed for five minutes or so. But I could not find the source of it, so annoying!

I got the Monday post finalised and sent off to WordPress.

I decided, being as I noted I was out of the better toilet rolls (Or perhaps I could not find them, such is the mess in the spare room, Shame-Mode Adopted), I’d add some toilet rolls to the Morrisons order for Thursday. I found they had 9-roll packs on offer reduced to £3 from £3-50, so I ordered one. I also noticed they had vegetarian cocktail sausages from £2.50 down to £1 and added one to the order. But the best was, they offered a pack of ‘Six cartons or bottles of Honest Organic Kids Ever After Juice Drinks’ as a freebie! No idea what they are other than apple flavour, but I bet someone at the Social Hour will fancy them for the grandkids mayhaps?

Another immediate call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and nearly escaped of its own accord! Luckily, I was sat down at the time. I had to take blocking actions before I could risk getting to the wet room. Lid up, bum down and out it flowed before I made contact with the porcelain, almost liquid! All done in about ten seconds at most! What a messy session again! And Duodenal Donald started to kick off as I bent down to clean the bowl afterwards. I felt adequately embarrassed, discomfited and self-conscious of the mess I was in.

And as I said before, I’m feeling most apprehensive of getting through the 40-minute hobble to the surgery without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops!, and getting back as well. Should any escapages from the front or rear happen, the PPs (Protection Pants) will prove ineffective… of dear, I am feeling worse now after working that one out. I feel hesitant, indisposed, nervous, almost afraid to go out, but must visit the Doctor for help with these problems. What else can I do? Tsk, bother and Harrumph!

I got the mushroom in the crock-pot. Then, I stopped everything and got the ablutions tended to. By the time I’d finished the cleaning up session, I felt a lot better in myself. Duodenal Donald had eased off, and the rumbling innards reduced a slight gurgling now and then. Also, the wee-wees had reduced in quantity and frequency. Yeehaa! I reckon if I leave here by 0630hrs, I should get to the surgery on time for 0720hrs… ah, maybe not, what if the abscess or whatever it is, slows my hobbling down… Mmm… I’ll try to time it to leave at 0615hrs then.

It was 06:29hrs by the time I’d got everything ready and set off out on the hobble to the Doctors.

A new layout on the route. The lads had begun to build the bus turn around point. So, we must all remember to walk on the right now. Not the left.

To the end of Chestnut Walk, and down Winchester Street to the end and left along Mansfield Road.

By gum, I was getting a move on.

The pain from the leg amazingly departed, and my rate of knots increased somewhat!

Near the surgery, I took this photograph of some flowers on a hedge to a house.

I got into Carrington and the surgery. I’d covered the distance in thirty-five minutes! (Smug-Mode-Adopted! – The head swanks! Hehe!)

Bootiful!

I got into the surgery and logged on with the receptionists and sat down, getting the crossword book out, and had a failed session on the puzzles.

A few minutes later Dr Vindla came and tapped my shoulder as she said sternly to me; “Are you coming in then!” I assumed she had called my name and I’d not heard it. I rushed in and sat down. I mentioned that I am feeling tired all the time. “Yes, but how are the legs?” I showed the mark to her telling her how bad it was earlier, but now there was no pain. (I did feel such a fool!) No reply, as she had a grope of the legs. Making me jump. “Much better!” Then she told me I could keep on to the Furosemides I have left to use on an As as when needed basis. “Your seeing Nurse Nichole next, are you?” – ” Yes!” Alright, you can go now!” So I did!

Back to the seat, and Nurse Nichole appeared and fetched me to her treatment room. I managed to have a little natter as she took the blood, but not much. I thanked her and handed some nibbles, departed and dropped some bits off for the receptionists. Both of the visits seemed to all over in minutes. I was in a haze as I left.

The traffic had got much busier now.

I took a picture in Carrington and then one in Sherwood as I almost power-walked the route back home.

I was once again impressed with the resulting photos from the old Sony camera.

As I turned onto Marshall Street, I had to stop to avoid treading in some Nottinghamian Street Art. No doubt created and deposited my some alcoholic who, as many of us have done in the past, and they thought it would be a good idea to get a takeaway, after a jolly-good session on the plonk.

Walking up Winchester Street Hill, at an incredible pace I might add – I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming! How I was going so fast, I could not understand at all. I must have been breaking a record timewise.

I stopped and hobbled a little way up Cavendish Vale, to take this shot of Winwood Heights. Woodthorpe to the left and Winchester Court on the right. The new Obergruppenfurheress HQ and New Extra-Care block of flats being mostly hidden with them being so much lower.

I carried on, despite the pain of the feet, at a good steady pace. And took this photo at the junction of Winchester STreet that goes up to the flats, and turns into Mapperley Rise on the right.

