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.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 31st January 2018

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Wednesday 31st January 2018

Azerbaijani: Çərşənbə, 31 Yanvar 2018

0030hrs: I stirred into pretend life. Again with the feeling, I’d been having terrible dreams, but no actual memories. No scribbled notes found either. I do hate it when this happens!

Thoughts seemed far less confused than of late in the grey-cells area. But, this was to change in milliseconds. My maniaphobia was tested for a second or two, as the brain joined the body in semi-unison, and the fears and worries returned, with ideas that the anecdota rumbling around in the head was going to turn out to be a disaster. The mess they will make in the kitchen when they move the new radiator? The Nottingham City Homes people that Jenny has arranged for me are coming to help me and sort out the alarm? Why was Anne Gyna not giving me so much bother this morning? Will Inchies Lesion ever heal up? When will the next Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa attack come? Why am I fretting about these things? Do I fear to be sane?…

I fidgeted in the £300 second-hand recliner and, the arrival of the first Whoopsiedangleplop appeared. I must have been at the nocturnal-nibbling again last night, for a melted lump of chocolate had come stuck to my dressing gown, the chair, the cover, the pillow and my hand! As I felt around trying to make no more mess as there already was, I came across some raisins scattered about and clinging to all the areas mentioned above. Heck of a job cleaning everything up. During which I started to worry about the lack of the ailments pain and hassle again? I must free myself of these dereistic thoughts!

After much effort and frustration, I cleared up the mess and deposited the covers etc. that needed washing in the already bulging laundry bag.

To the kitchen and got the Health Checks were done. Made a brew and took the medications.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy session. More cleaning up and medicalisationing. Tsk!

The flat seemed nice and warm this morning. This just made me fret over what the new radiators would cost me when I get the electricity bill.

I took this picture through the kitchen window.  It did nothing for me, other than to prompt the brain into, wild, varied unsuitable, depressing mind-wanderings and to adopt the pathetic self-pity-loathing mode.

I dropped mug, and it bounced straight onto the corn and up again, and I caught it! An odd sensation it was; the depths of anger at me letting it fall from my grasp – The agony of it landing on precisely the most painful spot of the foot it could – and the delight and surprise at my catching it as it bounced up again, unbroken? Oh, and I did this while it was empty too! Hehehe!

On the computer. Loaded and sorted the pictures to use in yesterdays and today’s blogs. Got the Monday… no, Tuesday diary, finished off. Then started on this off.

WordPress Reading and the Comment responses were done.

0310hrs: Made a mug of tea. Then onto CorelDraw to do some more page top graphics so I can get some drafts made up in advance.

0445hrs: Got them done, now to start making the layouts up.

0529hrs: Got the draft, drafts, (I think that’s right?) done.

Off to make another mug of tea, keeping a good grip on it this time. While in there, I opened a can of curried baked beans to have later with the meal – I’m not sure if I should or not now, though. I caught the purlicue of my left hand on the edge of the lid when removing it from the tin. The baked beans have now been flavoured with my blood. Humph!

This started the old brain pondering away. It’s no surprise that the medics can’t control my Warfarin INR level is it. Haemorrhoid Harold and Inchies Lesion pour blood so regularly, although, to varying degrees, the occasional nose bleeds don’t help. Still, mustn’t complain, I’m still here yet. Count my blessings I thought. It didn’t take long. Hehehe!

I went on a rare or no longer used words search for an hour or so, I got a few to use.

Went to the kitchen to make a brew, and found it was raining very heavily.

Took this photo out of the window, and while I was doing this, a loud bang came from behind me. Fritted me! Never found out what it was though.

Most annoying and frustrating. I did not have my hearing aids in and heard it clearly?

Did the ablutions, did the midday medicationalising and off out to the Obergruppenfurer Warden Julie (No signs of Warden Deana, on holiday I imagine, or working as cover at another complex… or poorly, but I hope not the last one.) in the shed.

