Inchcock Today – Thursday 12th October 2017: Tenant goes very pale, Tenant Detail Updating Interview, Tenants Social Hour, Tenant sealed inside flat, Space Saucer photographed… Blimey, a better headline than the Sun! Hehehe!

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Thursday 12th October 2017

Filipino: Huwebes Oktubre 12, 2017

0125hrs: Sprang awake, expergefacient with a jump, shudder and confusion, knowing that something in a dream had made me do this. By the time I had reached for the pencil and pad, the memories had departed my brain-box. I hate that!

I think the nocturnal nibbling had returned overnight. An empty Stilton cheese biscuit bag and a suspicious looking couple of sweets were resting precariously in the folds of my overweight bulbous wobbly belly! Oh, and a banana skin on the Ottoman. Guilty?


I removed them and fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner and gingerly made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Where the evacuation went very well. Haemorrhoid Harold was hardly bleeding at all, Little Inchy tender, but no bleeding either, and I noticed en route to the wet room, that Hilda Hips was not playing up! Good signs here, I decided I could now leave off the protection pants when I change after the ablutions later.

Even the burn on the hand was not giving any pain or soreness. With all these positives this morning, I began to think that maybe I was still asleep and dreaming? Hehe!

But I was impuissant to stop Anne Gyna as she tried to make up for all the other ailments that were giving me a break. But, I’m not complaining.

Into the kitchen and took the medications, did the Health Checks and looked out of the window, the early morning sky to the right, had some fantastic colours in the darkness. I made my way to get the camera and into the front room to go out on the balcony to get a photo of the colours… Boing! I’d forgot about the lock being removed from the balcony door yesterday.

So, I went back and hung myself… Wait for it! Out of the window to take this photo on the left. Not a good quality one, but the content context (Is that the right word?) I found very pleasing.

Got the computer going and finished the diary for yesterday and got it posted off.

Then, to the wet room to titivate up shave, teggies (Not easy cleaning around the painful ones) etc. Taking care not to make any noise this early in the day, didn’t want to bother the neighbours.

I’ve had an odd feeling all morning, and suddenly realised what it might be: Apart from the lack of so many ailments hassling me, I thought I might be dead. Hehehe! See picture. Mind you; the light is very bright in the wet room.

When I went in to do the ablutions and was my skin pale again or what? Still, being as I felt alright it didn’t matter to me much.

All done, I dressed and got the nibble-box and raffle prizes ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour into the bag ready.

I’ve ordered some flowers for Jenny in the Morrison order. She does a lot of work helping others and many of the tenants I hear, only want to moan and take the wee? So this will show Jenny that I appreciate her work for us.

Started this diary going.

Making another small mug of tea, I noticed as the light came out in the sky, that there were many contrails across the vista. Thought I’d take a picture of them, set the camera to ‘Through Glass’ setting.

Look how it came out here on the left. Hehe!
The what seemed like a Flying Saucer had appeared and looked so real and lifelike. It was in reality, a reflection of the light fitting on the kitchen wall. I’ll try to think of something humorous to put on it when I post it to the TFZer site. Ah, I’ve thought of something. If I can get an updated photo of the Alien Blob in lift one and use it along with this one? Hehehe!

Had a go at Facebooking, keeping my fingers crossed that it does not start freezing and blocking comments on me again. After a while, it slowed to stop. Phwert!

The Morrison lady arrived with the groceries. Nice gal.

Moved the carrier bags into the kitchen, and there were plenty of them today. I got the stuff put away. I took a picture of the flowers, Roses and Carnations in their box that I’d got for Jenny. Hope she likes them.

I now have plenty of bleach, washing-up liquids and mineral water in stock. I got extra in, just in case the GUM or Hilda Hippy treatments came up earlier than planned. Save hassle if I don’t feel up to scratch after them, like,

I put the box near the door, so I did not forget to take it with me.

Obergruppenfurheress Deana arrived about 0915hrs, to do the updating of the details of my records. Before we started, I asked her if would take the flowers to Jenny for me, and she readily agreed, bless her.

We got on with the Q & A session, managing a few chinwags and incoming phone calls to her in between.

All done and sorted, we departed together, Deana got side-tracked and I carried on to the Tenants Social Hour meeting Although there were only 38 minutes of it was left by now).

I met Ernie en route and gave him the pickled herrings, he was very pleased and this, in turn, cheered me up.

Within minutes of my arrival, Deana caught up with us and quietly handed Jenny the box. Bj was there, and about 15 others in total. Jenny asked me if I wanted a small cup of tea with only a little milk (She remembered!) and I thanked her and sat down next to BJ and Bill (William on Sundays). We had a decent natter come chinwag. Handed out the nibbles.

The general ambience seemed a little low-key and subdued as I read it. Not miserable or gloomy, mind. I hope this comes over luculently.

As I hobbled around, it seemed a little strained despite the laughter?

There was no acuity present as I pondered and debated with myself whether I should go up to Aldi on the 1130hrs bus or not? Said my goodbyes to the few left in the meeting and meandered back to the flat. I decided not to go to Aldi’s store, as fatigue was already seeping into my psyche, and Hippy Hilda started to ache and twinge a bit more.

I got lift one up to the twelfth floor and took the opportunity to photographicalise and update of the ‘Watchileno’ Blob on the floor of the elevator.

I later created this graphic for use on the TFZ site, but I will doctor it with something funny first I think.

Well, a bit of fun might cheer us all up a little bit. Or not of course.

The ‘Herbert’ upstairs started knock-knocking and tapping away.

Started to update this diary.

Stopped to sort the meal out. Had some potatoes already cooking in the crock-pot. Put some peas, franks and light soy sauce in a pan and decided to risk some chips today. So I got the oven warming then back to the computer and did next weeks Morrison order. I delayed this when the DVT result arrived through the letterbox.

The surgery, who I had to ask for the current level, had informed me my status was level was 4.6 was – the DVT record card showed it as 1.5!!!

I’m thinking of trying to change doctors now. That will not be easy trying to convince a new doctor to take on all my ailments. Oh, dear!

Back to the Morrison order.

I got the chips into the oven.

After much shuffling and indecision, I settled for some franks, lemon flavoured cooked beetroot, two potatoes halved and dabbed with Vegemite, garden peas with light soy sauce, halved mini tomatoes with White Wine Vinegar and soft-cooked thin fries. Although I had some trouble with catching the teeth, this meal went down very tastily.

While masticating away carefully, I remembered about the dentist tomorrow, 0945hrs. I scribbled a reminder and stuck it on the mini waste bin near the recliner.

Washed the pots up.

Health Checks completed and medications taken.

So tired and weary now. Got goggle-box on and perused the screening schedule on the TV magazine… now here’s a thing; Why do I bother? It is an inevitable fact that I’m only going to fall asleep with the TV on, headphones my head so I can’t hear any telephones, alarms, doorbell tunes or whatever! I even had a look at tomorrow’s page. Hehe!

I lay with the minds and stomach rumbling away, then got a feeling that I’d left the tap running. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to investigate. I’d not got any taps running, but I had left the oven on. Lovely and warm in the kitchen now. While up I checked the wet room to see if I’d taps on, heater on etc. All was safe.

