Inchcock Today – Thursday 21st September 2017

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Thursday 21st September 2017

0345hrs: Woke, a dream memory remained, just the one bit of it: Someone who is a partner to someone on Facebook, who I had never seen, of course, was telling me off for something or other about red peppers and how I cook and eat them wrongly? She was not loud, but her words got through to me, and I kept apologising and kissing her hand. Very odd.

Slowly it dawned on me, no Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harold or Duodenal Donald hassle at all this morning! Incisor Tooth Suzie and Anne Gyna were the only two of the ailments interested in giving me grief. Haha!

My thoughts were interrupted by a call to the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence had eased, and I read a bit of the Lenigrad book while I waited for the evacuation to start. Some medicationalisationalistic activities required afterwards.

Little Inchy was sore, but not bleeding, unlike Haemorrhoid Harold, who was bleeding. Tended to these problems and cleaned up, then went into the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

Noticed the odd hue in the sky while the kettle was boiling. Took this picture using the night-setting mode on the Lumix camera. Not a very decent one, and… I managed without any effort to bang the back of my head again on the window frame as I got back inside after taking the photo.

Made a nice string drink of tea, using the new dainty Porcelain mug with the beautiful pictures on it.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Gave an almighty sneeze, and Incisor Suzie and Reflux Roger let me know their displeasure at this. Hehe!

Cleaning the sink area, I dropped a plastic bowl, when I went down to retrieve it, Hernia Harold gave me a rather nasty twinge. I think I might have spoken (Written) too soon about the ailments being kind to me. Haha!

Got the computer going, and checked the Emails. Not many today. Then finished off the Wednesday post and sent it off. Then started this one and the graphics for it.

Went onto Facebooking. After a couple of hours, I went to make another mug of tea.

I took this photograph of the same area as the earlier dark one. It was a tad misty and drizzling now. However, I did not bang my head getting back in this time. Haha!.

The Iceland Man cometh. Bringing the extra fodder I’d requested. And what a mess I’d made of this order, too!

I thought I had ordered two 2 ltr bottles of Fanta Orange Juice, but 2 x 500 ltr bottles arrived. Kitchen towels that I figured I had not ordered and certainly did not need came. A frozen cheesy beans and sausage ready meal. I thought this was going to be a fresh Cottage Pie one. And, a bag of chips I could not remember ordering.

Why I bought BBQ mini-ribs after breaking my tooth on the last ones I had, is beyond me!

These memory blips I mentioned last time I saw the doctor, but she was unconcerned and told me “We all do this, and you’re getting on a bit, you know!”

I had to take out some stuff from the freezer to make room for these items, and the fridge is now fully loaded.

Did the ablutions and took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way out. Also with the stuff I’d taken out of the fridge to make room in a separate bag. I dropped the bag off at the cabin with Obergruppenfurheress Julie to use or hand out. Had a natter with some tenants at the bus stop, and caught the bus into Arnold.

At the traffic lights at the bottom of Winchester Hill, I noticed the closed down Kebab shop had lost some more letters from its signing. ‘The Golde L’, sounded to me like it could have been the name of a cattle ranch in Texas or Nebraska. Hehe!

Dropped off the bus on High Street, close to the Asda (Walmart) store. All I was going to Arnold to get was a packet of the fish surimi sticks. But I came out having spent £12. Tsk!

Luckily a arrived at the bus stop in plenty of time because it arrived 4 minutes early.

This would, I assumed, have been due to the driver getting his lunch break at the end of this journey.

The old Police Station across the road, well, it wasn’t old actually, only been there for a few years, last week I noticed the builders or demolition men working on it. Was now all gone and a new building being erected. No signs of what it was going to be, offices or retail most likely. Although any more retail would surprise me. I wondered if Lidl or Aldi might be moving in? But thinking about it, there was not much room for a store of their size.

Back at the compound and up the lift with three gals and we had a laugh or two.

The rain was coming when I got into the flat.

I got the bean meal and added some cheese, tomatoes and yellow peppers on top and got it into the oven cooking.

My years of doing Security Work came to the fore when I looked outside and noticed these two chaps at their vehicles below. Funny that, cause they were probably just getting ready to go home?