Met several other residents there, and a few laughs, insults (Welsh Bill was there!) and tale-telling took place. Bill suggested I try TK Max to look for a jacket come coat, told me gents stuff in the basement. Someone else said to try Primark, May added the American Shop sometimes have things like this in and they had a sale on! So, that was three stores for me to try to get long sleeves shirts and a jacket from.

We went out to catch the bus. A natter en route with May and Margaret and hubbies.

Made my way to the American shop, up the escalator and pottered around for ages, but found nothing suitable.

As I came out and made my way towards the TK shop, a chance presented itself when the sun came out, for a ‘Moody’ photograph. Not too bad.

Into the TK Max place and down into the basement. It was all ladies and kids clothing down there. (Thanks, Bill! Huh!) Back up to the ground floor, then up to the top storey. Where I found a lot of youths clothing on many racks; All in a mess having been mauled by Nottingham Shoplifters and perhaps a few customers as well? Hehe!

I walked back towards the twitchel into the back of Primark’s store to investigate there; but, a fight was taking place in the alley. So, I withdrew and walked the long way around and went in the front of the store. The same result here.

Nothing whatever that fitted, appealed or interested me.

Back out and had a walk through the Slab Square, taking another opportunity to try for a ‘Moody’ picture.

Not such a good one this time.

The rain threatened to come again, so I made my way to the L9 bus shelter to keep dry. It did not arrive (The raining).

I attempted a third effort at a ‘Moody’ photographicalisation.

But failed miserably with this one. Tsk!

The bus arrived a little late, which is normal for this time of day. I gave the driver a nibble bar to cheer him up, he looked a little under stress to me. Bless him.

Finished a crossword on the way back on the bus. Smug Mode adopted, Hehe!

Off of the bus and as I limped along Chestnut Walk back to the apartments I could hear the workmen doing something on the far side of the flats, the cladding work I expect.

Hope the rain keeps off for them, it’s looking likely to come anytime again now, getting very murky looking.

Got in and assembled the comestibles for lunch… well, I put the beans in the saucepan on a low light.

Feeling drained and weary, I updated this post to here.

Meal sorted, and very tasty too! Pork Knuckle with much gelatine, tomatoes, the ‘special’ curried baked beans with human blood, Hehehe!) continental bread, potato sticks a mandarin and lemon yoghourt and a lemon mousse.

Washed the dishes and accoutrements.

I seemed to be extra-tired, extra early tonight, well, this afternoon. Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Incapable of doing anything constructive, I settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, expecting the Strobe Alarm to activate or a telephone call to come in and disturb me. But they didn’t.

The Morrison delivery, laundry to do, the Strobe-Pillow Alarm being tended to… no, that’s Friday. Tomorrow is the men moving the radiator from the drawer in the kitchen, or the other way around is it… so tired now, but sleep would not come. I turned on the TV, and that did the trick… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 30th January 2018

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Tuesday 30th January 2018

Irish: Dé Máirt 30 Eanáir 2018

0205hrs: Woke up and found scribble on the notepad about a dream I had earlier. Seems a bit disorientated but this writing is all I had to go on: Dead, not unhappy… searching for someone to talk to. Found hundreds in a long queue… none would speak to me, all feeling sad and missing friends and family – felt sorry for them… Started playing hopscotch in the hope they would join in and cheer up; they lifted me and threw me down a builder’s rubbish funnel… I landed on the recliner in the flat, minus a leg, but had a wooden stump painted in red white and blue? Odd!

The ailments this morning were mostly very kind to me. Only the Inchies Lesion and Harry Hernia were any bothers. I sat there pondering, clutching for something I knew that needed attention today, but the grey-cells must have been still asleep. Irritating this is.

Eventually, I removed the unwilling bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications etc. I noticed that the pulse was slowly getting lower? 100 – 92 – 84, now 81. I hope the battery isn’t running out inside the ticker? Hehe!

Made a brew and quaffed the medications.

I had used one of the Assam tea bags this time and left it to stew and brew for three minutes before drinking any of it. Very nice! But I had to let it go cold, as the innards abruptly started churning and rumbling, and off on an urgent mission to the Porcelain Throne room!

