Inchcock Today – Sunday 5th November 2017: Bonfire Night

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Sunday 5th November 2017

Azerbaijani: Bazar 5 Noyabr 2017

0220hrs: Woke, with evidence of much nocturnal nibbling having taken place during what little sleep I’d gotten, with an acidulous taste in my mouth and throat?

I dislodged my ever growing torso from the £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled into the kitchen to make a brew. I felt like I should make it in an aspergillum; such was the guilty feeling inside of the encephalon, and mind. I suffered from such strong feelings of self-reproach, self-condemnation, feelings of guilt, pangs of conscience, contrition, almost disgrace! After a few moments and stubbing my toe on the bucket I’d left out to remind myself to mop the floor today, I decided whatever I was dreaming about was most likely the reason for this extra-depth depression.

I took a look at the notepad.

There was not much scribbled on it, and I could not decipher what there was anyway.

The last line may start with Picklement? There were no memories or recollections of any details either.

I think that maybe it is a good thing that I cannot recall the nightmare. Considering how it has left me feeling?

Did the Health Checks and took the morning medications with the tea.

Then off to the Porcelain Throne. A little messy again, but there was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, the teeth or Little Inchy.

Onto the computer and finalised the Saturday Chronicle.

Started this one off up to here.

0420hrs: Did the WordPress reading next. Checked the Emails and comments.

0549hrs: Facebooking started.

0800hrs: Took a photograph of the amazingly coloured sky put there.

Had another wee-wee and put the kettle on again.

Started working on another TFZer graphic next.

Nearly ten-o-clock now, I’ll maketh a cuppa and get the ablutions tended to. I nice long shave shower and scrub-up. The weather was so cold. I’ll put the heater on early in the wet room methinks.

Took a nice shower, shave etc.

I got the fish out of the freezer in readiness to go into the oven. A big lump of smoked Cod. I don’t think much will be needed to eat along with this dollop of fish, so I decided tomatoes and one small potato would be enough when I eat the meal later.

I decided to take a hobble up and through the Tree Copse and back down the hill to the flats.

Only a very short hobble, but despite my not feeling on top form, I considered a little exercise would do me some good. Better than being inactive I think.

Dressed and wrapped up well I exited through the foyer doors.

By gum, it was so cold out there. The cunning sun was shining brightly, but not emitting any heat at all. Brrr!

Took this photo to my right, and then turned to face the other way and took this excellent example of a glaring sun with its lack of warmth, along Chestnut Way.

Up the gravel hill and over to the Copse. It felt a bit eerie in a way, no dogs, owners, ankle-snappers or birds about at all?

With the bright but sinisterly cold sun helping me with the photographing, I made my way up the path at the side of the trees. The poor Copse was already looking a little sad, a sign of winter and the bad weather to come.

I hope the Meteorological merchants are wrong about the snow being on the way. Really cold, by the time I got to the top of the hill and out of the Copse. Despite the hard going and Anne Gyna starting off.

Leaving the trees, the sun provided me with a shot of my shadow. It was here that I realised I’d taken the umbrella with me?

Up to the path and right near the family and kids cafe and play area. A lot of dogs walking their owners in this area.

I walked around and down back towards the flats at the bottom of the hill.

Underfoot was a bit dodgy here.

The walkway was blogged with what seemed like millions of Autumnal leaves.

Not wanting to sound like an aretaloger, but I was pleased with how well I managed to struggle down to the flats area. Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna both giving me some stick in their respective styles. Hehe!

I should have known better than to get feeling satisfied and cocky with myself… At the bottom of the incline turning right, I slipped on mud hidden under the dry leaves. I didn’t go over, though. But Hilda Hips was hassled an not harmlessly with my sudden imitation of a hippopotamus ballet dancing to try to keep his balance! Very sad, yet so comical at the time. I wondered if this was caught on the CCTV camera? Hahaha!

Limpingly, red-facedly and painfully I made my way to the apartment’s foyer. Fellow tenant Roger was sat in there, and we had a little chinwagging session. Apart from him being able to hear without any aids, we both, I found, shared a lot of ailments. And his Hippy Hilda was also not in a good mood with him either. Bade him farewell and up to the apartment and onto the Porcelain Throne. Messy again, so I decided to take the medications and added an extra painkiller for Hilda and an ADRC capsule to the dosages.

Getting the fish into the oven, and Sister Jane rang. Hubby Pete had gone out, and she had time to call me. A very good natter was held.

Anne Gyna calmed down now, the hobbling had stopped, and even Hippy Hilda was not so painful now.

I got the nosh served up. It looked and smelt appealing. Very illusory and ambiguous! I decided never to freeze any fresh fish again. Everything, bar the lemon dessert on the tray was terrible. The bread too hard, the tomatoes foul and bitter, the potato tasteless and the fish tasted and masticated like cardboard! Still, no bother with the teeth. Humph!

Washed the pots up and settled to watch something on the box. Nodded-off and woke in the dark, with the noise of fireworks outside.

So I rose and took some photographs from the kitchen window.

I think I’ll do a WordPress blog page with these photographicalisations tomorrow, along with yesterday’s efforts.

I took about twenty shots in all, but am aware that some (Many!), would not be up to scratch nor unusable.

Belatedly did the Health Checks and medications taken.

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and soon drifted off again.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 4th November 2017: Tried to photographicalise the pyrotechnics – they were not very good. Humph!

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Saturday 4th November 2017

Uzbek: Shanba, 4 Noyabr 2017

0120hrs: This morning’s expergefaction in the £300 second-hand recliner was a surprisingly pleasant affair. For I had feared that Hippy Hilda would still be giving me grief after yesterdays sufferings, but she had calmed down so much now.

0139hrs: Washing sorted and down to the laundry room. Set the machine and back up to the apartment. Took these photos looking into and out of the laundry room.

0150hrs. Back up into the mini-home.

Porcelain Throne session, oh dear… Splattering, spluttering, windy and wet!

I thought, pondered and showed my dubiety in failing to make a decision about whether I should or shouldn’t take a capsule at this stage, to help alleviate and mitigate these worrying symptoms? Which meant I didn’t have any, rightly or wrongly? Huh!

Got the medications take and did the pots for next week.

0220hrs: Did the Health Checks and it was soon time to go back down to move the washing from machine to the dryer.

Both lifts were operational this morning.

Cleaned the washer filter and casing, got the stuff out and into the drying drum. Oh dear, what a mess in there.

The filter had not been clean out, so I got that done before putting the clothes in and setting it going.

0240hrs: Then back up to the apartment and back on the Porcelain Throne. Another spludgy session, so I did take one of the ADRC capsules this time. Still not sure if I should have – my incertitude persists. Tsk!