A little further up the hill, I spotted some more Nottinghamian Street Art.

I can’t remember seeing it earlier when I walked down. But of course, it was much darker then.

As I reached the top of the road, many delivery lorries for Willmott Dixon were around.

Not that it mattered, but I had to wait a few minutes while the drivers had to manoeuvre their lorries around to find somewhere to park without blocking the traffic. Not an easy task.

But Incharge Ian was at hand to assist them. Heck of a job for him, but seemed content enough and he was smiling.

When I got walking again, I was taking this photograph of the Winchester Court sign, with its missing letters – N C and T, thus now becoming named ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe! I like it!

I was smiling to myself as Brigadeführeress Warden Deans passed by. We had a mini-natter and a laugh about the signs missing digits. Haha!

I made my way back to the Woodthorpe Court flats along Chestnut Walk. Using, as it would be expected, the new third temporary route as designated.

As I got in the foyer, I managed to have another chinwag with two residents sat in there. I checked in the laundry room, and the machines were available. So, up to the flat to get the washing down and done.

When I got in the apartment, I realised just how quickly things had gone, and found it hard to believe myself.

I’d left at around 06:30hrs, hobbled into Carrington, saw the Doctor, had the blood taken by delightful Nurse Nichole, walked all the way back taking photographs as I did, and still it was only 08:45 hours? Am I going potty or what?

I gathered the laundry and accoutrements needed and went down to the laundry room. I had a smashing natter with a man and woman sat in the lobby. A hello from Cyndy as she passed through to catch the bus. Into the room and got the washer going.

On the way back up in the lift, I discovered some more Nottinghamian Artwork on the wall of the elevator cage. No idea what it was, but it didn’t look nice. Hehe!

I took another zoomed-in picture and placed it on top of the button panel in the graphic. But it didn’t come out any clearer for identificationalisationing purposes.

Suddenly the leg started to hurt again? I got the computer on and started to update this blog. Then down to the laundry room to move the clothes to the dryer. Had another good nattering session this another two residents in the foyer. I’m enjoying this! So much after I’d moved the washing into the spinner thingy and wiped the drum, I stayed downstairs while the dryer did its thing. And got a few words in with some passing residents again.

Removed and folded the togs into the bag, cleaned the machine filter and drum and back up in the lift to the apartment.

Got the cleaned clobber away in the airing cupboard, and pressed on with the updating of this post. Accompanied with the banging and drilling from workers doing the installation prep work for the fitting of the sprinklers.

Checked the mushrooms and they were ready. So I moved them into a saucepan with some tomatoes with extra passata.

The blooming bruise on the leg is now worse than this morning. How can it disappear when I’m at the Doctors and come back now, with a vengeance? Humph!

Got some bacon in the oven, to add to the tomatoes and mushrooms, and digest with some of the Polish sourbread. Yum-yum! I hope.

Did the Health Checks and got the nosh served up.

Tasty, very tasty! The Polish Bread from the Post office shop was great!

8.9/10 Flavour-Rating.

Aha! There was an A-team showing on the TV. So I settled to watch it before cleaning the pots… which never got done, because I nodded off at the first commercial break!

Inchcock – Mon 14 Jan 2019: Song arrived from New Mexico about my marathon hobbles! Oh, Yes!

Monday 14th January 2019

Japanese: 2019年1月14日月曜日

23:45hrs. I stirred into imitation life and realised that for two hours or so. I’d have a dream, wake up and think about it, (even scribbled some notes about the odd one on the notepad), nodding off again, another dream, more pondering over it… repeatedly! I can only get details from these scrawled notes, there were three pages of writing, but much of it ineligible. The detailed memories of the phantasms are vague or non-existent.

Dreams from the notepad:

Being chased in an abandoned building – many floors – ogres – women.
Boat on a canal – frothy brown water – drowning – underground cave.
In a trench – fingers kept falling off, put them back on – Gunfire?
Unreable scrawl on notepad!
Past mistakes and bad choices – tormenting – embarrassing – Cadets & TA.
Heaven – arguing – Stalin – ambulance – ejected back to earth – blood.
Young again – romantic moments – flowers – my motorbike – boxing – squash – badminton – bungee jumping – Suzie – school – cane and strap – Christine – the Meadows – Dad – Guilt.

Ah-well!

I became aware of the need for me to take a wee-wee. But it was nothing like the last few days. Not such urgency, pain, power or panic about the activity. I was back to the standard SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) for the moment at least. Yet, when I rose and tried to put on the slippers, the legs still held plenty of fluid, and any leg lifting was painful. The need to us the Porcelain Throne arrived at the same time. The wee-wee was so short, it surprised me. (They remained like this, and oh, so frequent, they stopped me from daring to go out on a long hobble, Grumph!)