A terribly tricky and long messy affair. Haemorrhoid Harold and Inchies Lesion both bleeding, compounded the tortuous, yucky, disagreeable situation even more. By the time I’d sorted and cleaned everything after the evacuation, and got back to the kitchen, the mug of tea was stone-cold!

I brewed another mug of tea. The Twinings Extra Strong Old English this time. Another great tasting one.

Got the computer on and finished off the Monday Diary, then started this one going.

I got as far as here and then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader. Some great posts on here, today.

Moved on to comment responding next.

0510hrs: Made another brew and went on Facebook, a lot of catching up to do on it required to be done.

Had to finish a little prematurely, to get the ablutions tended to. The shave and doing the teggies went alright, but it was a wretched medicalisationing session. The shower was grand.

I took the black bags to the chute on the way out.

I doddered down to the Obergruppenfurheresses Hut, the feet we soon hurting, but the ailments were all, each and every one of them being kind to me! The EQ was worried and, apprehensiveness about this incredible event. Hehe!

In the shed were about eight tenants, all keeping warm while they awaited the arrival of the bus. Outside, stood six smoker-residents at the stop.

Those residents inside were given the story of my farce with the jacket zip from yesterday. Nice to see them laughing. I listened to the gossip of the day, and we all went to the request stop together. I must say, I’ve never seen so many folks at the flats get on a bus before.

I, along with three others, got off the bus at the bottom of Winchester Street Hill. Turned left on Mansfield Road down the incline and visited the Continental Food Shop. Made my way straight to the cooked meat counter and bought three slices of Polish roasted pork. Then to the bread section and got a small slice loaf. They are expensive at £1.59 for 400g, but they do taste wonderfully satisfying. I had a walk around the shelves and purchased a can of beef and vegetable stew. Paid the man and departed up the hill and to the Wilko Store.

Where I have to admit, I got carried away repurchasing things. I spent a long time pottering around but got some things that they were out of last week, while they had them in stock. Washing Fabric Softener and Two Fragrance Enhancers, both scented with Freesia & Y-Lang, which I find very pleasant when used in the laundry. A Lemon scented floor cleaner liquid. Anti-bacterial Lemon-impregnated floor cleaner sheets. Ginko tablets on offer at £1.20. Three of the small Citrus men’s deodorant sprays, and three packets of nuts. Nearly £20 gone. Overspent again! Tsk!

I got a call on the mobile while walking up the hill. Nottingham City Homes to tell me they are calling on Thursday to have another look at the Strobe and Pillow Alarm.

I called in at the Dentist Stalag Surgery to confirm my next appointment date and time. But came out after seeing the length of the queue of fellow patients at the desk. This was the reason for my withdrawal; combined with the coughing and sneezing from the people and the intimidating scowls from the receptionists that indicated to me they would be happier if I sodded-off. So, I did!

Up to the Sherwood bus stop. The board indicated it was 20 minutes past the hour. The L9 bus being due at 27 minutes gone the hour, I thought I’d catch it. But no, of course not!

I waited until 38 minutes past, then started to walk it back to the flats. A touch confused at this.

I took the route over the hill, down to the gate and up through Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Apart from the heavy weight of the bag and its contents, plus the feet hurting and stinging most uncomfortably (Agony almost, well, maybe not, but positively painful, Hehe!), I did enjoy the hobble back through the greenery and seeing the dogs taking their owner for a walk.

And the sun came out, giving me an opportunity to try and take a moody photo at the top of the footpath. It came out not too bad as it happened.

I turned right and saw the poor Tree Copse in front of me, looking all bare, abandoned and somewhat forlorn.

I reckoned it would be a good idea if I walked down the hill through the Copse and took some photographs as I walked down and came out at the bottom field.

I got to the entry of the path through the trees and nearly had a Whoopsidangleplop or Accifauxpa as I slipped and very-nearly slipped  over on the muddy surface

So I rerouted and used the gravel footpath, instead!