I took this picture down outside. This was taken before the mist fog and rain got heavier later on.

I got on with finishing the Friday diary and graphicalisationing when necessary. The time flew by, and it was soon time to go and retrieve the washing.

0318hrs: Bit of a farce with the lifts again as I pressed the call button. Lift one was on the 14th floor, lift two on the ground floor. Number two came up straight passed my 12th up to the 13th floor. Then down to the 6th floor, down to the ground floor – at this time lift no. 1 started to go down from the 14th passing my storey again, to the 2nd floor, lift two came back up and I was delighted to say, it stopped for me to get on!?!?!

Got the washing out of the dryer, folded and into the bag. Cleaned the filter, inner drum and casing.

As I kept bending (No hearing aids in of course) and stretching to do the cleaning, I noticed the left-hand pocket of my jacket was soaking wet! I’d forgotten that I had put an antiseptic spray in there to use on the drum and bin, and had been setting it off as I kept bending down. A perfect example of my occasional Plonkishness? Hahaha! It had gone through to my undies and flesh. I photoed it when I got back up. Fool! Still, I smelt nice!

0349hrs: Got the clobber put away and was amazed at how the weather had changed so quickly.

Seeing this, the idea came to me, for a possible funny Eerie Photograph. So I tried this one, with the hopes that it came out showing behind me in the kitchen, outside and the fog and heavy rain with me waving in between.

Easy for me to recognise the features in it, but anyone not knowing the layout would have difficulty in seeing it, I think.

Never mind, I did me bestest. I tried to get it more precise using Photopaint and CorelDraw, but it didn’t work, so I kept the original one. I’ll post it the TFZ site later.

Making another mug of tea, and I dropped the wet tea bag on the floor. Bear it up, and getting back up again proved a more difficult and hazardous exercise than I needed at this time. Still, persistence paid off, and I did get back upright again… eventually.

I did consider pressing the Wrist-Alert-Alarm but am glad I didn’t.

Finished the Friday post and started to update this one to here.

WordPress Reading next.

Did some graphic tops for upcoming Inchcock Todays.

1155hrs: Made another mug of tea and back onto Coreldraw, doing TFZer graphic work preperationing.

0315hrs: Got the nosh ready.

Potato Farls topped with cheddar cheese, mash with cheese and Balsamic vinegar, tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette, pickled egg, mini caramelised pork pie followed by a Lemon Fool dessert. I ate nearly all of it, with difficulty due to the poorly teeth.

Health Checks, medications and Clementine Juice.

Nodded and woke for hours, before eventually almost springing awake at the noise of fireworks close-by.

Got the light on, the TV was still on, signs of nocturnal nibbling scattered around, unreadable scribble on the notepad about a dream. Stomach rumbling.

So I got up and stood for ages at the kitchen window with the camera trying to get a decent photographicalisation of the pyrotechnics.

Many times after waiting for them to shoot skywards, I’d click the button, but by the time the camera took the shot, they had died off.

In the early hours of the morning, I tried to get to sleep again.

I gave up around 0230hrs, dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and went to make a mug of tea.

Inchcock Today – Friday 3rd November 2017

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Friday 3rd November 2017

Shona: Chishanu 3 November 2017

0100hrs: Woke with a few vague memories of a dream. In a vast room, everything seemed azuline… desks, exams, test papers and angels floating about?

Nocturnal nibbling suspected, judging by the empty cheese nibble packets, lid off of the sweet jar and suspicious crumbs on my overweight wobbly belly. Cleaned things up and struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner to the porcelain throne. I was sure that the rumbling innards indicated a massive and urgent need for an evacuation – but no. Much wind and effort did not produce any movement.

Put the kettle on and did the Health Checks.

Medications were taken, a mug of tea poured and back to the computer to finish yesterday’s Inchcock Today and posted it off.

WordPress Reading and commenting next.

Then Email checks.

Then onto Facebooking.

Worked on CorelDraw and CorelPaint Graphicationalisastioning.

This is TFZer, Nancy, from America.

The innards called me off to utilise the Porcelain Throne.

Not good.

Back on the CorelDraw and created this TFZer graphic. Took me a few hours to get it anything as I wanted.

I got it posted and just hope it gets a few comments like and cheers folks up a bit.

Then I made one of myself in the flat as a zombie, vision, phantom, spectre, ghost or whatever you like to call it.

Just for the fun of it, I added text about my losing weight.

Which, is a little bit of a fib come naughty thing to claim when I posted it to Facebook.

Hehehe!

Got on with the ablutionalisationing session.

Rubbish to the chute and then off to the bus stop along Chestnut Walk.

The builders looked busy today.

Up to the request stop and met three or four other tenants awaiting the arrival of the buses.

Mary, Welsh William, Irene and Doreen were there on the seating. Many others joined us, making around fifteen or so of us. When the buses arrived together, only Mary and I  got onto the City Bound one. We sat next to each other and Mary was in excellent communicative form.

Dropped off in town and visited the Wilko Store. I got bleach, cleaners and batteries. Paid and off to the Poundworld Shop. They didn’t have any screw-lid containers. Got some nibbles and raffle prizes though.

Oh, and some single-serving packs of Crunchy-Nut Cornflakes.

As I came out of Poundworld, I thought I was being attacked by pigeons for a moment… Hehe!

I think someone had dropped some food or crumbs?

They had a right fight with other to get at whatever it was.

I crossed over the road to go see if the Poundland Shop had any of the containers I wanted, in stock.

They didn’t either, so I got some cheapo ones to manage with. I hope they keep the biscuits fresh for me. I got some chocolate nut nibbles as well.

I came out and took this picture along Milton Street facing out of town.

There was a street performer, playing a squeezebox, poorly.

I thought about taking his photograph but decided this might be the situation: as he eyed me with a Godfather-like threatening glare. Better safe than sorry I thought!

Passing Clinton Street again, and I noticed the roadworks fencing had blocked easy access to many of the stores there.

I felt a little sad for the owners of these stores. They had antisocial behaviour, competition and shoplifters to cope with, without further hassle. Tsk!

Hobbled along Upper Parliament Street towards the L9 bus stop, and spotted and photographed the rear-end of one of the new buses on King Street. This is one of the £17m fleets of Scania double-deckers powered by a biogas produced from sewage and waste, via anaerobic digestion. But you probably already knew that; I had to look it up. Hehe!

This group of Nottinghamians with the terribly dirty-looking dog, passed by as I crossed over the road. Seconds later as the disappeared down King Street, I heard the dog barking and growling?