The legs were stiffened and a little harder to use? The fluid content, as you can see, unevenly distributed. Why this was so, I didn’t know. But, there you go! Hohoho!

I did note that the hairs had gone from the lower legs now, just like they did when I first started retaking the Furosemides. Like the ones on the stomach that disappeared last week. The pot-marks, papsules, swelling and depressions, blemishes, vein-graphics, lumps, ridges, bruises, the boil, Stasis ulcer, and the ‘Arthur Itis lives here’ eruptions on the knees, were all indicative of getting old, I suppose. Hey-ho!

Also, there was just the one EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) found in the wet room. Have the cunning little beasts got reinforcements who are doing a recce of the flat? Why are they still alive in this cold weather? Are there thousands of eggs in their hidey-holes in the window plastering and shower drain? Ready to give life to more of them, another invading army? My brain seemed to be imperseverant to the problem. Although, this morning the mind seemed like a composite of yonderly, acceptance and cerebricity, with a touch of lackadaisicalness lurking in the grey-cells.

Another SSWW, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. I took this picture from the unwanted light and view-blocking new window, using the old Sony camera.

Not bad I thought. I’d forgot just how slow the old gal is.

I got all the equipment gathered to do the Health Checks.

The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. The new thermometer also operated immediately.

It all went smoothly and without any hassle.

Apart from my discovering I had missed last nights medications by falling and staying asleep for so long. Tsk! Made a brew and took the medicines for this morning, along with the Warfarin and Simvastatin from last nights quota. I did not repeat any of the medications of course. Had an SSWW. Then on the computer, to get the record updated for last week and this check.

Duodenal Donald came on while I was doing this. My EQ told me things might, no, would, get worse with Donald later. I knew this when the pain became like a droning one straight away. This usually indicates he is settling in to give me some nasty grief. I took a good swig or two of the antacid medication the doctor gave me. Although I knew the results would be derisory, impotent and ineffective, the hopes of getting just some relief, prompted me.

It dawned on me, how long I had spent in the £300 second-hand recliner last night. Eight or nine hours methinks, a long time for me. Mind you, most of the time I was dreaming, waking, thinking… dreaming waking, thinking… Tsk!

Before updating the Sunday post, I made an early start on this blog, to get down the memories such as they are, of the dreams recorded.

Then on to doing the Sunday’s updating. During which I found a fantastically humorous and clever song from my mate Tim Price, who lives in New Mexico. Cunningly written and sung to cover my marathon hobbles. He’s titled it “Inchcock’s Wanderings While Wandering,” the words are here too! Nothing short of Brilliant! Here it is:

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Inchcock’s Wonderings While Wandering

Key of C

Each morning there’s light out there,
Someone is in despair?
Someone washing his own hair?
Alcoholics here and there?

Up there, a plane in the air?
A shoplifter in his lair?
Perhaps a millionaire’s heir?
Old chap sleeps in recliner chair?

There’s a vicar with a prayer?
Someone eats a cream eclair?
Old folks playing solitaire?
Hearing burglars downstairs?

Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham.
Streetlights shining on the sidings what do all those house lights have to hide?

Someone’s even happy somewhere?
With Cocaine a necessaire?
Street-sleeper, future billionaire?
Admits to voting for Tony Blair?

A Christian reciting the Lord’s Prayer?
Looking for a policeman full of despair?
Some of them might be out there
Taking in the night air

Someone with a cupboard bare?
Stealing cars, phones, a Frigidaire?
Some in places don’t want to be there?
Loyal abstainers or having an affair?

Someone battling nasty spyware?
Someone short on his bus fare?
A cross-dresser in his lady’s wear?
Singing Be my Teddybear??

A mugger waiting in a thoroughfare?
Terrorists planning guerrilla warfare?
Someone trimming armpit hair?
Politician changing his nom de guerre?

So many bodies, minds in disrepair?
Voters for Brexit, they all swear!
Nothing in Brexit’s fair-and-square!
Have we all gone as mad as a March hare?

Someone battling nasty spyware?
Someone short on his bus fare?
A cross-dresser in his lady’s wear?
Singing ♫Be my Teddybear♫?

A mugger waiting thoroughfare?
Terrorists planning guerrilla warfare?
Someone trimming armpit hair?
Politician changing his nom de guerre?

So many bodies, minds in disrepair?
Voters for Brexit, they all swear!
Nothing in Brexit’s fair-and-square!
Have we all gone as mad as a March hare?

Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham.

I’m tickled pink with it! Cheers, Tim.

I went on to Facebooking on the albums and TFZer site.

Then onto the WordPress reader pages.

I’ll risk a walk into Sherwood, I think. To get bread and some Highland Shorties. Better get the ablutions done.