“Suspicious Minds”? Hahaha!

I abluted and changed in the nightwear. Put on the rather colourful leisure trews with the pockets in them. My mate and neighbour of many years ago, Jock Kirkpatrick had a pair very similar to these, and I had a sad moment or two thinking of and missing him but enjoyed a few happy memories as well. “Hang on Jock, I’ll be up with you soon mate. Please make some of your tatty-scones for me when I arrive, cocker!” Hehe!
The reason for taking this photo was to show how the right foot was not sticking out. Amazing really, how some days it is like this, and others it sticks out at an almost 90° angle?

Got the fodder served up, and mighty grand it looked and smelt, too!

But, it was a disaster! I threw 90% of it away. The tooth was just too painful, couldn’t manage the tomatoes, potatoes or peppers at all. Scooped up the beans and ate the soft banana and lemon desserts, a bit disappointed in this, but all my own fault for even trying to eat such food while the teggies are playing up. I did nibble, no, rather suck some Mini Stilton cheese biscuits. Got them to the back of the mouth and let them melt. I’ll have a job cleaning the gnashers without catching the two incisors in the morning. Hehe!

Did the Health Checks, the weight had gone down! 14.85, Hurrah!

So tired now, I got down to watch a film on the box, fell asleep, and Sister Jane rang me. She is going to have her club-toe, that’s not the word used I think but can’t remember it now. Hope it goes alright for her. I was well weary and drained.

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and watched some of the film on the box.

Nodded off very quickly, waking a couple of hours later and turned off the set.

Kept waking and fretting over everything and nothing, but nooded off soon, each time.

Didn’t get up until 0425hrs, broken, but decent sleep all the same.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 20th September 2017: Surgery, Pharmacy, Flu-Jab then the continuation of the Denist Farce! Tsk! Oh, and an update on the Alien-Blob on the lift floor! Hehe!

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Wednesday 20th September 2017

0215hrs: Woke up feeling a bit better about myself and medically speaking too. Weird that the tooth was giving no pain at all, Anne Gyna has eased so much too. Only Arthur Itis was really bothering me, the right wrist. But it may have been brought on when I took the tumble on the bus the other day when it braked hard?

I soon regretted thinking “Weird that the tooth was giving me no pain at all” when as I was rising out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I sneezed. This set Incisor Susie Molar off. Tsk!

To the wetroom and tended to a Porcelain Throne session, messy but not too bad. I was just glad that things were ‘moving again’.

0245hrs: I got a few of the washing items out of the bag, and set off down to get them into the machine. Up again and did the Health Checks and took the medications.

0310hrs: Down to move the clothes into the dryer.

0318hrs: Up and got yesterdays diary finished and posted off to WordPress. Duodenal Donald started giving me some grief then.

0400hrs: Down to collect the bits of laundry. I popped outside and took this photo of the garages at the end of Chestnut Walk.

Something was flying about near the trees on the left near the storage container. Very fast they were, these whatever they were, made me take a photograph, but I can see nothing of them in this photo?

Folded the togs and cleaned the machine and filter, sink and floor.

The area near the lifts was very messy, leaves and what looked like crushed corn all over the place. The Alien Blob was still there on the floor of the first lift. I tried to photograph its mutationalisationing process, but the elevator cage was shaking far too much to get a clear picture. The flickering lights were also on show this morning.

0415hrs: Put the clobber away and made a mug of tea. Then made a start on this diary up to here.

Sorted out the medication pots.

Checked the Emails, hoping to find one from the surgery with the new Warfarin INR level. No such luck. WordPress reading, then onto CorelDraw to work on the next TFZer graphicalisation.

Got it finished eventually.

But I was very pleased with this one and how it came out in the end.

Pattie from Canada, being shown around on her visitation to Nottingham Castle, by yours truly. I told her not to worry about transport, I’d provide it for her. Hehehe!

The Morrison man arrived, must have been a bit late or behind, because was in and out in a shot! Thanked him, wished him good weather and got the fodder away.

The fridge had plenty of room yet, but the freezer was cram-packed full! Plenty of scope for the Iceland order coming tomorrow.