I spent a few minutes just stood on that corner looking around and growing more depressed as I did so. The many shops closed, the aggressiveness of pedal cyclists, motorists, no sign of any policemen, the generally sad expressions on the peoples’ faces. The looks from the younger folk, all angst, sneering and contempt ridden. Few smiles or laughter around.

I soon came out of my depressing reverie, as I turned to walk down to the bus stop, Hilda Hip gave me a jolt and brought me out of it alright! Hehe! So painful, I got the collapsible walking stick out. I hate it when I have to use this!

The Nottingham Street Art from yesterday had been cleaned up but replaced with some more today. What was out of the picture on the right, was disgusting! I didn’t mean to miss it off, but I am glad I missed it now.

The bus was late and had nowhere to pull in to pick anyone up and had to stop in the middle of the road. I went down thinking it would pull-up there, and it went to the top and parked. By the time I got strugglingly and limping back up the hill, luckily a chap had seen me and told the driver who waited for to get there, and I made it in time. I thanked the bloke.

Enroute, two tenants got on the bus, but did not see me and settled for a gossip between themselves for a while. Ethel and Mary, it was. (I think that’s their names, I get confused you know, Haha!).

Back at the complex and Mary and I went up in the lift, we cheerio’d each other, and I carried on up the 12th storey and straight into the wet room for a wee-wee. Like Dean Martin’s song, ‘Just in time’!

Took an extra painkiller with the medications. Health Checks were done and got the dinner cooking.

Drained again now, I got the Rumpole of the Baily DVD on, and my pendulous, droopy body into the recliner with a large mug of Clementine juice to sip on.

Fell asleep of course.

When I woke, I went to check on the nosh. Cut the boiled potato in half and topped them with cheese, into the oven to brown off a bit. Stayed awake for nearly a full episode of Rumpole.

Served up the nosh, added some Vegemite and Balsamic Vinegar Sauce to the potatoes and beans. The battered sausages were too much (Hard) for me to eat with the poorly teeth, so left them. The min pork pie I’d warmed a little, and this made it eatable with little pain. Overall, I gave this one a 7.5/10 rating. Shame about the sausage.

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and dined well.

It grew dark quickly tonight, and rain was undoubtedly on the way. The view outside was almost Dickensianesque I thought?

Hippy Hilda had eased of a lot now, and I drifted off watching the DVD and dreamt away to my hearts content. No idea what about.

Woke to go to the Porcelain Throne, much bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, but no soreness much.

I fell asleep on the Throne. Woke up, what I believed was a few seconds later, to find it had been two hours. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 2nd November 2017:

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Thursday 2nd November 2017

0310hrs: The grossly wobbly body regenerated into imitation life and waited a few moments for the brain to energise and join it.

I had to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee. The innards still brewing as they had been all night, giving Reflux Roger the opportunity to provide me with much hassle. Although, of more concern was Duodenal Donald this morning, very sharp stabbing pains from him. On the bright side, the teeth were no bother, nor were they bleeding anymore. Hemorrhoid Harold only the tiniest drop or two. Anne Gyna and Hippy Hilda in a generous mood, too.

Made a brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications.

The emissions of wind from the lower regions persisted, I think that something is fermenting inside there in readiness to attack later. Hehe!

Turned everything off and rebooted, no good. Did it again after resetting the Virgin box, and it returned.

Got on with finishing off yesterday’s Inchcock Today. Checked the Calendar, Morrison Delivery twixt 0630 – 0730hrs, and the Social Hour today.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, apart from the evacuated product being rugby-ball shaped and reluctant, there was no bother.

Emails sorted. Then WordPress reading was done.

Did some Facebooking next. Facebook Froze!

The Morrison man arrived, and what a picklement in finding room for the fodder and stuff I’d ordered.

All this lot arrived and cost me only £41.99. (US$ 55.70).

And, no Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas putting them away today.

I may have got too many spuds in, though. Hehehe!

Still, they looked fresh so they might last a little longer.

I’m concerned that the fridge freezer may fall through the floor and down twelve stories to the lobby?

Got some fresh clementine juice instead of orange this week. Hope I like it.

I’d say I also overdone the cleaning materials I reckon.

Tsk!

After getting all the stuff away, including the 2X6 bags of Marmite Crisps, of which I already had nine packs in stock. What a Plonka I really am! I noticed how the weather had changed.

The mist had thickened and lowered.

When taking this picture hanging out of the window, and noticed the Bin Lorry in the Cul-de-sac in front of the flats, I thought I’d try a close-up of the truck and workers and post it on the TFZer site and ask if the refuge lorries look the same in Australia, Canada and America

It was a fair distance away, and this is as close as I could get and still keep the photo in some form of clarity.

As I closed the window shut, I got a shower of rainwater over me, the camera and clothes. Humph!

Limped into the wet room and dried me off.

Back on the computer to update this, and it was still very slow, stuttery.

Gave up with it and did the ablutions after checking the bag had the nibbles, Raffle Prizes and yoghourt pots in for Obergruppenfurheress Dean and Obergefreiteress Julie. They are so busy with all these upgrading problems, bless them.

Sorted out and took the bin bags to the rubbish chute.

Made sure I’d not left anything on that shouldn’t be and set out to the Windwood Huat and the Social Hour. Walked down with Mavis. Gave Wardens Deana and Julie their nibbles and treats. Into the main room and deposited the raffle Prizes on the tray.

Bill (William on Sundays sat opposite me, the woman from the Building Company (Moaning away) to my left. BJ arrived later and sat next to Bill. I took the nibble box around, and some of the residents (Three) actually spoke to me.

Bought my raffle tickets and gave them away. Did the crossword book. Bill and George helped me.

The Porcelain Throne was needed, so I departed a little earlier than usual back to the flat and the wet room.

Took this photo outside the hut, of the area between the blocks.

A fair bit of activity going on. The workmen had finished putting the climbers onto the walls of our building. You can see them clearly now on Woodthorpe Court sides in the second photograph I took.

Got in and up to the apartment post-haste and into the wet-room for what turned out to be only a winds releasing session and wee-wee. Hehe!

Checked the big spud in the Crock-Pot, t’was okay. Decided to have this potato sliced and put in the oven with s cheese slice on top of each portion. A tin of peas or beans and some smoked mackerel in BBQ sauce, surimi and perhaps a pickled egg?

Got the computer on and updated this rubbish.

Made a start on preparing some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. One finalised and posted off.

Got the fodder served up.

Not too good on the teggies, (Cheesy boiled spuds) but flavoursome all the same.

The mackerel and surimi sticks tasted excellent!

Oh, and the Morrison 100% Clementine Juice was awesomesauce. Not so sweet as the orange one, bit of a tang to it.

