Inchcock Today: Friday 9th February 2018

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Friday 9th February 2018

Sethoso: Labohlano la 9 February 2018

0045hrs: Woke up, awaited the same of the brain and observed my woolly-hat on the bigfoot Ottoman. The cover from the same on the carpet. An empty flavoured mineral water bottle on the floor in the corner of the room. I could see one slipper on the swivel chair, I had the other one on the wrong foot. An unopened tub of nibbles on the small Ottoman. Cheese curl crumbs scattered over me and the chair cover.

Then as moments past by and I thought about tackling the job of getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner, realised I was in a twisted, bent position that it would be impossible for me to get into if I was awake. As I painstakingly and sorely untangled myself, I came across the remote control for the TV between my legs!

My ponderings and confusion on how all this had taken place without my knowledge, soon ended. They were replaced with the warm wet sensation from the lower regions to fret over.

Off to the wet room. Taking off the protection pants needed care. For both front and back were blood smeared. I was awake sufficient enough to realise the rear Haemorrhoid Harold area haemoglobin was from the intrusive examination, so I didn’t worry about this, it was to be expected. Little Inchies lesion and the rear-end were cleaned up and medicated. I had a clean around afterwards with the antiseptic wipes. Felt a lot more comfortable now. Back and cleaned up the room. The cause of all this untidiness and nocturnal rearranging of the items in the room was unfathomable to me. But could I recall having any dreams at all?

To the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

Nothing to fret about with these readings methinks. Gobbled the medications with water and made an excellent tasty mug of tea.

I was clearing up afterwards and came across another aberration committed sometime during the night. At least I think it took place then.

The mystery of why I should have placed a new Bic disposable razor next to the vegetable tray in the kitchen?

It’s time for me to do my best to convince the Doctor that these things are happening and more often lately. She seems to think it is normal and is unconcerned when I tell her of these occurrences. Then again, maybe it is only me who discloses such things? Hehe!

An instant burst of bubbling, growling and agitations from the rear-end arrived.

In my haste to get to the Porcelain Throne in time, I stubbed my toe on the door frame. Oh, blow it! I said. The evacuation was one of the best for months, far less messy. But, more bloody. You can’t win them all. Cleaned up, changed the PPs again.

Onto the computer. It’s running a little slow and sticking now and then. I got the Thursday diary finished off and posted. Made a start on this one.

Went to perused the WordPress Reader. But it would not let me open it? I turned off the tab and opened WordPress again, but still no access? Closed everything down and restarted and tried again. Nope, that didn’t work!

Turned everything off and rebooted. Another failure! Tried running on Chrome instead of Firefox. Nope, no joy there either.

Opened the new WordPress on Chrome, and got into the Reader! Hurrah! But it would not let me work on this post. So I went back to Firefox to try there again. I fear I might lose everything soon.

Tried to make the comments on WordPress. It allowed me to.

0355hrs: Went on CorelDraw to start making the Day Headers in advance.

0645.hrs: Only got four done. Got carried away designing them.

A knock at the door, t’was the postman. I had received a box of nougat and lovely note and card from a Cyber-friend. That was so kind of Tracey. ♥♥♥ Made an Email of thanks and appreciation for the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious extraordinarily caring thought.

Ablutions tended to next. All good.

Readied things and set off to the Obergruppenfurhress Wardens Temporary Shed.

A ganglet of other residents passed me, leaving me standing on their way to the bus stop. Shopping trolleys in hand, on their way into Sherwood.

I took this picture through the centre building compound gates. I bet the lucky jammy tenants who move into these new flats will enjoy themselves.

I pondered (I do that a lot you know, Hehe), on how Wardens Deana and Julie, Jenny and the caretakers will manage with the 40-odd new flats and 60 or 70 extra residents to cope with after they move in? They seem rushed and busy already.

Called in the cabin to keep warm and dry before the bus arrives. Three other tenants in there, we had a laugh. Minutes later there were nine of us oldies in there. The sarcasm, insults, moans and fun followed for the few minutes before we made our way out to the bus stop. We joined about six other residents, the smokers, at the stop, and was joined by five or six more. I wonder how we’ll cope when we get the lucky new folks in situ.

Caught the bus into Daybrook and got off at the Sainsbury store. I had planned to walk into Arnold and look at the trousers and go to Asda. However, Dizzy Dennis hit me a few times as I hobbled around the store. So I decided to get a bus back ASAP. I got some lovely sourdough bread, and the lady sliced it for me. Cheesy Curls, Apache potatoes, sugar-snap peas, sea salt, lemon curd tarts, fresh tomatoes and lemon slices.

Paid the lady who was polite-to-me at the checkout and out, over the road and caught the L9 bus back to where I came from, Woodthorpe Court. Conveniently the rain that poured down when I got on the bus, stopped as I got off of the bus on Chestnut Walk 30-minutes later.

Dizzy Dennis had another go at me as I walked to the Court. But Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald and Arthur Itis were very good to me.

Had a wee-wee when I got in and changed PPs again after cleaning things up.

Staggeringly to me, the fatigue and weariness came on earlier than it had ever done.

I made some buttered ham and sliced tomato sandwiches with the Sourdough bread. (Beautiful!) Added a few sugar-snap peas (Nice), sliced apple (Okay). A Marmite flavoured cheese chunk (Fair), potato chips (Tangy) and a pot of lemon curd yoghourt (Very morish). Settled down with it on the tray on my knee and feasted away merrily. Pestered by the dizzies even then though.

I fell asleep with the emptied-of-food tray on my lap. Woke an hour or so later, the platter still balancing precariously on my knee. I freed my pathetically wobbly body from the £300 second-hand recliner and went to wash the things up in the kitchen.

I have now solved the issue of whether to use the green or white milk jug. RIP the green milk jug. Still, dropping and breaking the thing had saved me having to wash it up I suppose. Hehe!

I’m afraid a Memory Lapse occurred then. Blank spots of what took place following this incident are patchy for a few hours. When things seemed to fall into place again, and I recall falling back asleep trying to watch a film about the White House being attacked.

A funny thing, the memory!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 8th February 2018

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Thursday 8th February 2018

Serbian: Четвртак, 8. фебруар 2018

0215hrs: Woke with a bit of a headache from last nights Whoopsiedangleplop getting into the night attire and clouting the back of my head against the wall as I fell in a heap, and humiliating position with one leg in and one leg out of the jammie bottoms. Hehe!

There’s no doubt about it; I never expected old age to bring me such excitement, or confusion. Or pain. Nor more ailments than I have wrinkles on my arthritic hands and knees. Memory blanks either! But I fret not about these things, for my insanity and bêtise help to mask the truth and facts from me. Heck, did I say that? Good innit? Haha!

I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner without much bother at all and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. There were no stubbing of toes or any other incidents en route. However, the session was much messier than of recent visits. I put this down to the amazingly tasty meal I enjoyed last night being perhaps a tad too spicy. A clean-up and off into the kitchen.

I initially opened the window to take this photographicalisation of the foreboding murky sky. But close it again post-haste, as the icy wind blew in. Brrr! Made it through the glass.