I got some flaring on the photo I took half-way down to the flats.

A little disappointed with this I was. Humph!

A bit tricky at the bottom of the path, with mud and what looked like oil across the trail?

I got indoors and up to the apartment, and put the unwanted, unnecessary and unneeded purchases away.

Got the computer on, and two hours later I’d updated this load of blather up to here.

Got the Health Checks and medications taken. Updated the Diaries, written and Google.

Then I tended to the nosh and got the chips in the oven cooking.

Had a go at Facebooking while I waited.

Delicious pork and tomato sandwiches. Stilton cheese, potato & bacon balls and chips, sliced apple and beetroot.

Lemon Curd yoghourts for dessert.

I ate the lot of it! With a certain relish as well!

Rang Brother-in-law Pete, it’s his 70th today. Had a good gossip, cut short by the wet warm sensation from my lower regions.

More bleeding, I’m getting bleeding fed-up with this!

‘Herbert’ banging away merrily up above.

Weariness and fatigue come again.

I settled down to watch some TV and waited for the Strobe Pillow Alarm to activate. Either it didn’t, or I was too tired and deep in sleep to feel it. For I was in the land of Nod very soon.

Inchcock Today – Monday 29th January 2018

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Monday 29th January 2018

Japanese: 2018年1月29日月曜日

0024hrs: Woke and laid there a while, waiting for the brain to start its own pandiculating and join me. As it did, I sensed the warm wet worrying sensation from the lower regions. I dismounted nervously from the £300 second-hand recliner, perpendicularised myself and limped off to the wet room.

  Oh dearie me! Matted and fresh blood this morning from the fungal lesion. I cleaned things but did not do any medicating, changed the PPs (Protection Pants) the medicationalising can wait until I do the shower and ablutions later.

Got the Health Checks tended to and took the medications. Computer put on and did last weeks record in Excel.

Updated the Sunday post, and sent it off.

0230hrs: Made a brew, during which the call to the Porcelain Throne expeditiously arrived. I was so glad no CCTV cameras were running! As I had to run and get on the Throne with much haste and amusement.

I arrived in the nick-of-time, and as I plonked down, the lid slid sideways and trapped some… erm… flesh! The evacuation was slow, big and messy. A lot of relief when it ended, then the cleaning up. I bent down to try to make the seat more secure. All I achieved was to hit my head on the sink getting back up after failing to make any difference to the wandering lid! Changed the PPs again, cause the lesion had been bleeding too. Humph!

Made another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold, and collated the paperwork needed for my visit to the Council Mobility place. Hope I can find it, the map and internet were little help other than saying: Victoria Centre also has a mobility centre, operated by Nottingham City Council, located on Victoria Bus Station Travel Centre
York Street, Nottingham NG1 3EN. Level 1 of the White Zone Car Park? The centre site tells me it’s on Level 1 of the White Zone Car Park, Cairns Street?

I’m going to have fun here today, I can tell! I’ll call at the Poundland shop as well, and ask if anyone had handed in my bag of shopping I left there on Saturday, or was it Friday? Either one, I’ve still got the receipt, but not the slightest faith in getting it back!

I made a start on this post up to here and then did some WordPress Reading. On to comments and replied.

0430hrs: The wind is still blowing fiercely out there this morning. Made a lovely mug of Assam tea, before going on CorelDraw to do another Inchcock Today page top graphic for use later.

Ablutions and medicationalisationing were done. Bin bags to the chute.

Down and to the Onerbgruppenfurheresses Shed. Met Welsh Bill en route. I’m glad I did, cause he likes to insult, mock and put down the older folk, and no one else was available. Hehe!

Keine Offiziere oder Kommandeure were available at this time. But a few tenants were sheltering from the rain, and we had a good laugh.