Wee-wee, then I Fell asleep.

Medications taken, Health Checks were done. Temperature down, Weight up. (Tsk!)

Washing up the pots and got the point of the steak knife down a fingernail. I’m getting pretty adept at doing this lately.

Memory is hazy for the next few hours. I think all I did was nod-off and waking up.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 1st November 2017: Early, morning, afternoon and evening Whoopsiedangleplops, Humph!

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Wednesday 1st November 2017

Gujarati: બુધવાર 1 નવેમ્બર 2017

0045hrs: Woke up convinced it was a much later hour than it was. Spent a few moments trying to recall the dreams I knew I had had, without any luck.

A pleasing smell permeated the room as I lay there pondering on whether to attempt to escape the clutched of the £300 second-hand recliner. Then it belatedly dawned on me… I had forgotten about the potatoes cooking yesterday and had I left the Crock-Pot on?

A fumbling painfull few minutes as I disentangled my elephantine frame from the chair, and panic began to attack… A spilt part mug of orange juice and stubbed toe later, I got into the kitchen to check.

Yes, I had left the Crock-Pot on from 0830hrs yesterday until now! That’s about sixteen hours I think. The water had evaporated down to the level of the top spud. Phew! Could have been worse. I put some Germolene on the fingers I’d caught on the lid. Turned off the machine and left it to cool down. I’d put some Maggi seasoning in the pot yesterday around 0800hrs. The mix smelt so morish this morning. I hope I can get rid of the marks on the side of the porcelain pot, they look set-in to me. Tsk!

Had a wee-wee. Started the computer.

Made a mug of tea and got the Health Checks done and medications taken.

No hot water. from the tap? 

Whoopsiedangleplops infractions were starting early today. I’d left the faucet running in the wet-room after having my wee-wee!

Wot a Plonka! After all my recent ingeminating to try not to forget things, as well. I fear for my sanity.

Back to the computer, stubbed toe aching and Duodenal Donald kicking off, and forgot to take the tea with me. Finished off yesterdays post, then went to make another brew.

The sky looked dark and dank, and this was when I realised what time it was.

Still a beautiful view. The outline of the clouds and haziness of the moon.

I thought I heard a noise of something mechanic, grinding outside as I took this photo through the window.

So I opened it and took a look down. I could see nothing untoward. Even the resident’s vehicles looked to be parked up much straighter than usual. For some reason, while taking this photograph, (Possibly because Tim is an Ace photographer?) I remembered a ‘Song’ that Tim Price had written about my ailments and sent to me via the comments section: Here it is…

“Muted Man”
“76 Deep Vein Thrombosis in the morning sun
Followed by 110 capillaries right behind
There were more than a thousand bleeds, spurting out indeed
There were varicoses of ev’ry shape and kind.”

I thought this was so apt and funny. Cheered me up! Hehehe! Thanks, Tim.

Checked the Emails.

Sister Jane Emailed me a photograph of the last two of her Furries, Fooey and Alberto.

Asleep of course, bless them.

She’s having an x-ray on her neck next Tues 7th before the big toe op following Tues 14th.

WordPress reading was done next. By gum, that took hours today, so much good stuff out there.

Onto Facebook. Then a TFZer graphics.

Sandie, in her Halloween costume!

Then I spotted the boo-boo come  I’d made on yesterdays graphics. I’d posted a version of the above graphic, but one of those I saved during the process and not the last one. I’d missed Sandie, who I made transparent to let the flowers show through. I did feel bad. Burke!

Blimey 0800hrs already! Where did the eight hours go from when I got up?

I’d better get the ablutions done, in plenty of time for me to catch the 0930hrs bus to town for the optician’s visit.

The wet-room was flooded! I didn’t notice when I went in earlier, cause only the slippers got wet. What a mess! I stripped off sharpish got the mop and bucket and foolishly the thick kitchen towels and dived back in to try and sort it. The drain was not working and would not until the shower was turned on. I used up both towels in seconds and no signs of benefit. The large bath mat was saturated, so I picked it up and tried to wring it in the sink – this only got more mess and bits floating about. I put it in a bucket and moved it out, beyond salvation that is now. Still, it only cost me £5.99 from Wilko so I can get another one today if I catch the bus on time that is.

The drain under the top was grime ridden and gunky. Got down to clean it and the cap. Had a visit from Dennis Dizzy as I got back up. Things were not good. But I pressed on and eventually got it semi-sorted. Used the shower to move the dirt and bits to one place to get them lifted.

Left everything as it was, checked the electrics, taps, lights heaters etc. were all okay, and had a stand-up wash and shot off to catch the bus.

Only the one lift was working again.

As I left the foyer, some scaffolding (I think) was being delivered.

I could hear the thudding and banging noises again, like yesterday.

The working lads had started to erect some vast metal frames and beams where the new flats are to be constructed between the two current 1962 built ones are.

Clunk, bang thud-thud!

Onward I hobbled, Dennis Dizzy now departed entirely, nice that.

Caught the City Bound bus along with a few others from the flats. It took a long while to get there, and the poor driveress had cope with roadworks on Mapperley Top and heavy traffic to-boot.

Dropped off the bus and made my way into the Wilko Store. After a long search, I found the bath rugs with the towels. No idea why, but I bought a cloth the same colour as well as the carpet thingy. This one was a lot dearer at £7. Some Duracell batteries (used for the BP machine and little clocks), Mould Mildew spray and Muscle Power spray all ended up in the basket with the towel and mat.

Out and over to the Victoria Centre (Mall).

I called into WHSmith to peruse their diaries. But for what they were, the prices put me off. Further along, a saw a retail outlet called Card Factory and went in there.

So glad I did now. I got this one on the right for just £1!

Tickled pink, I plodded on to the Tesco Store. Where I got some baked beans with vegetarian sausages, mackerel in sauce, cheese slices and vine tomatoes. More money is gone, Tsk!

Out and through Trinity Square to the bus stop, as it worked out well I thought, only ten minutes and one would be due.

I spotted this ‘Herbert’ at the ATM, he never got off of this bike, and even I could hear the tinny noise coming from his earpieces.

For a second I thought the sign read ‘Massage Sale’ But it was Massive Sale, so I calmed down. Hahaha!

At the bus stop, there is a bench with room for four, or three if one is my size to sit down on. But, this Nottingham Street Art put me off sitting, and I stood instead.

And Nottingham launches a bid to be named European Capital of Culture 2023. Still, it might just possibly get cleaned-up by then. Hehe!

I took this ‘Moody’ photographicalisation of the Council House Dome, with the Fothergill Watson designed building on the left of the clock (Little John).