Got the kettle on and did the Health Checks, then took the medications.

The readings looked to be perfick to me?

I got the nibble box sorted for the Winwood Social Hour Meeting later.

Computer started and got carried away reading the local newspaper site’s news. Nottingham Castle can now be seen from the Court Building now they have begun to demolish the Broad Marsh car park.

Closed Coffee cafe, shoe shop and restaurant. Two youths stabbed at Burger King on Milton Street. Courts: A rapist jailed. An aggressive street beggar who spent £150 a day on drugs banned from the City Centre. Tram drags kids pram trapped in the doors for one stop. I lost heart in reading any more.

Set about finishing off the Wednesday diary. A big one it was, so much happened yesterday. Then started on creating this one, got up to here, and went on WordPress reader.

0650hrs: Went on Facebooking. Got the raffle prizes sorted and in the bag.

I had a look at YouTube crash videos for a bit. Then tended to the ablutions, got the bag and set off to the Obergruppnefhuress Wardens Hut for the Social Hour. Dropping the waste bags thrown the chute en route, to boot!

Had a natter and a laugh with Gladys who I met on the way out. She was going to catch the bus into town.

Into the hut and asked Jenny if she would be kind enough to ring foot lady Sue for me. Who was not very pleased or happy with me. (Sue) Because as I feared, when the computer went down, and I transferred the calendar details afterwards, I did not look far enough on to see her appointment, thus it did not get put on the new diary. She could not gain entry to the flats because this idiot had gone out! Jenny arranged for her to call on next Friday, the 16th at 0930hrs. Hope I can still get the shoes, socks and slippers on by then. Hehe!

Not many people in attendance today. About 14 I reckon. But those there seemed to enjoy themselves.

I got a phone call on the mobile while chatting to BJ. I could not make out what the woman was saying, but the phone indicated it was from the doctors. Luckily Warden Deana was nearby, and I asked her to take the details. It was the INR Warfarin results. I really must take care not to cut myself – the level was 4.7! Dosages for the week were given and written down for me. 2 tablets each day, apart from today, Saturday and Monday when it is 1½. Next appointment was given, for 1020hrs on Wednesday 14th Feb. I’m so glad this receptionist did me, she is the only one who gives an appointment day and time.

The familiar warm wet feeling from the lower regions was felt and recognised. So I left early to tend to the cleaning up and medicationalisationing.

Having the PPs on, made me brave enough, to stop on the way to the apartment and take a picture of both blocks of flat and the building of the new centre one.

The workmen were hard at it on the Winchester block, starting to prepare the balconies for removal and the new ones to be installed soon.

The Winchester flats show one of the hoist cradles right at the top. It looked like some of the new cladding had been started. I assumed the yellow-gold areas were indicative of this?

I got up and into the flat without seeing any other residents. Got in and to the wet room and cleaned things up and changed PPs.

Made a brew, and got on with adding the two appointments to the written diary and online calendar.

Got the oven on to warm it up for the chips later and put the peas in the saucepan ready.

Started to update this blog. Got to here and;

It had to come. For so long now, I’ve been free of the severe ailments. Dizzy Dennis and Anne Gyna both came on at the same time. Also, the fatigue arrived so much earlier in the day than usual.

I decided to do the Health Checks and take the medication at noon and evening now.

Got the nosh prepared.

It looked good, but I ate very little of it. Just fell tired and a little out-of-sorts.

Drained and suffering a bit with Anne Gyna for some reason, and sore bottom.

I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and did nowt much at all. I could not sleep, but getting up seemed beyond me. So I accepted things and put the TV on, that usually gets me to nod-off. It took a lot longer than usual, many mini-nod-offs later, one of them worked.

TTFN each.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 7th February 2018: A Whoopsiedangleplop, busy, incident ridden day: But enjoyable at the same time. Is that an oxymoron?

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Wednesday 7th February 2018

Scotch Gaelic: Diciadain 7 Gearran 2018

2350hrs: Stirred and awaited the brain to join the body in life. It took a while, but when it did burst forth into action, it was little like a thunderstorm; of wild, violent thoughts, fears and uncontrolled self-loathing. As luck would have it, I banged my shin on the Ottoman as I escaped from the £300 second-hand recliner, and this seemed to bring the normality of the ailments and memory blanks back, I felt the warm wet worrying sensation from the lower regions, and things returned to usual in the grey-cell-box.

To the kitchen. Stubbed my toe on the waste bin.

Got the kettle on. The snow had cleared up and gone. This will make the foot journey easier to the surgery for the blood tests. And, to have the rear-end investigated over the increase in the bleeding. Not looking forward to that in the least!

Hope the rain doesn’t decide to come, though. Had a peek at the forecast, no rain on it.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Had a wee-wee, but this caused the fungal infection to start bleeding again. Messy sort out session.

The lower arm, just above the right wrist seems to be aching and hurting a lot this morning, and both arms are itching away along with the upper back area? After a bit of rubbing the back against the door frame and fetching blood, through over scratching the limbs, I applied some cream to the arm, but couldn’t do this on my own to the back, of course. I must remember to mention it to the nurse later. Hopefully, nurse Nichole this time.

Got the nibble-bags prepared and in the bag for the staff and nurse at the surgery.

On to the computer. Started this post off. Then finished the Tuesday diary and got it posted.

Got the shakes and shivers this morning. I think this is due to the workers removing more cladding yesterday?

Visited the WordPress Reader. Then comments responded to.

Got the shakes and shivers this morning. I think this is due to the workers removing more cladding yesterday?

Went on Facebooking and added graphics to the albums.

A Cyber-Friend, Tim Price, wrote this ditty in response to one of the page top graphics;

I thought it well-worthy of inclusion here and put it on Facebook too.

Closed down the computer and got the ablutions tended to. As I suspected, the medicationalisationing of the Fungal Lesion was not something I’d like to do very often. Unpleasant, nocive and messy. Hey-ho!

Having the scrub-up, I realised why the tootsies were hurting so much. The toenails were far too long! Not being able to cut them myself, I have the pleasant foot-Lady Sue come to trim them. Being so long now, it is apparently well past her calling-on-me day? Is she poorly? Did she call and I was not in and got upset? Had the appointment or something changed, and I had forgotten about it? Oh heck! When I get back from the Treatment room, Chemists, Lidl and the Blood Test, I’ll call into the Obergruppenfureres Warden Shed and ask if someone will be willing to help me by calling her and finding out for me. Then if no luck, I’ll have to do a quick search to get someone to do for me pretty soon, cause I can do without the pain from this as well, I bet it’ll be lousy today by the time I’ve hobbled to Carrington and back? The onyxis can get dangerous if left untreated. This being poked, pressed and squashed does the subungual no favours either.

I got the nibbles into the bag and sorted out the black bags of rubbish and recycling and took them to the chute. On returning to the flat, with time getting short, I popped my head in the wet room to make sure I’d not left any taps running, lights on or spots of blood missed when I cleaned up earlier. Checked the bin in the front room had a black bag in it. Computer off, no alarms ringing or flashing, and then into the kitchen to look at the taps, cooker etc… and blow me down, I had three bins in there instead of two, and I’d missed taking a sealed bag that needed to be chuted as if to speak. Hehe! For a second I thought I must be losing it quicker than I realised. Had the Aliens been at it again? I went back in the front room and comprehended what had happened. I’d put a new refuse black-bag on the chair, and it had fallen where the bin would usually be, hence, fooling this old twit into thinking the container was there when it wasn’t! I didn’t explain that very clearly, did I? Sorry.