The freezer was so full mainly because I thought I had ordered a 500g pack of McCains Oven Chips… but had in fact ordered a huge dirty great big bag of 2.25kg! Tsk!

Had a long, excellent refreshing, enjoyable ablutionisationalisticalisationing session.

Changed into togs and set off for the hobble to Carrington and the Surgery. The lift was still shuddering a fair bit, and the lights were flickering, the second lift did not have these impediments. Hehe!

There were about twenty residents at the bus stop when I limped passed them. I stopped and had a little chinwag with them. Obergefrietereress Jenny was there with them, and I apprehended that it was the party of pensioners I should have been going with, to Sprinters in Arnold for the free Fish & Chip meal. I explained to Jen’ about my tooth and why I was not going with them again.

My farewells were given (Not that anyone answered them, Huh!) to them all and I pressed on down Winchester Street to Mansfield Road.

Good job there was no one in a wheelchair or disabled scooter rider, or someone with a pram with me. They would have struggled to get by this lorry.

Turned left, up the road and as I passed the traffic light junction with Haydn Road, I saw they had finished the new road markings.

Up to the top of and over the hill towards Carrington, I laboured a little en route. The plates-of-meat were stinging something awful by now.

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, on a dinky little child’s bike, was making his way down the hill. It was a youth of about 15-16 years-of-age. He must have been over 6-feet, too.

He looked so comical on that bike to me. His knees were up almost to his chin height.

Down the road, walking amongst the fallen conkers and their outer shells was a bit bothersome. As I could not avoid treading on some of them, and the resultant pain made me jump a bit. Never mind.

The traffic got a bit denser as I hobbled on. The gas repair and water roadworks further on to blame I suspect.

I sneezed, and this caused both of the front teeth to sting a bit. I suppose the song, ♫ The hip bone’s connected to the backbone
The backbone’s connected to the neck bone, The neck bone’s connected to the head bone, Now shake dem skeleton bones! ♫ Must be right. Hehehe!

I arrived at the surgery and asked the Obergruppenfureress on the reception if I could get my INR Warfarin level results. Then went into detail about the Dentist and why I needed them.

I got a semi-frowned look in return. Then the lady consulted with Obegrefreireress Nurse Ann. They both looked at me from a distance and returned to their private talk.

Nurse Ann left, and the new receptionist went back to her computer. After a while, she came over to me and told me the result was at 3.0 – spot on the target! I was so pleased that I could get the teeth done now! (Huh, read on, Humph!)

I went to the Chemist in Carrington, to fetch the prescriptions. Bit of a wait, they were busy.

Kiran asked me if I wanted my flu jab doing while I was there. I thanked her, and she gave me the shot in the treatment room. All done and dusted.

I was beginning to cheer up now. (Fool, I should have known better with my luck, please read on).

Merrily I caught a bus to Sherwood and approached the dentist place, with confidence and an air of expectancy. Humph!

I got in and to the Oberleutnantess receptionist and explained everything to her again. Despite the fact that she dealt with me yesterday.

They could not see me today, but I could see my dentist (Vitesh Patel) on Friday evening. Otherwise, it will be into October before I can see him. I explained about how I get in the afternoon, tired and weary, and why. This was of no interest to her, of course. So I asked if I could see the dentist I saw last time. (Snehali Patel) Telling her, I prefer to see that dentist and would like to be moved to her list if possible. No answer to my request. She just said it would not be until October when she could see me either, and even days later than the other dentist. Not until the 13th October. Fair enough I said, I’ll have to wait then. She tapped her computer and gave me a read-out with the appointment on it at the top.

Then as I was leaving, she added: “Of course you will have to go through getting your INR result clarified as within limits again before you come!” That was only time of the whole meeting that she smiled; with curled lips! As if she had won a victory and was enjoying it!

I was now back in depression again.

I left and waited at the bus stop to catch the 90 up the hill part-way to the flats.

Feeling very depressed now.

I limped back to the flat.

In the lift, that was not shaking so much now, I took a photograph of the Alien Blob, still there on the floor after, how many days now?