The bus was over ten minutes late, but I half-expected that with all the bother on the route.

As it pulled away – I remembered the Optician Appointment! !!!

Plenty of time en route to enjoy my cruciverbalist tendencies. (See pic right) This word was given me to use by Sister Jane, she’s smart yer know!

Of course, she’s never finished a Daily Telegraph crossword, well all but one clue, like wot I dun when I was in ward D19 having the lasering treatment. (Swank, wriggles head. Hehe!) That was a fantastic time for me. I think it must have been the drugs, cause I’ve never got more than three or four answers in one before or since.

Got back to the flats eventually. Took this photograph through the end gate, it shows the metal things being put in place to build the new tenants flats.

I got into the apartment, put the bags down and checked out the wet-room first.

Phew! All looked okay. I put the cleaner and new mat it straight away. Not only was this rug costlier than the first one from Wilko, but it was also half the size of it. Grrr!

Got the kettle on. Did the Health Checks and made a cuppa.

Put the fodder away and got the oven warming up for the potato to go in later.

I got the new dairy out and compared it to the old one in use. I think I got a bargain there.

Got the computer on and updated this diary.

Got the potato in the oven and carried on with this.

Mashed and bashed the flesh of the potato in a bowl, adding cheese and a few drops of Balsamic Sauce to it.

Put it back in the husks and into the oven to brown it off.

Poor old thing, I ended up with the cramps in the fingers, and I stabbed my wrist with the fork. Haha!

Back to computing.

Got the tatties and cheese out of the oven. Left the things to soak in the sink and delved into the feast.

Canned mushy peas with vinegar, Polish Smoked Ham, and two delightfully cheesy potato halves.

Regrettably, although so delicious, the ultra-desirable skin tops cause havoc with the incisors, by the time I’d worked my way through this tastiest meal, blood had flowed down the chin, on my jammies, on my chest, on the plate, on the tray and much pain suffered. This problem, I put down to six things:

  1. The INR Warfarin level being a little high
  2. The broken and bad teeth
  3. The over-tempting and tasty cheesy potatoes
  4. The medical support letting me down with the tests and Dentist
  5. Old age and insanity
  6. And, my own stupidity

In a weird way, despite the hassle and agony, I enjoyed this so much.

I put the TV on, many suitable for me programmes were on the schedule (Old). Many to sleep through.

 Had to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner to go to the Porcelain Throne. The session went bloody and afterwards, it took me a lot of time to stop Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding.

Then the rumbling innards started? On the way back to the chair, I stubbed my toe on the new spinning mop bucket that I had got out and used for hours earlier, to clear the flooded wet room floor. Humph!

When I got back on the recliner, sleep would not come, but the winds from within did. Tsk!

Norra Good Day overall!


Inchcock Today – Tuesday 31st October 2017 – Poorly old thing today

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Tuesday 31st October 2017

Sudanese: Salasa Tanggal 31 Oktober 2017

0145hrs: Woke, pandiculated gently and dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner. And off for a wee-wee. The grey-cells were seemingly operational.

Made a brew and did the Health Checks. Then took the medications. W 14.95 St

Cleaned the pots I’d left soaking in the bowl from last night.

The computer on and started to finish Monday’s Diary and posted it off.

Off for another wee-wee. Little Inchy’s Lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were both doing well and no bleeding at all. Duodenal Donald was beginning to show signs of giving me some hassle, though.

Back to the computer, and had to revisit the wet room and Porcelain Throne. Things in this department were a little reluctant. I got carried away reading the Lenigrad State of Seige book as I waited for the evacuation to start. A fascinating chapter or two held my attention.

Back to the computerisationing and did the top graphic for this diary. Took a while, but I enjoyed doing it. Got it done at 0440hrs. Started this record of the day, up to here, then got yesterday’s onto Emails then WordPress Reading.

Facebooking next.

Time for the ablutions soon. Off I trotted (well, limped) to the wet room.

Teggies cleaned painfully. Had a delicate shower. Dried off and the medicalisationing started. Little Inchy’s Lesion Cortisoid cream carefully applied. Harold’s Haemorrhoids ‘H’ creamed, Olive oil in the ear-holes. The boil antisepticised. Arthur Itis affected areas and wrists pain gelled. The battle to get the socks on, accompanied with many Ohhs, Arghs and Eeurks, was eventually won. Checked I’d turned off the wall heater, not left any taps running, I’d turned off the water heater power and the light. Hard work all this keeping clean when you’re getting on a bit. Hehe!

Got the things ready for the trip to Arnold. Turned on the Crock-Pot potatoes. Checked taps, lights, plugs, had I got my hearing aids in, had I got the right spectacles on, bus pass and the card with me? All seemed good. So I sort out to the bus stop.

Only the one lift was working again. Daisy and hubby, then Welsh William got in on the way down. Lots of pointless banter flew back and forth, with the odd sarcastic laughs.

To the bus stop, and I wondered if the place had been evacuated and no one had told me, there were so many residents waiting.

Arrived in Arnold and the plan was; Into Asda to get the Stilton biscuits, milk and nibbles for the staff and residents, then back to the bus stop in time to catch the L9 bus back home. I had around 30 minutes to get this done. Of course, muggings here got sidetracked when I could not find the Stilton Biscuits and soon realised I’d ran out of time as I wandered around looking for substitutes. I ended up getting, Lemon disinfectant, bread thins, various nibbles, TV magazine for next week, crisps and biscuits. The bag was not heavy, but full.

So, I missed the bus, I had an hour to kill. I decided to take a stroll around the Front Street shops. Fatal for the bank balance and back-pain this was. Hehe!)

I nipped along and over the road and called into the Fulton Foods Store. I came out with a giant box of 240 Yorkshire tea bags, a substantial bottle of Sterilised milk at 69p, Chocolate Peanuts x2 £2, and Digestive Creams 3 for £1. Took the spare-bag out and split the things bought between them to balance the weight.

Wobbling a bit now with the bags, I limped along to the Iceland Store and had a perusal for some sliced Sourdough bread they used to sell. I didn’t find any but still came out with marshmallows, jelly babies and a bag of four large potatoes. Tsk!

Suddenly thought to check the time, and I had about 8 minutes to get to the bus stop, which was by now a reasonable distance away. Not wanting to miss another bus, I pressed myself painfully as fast as I could with the heavy bags to get to the bus stop. Within a minute or even less, the ailments let me know their displeasure at this sudden rushing about. Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald all kicked off. I arrived at the bus stop but wasn’t in good condition physically. Two minutes to spare before the bus came.