Set off, hobbling as fast as things would let me, to avoid my being late for the first appointment. On Chestnut Walk outside the apartments, the puddle near the builders compound was frozen solid. But I have to say, the new jacket was keeping me nice and warm. Mind you, I was moving at a fair rate of knots, for me.

Down Winchester Street Hill, through some side-streets and out turning left onto Mansfield Road. Where a handily placed van was parked right across the pavement. As I took this photo, he had just started to reverse into the traffic solid main road illegally!

I bravely gave him a look of disdain as I waited for him to find a gap or be let in by some kind driver. In return, I got myself a curled lip and the popular amongst sign amongst road-rage perpetrators; suggestive that ‘I Go Forth and Multiply! Hehe!

Along and up and over the crest of the hill.

A right kerfuffle was taking place at the Mapperley Hall Drive junction. Cars trying to exit the Drive had blocked other traffic, and there had been bump connection between two vehicles.

I pressed on down the hill and into Carrington.

As the traffic started to move again, I arrived at the Surgery, straight in, with fifteen minutes to spare. Logged in with the receptionist, the one who has a perfect look of contempt on her face for me each time I go when she is on duty. She makes me want to apologise for bothering her. So compelling is her obviously trained look of unprovable haughtiness. I have to give her credit where its due. Personally, I think she ought to be dealing with the Brexit negotiations for us.

I got the crossword book out, and two minutes later, I was called into the treatment room.

Two nurses,  a doctor and five students greeted me on my entry to the place. I was asked; Am I alright with the presence of the students and the Trainee Home Health Nurse being present? “Of course, certainly, no problem”I replied; Not what I was thinking though! Apparently, I was going to have a Proctoscopy. No idea what one was… but I do now. Humph! Eurgh, shudder!

Knees up, on my side, rear end sprayed with something, scope and torch inserted and moved in every crevice, lump and pathway. I could hear the attractive, highly-desirable Doctor talking to the trainees as she went on her expedition.

Half an hour or so later, red-faced, I was feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable, the doctor handed me some cream to apply and told the others to leave. Then the gorgeous gal went on a machine for a minute or two. I have Stage Four haemorrhoids it seems. An appointment will be made for me at the City Hospital, but there is a long waiting list for banding or sclerotherapy operations at the moment. So I must keep using the cortisone cream whenever they are bleeding. Which this year so far, is all the time, only the degree varies. Electrotherapy (I think that was the word) is an alternative method of treatment and could be a better choice for me. She explained the procedure. Sounded rather like being Tasered up my bum. Haha!

A patient, kind sounding woman, that doctor. She got to the bottom of the problem. Hehehehehe! Sorry.

Out into the waiting room, got the crossword book out, but no time to do any, the nurse came to collect me for the blood test straight away. I’d not met this nurse before. She eyed me with a look of suspicion.

I explained about my accidentally throwing away the wrong part of the result sheet so I could not fill in the Q & A section. She didn’t seem too impressed with me at all. We went through it verbally. As she was putting the needle in, I remember thinking; “How much further is she going to delve into my arm? She left me holding the cotton wool firmly on the hole and went to add the details on her computer. She returned, and the wound was flowing with blood when she removed the cotton. She seemed concerned as to why it was taking so long to stop bleeding. I explained that this often happens. By now she was over time allowed for the blood taking, and I could see she was getting worried about keeping others waiting. I thanked her and departed, handing in the nibbles at the reception desk as I left.

With sincere regrets that Nurse Nichole had not seen me today, I lugubriously made my way down to the Carrington shops, over the road and into the Lidl store.

Where I got some seasoned sliced potatoes Sunstream vine tomatoes, Cox’s apples, Greek Lemon flavoured yoghourts, fresh orange juice, cheap chocolate bars an washing up liquid. Went to pay at the Self-Serve tills, but did not get on very very well. A Lidl bloke looked right pissed off, as he was permanently moving between customers who all seemed to be struggling to get the tills to swipe correctly. I used him once, and got down to the sliced potatoes that would not swipe, no matter what I tried. Of the six tills, five now had their red-light flashing for assistance. So I just left the packet on the side and paid for the consumables I’d already got to go through, then left.

I called at the Chemist and asked him when the next prescription will be due. 17th of this month. I wrote this down on the yoghourt packet in the hope that I will remember to record the date on the calendar later.

I thanked them and started the hobble back into Sherwood. Not so far to walk this time, as I hoped to catch an L9 bus in Sherwood back up the hill to the flats. According to Google Maps, when I got home made a plan of the route limped to and back from the surgery; My outward bound hobble was 1.8 miles, and the return limp was of 0.7 miles.

As I was passing Peugeot Dealership in Carrington, this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist didn’t slow down at all as he came to the illegally parked van on double yellow lines. He swerved around the vehicle going out into the road in one continuous movement without even looking. How the blue 4×4 missed hitting him, I don’t know.

I caught this cause I was getting ready to take a photo of the traffic, so had the camera handy.

Up the hill and down into Sherwood, and up the incline and called into the new bakery, to see if they had any small sourdough bread or cobs on sale. They were… and I’m not joking, selling the bread 800g, at £5 each! I retreated!

Across the pelican lights and into the Wilko store. They had some of my favourite Citrus Fresh Air Sprays on sale at half-price. So I got two of them, along with a fragrance booster and a bottle of liquid soap flakes. These are great for when I have to soak any bloodied clothing, very effective.

Up to the bus stop and waited. Penny and Roy joined the queue.

Arriving at Chestnut Walk, I went into the Wardens Hut to see if either of them could help with phoning Footlady Sue. Two unknown to me ladies were at the desk chinwagging. I asked them if anyone was in. “No!” came the reply. So that was that another plan foiled! Haha!

Got in the flat. Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

I took the pork from the crock-pot, cut it up into small pieces and put it in a saucepan. Added sliced onions, fresh chopped tomatoes, large soaked and boiled white beans, red wine vinegar, balsamic vinegar, distilled vinegar, tomato puree, basil and a pot of black bean sauce and gently simmered away for an hour or so. Got the thick triple-fried oven chips heating up.

A quick bash on Facebooking. Then WordPress Comments.

Time to get the fodder served up.

What a highly-palatable meal this was.

A deserved 9.45/10 rating for this effort.

Washed the pots and dishes up, then did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Changing into my night attire, I had a Dennis Dizzy spell at the exact time I didn’t need it. I was stood on one foot at the time, in the process of painfully extracting my left leg from the trousers. Ended up in what must have been a hilariously funny picture to behold. On my back after tumbling over, trousers half-on and half-off and legs up in the air, and I clouted the back of my head on the wall when I landed.  With blood trickling out from the Protection Pants. Even I had to smile to myself, partly because I had not seriously hurt myself, I expect. Tsk! Got the bleeding tended to, washed, got the new PPs on and jammies and returned to the kitchen, to get a mug of orange juice. Took some nits of the Lidl cheap chocolate bar with me.