I think it is mutating now.

The centre seems to be holding something ready for birth? Hehe.

Inside and I picked up some mail that had been posted and had a wee-wee. Two letters, one from the NCH with an A-Z of Home Improvements. Basically, a list of things we will be responsible for during the upgrading of the flats. I’ve not got round to reading and studying it yet, but did read one little section on Personal Belongings.

Surely the onus is on the workers not to steal anything? How can we find somewhere safe and secure when the workers are in the flat and able to go anywhere, they tell us to leave while it is being done and have all those tools with them… Sod it, never mind.

Then sorted the prescriptions out with an uninterested will-power.

Got the nosh ready.

Thesmoked haddock was superb, the peas warmed very slowly with added balsamic vinegar were tasty, same with the overcooked on purpose potatoes.

Now that Incisor Tooth Suzie has started, what’s the best word… sinking and leaning a little. eating without catching her, is actually a bit easier. No less painful when I do mind. But cleaning the teeth is a nightmare. Tsk!

Settled and watched some nodding-off affected TV.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 19th September 2017

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Tuesday 19th September 2017

0400hrs: Woke up. I tried to adumbrate some things from the dream I’d been having, but all the memories dissolved into the ether as I tried. Tsk!

Went to make a brew of tea and surprise! Demand for my attendance at the Porcelain Throne arrived (At last!) Off to the wet room. Found there was blood over my chin and jammies from Incisor Suzie-Tooth. Cleaned things up. So busy at the moment, don’t know when I’ll get around to doing the mounting pile of washing.

Did the Health Checks: Sys 144 Dia 74, Pulse88, Temp 35.1 and weight 14.92, not too bad, apart from the weight.

Saw the note come reminder I’d left for myself.

Started the computer, and did a Morrison delivery order for tomorrow. Then began finalising the Monday Chronicle.

It was a little cold this morning, so I went around and closed the windows.

A bit of drizzle coming down outside, and the street and house lights seemed a little dim. But then, I had my reading glasses on. Took the picture and they still looked dark?

Back to the diaries, but I had a feeling, an EQ awareness of impending bother, hassle or whatever. I could not shake it off. Most uncomfortable mentally when this happens. Sure as eggs are eggs, something is going to upset the apple-cart soon.

Finished the Monday post and went to make a mug of tea. I thought I could hear that little howling sound again, and took a look out of the window. No wind about, the rain had stopped and nothing in sight?

This feeling of discomfiture was bothering me. I wish whatever it is that is coming, would do so quickly to get it over with. A horrible sensation that something will not work out right? I hope I am wrong about it all the same.

Emails checked and I went on Facebook.

0935hrs: Ablutions tended to. Readied things and off out to the surgery hobble. Passed May at the bus stop on the way. Little chinwag and gave her a nibble bar. Down Winchester Hill and left up Mansfield road to the top of the hill.

When this naughty Nottingham Cyclist nearly bumped into me as he sped by.

Down the incline and into the Sherrington Park Surgery car park and entered. The receptionist was in a good mood today. Reported to her and filled in a request form for some extra Codeine 60g painkillers.

Took a seat, getting the crossword book out.

The EQ spurred thought of an imminent failure or let-down, still lingering.

Nurse Nichole came to me to summon into her treatment room. It made my day her being on duty. We had a nice chat while she took the blood. Gave her her nibbles as I left, and some to the receptionist team when I left the premises.

Walked down to the bus stop in Carrington and caught a bus back to Sherwood. Dropping off near the Charity Shop, then over the road and called into the Co-op Store. Where I bought some bananas to ripen to eat, just in case after the dentist removes the tooth, things might still be painful to consume and masticate. One large potato, and a TV magazine for next week.

As I limped up to the dentist place, two fire engine tenders belted passed toward the City Centre.

I mounted the too steep steps into the Dentist’s surgery and went to the receptionist and explained everything again as I did yesterday. Signed a form and took a seat, crossword book out again. Ten minutes later a nurse came down for me and led me up the steep stairs to the treatment room.