Back to the recliner and it was refusing to work again. I climbed onto it and knocked off the rube of pain-gal I keep there in case of need. Clambered out again and stood on the flipping tube! Still, I can rest easy now, knowing that the carpet will not be in any pain for a bit! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 11th October 2017: Stuck indoors all day

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Wednesday 11th October 2017

0130hrs: I awoke with an appetency to sort out exactly what needed doing and arrange things into some sort of logical understanding. I was confused about events with so much happening at the same time. Felt I needed an agenda or timetable of some sort. But so many of the missions, appointments etc. I relied on the outcome of other decisions and issues. I’m losing myself here.

I think that today, Morrison delivery due twixt 0700 > 0800hrs.  The builders are calling to do the balcony secure and lock removal, between 0900 > 1100hrs. I have to call the doctors to get the INR level result, being as after promising to let me have them and only sending the new Warfarin doses, I’ll need the figure so I can go to the dentist and let them know if I will be attending the Friday appointment or not. So, I must get what I can do on the diaries and Facebooking before 0600hrs when I will need to get the ablutions done, no showering though, because of the noise this early. Oh, must check on the supply of protection pants as well. At this stage the brain sort of went on strike.

I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and waited for the brain to catch me up. Got the Health Checks done and the medications taken.

Had a wee-wee then got the computer going to take a look at the diaries and collate them with each other and pondered on today’s tasks.

I can’t remember if I ordered any spuds on the Morrison order, so might have to try to get out later for some. I’m stuck indoors until the lady and or workmen come to seal the balcony door. One good thing about it, I won’t have to clean the windows outside will I? Haha!

Started on Facebooking. But had to keep turning it off and on cause it kept freezing. Phwert!

Emails and WordPress reading were done next.

0330hrs: Thought I could hear the fire alarm, so I opened the door after testing the handle with the back of my hand for any heat on it, and there was none. I popped into elevator number one to check on the condition of ‘Watchileno’ the Alien Blob on the floor of the lift. Came back in and made this graphic about it. Hehehe!

Finished the Diary for yesterday, and started on this one.

0600hrs: Tended to the stand-up ablutionalisationing session. Can’t use the shower this early, so stood in a bowl of warm water with antiseptic disinfectant and washing-up liquid to soak the feet while I had a shave and did my teeth (carefully) at the sink. There were no signs yet of any Porcelain Throne usage requirements?

0700hrs: All ready for the Morrison, delivery man. Made a mug of tea, and the milk had gone sour. Still two days life according to the label? Good job I have some coming with the fodder order. I think?

0740hrs: Started preparing graphics for the next few days diary headers.

What a plonker I am… found it is Thursday, not today when the Morrison order is due! I do feel a fool!

No one arrived about the balcony yet?

Back to the CorelDraw. Managed to get some made up ready.

Hours later, I got the fodder prepared early than usual. Smoked Haddock, surimi sticks, garden peas and tomatoes halves with balsamic vinegar.

Listening to the radio on the headphones and I’d just finished eating this feast and enjoying it so much – and a two-bodies appeared through the doorway. Scared me half-to-death!

It was Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana and the Builders representative lady. They had rung the bell and called out, found the door open and entered when they got no reply due to using the headphones.

The blood pressure lowered itself. I threw away the remainder of the meal and washed the dishes, while they explained they had come to sort out the balcony door securing and lock removal. I mentioned that they told me yesterday, that this was to be done between 0900hrs and 1100hrs, and it was now well into the afternoon. They laughed. The lovely Build Lady took me into the bedroom and explained all the things I needed to do in preparation for the windows in there to be done. A lot of moving stuff and covering of others. The ladyess could see I was incapable of carrying out the required arrangements and said she would try to get me some help, via Jenny. Between the three of us, I managed to get myself all confused. Hehe!

A bloke arrived while we were talking and had ‘done’ the lock in the balcony door in a few minutes and was off.

No more photographicalisationing from me on the balcony anymore. Sob!

Deana did a battery-check on the wrist alarm while he was here. A few laughs were generated.

I actually felt a bit sorry when they had to leave. Oh, I got rid of the expensive American instant potatoes that I am not keen on, gave them away.

They were both impressed with Koala Katie who I had placed over a bottle of Balsamic vinegar to show her off.

Thanks again Marie from Aussieland.

I was really drained by now. Did the medications and Health Checks and as Dizzy Dennis gave me a visit, I settled to watch the TV.

Bit of a blur as I kept nodding and waking as is the norm.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 10th October 2017

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Tuesday 10th October 2017

0145hrs: I woke in the £300 second-hand recliner with my pyjama top off (folded neatly on the chair next to the recliner?) and horripilation over both cold arms and hands. The untaken evening medication pot on the Ottoman. A few seconds spent wondering what, how and why this has happened. The pondering abruptly ended when demand from the innards arrived for my urgent attention and utilisation of the Porcelain Throne.

The recliner refused to operate when the button was pressed. Near panic broke out as I excogitated on the easiest, safest and quickest way to manipulate my way out of the recliner. I think I gained some bruises as I did so, but it didn’t take too long.

Got on the Throne and battled against the now reluctant evacuation. No cleaning up needed after this session. Luckily the Lenigrad book was to hand for a read during the exodus. During which I recalled a bit of the dreaming I’d done earlier, not much, though. I think I was trapped in a deep oubliette with torture equipment around, thumb screws, pit and pendulum and one of those coffin-like boxes with spikes sticking inside, which is where I was, bleeding and yet trying to do a crossword using my finger dipped in blood, to fill in the answers. I even remember it was the Daily Sketch (As was).

I got a shirt on sharpishly afterwards and made my way back to the recliner. Tried the button on the control, and it worked?

Was I suffering from madness, dementia, derangement, lunacy, insanity? Do I now qualify as a crackpot, crank or eccentric? The reason for taking off my jacket? Why did the recliner controls not work earlier? Why is my Throne Session changing to opposite extremes almost daily? Why is my toothache so much worse this morning? Why is my skin looking so pale? On and on the self-questioning trundled into my already confused grey-cells. This was too much for my head to handle, and my brain gave up looking for logicality and explanations, explication, illumination or interpretation, and decided a mug of tea would help better?

Health Checks and medications were seen to.

Got on with finishing the Monday diary and got it posted.

0440hrs: Finally got this journal started off. Until 0600hrs, when I got the ablutionalisationing duties done. Taking no chances, I donned a pair of the protection pants after medicationalising specific areas.

On the way out I took the rubbish bags to the chute, and empty balsamic vinegar bottle to the still overflowing recycling bin.

0700hrs: Started the walk to the surgery along Chestnut Walk. Took this photograph of the Winchester Flats, car park and the works for the new-build block of 44 flats. It was not cold at all out there. Mind you, I was well wrapped up and had the ‘Hot Pants’ on under the trousers. Hehe!

Turned right at the end of the road, down Winchester Street Hill. All quiet on the Eastern Front.

Along and up Mansfield Road and near the Sherwood Arms pub, this lass of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist appeared riding towards me.

She missed me by inches and seemed to be unaware of how close, in her own little woolgathering world.

Up and over the brow of the hill. Only to be faced by another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming at me.

This one knew alright, for he giveth me a look that should have killed me on the spot really, so vile was it as he passed me by. I do not think he liked being photographicalised?

Further down the hill and the traffic began to increase.

The car turning left clipped the van coming out of the sideroad.

Or it might have been the other way around of course.