The bus arrived, and I did the crosswords until alighting into the rain at Upper Parliament Street

I called into the PoundShop where I left the food I’d bought on Friday behind. The lady asked others, but they had not had any bag handed in. Didn’t expect them to have indeed. I repurchased some of the same fodder again and made my way to the self-serve checkout. Where a Whoopsiedangleplop of embarrassing and mega proportions was suffered! I’d got the stuff scanned and in the bag alright – but could I get the blocked zip on the coat to open so I could get to my money or bank card? A resounding, thunderous No, would be the answer! What a picklement! The assistant lady tried her best to help me, the checkout till kept asking me if I wanted to continue with the purchase and the Nottinghamians in the queue waiting indicated their desire to, as we locals say… Marmalise Me! After several flunked attempts to sort the zip, she had to put her hand up my under my coat to get the bank card for me to enable me to settle with. With a red face and feeling a twit, I thanked her and paid the bill – remembering to take the food with me this time. The gal had a good wit and humorously said as I was leaving; “Things happen in threes, let me know when you’re coming in again and I’ll take the day off!” She had a lovely smile. Other staff members laughed, but those customers in the queue looked like they were about to explode as they leered, scowled and offered me threatening looks. I beat a hasty retreat!

I crossed the road and went to the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).

Up to the top floor and called in the Market Place and visited the Afghan chaps stall to see if he had any coats suitable to buy as a replacement for the one I had on. I was confident the blocked zip would defeat all attempts to clear it, it was that bad!

Walked the length of the centre and called into the House of Fraser shop, after seeing their Sale signs and the gents department being near the doors.

I got an Extra Large coat that seemed to have enough pockets to suit me.

It was reduced from £180, down to £162 and now £126.

The two young nymphets serving, both tried to free the zip on my jacket for me.

Despite their best efforts, it remained stuck solid and refused to move.

One of the lasses got a pair of scissors, but it was no use, bless them.

I paid the bill and made my way through the exit doors, down a floor and into the bus station, which had changed considerably since my last visit to it.

But, I was lucky enough to find the Nottingham City Council Mobility kiosk here, at the first location that I tried. Bit of luck there… very unusual for me! Hehe!

 

Another bit of good fortune as I left the building and walked towards Mansfield Road on my way to the bus stop. Taking this photograph and the bus suddenly appearing from behind, I was well pleased that it missed the giant puddle of standing rainwater in the gutter.Thus avoiding another drenching!

I did get a mini-splash or two later, mind. As I walked by the front of the House of Fraser store on the main road, a bus pulled up as I taking this photograph from under my umbrella as the rain got a little stronger. It sprayed some water, but the bloke in front copped for most of it. Was my luck actually changing?

I know it is many years since I have had any alcohol.

But as I plodded on and was passing the Victoria Hotel, oh no, it’s called the Hilton nowadays, I saw a sign with prices displayed.

Boy are these high or what?

Made me so glad I’ve kicked the alcohol into touch!

I admit I am not sure what the things on the list were, or any idea what a Package indicates or means. But 70cl is I assume a measurement of the alcohol, that is on offer. I could be wrong, I often am. I had to look up what Belvedere Pure Illuminated (1.75ml). (Belvedere is the toast of Poland and is feted as a premium Vodka throughout the world) and Laurent Perrier Rose (1.5L). (Laurent Perrier Rosé Champagne Magnum is one of the rare Rosé champagnes to be made using the maceration [skin contact] technique, which gives it the extraordinary depth and freshness that has made it the benchmark for Rosé champagne around the world) meant, when I got home. Not cheap are they? I assume this offer was made with visiting drug dealers, politicians, Brain surgeons and the like in mind? Hehehe! Probably not the likes of this Nottinghamian Street Sleeper I passed on Upper Parliament Street outside the Money Lender and Pawnbroker shop.

Got to the bus shelter and joined a couple of lady tenants. We had a chinwagging session while waiting for the bus to arrive late as is usual for this one.

Arrived at the flats, and called into the Social Hut, hoping to ask Obergruppenfureress Deana or Obergefreitereress Julie for help in detaching the useless coat from my rather rotund misshaped body. But bother were unavailable. The lady who sorts out the power suppliers for us was there with a young man from Nottingham City Homes. I told them of my woes, and they did larf! Haha!