Settled down in the £300 second-hand recliner and got the TV on. The Lidl chocolate bar lumps tasted horrible.

Fell asleep very quickly.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 6th February 2018

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Tuesday 6th February 2018

Samoan: Aso Lua 6 Fepuari 2018

0230hrs: Woke with the brain in a right fertummelt. Whatever it was that I’d been dreaming of, I sensed it contained frustrations and past failures within the theme. But nothing concrete memory-wise. I spent a good while trying to recall details, without any success.

As I began the process of detaching my lumbering wobbly compact body from the £300 second-hand recliner, I became aware that there were no signs of nocturnal-nibbling. However, there was an empty bottle of flavoured springwater and another with just a drop left in it. I must have had a thirst on last night.

Why had I got a kitchen knife, a pair of new Protection Pants and a full-packet of Bisoprolol Beta-blockers laying neatly-spaced out on the Ottoman? An enigmatical question.

I put the things away and went to make a mug of tea. During which, the innards burst into life, rumbling away. I made my way to the wet room and onto the Porcelain Throne.

A terribly saturnine Porcelain Throne session ensued.

  Leaving a rare-for-me, appetency, desirous of being freed from my ailments. But I soon lost attention on that thought, as I stood up from the throne and stubbed my toe against floor cupboard. No bad language, not even in my mind, just a deferential, submissive, self-effacing, unassertive acceptance of my spiritlessness, inabilities, futilities and liabilities. Huh!

Feeling just a little down now, I carried out the Health Checks.

Made a big mug of tea. I put this jar of black bean sauce next to it, to remind me to ask a question when I got around to putting it on the blog. “How am I supposed to use it with my pork shoulder steaks, which I intend to cook in the Crock-Pot”. Do I cook the meat in the sauce, or part-water and the sauce, or do I prepare the steak, as usual, drain it and then put it in a saucepan cover it with sauce to warm the sauce up? Any help would be appreciated by someone in the know. Might be best if I do it in the oven today, after all. Fank you!

Took the medications and took these photographs of the rain-free morning outside. Looked like a touch of frost was in the air.

Computer started, and this post began, then on to finishing off the Monday effort. This took a coup;e of hours

Went to make another brew, and how the scene outside had changed!

0545hrs: Put some TFZer graphics on my Pinterest pages. Gerald’s Pinterest Pages.

These are they:

WordPress comments replied-to. Visited the WordPress Reader.

0800hrs: Oh, dearie

Off back to the kitchen for another brew,

And blimey what a different view,

So I took these piccies to show to you,

I guess they said, the snow was due,

Through the clouds, the sky was red and blue,

From inside, the view cheered me, that was long overdue!

But going out in it? Too much of a hullabaloo!

Herbert is making a lot of noise this morning. Does he think it is a Sunday and not Monday? Oh, it’s Tuesday innit?

The workers of drilling away on the outside of the building. Can’t be too helpful for them out there in this weather.

0840hrs: I stopped updating this page and went on CorelDraw, to try and catch up with doing the last of the TFZer Transport Fun Graphics. If it will let me, of course. Back in a bit.

1420hrs: Shattered now, got the last of the TFZer series done.

A few of these I am proud of (Smug Mode Adopted).

Got the nosh prepared and served up.

The shoulder pork, I’d done in the oven. Tasted a little bland. So I hope to use the other two pieces done in the crock-pot and seasoned with some Black Bean Sauce. The curried beans were grand, tasty and morish in the extreme!

‘Herbert’ above was I think, working on some heavier modelling than usual. The clunks of whatever it is he keeps dropping sounded louder, more thuddish. This was no bother, as the workers were drilling and banging away outside and one just plodded on, hoping that in eight months or so, this noise (Not Herbert’s of course) will cease. Then I can hire workmen to put right the kitchen floor, holes in the wall, redecorate… I’m getting in a panic again! Haha!

Remembered to do a Wristlet Alarm Battery Check with the Nottingham City Homes team. All good.

Health Checks and medications were sorted.

I put on a DVD of Dr Who, got the headphones on and settled to watch it… two minutes later, disentangled myself from the cables and recliner then off to the Porcelain Throne. I’m getting fed-up with Little Inchies lesion bleeding. Or rather, having to clean up and medicate things down there. Painful and embarrassing job. I must ask the Doctor, (Not Dr Who, Doctor Vindla. Hehe!) if she can rush the appointment with the GUM clinic for me.

Back to the recliner, turned off the goggle-box and lay there for hours. Just fretting over everything and stewing in self-loathing and pity. I Drifted off eventually.

I woke as my bum hit the floor as I had somehow managed to slip out of the £300 second-hand recliner. I lay there back against the recliner, bum on the floor and legs up on the Ottoman. I did feel a right twit! Good job there are no CCTV cameras in the flat! I effected a nifty getting up again session, without too much trouble at all, surprised myself at how well I coped, and without any pain worth mentioning.

Had I been dreaming, a nightmare or what?

As I stood and turned to look for any clues on the chair, I trod on the TV remote control! Hope it still works later.

Confused, but no sooner had I returned my obese, short wobbly body onto the recliner, I drifted off into the land of Nod.

Oddities, mysteries, panics, fears and failures I need not,

But I get them regularly, so that’s my unlucky lot,

It’s no wonder I’m a nervous senile silly old clot!

Inchcock Today – Monday 5th February 2018

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Monday 5th February 2018

Shona: Muvhuro 5 February 2018

0035hrs: After a horrendous night of fitful nodding-offs dreaming and waking, (No memories of them) I stirred and with great effort, forced my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Off for a wee-wee, to find the PPs soaked in fresh and dried blood. (A lot of anguish and mess to sort out later), and did the Health Checks and took the medications. Recorded details in the log.

The stomach was rumbling and grumbling. Put the kettle on, made a brew, and shot back to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Most uncomfortable of sessions. More cleansing needed! Tsk!

Found the days medications in the pot near the kettle, I thought I’d taken these? I hadn’t it seemed, so I did. Hehe!

Got the computer on and started this post going.

Finished off yesterday’s diary of woes and got it posted off.

Went to the WordPress Reader. I made the comments.

The stomach is churning away severely again.

Went to Facebooking. Did some more of the TFZer Transport Series Graphic for the TFZer page.

Time to get the ablutions and medicationalisation treatments done now. Not looking forward to this, but it has to be done. Back later on folks.

Uncomfortable medicationalisationing followed the wonderful shower tooth-cleaning and shaving session.

0845hrs: Sorted and took the black bags to the refuse chute.

Prepared the things needed for the trip to get some pork knuckle in jelly and hearing-aid batteries.

Off out into the most misleading oh, so heatless sunshine.

Took this photo of the continuing work on the Woodthorpe Court flats half-way along Chestnut Walk on my way to the Warden, Obergruppenfurheresses Temporary hut. Walking well this morning. The right foot was sticking out a bit further to the right than usual, but no more painful than usual.