Walking passed and leaving the altercation behind me, and would you believe it, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist approached me, from behind this time! I had the camera in my hand still, but so fast was his speed, he was just tiny in the photo, and I zoomed in too! Tsk!

Into the surgery. One receptionist told me to take a seat the moment she saw me, so I sat down. The other receptionist called me back, saying me she had something for me from last week. She bent down and produced the crossword book I thought I’d left on a bus, for me. I thanked her. Sat down and got out the new crossword book, and seconds late Nurse Nichole came out to collect me. She was not in a good mood or spirits for some reason. She was still gorgeous with a kind nature, but I could tell something was amiss with her life. My EQ is never wrong by much. This concerned me, as she is usually a little more spritely, effervescent than she was this morning. But seeing her again, still lifted my demeanour. Gave her the bag of nibbles and thanked her.

On leaving, the receptionist said they would call me with the results when they get them back, so I would know next weeks dosages and could make arrangements with the dentist either way for Friday.

Today’s appointment is so early, after I got a TV magazine from the newspaper shop, that the Lidl store had not opened. So I had a walk around Carrington for a while reminiscing, unhappily. I came across this Nottingham Street Art near the lamppost as I approached the Lidl Store.

I wandered around in no big rush, as I didn’t fancy the foot-slog back into Sherwood, but was stubbornly telling myself not to pay the £2 bus fare, as it was still way too early for me to use the free bus-pass. Humph!
Ended-up buying lemon fools, Orange & Lime fresh juice, milk, bananas and some Haddock-in-batter. Had to use the self-serve counters, because there was no one on the tills. Again I struggled, and someone came over and made it look easy, but he did not tell me what I was doing wrong.

Began the march back into Sherwood, with all the foot-slogging yesterday, the feet were painful and stinging now.

I turned back near the brow of the highest hill and took a photographicalisation of the none-moving traffic.

Down the hill into Sherwood, and on the opposite side of the road, yet another one of the notorious Nottingham Pavement Cyclists was belting down the slope.

I got the camera out, and was surprised later to find he was a blur on the picture!

Onward and up the next hill. I was not doing too bad with the hobbling indeed under the circumstances.

I called ar the Wilko store and got some washing freshener granules, Fragrance Boost or whatever they call them. Then I decided to treat Wardens Deana and Julie to some fresh cream cakes and called in the Birds shop and got some.

Near the top of the crest of the hill, yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist took my attention. He’d shot across the Pedestrian Pelican Lights at such speed, he nearly hit the lamppost outside the abandoned, soon to be a new Gym property. But he corrected his Wayward-Whoopsiedangleplop well.

Up over the top and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates.

Where the fatigue of the long walk caught up with me.

I had to stop a while to recover. Soon felt much better and set off on the walk to the top of the park and right down to the flats.

1130hrs: Into the apartment without seeing anyone and unpacked the bag and put the things away. Put the cakes in the fridge to take down for the gals later.

A wee-wee and set about updating this diary.

1258hrs: I nipped down to the hut with the cakes for the wardens. Obergefreiteress Julie was in. We had a friendly natter while she worked on her computer, and I put the cream-cakes in their fridge and set off back to the flat. I met Obergruppenfurher Warden Deana and the gal from the building company, and we had a conversation. They would be calling in the morning twixt 0900 > 1100 to do the balcony sealing off.

Once more up to the apartment and a wee-wee,  washed, then got the tomatoes halved and marinating in White Wine Vinegar, the baked beans with added balsamic vinegar into the saucepan, and got the instant spuds and cheese ready, also heated the oven-ready for use later. Then took the midday medications. By gum, that sounds as if I am almost organised. Haha!

Had a go at catching up on Facebook. Fingers crossed it will work a little better this time, without the freezing and going slow. No, just as bad if not worse now. Grr!

The tap-tapping gain from upstairs.

Got the fish fodder sorted.

Health Checks and medications taken.

Cleaned the pots and thought it a good idea to try and clean the oven up as best I could manage.

Accifauxpa: Stopped trying to do this after I burnt the back of the hand on the oven sides. Antiseptic cream applied.

Settled into the recliner waiting for a call from the surgery with my INR reading results as promised by the Doctors surgery receptionist. It did not arrive.

Checked the Emails.

They had sent the weeks doses, and next appointment for the blood test, but failed to inform me of the INR Level Results.

I had especially asked them to do this morning. To try and sort out the dentist farce and get my teeth tended to!

Oh, dear, most disappointing. Sent a request back to the surgery for the badly grammared Email received, begging for the INR level again!

Went for a wee-wee, and was most startled to find the silly protection pants with blood in them. At first, I was a little concerned that Little Inchy’s fungal-lesion had started bleeding again.

Are these ailments all sempiternal, will any relief be possible?

Luckily, it was not Little inchy, but Haemorrhoid Harold who had supplied the blood that filled the pants. Phew!

So glad I was wearing the protection pants today! Even if they are a devil to manipulate when I need a wee-wee. You’ve got to laugh!

Inchcock Today – Monday 9th October 2017

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Monday 9th October 2017

0145hrs: My seemingly sempiternal struggle against the nocturnal nibbling, seems to be winning the battle. No signs of any crumbs or fodder anywhere when I stirred in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner this morning.

Luck at last? However, the decision not to don my disposable pants last night, after the bleeding, proved to be wrong. Off to the wet room to clean things up, medicate and cream my delicate areas (Hehe!), then belatedly got the pants fitted. Tsk! That Duodenal Donald deemed to flow freely again!

The Porcelain Throne was needed then, and I feared the worst. But Trotsky Terence seemed to be teasing me again, and the session was not too bad at all, so no extra cleaning-up to do. Nice that!

Was I in an unnaturally perky mood for some reason or other? As I wandered limpingly into the kitchen to get the kettle on the go to make a brew, take the medications and do the health checks, I thought how beautiful the view from the door looked and took a photograph of it.

Made the tea, did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Then, onto the computer to add the silly verse to the photo – as I did this, I had to hasten back to the Porcelain Throne and have a session of high magnitude, but not as messy as it has been. That Trotsky Terence is messing me about ain’t he? Tsk! At least the haemorrhoids were not bleeding again.

0330hrs: Back in the front room and opened the blinds. I went out on the balcony to take these photographicalisations of the view. I noticed that the folks had cleared their galleries… is that a TV ariel on the second one down?

So peaceful and quiet as I got back into the flat. The tinnitus started bothering me a little.

Computer utilised again. Got the Health Check records updated on Excel for the nurse tomorrow.

Apart from the weight, all looked okay to me for this morning’s Health Check results. 0410hrs: I got in with updating of yesterday’s diary post.

I decided that a decent hobble was required today, as I had not been getting them in regularly last week. The weather looked fair enough, yes… that’s what I’ll do. Might have a limp into Arnold, perhaps later? Get the bus back of course. Hope I remember to take the camera with me, I can do a photographic record of the walk. That is if Dizzy Dennis stays away.

CorelDraw and made some date and humorous top graphics for the next two days in advance.

Next, I started on this diary.

I hope now the weekend is over, (I do hate weekends, Virgin Media always either stops or goes dead-slow, no buses, no one to talk to). Glad Jane rang yesterday, though.

WordPressed and then went onto Facebooking. Playing up again, sticking freezing and not letting me see things like comments. Turned off the computer, fed up with it!