The youth tried to free the zip, but as anticipated it was a fruitless effort, like all those who had tried to help earlier. But I appreciated the people all trying. He lost his grip trying to pull up the zipper, and clouted me on the nose! He tried again, and several zipper-teeth came out as he freed the closure.

Then, him being such a tall man, he had nae bother in dragging the now useless coat over my head and freeing me from the jacket. I thanked him.

Then, I transferred all the many items from the old one to the new coat pockets. I left the deceased one on a chair, hoping whoever has been doing the stealing from the hut, will nick it and find it useless.

Gave both people some nibbles and an Easter Egg, the lady some DVDs I said last week I had, and she fancied. OBergefreiteress Warden Julie popped in and out as she was busy. But I managed to give her the Rolo-Egg pressie.

Off back to the apartment.

No wee-wee or Porcelain Throne attentions needed. Hmm?

The sky kept changing quickly.

The radio said below freezing tonight. Tsk!

Got the computer on and updated this diary to here.

The fatigue is setting in now again. So I got the curls and fish fingers in the oven cooking and readied the other bits on the plate.

Took a look to see if owt worth watching was on the box tonight. Too many choices, hard to make up my mind which to watch.

Got the fodder all done and sorted. Smoked mackerel in BBQ sauce, battered fish fingers, sliced apple, tomatoes, beetroot, potato curls and a couple of anchovies on the last of the buttered cobs.

9.4/10 rating for this one. Only the beetroots being tasteless, let it down.

I settled to view the TV programmes, in readiness for falling asleep and the Strobe Alarm to activate. I have no idea if the fire alarm went off or not, so deep was the sleep I fell into, within minutes.

Woke and scribbled some memories of a dream I’d been having. (I know this, cause I found them in the morning and was glad too, cause actual memories later, were none existent.)

Inchcock Today – Sunday 28th January 2018:

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Sunday 28th January 2018

Italiano: Domenica 28 Gennaio 2018

0025hrs: Awake thanks to the earlier Strobe & Pillow Alarm Activations, and feeling excessively concerned about my state of health, physical and mental. From last nights early settling down, the memories are, to say the least vague. If it were not for the notes I’d scribbled on the pad, I would not recall anything at all?

The usual ailments, (Apart from later finding Little Inchies lesion bleeding profusely and painfully), had taken a back seat, very odd this. A headache, rumbling innards, ear-ache, tight chest and the occasional shivering/shaking had replaced the usual infirmities (I could have just said a cold, couldn’t I? Hehe!). I dread to think how I’d feel if Duodenal Donald, Hippy Hilda, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harry or Anne Gyna kicked off now, as well. I wonder if I can claim Man-Flu? Haha!

I blew my nose and nearly lacerated the skin on the hands. The stubble on the chin was so thick! I had not done any ablutions last night with the falling asleep – waking-up routine that was imposed on me. Tsk!

Unbelievable how easy I found it getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into an upright stance. I began to think that maybe I was dreaming it all?

Into the kitchen, and as I opened the door, Gawd, it was cold in there! Made me shiver for a second or two.

I got the kettle on, nipped to the wet room for a wee-wee. Oh, heck! Little Inchies lesion had been and was pouring thick blood. Cleaned things up best I could. I’ve never known such pain before from this injury. Took a while, but I think I’ve stopped the flow. The swelling was worse, and the colouration had changed to deep purple/amethyst. Swapped Protection Pants and began to feel sorry for me again. Tsk!

The flat is generally getting messy, untidy and needs a good clean up. It’s in this state cause I keep falling asleep (In between noise from Herbert above, the workers and the Strobe Fire Alarms) so effortlessly and irresistibly lately.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Got the computer going (Very slow, I fear the worst!). To start this post off.

I’m finding concentrating the mind on any one subject or topic is difficult. I did see in the notes I’d made in the night, a reminder to Email the surgery for a blood test. The shakes and slow computer are making typing a task. I requested the appointment and one with the Doctor to arrange to have the Lesion looked at again, properly. Sent Email to mate Mike.