Got the cleansing done, and enjoyed the shower, even though an Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle crawled up my foot. The water and soap didn’t seem to phase him at all? Huh!

I got three black bags made up and down the rubbish chute, then took a big bag of recyclables down with me.

Smashing nattering session and laugh with Olive and Lynne when I got down to the lobby. Handed the caretaker, who was surprisingly his mobile phone, the bag for recycling. (Sarcasm-Mode-Engaged) Hehe!

There were no signs of any Willmott Dixon lads working as I walked along Chestnut Walk and called in 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 est while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

Had a quick chat with Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model Deana. Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. And with Mary, who was sat looking a little dejected, bless her, as she waited for the bus to arrive.

As I plodded down Winchester Street Hill, I espied some chappies in high-vis jackets using Road-distance measuring wheels. I wonder what is going to take place, They had some warning signs in on display, and a hole or two with barriers around them.

I got the bottom and turned left up Hood Street and right down Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road.

I came across a classic display of Nottinghamian Street Art. Now this, ought to be in the Tate Gallery!

A blend of a well used charcoal BBQ, electrical light casings and a mystery timer or heater. I bet Thomas on the TFZ site will know what it is or was. I’ll post this picture later on to the Facebook site.

I plodded forward to the end and turned right and called at the International Food Centre. I wasn’t pleased to see that the Council had supplied places for the Pavement Cyclist to lock the bikes against outside the shop. Humph! You remember this shop, the one that tries to over-charge, or short change me so often; I’ve come to expect and accept it! I came out with a large jar of pickled mushrooms, a ridiculously priced small continental loaf (£1.49), and a tin of garden peas. I annoyed the lady by giving her the right money, thus avoiding her short-changing me. Smug-Mode Engaged!

As I came out of the shop, a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, veered across the Pelican Lights. But I missed the git with the camera; I was too late. Klutz!

But I did catch three shops in a row, every one of them now closed down. I zoomed in and took another shot of them.

So sad, to see so many of these businesses going bankrupt.

I think the Cafe was open last week. All their hopes and dreams shattered!

I turned in the other direction and crossed over the road and up the hilly Mansfield Road up to the, what I call; ‘The Shop with No Name!’

When the Post office closed down and moved into operating at the back of his store, Abdul just left the new Post Office Signs up, and he took his own down.

I bought the Highland Shorties, a can of spray cream. Some balsamic vinegar crisps and something I didn’t realise he sold – Polish Continental Bread. A large sliced loaf, for less than I had just paid for a small one! Of course, will mean a struggle to get in into the overfull freezer when I get back. Humph!

I crossed over the lights to the other side of the road and called into the Wilko shop.

I came out having purchased some Fragrance Boost for the laundry and bins and a nasal decongestant spray. I noticed two different packaging on the freshener. A close look revealed that the older design of the made in Spain ones, had been replaced with a newer one, that is made in China now. Paid the lady the £5.59 owed for the goods, and exited the shop.

I began to make my way up the hill to the bus stop. There are a Mind and an Oxfam charity shop immediately next to the Wilko, and I thought, being as I a had plenty of time before the bus is due, I’d call in to see if either of them had a Negotiator or John-Q DVD. I call in these regularly, but as yet without any luck. Hello… the Oxfam shop had a copy on sale! So I bought it. At last! Haha!

As I left the store, no less than three of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists belted by me at speed down the hill!

I was so annoyed at them, I shouted out, but they were so going so quickly, I don’t think they heard me. In the photo, they almost out of site. Still, live and let live eh? Even to the contemptuous, sanctimonious, bullying, arrogant, rampallian, intimidating, dangerous, intransigent, vicious, belligerent, abrasive, disrespectful, self-centred, antagonistic, terrifying to the elderly, hard of hearing, blind, pensioners and thoughtless law-breaking Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists!

Made my way up to the bus stop. Where a few things of interest took place or were spotted!

Christmas Decoration still up?

Another closed shop?

Caught the bus up to the flats.

Lynne and Olive were there, Olive doing her laundry, Lynne to see how the messy installations were going. We had another gossip and laugh.

When I got up and out of the lift doors into the lobby area:

Neary tripped over the wires getting to the flat lobby

Neary tripped over the wires getting through the flats lobby

Neary tripped over the wires getting through the flats lobby

Neary tripped over the wires getting through the flats lobby

I’m dreading them coming on Thursday to do my apartment.

Health checks sorted.

Much noise of drilling from the flats around me. My turn to suffer on Thursday. I must ask Lynne about what needs moving before they come, cause I’ve forgotten, Tsk!

Nosh started.

Updated this blog.

Tired now.

Got the seasoned beans with sausages and continental bread dished up.

Ate it all up, put the tray on the next chair and drifted off to sleep – where I stayed for hours until I woke up realising I had not taken the evening medications. Twit!

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