Tended to the ablutions and got the waste bags collated. Made sure I’d got the letter from the builders about them calling Friday which is the day for my second blood tests and if it is within range, then I’ve to go to the dentist for treatment on the teeth, with me. Also took the empty sauce bottle. On the way out I dropped the bags down the chute, down the lift and put the bottle near the side of the overflowing recycling bin. As I did this, Obergruppenfhureress Warden Deana came by, this was good, it saved me going to find her to explain about the Friday balcony message. She listened and took the note. She was in fine form, but she usually is, bless her.

I gave Roy some seaweed sticks to try and made my way up the gravel footpath hill

Stopped at the top and took a picture down the slope of the Woodthorpe flat complex and the edge of the tree copse.

Into the park and started to walk down the footpath to go onto Mansfield Road.

As I perused around the fields, I spotted that some workmen had left a gate open on the Vale across from me.

This was also good I thought. I can now walk across the fields and save myself a bit of time and distance don’t you know.

Unfortunately, though, this meant my walking through the overgrown edges of the football field.

Thus I got the shoes wet and foilage-covered, and the socks also got a bit soggy.

And I set off Anne Gyna as I slipped and fought to regain my balance, Tsk!

Well, I thought the short-cut was an excellent idea to save bother and time, but of course, in the end, it didn’t, did it. I had to laugh at myself all the same.

I came out onto Mansfield Road and turned right towards Daybrook.

Very little traffic about yet.

Or people for that matter.

Along this long stretch of road is where the first Whoopsiedangleplop of the day occurred.

Sad, I know!

I slipped on some Autumnal equinox deciduous delivered pile of leaves and branches, and I almost went over.

Stopping myself from doing so bothered the already in a mood Anne Gyna, and now Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda have joined her in giving me trouble as well, besides, also and further-more! Hehe!

There will soon be bare branches quivering in the wind!

A horrible thought to me, Winter.

Still, I pressed on, Carried on Regardless, as if to put it.

Arrived in Daybrook and took 10 minutes to get across the traffic light junction there. There is no stop-go, walk – don’t walk lights on that part of it.

It didn’t help when I was about to go over this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist appeared and came close to hitting me, despite my best verbals he ignored mine anyway. Tsk and botherations!

Some Nottingham Street Art near the carpet shop car park.

If that bloke who got all that money for his display of used brick at the Tate Gallery was around, it might have interested him? B

The motorbike shop had a few interested customers viewing the ones outside on display. I wasn’t surprised when I saw the prices on all three. He must be having a Sell-0ff at those prices. Very cheap indeed they were.

Around the bend towards the Arnold Fire Station. It is just in view on the right, the old Station bosses house facing and the gates into the Arnot Hill Municipal Park and Council Buildings on the right.

Made my way onwards and when I got to the entrance that leads to the Park and the pond, I was held up by traffic leaving the Council Offices. Where they all came from I’d no idea, but every vehicle seemed intent on escaping the place in the competition with the other cars… and sod the old git wanting to cross the road to get to feed his ducks! Hehehe!

Very few people about as I entered the Arnot Hill Park lakeside area.

The fountains were working mind today.

Even the birds seemed fewer in number today.

The pigeons, mallards and various other water birds that came over to see what was on offer this morning from the old man, seemed to do it in slow motion. All and the species ate their seeds, earthworms and meal pellets without any of the usual bickerings twixt them.

These must be the best-fed birds in Nottingham, so laid-back some of them.

High in some trees, I spotted several birds with blue/brown feathers, tiny things about the same as a sparrow. I’ve never seen any like this before and took a few zoomed in shots of them. But all three came out terrible when I downloaded them, and as for the strange birds, I could not recognise where or even if they were in the pictures? Maybe I am losing it again? Odd that.

Made my way to the top gate and out onto the main road.

The usual Nottingham Pavement Cyclist passed by with his ear-phones in and doing his best to look like Barry Sheen without an engine. Hehe!

I turned right and made my way to the Sainsbury store in Arnold. Not many people around there either. I wandered casually around ended up with twelve items in the shopping basket. One of them from the fresh fish counter, get ready for this “ASC Smoked Coloured Rod-Caught Cobbler River Fish” it said on the label after I bought it. Caught in Vietnam. It did not say whether it was from North or South Vietnam, though!
The lady serving said something to me, but for the life of me, I could not tell what he was saying. After asking her to repeat what she said twice, I just said thank you and smiled.

I also got some Cherry Tomatoes. Crossing my fingers that they taste alright, they were costly.

There were about 24 checkouts in the store, but only three were open. I went to the serve-yourself till section, and all of them had red lights on and not working. I joined the queue at a regular check-out and was worried it might be time for my evening medications, or need a wee-wee before I got served. Tsk!

Out of the store and over the road to the bus stop to await the L9 electric-powered vehicle to get a lift home. Oh, I do love my Free Pensioners Bus-Pass! Still, very few people were lurking about.

Got on the bus and Welsh Bill was on it, sat next to him and he seemed a little down today. He told m he was counting the days until they operate on his leg, and will have to use a Zimmer-Frame when he comes out. I told Bill to ring me if any help with anything is needed. I think he said it is 13 or 23 days to his going into the City Hospital. He is still off of the morphine, and this was making things painful for him. I empathised readily with him because they have done the same to me before the GUM operation that has been cancelled so often due to the INR Warfarin Blood level being unstable or too high or low. Now I’ve got a toothache to contend with as well. Hopefully tomorrow the result will be in range, and then I can go to the dentist’s appointment on Friday, I hope.

My mobile phone chirped into life as we were nattering away. I struggled to get it out before the ringing ended, but did after all. It was from the Doctors Surgery. Wanting to know if I could attend in the morning at 0750hrs for sure, ten minutes earlier than the 0800hrs as initially arranged. I told her “No problem”. But of course, as I said to Bill what the call was about, I dreaded forgetting not to make and put up a sign to remind myself about the change.

Bill cheered a little I think. But I could see the drain on him from the constant pain as we walked back to the flats from the bus. Four tenants squashed into the lift, two ladies with shopping trolleys, Bill and me. We had a laugh on the way up. As Bill got out at his floor, he reminded me about the 0750hrs appointment change. I thought that was very nice of him.

Into the flat and first thing a wee-wee, then I made up the sign and put in on the TV ready. Fair enough, I missed the ‘D’ off of the blood! Hahaha!

I put away the purchases.

Then, got the meal prepared. The lady at Sainsbury’s had put in a tiny block of lemon and pepper butter (I think) for me to use. I understand now that the lady must have been asking me if I wanted a knob of butter? The fish looked pretty and firm.

The teeth were playing up a little, so I had some of the old cheap instant mash and added loads of shredded Extra Mature Cheddar Cheese in with it. Halved some Cherry Tomatoes and poured balsamic vinegar over them to marinate a while on the plate as the oven warmed up ready for the fish and mashed potatoes to be heated up in. I put some white wine vinegar in the saucepan with the garden peas.

Had a look out of the window to see two blokes having an argument at one of the workmen’s entrance gates. No fisticuffs used like, verbal only.

Maybe the Hire Company had delivered the wrong stuff?

The noise from the man up above started again. Chip, chip, knocking, tap tapping and the occasional drilling noises.