I seemed to lose track of things, cause I wondered off to the kitchen to make up next weeks medical pots?

During which, I felt the warm damp sensation down below in the PPs (Protection Pants) Little Inchies lesion was bleeding again. Finished the tubs off, and trotted to the wet room to medicalise and cleanse things again.

Not as bad as the last session, but still not pleasant. I nearly had a bad Accifauxpa, though, but just stopped myself.

After cleaning Inchy up, I reached for the Daktarin cream and picked up the toothpaste in mistake. You’ll see in this photograph, on top of the WC, the cream and toothpaste next to each other to the right of the carbolic soap. Different sizes, colouring and thickness. How I nearly used the toothpaste on the lesion, I don’t know. Just glad I noticed in time. Tsk!

Made another cuppa and back on the computer. Updated this load of tosh, then did a Morrison order for Thursday next week.

0425hrs: Snapped this photo as I refilled the tea mug and went to the WordPress Reader. Then a few comments responded to.

Opened CorelDraw and did some Inchcock Today top photo’s in advance. Suddenly realised I had not finished the Sunday post yet – Fool! – so I tended to it.

Back on CorelDraw to do a few page tops again. Didn’t want to spend too much time doing this, cause I wanted to have a hobble (No buses on Sundays) up to Mapperley Top and get some chips and lemon curd yoghourts. I don’t want to show them yet, as it might spoil it for when they get used in the diary.

And I am aware that recently I have been flagging earlier each day.

Ablutions tended to, black bags to the chute on the way out.I noticed the state of the carpeting outside the lift doors in the foyer on our floor. Huh!

Down in the shuddering elevator, and out and along Chestnut Walk, at a steady come slow pace.

As I got to the end of the Walk, I thought this photographicalisation, might come out in a bit of a ‘Moody’ Style.

But it didn’t.

Shame. But this made me more determined to get at least one ‘Moody’ taken today.

I moved onto Winchester Street Hill at the top.

By Jimminee, Anne Gyna started as soon as I got on the steeper part. So I slowed right down and tool smaller steps, and I got to the top with only a couple of pauses and recovery stops. Hehe!

At last!

I got a decent ‘Moody’ picture taken as got to the crest of the hill.

I might try to make this with a trial Sepia conversion later?

Then again, will I find the time and stay awake long enough? Tsk!

I was a little early arriving at the store, so I wandered on further along Woodborough Road and turned left down Porchester Road, a few hundred yards down and took this cracking ‘Moody’ effort. I was pleased with this one.

Started to walk back towards the Aldi store.

This young Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over as he sped by close to my struggling body mass.

Got in the store and had a wander around for a good while. Got five items of fodder and paid the chap on the check-out, who was a fantastic multi-tasker as it turned out. The lad could talk to someone stacking shelves at the same time as ignoring this pensioner and undercharging me by 35p.

I departed and made my way back to the flats.

Part-way down Winchester Street Hill, I took this photo showing the housing estates in the background, with the wet road and cars struggling up the last steep bit of the hill.

It wasn’t too cold or windy, and the heatless sun persisted for a while.

I came across this bit of Nottingham Street Art on the pavement, I’d missed on my way up the road earlier. “Smoking increases the risk of blindness” is a new warning on the cigarette packets I’ve not seen before?

As I turned into Chestnut Walk and the flats came into view, the sun had another visit.

The feet were aching a little as I made my way in and up the lift to the apartment.

Where on entering, I noticed a letter stuck under the radiator opposite the door.

I put the bits away and opened the mail. It was from the Nottingham City Council Mobility Centre and had been forwarded from the old address. Glad I paid for this service now. My bus-pass needed to be renewed, and the location of the office had moved into the Victoria Centre Car Park White Zone. I got the computer on to try and get the siting of it, so I could call tomorrow and update my beloved pensioner’s freebie pass. But could not find the exact location anywhere. So, in the AM, I’ll have a hunt around and inquire. I need various things it tells me; Recent utility bill, bank statement and the eight digit number from my Senior Smartcard. I’ll sort it in the morning. (Little did I know what a challenge and hassle this was going to be!)