Into the hut, Warden Deana greeted me a good morning as she was leaving the shed. Inside was only Roy, and Welsh Bill sat opposite each other chinwagging. I offered them a cheery “Morning lads, are you both okay this nippy morning?” I was totally ignored. I smiled and chipped in with “I can go outside and come in again you know!” Each of them turned to look at me, both gave me a sort of ‘Phwert’ noise, adopted a semi-smile and carried on gossiping. Hehe! Nice to be well-liked, innit.

Out to the bus-stop and got on the City bound L9. En route, it dawned on me that the audiologist department does not open on a Monday. This was most annoying my forgetting again, cause I did the same last Monday! Twit!

Got off on Upper Parliament Street and walked through the Victoria Centre Shopping Centre (Mall) through to Tesco at the far end.

On this stretch of highway, there was a terrible saxophonist street artist with his instrument container used as a ‘Place-Cash-Here’ box. A band of three was making one hell of a loud racket and din, supposedly to make music and collect donations in the doorway of yet another closed-down City Centre business on the corner of Clumber Street. I could see from where I stood, no less than five street sleepers.

I attempted to take a ‘Moody Shot’ on Clumber Street.

Facing straight into the cold sun and holding the camera low. I had no idea how it would come out because I could not see the screen of the camera as I took the pot-shot photograph. However, this is the resulting effort, not good, but interesting.

It seemed that the Nottinghamians this morning, there were all in low spirits. Long faces, scowls and glumness seemed to be everywhere around.

In Tesco, I got some pork knuckles, jars of black bean sauce, sugar snap peas, brown bread thins, pork shoulder steaks and mini franks… how that packet of Fresh Cream Strawberry and cream doughnuts got in with the other fodder, is still a mystery to me. Hehehe!

Paid the lovely lady at the checkout and walked back along through the shopping centre and onto Upper Parliament Street.

Waiting for the bus, I noticed the street sleeper outside the PoundWorld shop, had three people approach him with a flask and bag of goodies. He was very quick to conceal his mobile phone out of sight under his blanket.

During the fifteen minute period that I waited for the late running bus to arrive, no less than three paramedics, two ambulances and a fire engine passed by. No signs of any police, of course, I didn’t see any officers in all the time I was in the City Centre.

The bus arrived, and Frank’s better-half was on, I sat next to her and had a natter as we proceeded in a Northerly direction toward our apartment building. She was not very well, just getting over a bout of flu, bless her.

Had a ‘Memory Blank Period’ when I got into the flat. It lasted a couple of hours or so, during which I have no idea what happened. I seemed to come out of it having eaten the meal, that was on the tray on my lap as I sat there watching the TV?

I went to do the Health Checks and take the medications, to find that I already had done so.

I found this photograph of the meal on the SD card the following morning when I went to update this post.

It seemed whatever took place, had not affected my appetite at all. Shame I could not recall enjoying, or even if I did, the cream cakes. But only the empty box remained. Hehe!

I’ll mention this and make an appointment with the doctor at Wednesday’s blood test.

Did the washing up and settled to watch some TV. I kept nodding and waking for ages.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 4th February 2018

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Sunday 4th February 2018

Spanish: Domingo 4 de Febrero de 2018

2335hrs: Woke, and mentally pandiculated; the body and ailments would not permit me to stretch and yawn. Felt yonderly and awaited the brain to join my blubbery bleeding and wobbly body in achieving some sort of semi-activity.

The first thing noticed was the warm wet sensation from the Little inchies area, then once again, two mornings on the trot now; the signs of nocturnal-nibbling.

I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner (With relative ease, as well) and off to the wet room. A wee-wee and the bloodied lesion tended to and medicated. Hell of a job to stop the haemoglobin leaking. A proper clean-up and back to investigate and sort out the mess I’d left from the night time feasting.

Broken-off blocks of chocolate with hazelnuts scattered on the Ottoman. Crumbs and an empty Cheese Curl nibble bag, and a pot of chocolate covered nuts with the lid off. I cleared them away, and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications. All results looked copacetic.

During which, I made a rather temerarious decision to cut the gauze this morning, with a knife, instead of the usual scissors. This, being prompted by my not being able to find the scissors.

Medicated plaster applied. Tsk!

Bits of a memory of the dream I’d had earlier suddenly came into my mind: I was solivagant strolling along on a canal pathway, the herbage and foliage around me so beautiful. A fish with an unrecognised human type head popped up from under the water and spoke to me… “Bring back Hanging!” I think I had a conversation with a sparrow later as well, but no details recalled. I’m sure I felt very comfortable in this ignis fatuus phantasm.

Got the computer on and started this post off up to here.

Got the washing sorted and down to the laundry room.

I got an odd feeling when I got out of the lift on the ground floor. I sensed that someone was close to me and smiling?

I must have looked a right twit when I kept turning around and nobody there of course?

I am still confident that some entity was there.

To the laundry room. Got the washer going and back up to the apartment.

0135hrs: Updated this post and then started on finishing off yesterdays diary.

0200hrs: Down again to move the gear into the dryer and wash the machine.

No signs were seen of anything of the spirit world down there this time. Perhaps it was one of the recently passed away tenants? They might be taking a look at their old apartment… or maybe not.

I noticed on the end notice board, and offer of Relaxation Sessions – To help us cope with the hustle and bustle of all the upgrading work going on. It says for anyone interested to “Pop their name and contact number on the attached sheet” But someone had nicked the sheet, or it was not put up? Haha! Unfortunately, this got the grey-cells musing, and I got myself feeling a little low about it. We (Tenants) have had the hassle of the radiators being fitted and refitted, soon we will have more significant fuss with the balconies being installed, then we have to cope with the windows being done… and then we will have to get on with the Fire Alarm Sprinklers being put in after all this! The very thought of this upset and bother I find intimidating, daunting, unnerving, apprehensive and discouragingly nervous-making. As for any interest in trying to keep the flat clean, well, interest in doing any housework is at a premium! The one radiator in the kitchen had been fitted blocking access to the drawer and cupboard, had to be moved and the result as you can see means I now have to sort and pay for a new floor and wall repairs and painting. The Fire Alarm Strobe took four visits to get right.

And, what’s been done would not have without the help of Jenny, bless her. The windows can’t be cleaned, not that I have any heart nor interest in doing so anyway. The hoists on the outside of the building are up and down regularly with the nice worker people doing the new external cladding. Oh, dear, I am sorry, I got into a bit of self-pity come waffling mode there. Sorry.

Jenny had been arranging more of her meals for us.

I wish I could go to more of them myself. But, with the medical appointments changing so often and the ‘Blank Spells’, I cannot risk going out with others and causing bother if I did sign it, you know, bleeding or dizzies and the like. The embarrassment would be too much for me to risk.

Back to the flat. Made a brew and visited the Porcelain Throne. Bleeding from the front and rear a little. Another messy session that needed cleaning up after. Health Checks and medications were done.

Updated this post and sorted photographs to use later on.

Down the last time to the laundry room, to collect the wear and titivate up the place.

I nipped out of the foyer door to take this shot of the mornings wet weather. Fancy that, raining in Nottingham.