Th fish looked well-cooked, and the cheesy potatoes browned off a bit, gave then another ten minutes, and they looked grand then. Got the meal on the plate and the landline rang. That is three days on the trot, just when I was about to take the lunch on the tray to sit down and eat it, the landline’s ringing started. Ah-well. Annoyingly it was another wrong number that had called again. Then I needed a wee-wee. Tsk!

The meal was not very hot by the time I got around to eating it.

The surimi sticks were lovely, the tomatoes surprisingly tasty, the cheesy potatoes, excellent. The crispy top part had to be masticated carefully due to the teggies.

The wine vinegar seasoned Garden peas okay, which leave the ASC Vietnamese Smoked Dyed Rod-Caught Cobbler River Fish needing to be rated: It was well mealy in texture, but the taste was absent, virtually it was like cardboard flavour I imagine. Shame!
For some reason, the knob of flavoured butter I put on top, did not melt as such, just turned into an imitation of the ‘Wachileno’ amoeba on lift number one’s floor? Hahaha!

Anyway, I ate it all up.

I moved the reminder card onto the computer screen.

Later I nibbled while watching the TV. I say watching the TV, more like falling asleep, waking, nibbling, nodding off… sort of night.

Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 8th October 2017

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Sunday 8th October 2017

0040hrs: After a lousy few hours waking and nodding off, I eventually found the will-power to extract myself from the £300 second-hand recliner and trundle to the Porcelain Throne. Where things in the lower regions seemed to have altered yet again – back to the winds emitting without solids, innards churning and my sneezing regularly once more. My toothache was far worse than of late, this I put down to the substantially rocklike nature of the batter on last nights fish fingers in the meal

I assembled the washing and accoutrements in the bag, and poddled down in the lift and got the washing machine going.

0106hrs: To the apartment and got the medications taken and the new doses pots for next week sorted.

0135hrs: Down again to the laundry and moved the clothing from the washer into the dryer.

I popped out through the foyer doors to take a look around outside. No signs of the predicted meteor shower as far as I could see, anyway.

I noticed that the bottle recycling bin that was emptied on Thursday was overfilled again. Every one of the glass containers was of alcoholic related liquids. Seems we must have an above average number of  Three sheets to the wind artists and well-lubricated old boozers in our block then? I’m jealous that they can afford to.

0150hrs: When I got to the lifts to go back up, number one was on the 3rd floor, number two on the 6th floor. I pressed the call button, and number one went up to the 8th floor, number two up to the 11th floor? Then elevator one came down to the ground floor – how this can occur, I can’t comprehend, understand or know. Tsk!

Getting into the lift, I examined the still there on the floor after three weeks, ‘Wachileno’ amoeboid (Alien Blob).

The worm-like birth in the centre has moved, and it looks like a new growth is taking place. See the fresh light brown patch above left of the original whatever platyhelminth like creature it is? I wonder which planet the Alieness that laid this came from? Hahaha!

0233hrs: Back to the laundry room.

I took some cleaners with me so I could titivate the mess left on top of the first washer.

Then I took the cleaned washing out of the dryer, cleaned the drum casing and filter.

Retrieved the clobber and folded it and loaded it in the bag.

0258hrs: Up and got the clothes stored away and refilled the cleaning gear pots ready for the next visit to the Laundry Room.

Made a mug of tea and got on with updating yesterday’s diary.

Did Email checks. Then started this post off.

WordPress reading next.

TFZing, but it was hard with the Virgin Internet going so slow and losing it regularly.

Facebook then. But the internet connection from Virgin Media had got so slow I had to give up on it.

Got the fodder ready early.

As Tim Price would say, it was very tooth-friendly.

The canned mackerel in BBQ sauce very tasty. A shame the banana was over-ripe and had gon furry inside, though.

I tried the Idahoan Cheddar Mash today. Greatly disappointed with it. There was something in it that tasted like it should not be there. Checked the label and found that it was coconut?

I’ll put the other packets up for a raffle prize, if I remember, I’ll offer Jenny some as a little thank you for caring for us.

That will teach me not to buy things, well, so many of them, without trying them out first!

They were very expensive as well. Back to the own-label cheaper ones next time. Tsk!

I got the google-box on ready to watch the England football match, then started to do the washing up, when Sister Jane telephoned me.

While I was listening to her tales and enjoying it, the thought that I had left the hot water tap on came to me – I explained to Jane, who understood and went to check it out. Yes, I’d left the hot-water faucet running. Luckily, only very slowly.

As I went back to Jane on the landline, that dreaded wet & warm sensation from the rear-end was sensed. I told Jane, and again she understood. Off to the wet room and started to check things out. Oh dear, the blood! Harold’s Haemorrhoids had and were almost spitting the blood out. This told me that at least only the external ones were bleeding. Heck of a job to stop them this time.

Cleansing, creaming, medicating and the use of almost a full kitchen towel was needed, along with a lot of patience. They were stinging someone afterwards, so I took an extra painkiller with the evening Health Checks and medications.

Dizzy Dennis had a go at me as I settled to watch the football game. I was getting a little despondent with things now. Huh!

I was even lower in spirits after the match. England’s campaign ended in victory – but mediocrity!

Still, apart from Hamorrhoid Harold and the odd twinge from Anne Gyna, the ailments had settled along with me to get some sleep.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 7th October 2017

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Saturday 7th October 2017

0300hrs: I stirred in a uhtceare fashion, fretting over almost everything that came into my mind as well as whatever it was I was dreaming about, but these details faded fast from my intellectually challenged brain. A headache too, now that is very uncommon for me.

After reacquiring some semi-control of the grey-cells, I stirred myself and climbed out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair. (It was not working) A dangerous task, but I managed it without a Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa, and taking care not to stub my toes, I made my way to the Porcelain Throne.

The rumbling and grumbling in the intestines yesterday was a warning of what was to come, for it came! Hehe! Trotsky Terence was back with a vengeance. Had a good cleaning up of the WC and my lower regions. Utilised the Citrus Body and Lemon fresh-air sprays. Realised that Harold Haemorrhoids was bleeding in the process. Also, I was sneezing again. So, I applied some Corticosteroid Cream took some kitchen towels with me when leaving and deposited them near the computer for later use. (And well-used they were!)

Did the Health Checks: Weight 14.93 again.

Created the Goose Fair post with the photos and got it posted.

Then finalised yesterday’s diary.

I found some more photographs I had missed off of the Goose Fair blog, and trimmed and then and put them together in CorelDraw and added them to the post.

Back to the WC for a wee-wee, but found I needed a heavy-duty session. Just as well I’d got there for the wee-wee, or else there might have been an Accifauxpa. Humph, lucky that! Another clean-up activity session.

Back to the kitchen, back to the WC for a wee-wee, back to the kitchen and made another mug of tea. I opened the window to have a good nosey around outside and realised I could see the Nottingham City Homes at Sneinton near the City Centre in clear view. According to Google Maps, it is about 3 miles away as the crow flies.

This Bentinck Court was modernised at the end of last year.

Feeling a little pleased with my efforts, I did the above on CorelDraw and then tried to do a Panoramic of the skyline. Huh, failed yet again!

I just can’t seem to master this skill at all. Grumph!

I glanced at the new vinegarsI’d bought to have with the fish noshes, and spotted what might be an error. The two bottles, Asda and Morrisons, were exactly the same sizes, but they claimed difference volumes. One 250ml the other 350ml?