Off for a wee-wee. The lesion was bleeding again. More medicationalisationing and antisepticising. Tsk!

Got the meal done, and again lost the photo in the ether from the camera – then realised later, I did not have the SD card in the thing when I took the picture. Huh!

The usual fatigue dawned, even earlier than usual.

Incapable and inadequate to do anything else, I washed the pots, took the medications early and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some episodes of Dr No before expecting to nod-off. Oh, that should have been Dr Who, sorry. To the accompaniment of Herbert’s banging about above. But it didn’t last for long.

No Alarm Strobe or Pillow Shaker activations tonight. But I think I kept waking up waiting for them? Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 27th January 2018: Woke up confused… Stayed that way, I have to say, all day!

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Saturday 27th January 2018

Indonesian: Sabtu 27 Januari 2018

0015hrs: I stirred, and immediately the depression did the same nauseating thing. I lay there for a minute or so, thinking, confused by these saturnine style thoughts. No cheerful, flippercanorious or optimistic thinking was being allowed to get through to me by the depressed brain. Equanimity did not join in the grey-cells mayhem ridden ideas and notions as they attacked my mental contentment.

The grumbling innards indicated my need for the Porcelain Throne to be employed. I extracted my lumbering body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner with little hassle or pain from the ailments, and by the time I’d got into the wet room; I found me singing to myself. Billy Fury’s ‘Cross My Heart’ a ‘B-side’ from 1961. How can this happen to anyone with a sane mind? From the depths to the heights within minutes?

The Throne session was slightly messy again. Got cleaned up and to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. At least despite my semi-disoriented brain, the pulse let me know I was still alive. Hehe!

Made a mug of tea. And back to the wet room for another wee-wee.

Took the medications.

Thought I’d nip out into Sherwood later, to get some frozen chips. For some unknown reason, I craved chips to have with the nosh?

0105hrs: I momentarily considered doing some laundry. But this morning feeling so very cold again, I decided to get the computer on and finish off yesterdays post. This proved to be a monumental task. Because of the mayhem and Whoopsiedangleplops of Friday being so many and complicated, it took me a long time to get it sorted and in some kind of readability for my wonderful, dedicated followers and fans all over the world. (I must write and thank them both later. Hehe!) Got it finished and posted.

0450hrs: Got this one started. The computer went dead slow, and I tried closing and opening again, it is still slow, be less so. It won’t be long before I lose it, I’m sure.

Went to the WordPress Reader. Then on Comments.

0600hrs: I had a look on YouTube at the motoring incident videos, hoping the computer lets me.

Then the ablutions needed tending to. More blood, gore and mess. Tsk!

Had a go on Facebooking.

Felt a bit weary suddenly and closed everything down and got back in the recliner.

I was amazed that I fell asleep again. I woke to hear noises from Herbert above. (Weekend again, Huh!)

Got the nosh served up. I did take a photo of it, but it seems to have disappeared into the ether? Ready-made Beef Hotpot

I still felt tired, and after washing the pots, I nodded off again.

1645hrs: Woke me up. Had to make the checks to be safe again. No response came from the Alarm Activation Control people.

Turned the TV on, but nodded off again.

1820hrs: Woke me up. Had to make the checks to be safe again. No response came from the Alarm Activation Control people.

Fell asleep once more.

1910hrs: Woke me up. Had to make the checks to be safe again. No response came from the Alarm Activation Control people.

I tried reading a book, but once more drifted into the land of Nod.

2055hrs: Woke me up. I didn’t bother with making the checks to be safe again, this time. No response came from the Alarm Activation Control people. I lay there waiting for another activation until I succumbed to the slumber.

0025hrs: No idea what woke me with a start, but I felt confused and still tired. So I got up.

Rotten day!