Hehehe! I’m not too concerned though. What with it being a Sunday and no buses available, I do not plan on going out anywhere, like going Ice-skating, doing a bungee-jump or going to the theatre.

Got the clothing out of the dryer and folded up. Then into the big blue bag.

Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis after I’d bent down to put the two towels in the laundry bag. Only lasted a few seconds, first for a while.

Wiped the machine surfaces, sink and drums out. Then utilised the brush and dustpan as best I could manage. Old fashioned they might be, but no need for bending too much with these.

I wonder if they are going to redo this laundry room or move it? Mary said she thought they were building a new one in the new-build block between the currents apartments for all three to use? I’ve not heard of that.

Collected the bag and accoutrements and to the lift. The electronic sign in the lift lobby indicated that today there would be a little rain, thick cloud and 2°c. Oh, and that I’d finished my laundry duties at 0304hrs. Haha!

Got in the flat and stored the clobber away. Refilled the pots and sprays with freshener and detergent capsules ready for the next visit to do the laundry.

Made another mug of tea, and decided while waiting for the kettle to boil, it would be a good idea to do the waste bin bag sorting. Ready to take to and deposit down the rubbish chute after 0800hrs. There is a rule that we do not use the waste-chute between 2000 and 0800hrs, so as not to disturb other tenants on the lower floors with the noise of the descending bags in the metal channel.

As I was spinning the black bag with the general waste in it, the flipping thing split open! Spread all over the kitchen floor was used tea bags, empty yoghourt pots, food containers, apple cores, used tissues and sundries. Tsk! More cleaning up!

Updated this post to here.

0520hrs: Went to WordPress Reading. Then did the comments.

Facebooking next.

Several hours on CorelDraw doing TFZer Transport graphic updates. I got some done, but CorelDraw started playing up. Not sure if its the computer of the programme… or most likely me! Humph! Posted them off, those that I’d done, anyway.


More hours lost, fumbling in the dark through lack of knowledge about computer workings, trying without any success to get things to work correctly again. Tsk!

1515hrs: Started the meal, having failed to improve anything with the computer. Huh!

Checks and med’s sorted.

A large meal tonight, even for me. I got through about 75% of it, slowly.

‘Herbert’ above was in his knocking tapping and banging about mode. Weekend again!

I stayed awake through two episodes of Dr Who on the DVD, ‘Herberts’ clanging about, and two minutes of TV watching.

Woke with a start, and an overpowering feeling of cingulomania. I just needed someone to hold and listen to, to be part of my life, somebody to care for. I assumed this had been brought on by a dream. But was concerned that it came on at all. Off for a wee-wee. Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner was achieved so very quickly for some reason?

I wondered afterwards, whether this happened or was it part of a dream?

Inchcock Today – Saturday 3rd February 2018: Somnambulism Suspected

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Saturday 3rd February 2018

Somali: Sabti 3 February 2018

1Mon02 0025hrs: Oh dearie me! I stirred into a sort of semi-life, to find signs of nocturnal nibbling all around me! Why can’t I remember eating this rubbish? How did it get to the recliner Ottoman? Had I been in a noctambulation mode? Help!

A pot of mixed chocolate nuts, three, yes, three empty cheesy curl packets, an empty 1lt bottle of lemon and lime spring water, the wrapper from a bar of chocolate and the accompanying crumbs that needed cleaning up! But, a visit to the Porcelain Throne was more urgency at this stage of my expergefaction. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and limped to the wet room. Hippy Hilda showing signs of displeasure in her joint.

A Throne session of messiness. Cleaned things up and back to clean up the overnight nibbling debris.

Attended to the Health Checks.

6Sat001

6Sat03Made a brew and took the medications.

I thought the readings were excellent this morning, looking good.

Got the computer started and updated the Friday post. With all the photographs and notes to refer to, this took me over two hours.

The tea went cold, and I went to make another replacement one.

1Mon02 Of course, this involved the now regular and expected stubbing of my toe against the Ottoman.

6Sat04I used the new camera while in the kitchen, to try and take a panorama shot of the morning skyline.

But the hands and fingers would not let me. I tried several times but just could not hold the camera steady enough. I even tried using the tripod to try and control things better; without any luck at all.

So I settled for a standard picture. Sad innit! Tsk!

0330hrs: By then, the second mug of tea had gone cold. Made a third and returned to the computer and started this post off.

Then went on WordPress Reader.

Checked Emails, then Comments. Lots of advice and help was on there today.

0450hrs: Made yet another mug of tea, then onto Facebooking. I’ve got well behind on it lately.

On to CorelDraw and made a graphic for the TFZers site. This one took ages to do, I’m going to use asking for a suitable title to type in the centre of it. For a bit of fun.

I got it finished at 0730hrs. Phew! Posted it off.

Went to make another mug of tea.

Worked on a new ode for a few hours, but concentration was minimal, and I gave up on it.

Unexpected blank period, no Dizzy Dennis though, just tired, unaware of surroundings and drained.

Got the nosh sorted early while I could.

I gobble-up all of it, a big plateful too!

All I was capable of doing after washing the pots was to sit down and try to reclaim some sort of balance of the mind. The most disturbing ‘Blank’ period for a long time.

Inchcock Today – Friday 2nd February 2018

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Friday 2nd February 2018

Swedish: Fredag 2 Februari 2018

2355hrs: Woke with a terrible start and jump, eyes wide-open and wide-awake, physically and mentally. None of the usual yonderly feelings this morning, I can tell you. I appeared to have omniregency over thoughts and body immediately.  This fritted me a bit. Hehe!

Appreciating the lack of any damp warm wet sensations from the lower regions was another strange feeling, one that was welcome and cheered me up. I checked to see if I was still asleep and dreaming or dead… nope, I was conscious and alive. And, desirous of a good tasty mug of tea.

I extracted the short, plump blubbery body from the £300 second-hand recliner and got in an upright position without much hassle. Another unusual thing to confuse me. What’s going on here? Made my way into the kitchen and realised how cold it was this morning in the flat. I even worked out that this was due to my having left the kitchen door wedged open from yesterdays radiator moving work. This current keenness and semi-clarity of mind I found obfuscating?

While making the tea, I spotted this screw-li container in with the sauces and kinds of vinegar. But what is it, I thought? I’d apparently took the effort to save it for some reason. Bit of blocked-nose this morning and could not gain any information through having a smell at the contents? I could stick my finger in and taste some of whatever it is, I suppose. But resisted doing this; things seem to be going so well at the moment, and I do not want to poison myself just as things were seemingly improving.

This perplexing situation, of things failing to go wrong, is so unnatural to me. But things going right is really fretfull.  My EQ tells me things will soon change back to my regular Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpa ridden, depressing condition

I risked life and limb to hang out of the kitchen window and take this not a very good photo of the early hour’s moon, catching the bare, waiting to be updated balconies of the flats above to the left.

It looked to me that the top three floors have had theirs prepped, so I assume they will be working downwards in fitting the new ones.

Made a brew and took it with me the computer and got on with starting to finish off the yesterday diary.