Beats me.

As I was shutting the window, I noticed the excellent parking of our Senior Citizens. And this, when we have been informed that the workers will be operational this weekend to get the concreting finished in time. Thus, the ready-made lorries will need access to deliver their ready-made cement, aggregate and water.

0650hrs: Made the brew and returned to the computer… via a trip for a wee-wee en route.

The sneezing is just as severe at the moment. Not earth-shattering I know.

But it doesn’t-half give the poorly-teggies some stick when it comes. Mind you, with a bit of luck the noisy DIYer upstairs might hear it? I don’t think Anne Gyner is too keen on the more forceful sternutations either.

Finally, I got around to starting today’s diary.

Rechecked the Emails. Nothing new in? Hope things are alright.

On Facebook and the Virgin Media service became very slow.

Checked the potatoes in the crock-pot, nowhere near ready yet.

I must try to remember to see Jenny and find out if she is in next Wednesday so I can give her the Thank You present I’ve ordered online for her.

Hello, Oddknob upstairs is doing some DIY again, Tap, knock, thud… Tut!

Checked spuds again, getting close to being ready for mashing now. Got the water boiling for the smoked haddock and got the cos sticksi n the oven.

Got the meal served up and the washing up done.

Mashed Crock-Pot potatoes boiled with White Wine Vinegar and mixed with strong cheddar cheese, garden peas, battered cod fingers and a most delightfully tasty bit of smoked haddock in butter.

I masticated this meal with relative ease for the teggies. But, the batter on th fish fingers proved minacious to the incisors, I should have known really. Didn’t half make me jump! Hehe!

Cleaned the accoutrements and to the Porcelain Throne, where things had changed again and turned to a foul-smelling wind with threats of something coming, but nothing did.

‘Herbert’ above me began to knock drill and tap-tap again.

I put the TV on with the headphones on high to escape the man’s noise, fell asleep and spent the next five hours waking to wonder what this programme is on the box, thinking of turning it off and nodding off again, repeatedly.

Inchcock Today – Friday 6th October 2017

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Friday 6th October 2017

0245hrs: Stirred and somewhat annoyed at not being able to recall any of the dozens of dreams that somehow, I knew I’d been having?

Again the mind started being troublous to my sanity. As it wandered off on its own route, pondering on the unanswerables and valueless meandering in search of the missing clue to a blithe existence. It soon fell back into its standard regular timid diffidence mode, the moment I stubbed my toe against the Ottoman as I extracted the overweight body out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Grumph!

Into the kitchen, did the Health Checks.

I’ll not mention the weight. Ahem!

Medications were taken. Twinges from Arthur Itis in the knees and Hippy Hilda was far from happy, too. But, not complaining, for Hernia Harry, Duodenal Donald, Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Reflux Roger were all being kind to me.

I pondered on how to get to the Nottingham Goose Fair to take the photographs later in the day. I think a nice slow walk there should be done in an hour-and-a-half or so. Then an hour or so of my walking about and I can get a bus back into Sherwood and hope to catch an L9 electric-bus up the hill to the flats. Or, maybe get a tram to Nottingham and L9 bus from there? Decision making is not my most compelling attribute. Huh! I’ll have to excogitate my plans to see if they will work timewise.

Went out on the balcony to take this photographicalisation of 0530hrs morning view.

Computer turned on and yesterdays diary finished off and posted.

Perused the Emails and WordPress readings.

Read the Nottingham Email from the Evening Post, and found the police had chased a gang of five youths in a stolen Corsa, had to stop the pursuit because it became too dangerous. Later they found it had crashed and burst into flames, 200 yards from the old house. Of course, no one was arrested or even seen.

I did an order for Christmas, while I could get a delivery spot from Morrisons. Then did one for next week.

Ablutions were done and readied me for the trip to get the photographs from Nottingham Goose Fair.

A good crowd at the bus stop. But no one spoke to me, despite my efforts to get a conversation going, apart from Welsh Bill.

Into town and .caught a tram, dropping off at Asda (Walmart) to get some fish, Stilton Mini-cheddars and Wine vinegar.

This, because I realised that the Goose Fair will not be open yet. I’d arrived too early. Still, it means I should be able to get around more safely to take the pictures.

I got some Smoked Haddock with butter boil-in-the-bag type and wine vinegar.

Out of the store and up to the Fairground.

Later, I did a post with all of the photographs I took.

Had a painful hobble around.

So many food outlets, stall, vans etc. compared to last year.

Only a very few other visitors at this early hour, most of the stalls had not started setting up yet.

Other than the food ones, that is.

With weary feet, delicate innards and feeling a little dispirited, I caught a tram back into town.

The vehicle was cram-packed with Nottinghamians, and I had to stand, but it was only a short journey.

Dropped off in town and took some photographs of the Slab Square.

The shiny but unwarm sun causing problems with my photographic skills with its brightness.

The pigeons were taking a shower in the fountains.

The people around all looked like I felt, depressed, frustrated and sour!

I wonder if there is a new illness that is causing this mass dissatisfaction amongst the Nottingham folks?

I strolled up Market Street and into Trinity Square, with its rows of various eateries on either side as I walked miserably down between them towards Milton Street on my way to visit the Poundland Shop. An excellent choice of places to spend your money on eating here. Greek, Italian, West Indian, Fish & Chips, BBQ, Sub-way, French, Polish, Pub-Grub etc.

In Poundland, I got a large bottle of antiseptic disinfectant. I’ve a feeling I might need this, what with the signs of innards trouble brewing up intestinally.

Out onto Milton Street and down to Upper Parliament Street. I took a long zoomed in photo of the end of Clinton Street.

Hidden behind the crowds near the boarded up door in the closed down shop on the corner, were four chaps who seemed to be playing the same tune over and over on the instruments as they were the other day. Badly! I’d hate to be having to work in premises nearby with that unwelcome jarring, grating cacophony belting away all day long.

Got to the bus stop on Queen Street, and nearly got clobbered by this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist as she tore down the hill.

Not many folks got on the bus en route.

I was not in a good state as I walked back to the flats. Felt right low for some reason. The INR level so high I might not get the teeth done, rumbling innards, toothache, Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, noisy git above my apartment and Dizzy Dennis visits should not have caused this catatonic, almost dysphoric state of mind because I am used to living with them.

So why so depressed?

Got into the flat to find a note had been posted through the letterbox.

The builders need access to remove the lock to the balcony area and secure area?

This caused my already low spirits to sink further. The date you see, 13th October… the time of my long awaited (If the INR level is in the range that is) visit to the Dentist to get the teeth sorted! Why do these essential things always come at the weekend when I can do nothing (Other than forget about them by the Monday) about them!

I fell deeper into self-pity mode and frustration.

All I could force myself to be interested in now was getting something to eat and the head down.

Did the health checks and took the medications. As I was doing this, Trotsky Terence forced me into the throne room. A messy session, I knew this was coming. Tsk!

Cleaned up and got on with preparing the meal.

The spuds I’d left cooking in the crock-pot were all ready. All I had to do was open a can of garden peas and the Smoked Kippers in vegetable sauce. Yet this seemed a mammoth task to me?

Although an excellent looking plate of fodder, I didn’t eat it all. A rarity!