Daisy and hubby were there, and they said I didn’t look very well. We got onto the bus and when it arrived in Sherwood, Glenda, Welsh Bill, Roy and Matilda got on. Many laughs and comments of mirth were shared. Welsh Bill sat next to me and told me I looked very pale. That cheered me up. Haha! We had a laugh,

All off at the Winwood Flats, and they left me lagging behind again and made their way to the block. By the time I caught up, I was sure they would all have been long gone up the lift to their homes. But Daisy and her hubby were in the lift lobby. Only one lift was working still, and they could not get in the first one they said. We piled in when the lift eventually arrived. On the 3rd floor, it stopped, and two workmen with a trolley full of equipment wanted to get on, but obviously, there was no room for them. Then on the 5th floor, three workmen this time wanting access, but we denied them, with their whatever it was generator-like looking machine.  The elevator stopped on the 6th floor, but nobody was there?

It transpires that the workmen are doing flats heating system, not by floor, but randomly and will naturally be using the elevators, or should I say elevator all day long.

Daisy and hubby got off at the 8th storey, and I got into my home on the 12th, feeling weary, drained and pained.

I was beyond doing anything productive then. Put the purchases way, checked on Little Inchy, Harold Haemorrhoids and had a wee-wee. Took the medications and did the Health-Checks.

I’d forgotten all about the potatoes in the Crock-Pot and made some oven chips to have with the nosh.

As tired and unwell as I felt, this meal went down well. I’m learning how to cook the chips, so they come out softer for the teeth nowadays.

Washed the pots and got settled in the chair to watch some TV… drifted off nd woke up at gone midnight. Knowing I had been dreaming, but not the foggiest idea what about.

Inchcock Today – Monday 30th October 0217: Accifauxpa, Blood Test with Nurse Nichole ♥, Shopping, Tree Copse Walk ♥, Memory Blanks, Elevator down, Bleeding… A Mixed Day!

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Monday 30th October 0217

Woke and up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner at 0130hrs.

Health Checks, medications were taken and off to the Porcelain Throne. Settled and got the book to read, but no time this morning. The evacuation was a lightning fast sanguinary discharge. The blood splatter was widespread and needed a lot of cleaning up. During which, a little Accifauxpa, as I bent down to clean the floor, the head came into contact with the corner of the cabinet, and the porcelain. Above the nose and on top of the dome. Haemorrhoid Harold was in full-flow, bless him.

I think I said “Oh, fancy that!” or something close. Hehe! 

Good job this happened before I got myself dressed.

The head aching a bit, and the innards now growling and rumbling, I felt a little poorly and off-colour, suddenly. Then Roger Reflux started sticking and causing me some bother too. Oh dear, something coming I’m not going to like, I can tell!

I got the computer on and got the average readings for the Health Checks calculated on Excel for last week. Apart from the weight, I think it looks alright.

I checked that I had altered all of the clocks belatedly last night, to make sure I’d done them correctly and missed any. Travel clocks in Wet Room, Kitchen and next to the computer (Keep it there to use as an alarm), and the big Pound Shop one on top of the electric fire that I cannot afford to use. Hehehe!

Checked that the Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT) International Normalized Ratio (INR) Warfarin (Coumadin) Blood Test, (A mouthful innit, when you use the complete name), the appointment was for 100hrs today. Got the nibbles ready in the bag and made sure I had the Record Card in the coat pocket to take with me.

Agoraphobia overcomes me at times. (Not a fear of heights but, the abnormal fear of expecting or experiencing an awkward or embarrassing situation from which I cannot find an escape). The mess I’m in. With trying to get the INR level in range, get proof and take it to the dentist. Who will not do anything with the teeth, unless they have this evidence of the reading? And this has to be provided within 48hrs of the said INR test being taken. Then I have to get to the dentist and beg them to fit me in! Total failure on this for eight weeks nearly now and the toothache is not getting any better. The Doctor is not letting me know the results in time… Oh I’m fed-up!

Off for a wee-wee, and spotted some blood I’d missed that had splattered onto the shower curtain. How the haemoglobin travelled that far I’ve not got the slightest idea? Cleaned it up and antisepticised it. Checked the rear end for any further leakages, only the tiniest few spots were found. Good that! Cleansed everything and applied some fresh ‘H’ Cream.

My lack of confidence was becoming lacker! Hehehe!

Finished off yesterday’s sad diary and got it posted.

Did some WordPress reading and comment replies.

Went for a wee-wee. Made another mug of tea and checked up on Haemorrhoid Harold’s condition; All fine, no bleeding at all now, sore mind.

Went on CorelDraw. Did a political funny about MPs and Hell’s Gates, to use on a later diary and posted it to my Pinterest Political Funnies Gallery.

Went onto Facebook.

Ablutions tended to. A jolly good session had. Shaved meticulously with only two cuts. Back-brush and loofa utilised. Freshened up with Brute and citrus deodorant. (I fully anticipate being lunged after by the ladies desperate for my body when I get out [Surprisingly this did not happen? Hehe!])

Sorted-out and took the refuse sacks to the chute.

I got everything needed. Well, I thought I had. Out and down the lift, met a new tenant lady and thought how quietly spoken she was. Then realised I had gone out without putting in the hearing aids. Tsk! So back up in the lift and collected them, and down again. As I got out of the elevator, Deana was talking to the new lady. I told her I had some nibbles for her and Obergefreiteress Julie and would lave them in the fridge in the hut for them.

Hobbled out and down to the hut with Daisy. Who didn’t look too good to me? Made a few funnies to try and cheer her up. Into the shed and left the fish and nibbles for the Wardens.

A quick chat with Doreen and Thundergob as I went out of the end door.

Welsh Bill, Daisy and a few others were at the bus stop as I passed them. Quick laugh, and onwards I trudged.

Down Winchester Street Hill and through the sideroads to Mansfield Road.

Some Nottingham Street Art on the pavement. Looked almost new some of the gear?

Left up Mansfield Road towards Carrington and the surgery. Over the crest and down. Do you know, I didn’t see a single Nottingham Pavement Cyclist? Never been known before! Hehe!

Got to the surgery car park, and had to wait a while for a motorist going in and a car going out had to manoeuvre a bit. Still, no rush, the appointment was for 1000hrs I thought. When I got in and reported to the Oberleutnant Receptionist, and sat down, getting the crossword book out.

I got really disconcerted when the lady came to me and told me my appointment was for 1050hrs. (How I made that cock-up, I didn’t know). She informed me the clocks should have gone back at the weekend by an hour. Anyway, she was very nice about it, and I told her I’d wait. She said the nurse might see me earlier if she gets the time. I thanked her and got on with a mammoth session on the crosswords, and even did rather well at them for once.