How that naughty bar of chocolate with chopped hazelnuts got there as well, is a mystery. Do things like this happen to you as well? Hehe!

Minutes into doing the updating, I needed to get to the Porcelain Throne in a hurry. Another oddity, no rumbling grumbling warning signs this time. I got there in time alright, though. A messy evacuation, that bit hadn’t changed, but not much bleeding at all.

Noticing the ginormous gap at the bottom of the wet room door, reminded me that the Nottingham City Homes chap told me last August, that this will need sorting out, and would arrange things for me.

I wonder if he forgot about it, perhaps?

Or am I still on a list somewhere within the mysterious workings of my flat provider.

Back to the computer, reached for a bit of the chocolate – there was none left. Did I really eat all of that bar?

Eventually, I got the post finished and went off to make another mug of tea.

I took this photo from the kitchen window. I seem to be having a few hand wobbles now, via Shaking Shaun.

This is making all my photography efforts come out below standard! (That’s my feeble excuse anyway! Haha!)

I decided while in there, I’d better do the Health Checks and take the medications. All appeared fine again. I know I’ve said this several times already, but this continuing ‘Things are going Rightness’ is nonplussing!

Before making the large mug of tea to take back to the computer, I took another photographicalisation.

This time through the glass, to get the lights outside and reflection of yours-truly with his thumb up and show the new camera.

I didn’t come out well, but for a bit of fun, it will have to do.

Then tried to take one of my pouring the milk into the big mug.

Again, not a good result. Taking a picture with one hand while using the other, is it seems beyond my capabilities. Then still, a lot of things are beyond my abilities… tons of things are, countless things… Sorry about that, I got carried away there.

Back to work on the computer and started this diary off. It took me about three hours to get this far. The hands and fingers are no better. They seem to be doing their own thing when I request them to do something else. Typing is getting frustrating, with all the corrections needed. Tsk! Ah… the ‘Things going Rightness’ mode is losing its grip on me perhaps?

The large mug of tea went cold.

0500hrs: The ‘Things going Rightness Mode’ has definitely finished its worrying visitation! While getting up from the chair to go and make another mug of brew, the fingers stiffened, and I knocked the cup of cold tea over, spilling it onto my lap, dressing gown, the chair, jammie-bottoms, slippers, carpet and the Ottoman! Back to my regular fiasco and farcical modus operandi, at last! Oddly, I feel more at ease now.

0525hrs by the time I’d got it all sorted and semi-cleaned up.

Can you believe it? I made a small mug of tea after clearing up, and dropped the blooming thing bringing it back to the computer! Thankfully, this was in the kitchen so cleaning up was much less painful. Grumph! Yet I still feel more at ease than when things were unnaturally Whoopsiedangleplop-Free. But I still hate it when the cramps affect the digits and hands.

Went on the WordPress Reader for a while and caught up. Then read and replied to the comments.

Moved onto Facebooking. It would not let me use this after a minute or two, kept freezing, so I gave up.

The ablutions were done; and with no bleeding from the teggies, nose or Little Inchy, just an iota from Harold’s Haemorrhoid.

Sorted and took black bags to the refuse chute.

Another leaflet through the door. Offering an Arts & Crafts session weekly on a Wednesday for us old gentlefolk… Hehehe! Old Gentlefolk! Mike Tyson would lose an argument with some of them, and Al Capone probably committed fewer offences! Haha!

I assembled the needs for the trip into Arnold to try again to get myself a good warm coat at a reasonable price. Remembering to put the SD card in the camera. As so correctly explained by my Cyber friend in New Mexico, Tim Price: “Discovering you have no SD card is like those bad dreams when you found yourself in a crowd and realised you forgot to put on clothes.” Well said, Sir!

Set off out. The place had workmen busy all over.

Took this shot of the flats as I left the foyer. Then I got a call on the mobile. It was my Brother-in-law Pete. Lovely natter, but traffic coming up the road forced me to cut it short, Sorry Pete, those big lorries delivering building materials looked a little dangerous to me. I took these shots of the works to send to Pete, who is an ex-brickie who retired at 45 when he was left £2.8m in the will of a distant relative, then won £1m on the lottery. But I’m not jealous! Only joking, he was 46 when he retired.

Well-pleased with how they came out.

To the Temporary Winwood Social Shed and Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Hut. Had an enjoyable laugh with some other residents while waiting for the bus. Welsh Bill was on form with his insults, put-downs and witty cutting humour. He told me where to find the shop, and reminded me of the name of it, cause I had forgotten it, where I might find suitable coats to buy.

Out of the shed and onto the bus off into Arnold centre. I went straight to the Greenwoods shop, and, as Welsh Bill said, there was a sale on.

Bargain prices, and some of them at half-price. I spent a good while nosing around the wide selection of jackets on offer.

I ended up buying two of them. Both reduced from £70 to £35! One was super heavy with a lining, tweedish in appearance, and ideal for the cold weather. The other one a little lighter, with plenty of pockets for me to lose stuff in. Haha!

I departed and called in another shop, Boyes, to see what they had on offer in the line of trousers. Very little as it turned out.

Left there and went up the road and called in the Fulton Foods Store. Nothing of interest apart from getting a pint of sterilised milk.

Then over the road and into the Asda (Walmart) store. Came out with cheesy curls, vine tomatoes, beef flavour potato chips, one onion and sugar snap peas.

To the bus stop and tried to take a ‘Moody’ photographicalisation.

Chatted with some fellow tenants waiting at the shelter, until the bus arrived a little late and we were getting concerned it might not appear at all. Temporary traffic lights had delayed the lady driver she told us as we got on. Gave her a nibble bar.

The crossword book utilised en route. Not that I got very far with it.

Back at the flats and hobbling along Chestnut Walk to my block, a pretty lady asked me if I was the one who did the blog. I said yes, guilty! She liked it, Yeehaa!

First thing when I got in the apartment was to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

Then got the fodder sorted.

Bit of a feast enjoyed tonight. Sliced pork shoulder, crispy sliced potatoes, potato chips, sliced apple, sliced onion, tomatoes, sugar-snap peas, chestnuts and two sliced of the tasty Scottish Plain bread. Followed by a lemon mousse and lemon yoghourt, extra creamy one it said on the pot, and it was too. Very enjoyable. I couldn’t eat all of it, but managed most of it.

No calls to the Porcelain Throne at all tonight?

The usual fatigue kicked in early again, and after washing the pots, I settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. And then remembered I had foolishly left the two new jackets in the bag. Fought my way out of the chair and hung them both up. The thick tweedy looking one is a bit drab to look at colourwise, but I think it will come in handy when the temperature plummets, as forecast on the radio.

Back into the recliner and I put on a Dr Who DVD. But kept falling asleep, so I gave up and was soon in the land of Nod.

Not for long, though. Another landline call came in. A lady with a strong Asian accent who I could not understand at all. Although, her English was a lot better than my Pakistani or Indian. I had to ring off because she’d not listen to me or respond to my telling her I could not understand. Presumably, she was speaking via some sort of prompt.

I think that since I moved (What-a-mistaka-to-maker!) to Virgin, these unsolicited calls have significantly increased. I think Branson is selling the number details to other companies?