Took this snap of the evening sky. But I’m afraid I could not appreciate it as much as I usually might have. Feeling so down! And irritated with me for being so.

I watched more TV in a night without nodding off than I have done ever, I think. Sleep, although I felt in need of it, just did not come easily.

A lousy dream filled night when it did arrive. Humph!

Goose Fair visit Friday 6th October 2017 – Photographicalisations

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Looking back, this visit was not a good idea. Old Inchcock was not in the best of health, spirits or condition. But the fool really wanted to get some photographs of the Goose Fair to put on his blog.

So he set off and caught a bus into town and a tram out to the Fairground on the Forest Recreation Ground. Of course, the idiot didn’t realise that he’s gone too early, and the fair would not be open yet, some stallholders and ride owners were not in attendance, however!

So he poddled to the Asda Store and got off the tram to get some fish to kill some time.

When he had walked back to the Forest the place was still not open. So he took a hobble around with his trusty camera at the ready, anyway.

Entering, he saw that the food outlets near the entrance were all there getting things ready to overcharge the Nottingham populace when they had returned from collecting their dole money and shoplifting.

The old Horses ride seemed ready for the Nottinghamians to arrive. I liked the running board on it, all ready to trip someone up.

There were three similar rides to this he noticed on his limp around. Six giant teacups to be spun around in?

He was very interested in these old working lorries. But annoyed that the bright cold sun was making it difficult for the old-codger to get decent photographicalisations.

He managed to take this one of the ready to go Big Wheel, turned and nearly tripped over a power cable laid across the ground.

The old galoot was impressed with this ride. He thought back to his younger days and the sad fact that he never owned a train set. The twit was already in a depressed mood with this noisy neighbours clanging and banging for the flat above his, the toothache and today, Anne Gyna giving him some lousy stick, now the clot has started looking back on his life! The Fool!

On the back row of food stalls, he noticed that despite an excellent mix of foods being cooked on the various outlets, he could not identify the origin of any of them? A wide choice on offer, though. West Indian, Chinese, Burgers, Hot Peas, Seafood, Sweets, Polish, Slushes, Ice-creams and so many BBQ ones.

His favourite food one was the BBQ Smoker Train with the oven where the engine should have been. He remembered this one from last year when he made a graphic of the photo he took then. He thought he would try to do another one this year. Funny how he can remember that when his can’t remember what he had for a nosh and forgot to take last nights medications?

As he left to catch the tram into the City and a bus to his living cube in the sky, exhaustion overcame the coffin-dodger, his innards started to rumble and grumble, wind escaped from his rear quarters, and Dizzy Dennis visited him.

The oldfangled fellow felt fatigued but glad he had got these photographs taken today for his beloved (But only by him) blog.

As he travelled in the fully ladened tram, having to stand cause it was full, he thought… “Oh… did I put me sim-card in the camera?”

Sad innit?

Inchcock Today – Thursday 5th October 2017: Late Whoopsiedangleplops

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Thursday 5th October 2017

02.22hrs: Woke with Craig Cramps and Dizzy Dennis both giving me bother. But, lots of last nights dream was still lucid in my head, so I got up and turned the computer on and used CorelDraw to do the graphic about it and put it on yesterday’s diary while it was fresh in my mind. Here it is again, in case you missed it. I think I dreamt it in mono? I added a vignette effect to it.

Then off to the Porcelain Throne. A far less messy session this one was. Medicated the rear end, washed and into the kitchen to take the medications, do the Health Checks and make a cuppa.The weight had gone up a fair bit. 14.94 Tsk!

The sneezing started again, but it didn’t start the teeth aching or the nose bleeding this time.

It was cold, wet and windy outside. And I have to go to the clinic later. Humph!

I forgot to turn off the flash on this photo, though. Tsk!

During another short visit from Dizzy Dennis, I felt the concinnity of my brain hard to understand or control. But, it was all over within a few moments. Very odd!

I could hear the wind outside gale blowing away. I opened the window and took this photograph.

Made a start on the Emails, there were many of them to get through this morning.

One, from Brother-in-law Pete, was a photograph of a newspaper article come headline.

He pointed out that it could have been me! He was referring to the Nottingham City Homes people, after the Grenfell fire who had posted notes to everyone in the flats telling them to remove their doormats. Thank heavens we don’t live in the Brighton & Hove City Council area! Hehe! They (The B&H City Council) removed the mat and charged the tenants £20 a week for storage until they collected them Huh!
I emailed this photo to Warden Deana, a bit of friendly fun.

Onto Facebooking next.

I found an old graphic wot I done, and reposted it on Facebook for a laugh.

The ailments, bat Dizzy all seem to be in a charitable mood with me up to now? Bless em!

I made a pot of porridge and watched a car programme on YouTube.

Feeling a bit more clear headed now as well and besides, also.

Hehehe!

Got the ablutions all done.

Shaved with only one little cut, Did the teggies without any hassle, cunningly brushed around the two incisor teeth safely and did not catch the loose tooth.

Good long, in-depth shower, scouring pad utilised, went carefully around the nose.

Then did the medicating of the required areas and splashed on the after-shave and deodorant. Got myself dressed.

Took the black bags to the rubbish chute, and set off to the bus stop.

Nobody about when I arrived, but soon there about twelve of us tenants there. None of them being in a talkative mood this morning, in fact, they all appeared to be a little glum and sullen? The niche crew were their usual selves, talking and whispering within their own little Métiers of Merit.

Caught the bus and gave the driveress a nibble bar. Even she looked sorrowful as well. Oh dearie me.

Got into Arnold, all I wanted was some Stilton Cheddars, soft biscuits and tinned garden peas.

The weather was bright enough, and the wind had dropped a little.

Went into the Asda (Walmart) store, straight to the Mini-Cheddar shelves, but they had no Stilton variety on display again. Got some Lemon Cream biscuits on offer, though. And three tins of Asda Smart-Price generic label garden peas (Which when I opened a tin later, dozens of the peas had black spots on them?)

Had to move a bit sharpish if I was to catch the next L9 bus.

The people in Asda also seemed a bit grumpy.

Those at the bus stop were stood around in silence.

When the bus arrived, and I got on it, the many many passengers all seemed to be downhearted as well. So many on the bus, the lack of conversation and nattering was worrying me. Even the ankle-snappers were quiet!

I was the only person to alight at the flats bus stop and walked miserably to the Woodthorpe Courts block. No one was about en route. Very odd this, has something happened that I don’t know about?

Getting to the elevators, Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deans appeared. Even she did not have her usual set-to-mode smile on! She informed that she needed to talk to me to update my details. I told her I would be in all day today. Better next week she said. We arranged in for early next Thursday morning. Some passed by and she went off to talk to them, I got in the lift (Number Two) and up to the dwelling box.

Gawd, I’d joined all the others now in feeling dejected.

Put the bits away and got the potatoes in the crock-pot seasoned with some balsamic vinegar.

Made a brew and took a picture from the kitchen window as I did.

I wondered how many people live down there in those few streets – were they any happier than the depressingly wretchedly despondent shower of old folk today living here?

The phone rang, it was Foot Lady Sue. She could come earlier so she will be here in twenty minutes. I’d got the appointment down for Friday?

Started to update this diary and Foot Lady Sue the Chiropodist arrived and done my feet. Gave her the £20 she said I gave her short last time and the £30 for this session.