Half-an-hour or so later, a beautiful thing happened, a wondrous thing! A voice from the nurse, close my left ear-hole spoke to call me in – It was Nurse Nichole. I could have cried with joy. At last, I got to see her.

There was something, quoted by Photographer and Wordsmith Tim Price that I intended to tell her, but the brain and excitement of seeing her blocked it out, and I could not remember. Huh and Tsk!

She soon had the blood taken and was patient with me telling her about the ‘Blanks’ I’d been having. Told whatever I do if this happens again, I must see the Doctor. I also told her of my not being given the INR results in time for me to get to the dentist to beg for an appointment. I gave the nibbles for her and the others and departed.

Leaving the car park, I had to wait for an old couple to get into their taxi, and held the door for the lady, closing it when she was safely in and buckled her up.

Hobbled down to the Insult Store… sorry, Lidl Store and had a walk around.

Got one of the two things I’d gone in for (I forgot the milk, Humph!), and twelve items I didn’t need. Found some Balsamic Sauce. Some Texan and Hickory Maple Syrup Cooking Sauce and other not needed fodder.

Caught a bus into Sherwood. As I got off, I saw the L9 bus across the road pulling away. I thought at the time, and guilty so; If I hadn’t stopped to help the old couple in the car park at the surgery, I could’ve caught that bus up to the flats instead of having to walk up! Naughty Inchcock!

I crossed over the road and up over and down the hill to the Woodthorpe Grange Park entrance. I’m so glad I did now.

Not many dogs were walking their owners this afternoon. But the lady with the two astonishingly friendly old whippets turned up as I was photographing the poor trees near the Pitch & Putt course. They seemed to recognise from the last time and appeared glad to see me as I was them. A bit of fuss for a minute or so, that made me feel good and happy. Funny innit?

Cheered me so much, I decided to have a walk down the gravel hill and through m beloved Tree Copse while there was still some greenery on the sparsely leaved trees.

The Pictorial Record of the Hobble Down Through the Copse.

I had to take care not to slip on the leaves or trip on the branches coming up through the ground, but did okay, coming out at the Meadow at the bottom, near the flats, and in amazingly high spirits too.

I’d seen and conversed with Nurse Nichole, actually been of use in helping others, hobbled without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas, met the glorious whippets and had a fuss with them, and taken a slow, careful stumble through perhaps, to me anyway, the most beautiful Copse in Nottingham. Life seemed good suddenly. But it was not to last, I’m afraid.

Up out of the Meadow I went, and back down to the apartments.

I dawned on me that I had not seen any birds of any type since entering the thicket. This I was a sure sign… no idea what sign.

Haha!

As I neared the building, I could sense (The EQ you know) that something was going to knock me back into depression again.

No workmen in the protective tent at the moment.

Got to the lifts (Elevators for my American friends), Number One was again out of action. The other one was on the twelfth floor as I pressed the call button. (Where it stayed for what seemed a lifetime to me) The need for a wee-wee growing ever more urgent as I waited for the cage.

And waited, and waited. Not sure how long it was before it started to come down, but I was on the verge of having to walk up the stairs, and the holding of the water was doing me and my innards no favours.

When it did arrive, Jenny and Frank were struggling out with a dirty great fridge freezer. They were taking it to the other block of flats. Bless the Jenny and Frank, always helping others. In my condition, I could not help them and felt incompetent at this. But the warm wet feeling was already showing itself from the lower regions, and the embarrassment was total!

I got to the wet room in the flat as soon as I physically could, feeling confident I had involuntarily passed some wee. I soo found out that I hadn’t, but had moved some blood. Yes, the damned fungal-lesion had opened again! Got things cleaned and the Betamethasone Corticosteroid Cream applied.

I’d spotted some American medication for people on Warfarin on the net earlier. Sounds just the ticket for me.

I must remember to ask Nurse Nichole or Doctor Vindla if anything similar is available on the NHS for me try out.

Things appeared okay after half an hour or so, but I shall be ever watchful.

The noise from the workmen, drilling and knocking was driving me mad, hours and hours it went on. Of course, it can’t be helped, the jobs have to be done.

Got the nosh cooking, then updated this diary.

Baked beans, Vegetarian and battered Chip-Shop Sausages and the horrid Anya Potatoes for din-dins. Lemon Dessert to follow. I left most of it. Not that it was any worse than my meals of late, it’s just that the appetite seemed to disappear as I ate?

The loose and painful incisor teeth suffered.

Put the pots in to soak in the bowl and had a wee-wee, then checked out Little Inchies lesion, no bleeding. Added a blob more of the cream.

A headache began, but I was confident it had been the earlier droning, drilling and knocking noises from the builder lads that had caused it. So I wasn’t worried. Dare not take any extra pain-killers with whatever drugs are in the various creams I’m using.

Talk about beautiful, after the fantastic walk in the Copse, now the evening sky cheered me up a bit as well.

I took a few more similar photographs of this scene and saved them to use later in the TFZer graphicalisations.

Today had definitely been one of the ups and downs, extremes. Highlights and lowlights.

Got the TV on and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. Fell asleep and dreamt of being in a vast artist studio with ubiquitous clay models easels, paintings spread all around. I was not the artist, I sensed that much. Spike Milligan’s head was on the wall, he was whistling while I was being told off in no uncertain terms by two ladies wearing Victorian-like clothing? That’s all I found on my scribbled note about this dream.

Stayed awake to watch a bit of TV in between nod-offs, for a good while. Pointless of course.

The last thing I recall was Reflux Roger giving me some gip, and I took a swig of the medicine on the side Ottoman and spilt some down my dressing gown.

Been a funny day.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 29th October 2017: Laundry done, Whoopsiedangleplop and Depressed. Messy day.

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Sunday 29th October 2017

Filipino: Linggo 29 Oktubre 2017

0215hrs: Woke in a surprisingly good state of spirit and with only Duodenal Donald giving me any real bother. All the other ailments were apparently taking a hiatus?

I even got out of the now working correctly again £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease, didn’t stub any toes, couldn’t see any signs of nocturnal-nibbling either. I had no appetency for fodder or even a mug of tea. Very odd that?

Gathered the washing bag and accoutrements and set off down to the laundry room.

As I left the lift, a new poster from Jenny was on the board.

Took this photographicalisation of it.

Went to foyer doors and then took this photograph of the workmen’s area.

No idea what they are doing in there.

When I got into the launderette room, I was mildly surprised to see someone had beaten me to the better washing machine. (You can’t win them all. Haha!)