Once again I tried to get my head down, but the annoyance of the call had stirred the grey-cells and nodding off did not come. So, I put the TV on. Fell asleep during the first set of commercials.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 1st February 2018: Oh, dearie me!

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Thursday 1st February 2018

Swahili: Alhamisi 1 Februari 2018

0003hrs: I woke with a start, the mind filled with the tasks and jobs that needed doing today. For a few moments, a sense or feeling that I had athanasy came over me – I was pondering over whether this was a real feeling or had I died and wanted to be waking up in the recliner, all very confusing. A right mess in my mind, an imbroglio of nonsensical hogwash of dreams, desires, fears and worries tumbled around for a few moments.

I came out of this mind-adventure trip the moment I stabbed myself in the bottom when I moved to extricate my mass from the £300 second-hand recliner; somehow, I’d left the fork from last nights meal on the chair, finding it when I moved!?!? Hahaha! Wot a Plonka! Still, no blood this time.

Once out of the recliner, I threw away the bent fork and straight to getting the washing bag with the things needed and down to the laundry room.

A selection of screw-in light bulbs and a pair of trousers had been left on the table in the foyer. A sign of those we have lost from our building since Christmas to the Grim Reaper, having their old flats sorted out. Being a softy, I spent a little time picturing Norman, Eddie, May and Brenda in my mind, and with good memories of each one enjoyed. I think the names are right, but the thoughts are what matter.

Got the machine going and back up to the apartment. Got the Health Checks and medications completed.

No shakes or dizzies this morning, looking good.

Down again, and got the clothes moved into the drier. Had a sweep around and tried to remove some of the dried on like concrete soap powder from the input drawers. I might take a grinder with me next time. Haha!

0105hrs: Back in the flat. Finished off the Wednesday post and made a start on this one.

0145hrs: Down to collect the clothing from the drier. I nipped out through the foyer doors to see what the weather was like.

It was wet again, of course!

Took the things out, folded them and into the bag. Had a sweep around, cleaned the filter, outer casing and sink.

Felt a little stirring of a developing rumble and grumble from the innards.

As I arrived with the bag at the lift doors, I noticed a new sizeable colourful poster had been put up on the wall to the right of the official notice boards.

Not a good idea to tell us, old tenants that the future is ours, is it? Hehe! And, if any of us had put a poster on the wall other than on the notice board, it would have been removed, and if they found out who had done it, a rollicking may have ensued.

What a construction taster workshop means, I don’t understand. But, I do believe that people should be allowed to follow their own path. And, if it (This meeting) helps build up understanding and tolerance, that is a good thing.

Up and to the Porcelain Throne. Messy again! But Harold’s Haemorrhoids although painful, were not bleeding at all.

0330hrs: Went to WordPress Reader. Checked out the comments next. Then Facebooking.

Checked calendar for today.

0800hrs > 0900: Morrison Delivery

0830hrs > 1430: Alarm technician to sort the Strobe calling

1000hrs > 1100hrs: Winwood Social Hour: No chance of getting to it of course, with the NCH making appointments for today. Grumph!

1230hrs > 1700hrs: Heater to be moved in the kitchen.

A busy day is waiting.

Ablutions were done. Had a jolly-good stand-up wash, teggies done, shaved and medicalisationing session. Took the bins to the chute and the Morrison man delivered the fodder.

Updated this post. On CorelDraw graphicalisationing, and doing a humorous ode for posting to WordPress.

1100hrs: Alarm man from Nottingham, City Homes – fit new one of each. All done by 1120hrs. Thanked him and off he shot. Fingers crossed, this will stop the false activations from now on. All this, thanks to Jenny.

1121hrs: Nottingham City Home electrician. Moved heater, oh dearie me!

The chap who called said he had only come to do a minutes work on the electric panel.

I said I thought he’d come to move the radiator in the kitchen. He kindly decided to do the ‘moving’ for me then, and he set about doing the job.

It looks awful in there now. I’ll have to get someone to do the floor again and fill in the holes and paint the walls.

As the rules stand, I’ll have to get permission from Nottingham City Homes to get whoever I do find certificated and granted. Thank heavens, I have Jenny to ask for advice.

I was well pleased with these jobs getting done reasonably early in the day. Because the weather looked perfect for getting some ‘Moody’ photographs taken, on my trip to the Aldi store to get some of their Special Lemon Curd yoghourts, which I no have the time to get done. I can bus up and walk back to get the pictures.

Did the Health Checks and med’s and I hurriedly got ready. Popped into the Obergruppenfureress Wardens Shed on the way out. Spoke with Jenny’s other half Frank and some residents at the bus stop.

Caught the L9 City Bound bus up to Mapperley top and went to the Aldi store.

Where the customary overspending took place.

When I left the shop, the sun was in the perfect position for me to attempt some ‘Moody’ shots…

Oh dear… I’d remembered to take the camera but had left the flipping SD card in the computer at home. Forgetting the SD card earlier had made me feel so disgusted with myself!

Walked back down Winchester Street Hill. The wind had got up suddenly, very strong. So much so, I thought it was going to blow me back up the hill! Hehe!

As I reached the flats, there were many potential photo opportunities of the builders compound with a long articulated lorry struggling to reverse through the gates with Health & Safety Officers assisting. All lost, because this idiot forgot his SD card. What a Plonka!

As I got into the flat, I found two pieces of mail had been delivered. One for a Mr William Wills, which I will mark and return, and one for me about; The Installations of Sprinklers, Public Address Systems and Intercoms in my block.

Just what we need, more hassle noise and disruption. We’ve had six months of the upgrading of the tower and flats so far. And, we have an estimated further eight months to go with this until it is finished, now this new rigmarole we have to cope with.

Not that I don’t understand why, with the unfortunate souls at Grenfell tragedy. The letter got in a Political Meme come message: “The Government indicated following the Grenfell disaster that it would provide financial support to Councils for safety measures. Unfortunately, no support has been provided.”

I got the nosh ready. Beef in Black Bean sauce with trimmings, French fries, egg rice, sugar snap peas, sliced apple, tomatoes and two slices of Scottish Plain bread. And, guiltily… the cream cakes. (Head down in shame!)

Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, TV on, nodded off in seconds I think.

Dreaming something about my old cat, Cyril and lost best mate Jock, and I sprang awake.

The landline was ringing… well I could see the flashing light; struggled out of the chair and answered. Someone wanting to talk to Mrs Freckle? I informed the caller no one of that name lives here.

This call got the grey-cells churning over. The earlier letter to Mr William Wills, this request for Mrs Freckle, mail for Margaret the previous tenant etc. I then wondered, how many souls had passed-away in this flat? Been here since 1964, so there must be a few. I think there might be a block up in heaven waiting for us join the others. Be nice to see Norman, May, Eddie and them all again. Just a semi-morbid fun thought with a twinge of mourning!

I remembered I had not taken the evening med’s or done the Health Checks. So I got up and did them.

Got back in the recliner and was soon off to sleep. Surprisingly really, cause the brain-box was galloping away uncontrollably on its own chosen path at the time.

TTFN all.