As she left, the ‘Herbert’ upstairs started his drilling knocking and scraping again.

I’m feeling even more down in the dumps now. Hehe!

Rechecked the Emails.

I was a little weary by now, poor old thing. Hehe!

I used adequately boiled spuds today, and indeed bashed them up adding cheese and a drop of milk in the hope of making them nice and extra soft so as not to bother the ailing incisor teeth, but I made a mess of this, and the lumps caught my teggies a few times when eating. Tsk!

Thought I’d get the things cleaned up before eating the nosh, in case I fell asleep following the masticationalisationing of the fodder. Then I’d have to face the washing up in the morning. Not a good idea, cause I got myself into to right state doing the pots. I dropped the mixing bowl taking it from counter top to the sink. Oh dear! Not comfortable getting down and up to retrieve lumps of mashed potatoes. Then I even dropped the carton of orange juice as I poured it out. A sticky mess there to clean-up as well. Oh, my knees and Hippy Hilda went through it. Tsk!

By the time I was settled into the £300 second-hand recliner with the meal on my knee, the fodder was well cold! Yet, I still enjoyed it? I think the adding just a drop or two of Light Soy Sauce to the potatoes when they were being mixed with the cheese, made them sweet and tasty. Even if they had gone cold. Humph!

I’ll see how I feel in the morrow and try to get to go to the Goose Fair (If the knees, Anne and Hilda allow me to) and get some photographs to ue on WordPress. We’ll see how things are then. The getting up and down to clean the messes I made, has displeased Arthur Itis, Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna. Not the ailments to upset if you can help it.

TV was turned on, and the nod-offs and waking up sessions began.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 4th October 2017: Bad Day

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Wednesday 4th October 2017

0025hrs: Up and off for a wee-wee. No signs received of any Porcelain Throne activities yet.

Assembled the laundry things and off down on lift two and got the washing machine going. I went back up to the home in elevator one – (The Alien Blob invaded one) and it was still shaking when it travelled.

Signs of life in the Blob appeared to be lingering still? Hehe!

Got the Tuesday log finished and posted off.

Back down and moved the clobber from washer to the dryer.

For some reason as I left to go back to the flat, the view through the laundry room window on the door, made me think of Alcatraz?

Had a wee-wee and made a start on this diary up to here.

Then did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Still no signs of needing the Throne? The rumbling and grumbling of yesterday’s stomach seem to have stopped suddenly, most bemusing.

Down again to collect the clothing and titivate the machines, filters and laundry room.

Back in the apartment, the clothes were put away, and I put on the kettle again and oh boy… What a sneeze I had!

I thought I was going to lift my feet off of the ground, Hehehe! The resulting nosebleed and pain from the teeth were uncomfortable, to say the least. For a moment or two, I craved the return of the joyful, carefree Blythe days of my youth, then passed the wind and hastened to the Porcelain Throne. Where nothing happened movement-wise, but the mind brabbled way with itself as if it was someone else having a conversation with my grey-cells, and I was just a curious observer?

These thoughts seemed really other-worldly, preternatural. Never has such a thing happened to me before, and although they lasted only a few minutes, I felt mentally exhausted as my mind returned to its usual semi-confused state. At the time, I could have believed that an extraterrestrial entity had uninvitingly invaded my cerebrum. I felt a kind of knowledge that I could not understand, present? It was almost scary.

By the time I’d treated the nosebleed and returned to finish making the brew, the memories of the ‘conversation come communication’, were fading fast. So I wrote down what I could recall to record it here straight away. I really would like someone with the skills to analyse this for me if possible.

0350hrs: Got caught up to here with the diary. Checked the Emails.

Morrisons Email about delivery on the way, due in about an hour or two. Substituted the horrible Hellmann’s Vinaigrette Dressing in place of Balsamic Morrison brand, Tsk!

Did the WordPress reading. Then onto Facebook to catch up again.

A wee-wee and made another mug of tea.

Out onto the balcony and took this photographicalisation. It was very windy out there.

Back to Facebooking and the Morrison delivery arrived.

Overdid the spending a bit methinks… again!

I got it all put away. I had to put some stuff in the spare room! Tsk!

I’d ordered some of the Smoked mackerel flakes – but as usual, I got the wrong flavour. This is a Hot one. Still, it might be alright for me.

I’d also ordered some new flavouring sauces I’d not tried before. The Italian White Wine Vinegar, I know I bought to go with the fish. But, why did I get the American Ranch white sauce one? In fact, I can’t remember ordering it. I looked at the ingredients on the label. “Rapeseed Oil, Buttermilk, Glucose-Fructose Syrup, Water, Oak Smoked Vegetable Oils (5%) (Rapeseed, Sunflower). Acidity Regulator (Acetic Acid), Salt, Dried Skimmed Milk, Dried Free Range Egg Yolk, Dried Onion, Modified Maize Starch, Preservative (Potassium Sorbate). Mustard Flour, Stabiliser (Xanthan Gum), Dried Garlic, White Pepper, Dried Parsley, Dried Chives” – I’m none-the-wiser on what to use it on. Salads?

Did some upgrading on WordPress and Firefox.

A sort of haziness, vagueness and bamboozlement joined the mental and physical weariness.

The sky had pane trails in a criss-cross layout.

Did the health checks and medicationalisationing.

Then got the fodder sorted earlier than usual. Come think of it, it wasn’t more before, was it? With getting up so early?

Got a small tin of beans seasoned with balsamic vinegar, mash with cheese powder and the Polish hot dog sausages, followed with a lemon curd yoghourt. Despite my lack of concentration due to the tiredness, the rumbling innards, Incisor teeth, sore, bleeding nose and eyelids that were determined to close on their own, I really did enjoy this meal. As I forced myself to do the washing up, I remembered I was supposed to be having the smoked mackerel flakes. Tsk!

Odd-knob from upstairs started his tap-tapping and thudding away again.

The body told me I had to sit and rest straight away, twinges came in warning of another Dizzy Dennis attack reinforced my decision to get myself down into the £300 second-hand recliner and sod everything else.

Minutes later, the mobile phone rang. Lowered the recliner and struggled out of it wearily

It was the Doctors Surgery with the INR blood test results, new doses and the next appointment. The level has shot up far too high again, 4.9 and this concerned me. Because the dentist’s third appointment to have the incisors seen to, is on Friday 13th. And if the level is not within 2.5 > 3.5 they will for the third time, refuse to pull the teeth and make another appointment with the proviso that the INR is within range, meaning another 3-4 week wait to get an appointment again!

I wrote the date, time (Tuesday 10th Oct @ 0800hrs) and new dosages on the written diary as she gave them to me. Fingers-crossed that the level is within range then.

Back into the recliner, got the idea that I might have left the tap running or something else not right. Out of the shaking shuddering £300 second-hand recliner again and into the kitchen. Checked around, fridge doors closed, power off to the cooker and no taps running.

Settled down and Dizzy Dennis visited as I turned on the TV. I was asleep and dreaming within seconds. When I almost jumped awake, I’d been dreaming of my going down cellar steps (Like in the old house) but into a sewer to do the washing. Dolly tub and wash board there. I was thin again and younger, kept waving at imaginary people talking to them?

I made this graphic in the morning and added it, the image still clear in my head?

Started the nodding-offs and waking sequence again.