Then I very nearly had an Accifauxpa as I slipped on the gungy liquid on the floor under the washing machine in use. No problem, I didn’t go over or bang myself, it was lucky the casing was there to grab onto. No injuries incurred at all. I set about mopping up the liquid with the paper towels I take down with me to clean up along with the spilt soap powder afterwards. Bit of a job to get back upright.

Got the gear into the first machine, which I had not used for a year or more and worked out how to start it. Sad innit? Hehe!

Back up to the flat and started to sort out the week’s medication pots. What a pickle I got myself into. Whoopsiedangleplop Time! Halfway through I discovered I had put the wrong medications in the wrong containers (Day – Midday – Evening) and started resorting them, but ran out of time and had to go back down to move the washing into the dryer.

0245hrs: Finished the tablet pots at last. Visited the Porcelain Throne, another good session, no bleeding at all. With all this feeling good lark I began to wonder if I had actually woke up or was I still dreaming a dream?

Took the morning medications with an extra painkiller to counter Duodenal Donald and a good few extra gulps of the antacid medicine, but it is not very good, better than nothing though. I remember when the Doctor, many years ago, prescribed me Aludrox SA medicine for the ulcer. Boy it was good, really efficient and pain relieving – then it went off the NHS list of Drugs available. I asked the Chemist if it was possible for me to buy the medicine myself. He informed me that it is now available only in Germany, but he would find out for me. A week or so later I called in to collect my monthly prescriptions, and he told me he could order some, but it would be £119 a bottle! And that was donkeys-years ago. So, you see why I make do with the lesser advantageous stuff now. Tsk!

0350hrs: Down and collected the cleaned and dried clobber. Cleaned the filters, wiped around and back to the flat.

Put the clothes away, made a mug of tea, passed some wind and got the computer on.

Started this diary off up to here, and then did some WordPress Reading.

Got on with finishing yesterday’s diary.

WordPressing and the onto Facebooking.

Two hours later, I made another brew, had a wee-wee and took this picture.

I just can’t seem to master these out of the window night shots. Tsk!

I spent several hours doing some graphics prep work for use late. Then another hour or so getting diary posts done in advance.

I’d love to know what the bloke upstairs is doing with all the noise emanating from his flat.

I rang Sister Jane, and she rang me back later. Had a nattering session.

Got the nosh prepared and settled to eat it.

I think I’ll just have a tin of beans and vegetable sausage next time.

This was a disaster of a nosh. The usually nice mackerel sweet-cured strips were rock hard and caused a great deal of tooth pain, the tomatoes bitter, and the battered fish came out very runny inside. The apple, potatoes and baked sheet of cheese were okay, although, I had to soak the cheese to avoid that giving the teggies bother. All-in-all, one of the worst meals for a time. I wondered if it was just me? My EQ tells me something not nice is coming medically, so maybe the taste buds were in turmoil for some reason?

I found later I’d missed the evening HC and medications. So I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and tended to them.

Started to watch a war film (Channel 31), fell asleep, woke and a Horror film with Peter Cushion was on, nodded-off again with an American Ghost film on when I woke (Horror Channel). I can’t recall changing channels.

I looked at the schedule and realised I had not put the clocks back for winter. Huh! So I did.

Sleep came again and for once a good long one, over three hours uninterrupted.

Evening all!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 28th October 2017

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With Virgin Media, You are guaranteed interrupted weekend Connections. Can any other supplier make this Promise? So disappointed was I in BT, I moved to Virgin… What a clot!

Saturday 28th October 2017

Hindi: शनिवार 28 अक्टूबर 2017

0300hrs: Awoke and the brain slowly grasped my desire for it to reboot itself and joined the rest of my body. The ailments all seemed kind to me, no signs of any nocturnal nibbling. Although the fact that I had on my head, two pairs of spectacles confused me a little.

Spotted a scribbled note on the pad about a dream I had early last night. So I dismounted from the £300 second-hand recliner, had a wee-wee then got the computer on and updated the diary for Friday with the details that were for once clearly written and finished the Chronicle and posted it off.

Did the Health Checks, took the medications and made a mug of tea. Off to the Porcelain Throne session, another good one today, nae bother at all.

Went to make another brew, and pondered on the fodder situation and that £10.40 piece of smoked cod I bought yesterday.

I put some seasoned Anya potatoes in the crock-pot but didn’t start it. Decided to have the remainder of the belly pork today, but season it differently. A tin of garden peas and that should do me later on.

I squashed the smoked cod into the freezer to have later in the year.

It would be nice to get this meal right for once, instead of vicennially. Hehe!

Made another mug of tea to replace the one that went cold.

Took this photo from the kitchen window and went back to updating this diary up to here.

Did the WordPress reading first. Had some helpful comments to answer to today.

Had a wee-wee and onto Facebooking. Took a few hours. What with having to catch up on yesterday and Facebook sticking and freezing. Tsk!

Turned on the Crock-Pot. Had a wee-wee. Replaced the second mug of tea to go cold and back on WordPress to do an ode of sorts. Eventually got it finished and posted off. I titled it, “I talk to myself, You Know!”

Got the nosh served up, took a photograph of it, with the Anya potatoes. Belly pork and garden peas looking nice, tasty and good… But, could I find the picture on the camera card later to put on here? No! Tsk!

Anyway, it was terrible! The Wine Vinegar with the belly pork is a no-go for the future. The potatoes were horrible. A decent amount of them left to get through yet as well. The garden peas were okay, mind.

Did the washing up of the pots.

Went to the Porcelain Throne and had a Blank-Patch, no Dizzy Dennis visit as far as I could tell? I clearly remember going in, settling and getting the Lenigrad book from the cabinet top. Two hours or so further on, I found myself sprawled half-on, half-off of the toilet seat, the tome on the floor and a pong from the evacuation that had seemingly taken place without my being aware of it, lingering. Had I just fell asleep, perhaps? It didn’t feel like I had. Cleaned things up.

This did my confidence no good at all.

I turned the computer off and put the TV on. No idea what was on, the bloke above was banging and knocking again, but somehow this did not bother me in the least.

I knew I’d nodded off this time because the dreaming started and I was back, like in a dream from a week or so ago, and committing urbicide. This time a panel held a layout similar to a model railway layout of City Streets, buttons on each building house or whatever when pressed blew-up the real building? Hope that makes sense. There were two other people (No idea who two were, but the other looked remarkably like Vincent Price?), and we were arguing over which buttons to press. I can’t remember anything else about it.

When I woke and went for a wee-wee, the Herbert upstairs was still knocking away.

Took the medications for the night and returned to the £300 second-hand recliner. I did watch a part of a documentary about the war, fell asleep for an hour and woke up again with a start. No idea why.

Might be an idea to change my name to Dontknowwhy Chambers? Hehehe!