This female dentist seems a bit more pleasant, and we went through what had happened with the tooth. Things appeared to be going well. I suggested that maybe we could take out the two front teeth together, and have a plate put in. The Pound Signs flashed over her facial features for a moment or two, and said: “No, no! We’ll take the one out and let it settle first, then take the other out and let that settle, then think about having a plate put in. In other words “No, that will mean just one charge if you take two out same as for one. It is imperative that we charge you twice, and then again, for the plate, there is a maximum charge you know… better to get around that by charging less but much more often!” Fair enough!

When she got around to looking at my notes, she asked what my INR level was. I told her 5.0 – this stopped her in her tracks. “I cannot do an extraction if your INR level is not between 2 & 4!

This despite my having had three extractions, four fillings and two crowns done at this Dentist’s when my INR level has been over or under this level over the last two years?

I told her I’d just had a test done half an hour or so ago at the surgery. After a kerfuffle and talk with someone on the phone, she affirmed that she could not do it while the level was too high or low, especially too-high, because she may not be able to stop the bleeding. I asked her if it was alright then, for me to go home with the loose teeth, have something to eat and the tooth come out there, and I bleed to death?

A surprising reply was given: “I’m not bothered, all I am interested in is my not getting into any trouble from the authorities if I do any surgery while your INR level is not right!”

Fair enough gal, I thought.

This must be the EQ feeling of the next Whoopsiedangleplop[ or Accifaupa I had earlier? Humph!

She spoke again on the phone to someone, then told me to go downstairs, and the receptionist will look into the problem.

So I did.

The receptionist was most displeased that I did not know the number for the surgery. But she looked it up and rang them. I couldn’t hear the conversation.

Afterwards, she told me to ring the surgery tomorrow afternoon, to obtain the INR result. Then to contact them (The Dentists) with the figure and they will decide what can or cannot be done about the issue, or better still, call in and see them with the results if they are within 3 to 4.

I departed, downhearted and still in pain with the teggies.

At the bus stop outside the door, where some flat tenants were waiting. I had a little moan about things to them, and they thought it hilarious. Glad to give someone a laugh at least. Hehehe!

Hobbled off the bus and to the apartments, said my farewells to the other gang members, and into the flat.

Wee-wee, a mug of tea, medications, Health Checks, got the potato in the Crock-Pot and got on with updating this diary.

Tired and fed-up.

Nosh readied.

I’d boiled the large potato and mashed it nice and soft with butter and milk, and opened a tin of the hot dog sausage that was soft-to-eat, followed by the fluffy lemon meringue mousse.

Caught the tooth many times and received almost electric shock-like pains for my bother, Hehe!

I changed the time for the Morrisons delivery so there was less chance of it clashing with the time I might be going back to the dentist or phoning the surgery for the INR blood, results.

Got down to enjoy the fodder with Incisor dodging eating (Haha!) and the phone rang. Jenny called me to ask if I was still going to the free meal tomorrow. I tried to explain about the INR blood level and Dentist confusion best I could. But it was late, and I was feeling so confused and tired of all the hassle going on. Hope she understood what I said.

Did the checks and medication taking.

Watched a bit of TV, and then Duodenal Donald started playing up badly. Dare not take any extra painkillers. I did take an Omeprazole capsule, but stocks are low on them and the Codeines.

I pondered on the fact that the place needs cleaning up badly, very untidy. Fell asleep!

Inchcock Today – Monday 18th September 2017: Audi Clinic Test, Dentist, Whoopsiedangleplop and Nottingham Photos

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Monday 18th September 2017

0310hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand wobbly recliner, and simultaneously thought and was aware that I was doing the same thing, laid on the floor covered in mephitic straw in a barn, in Dickensian times? This thought lasted only a few seconds. Very odd!

I spotted the reminder notices I’d left for myself, and forced my way out of the recliner, and got the Health Checks done and took the medications.

Results today: Sys 132, Dia 61, Pulse 82, Temp 36.1, Weight 14.92. I was a little disappointed that the weight had not gone down at all, despite Incisor Suzie forcing me not to eat much at all? Sys and Dia both lowish this morning?

Got the average totals for last week from Excel. Looked about the same as usual to me, apart from the weight increase I mentioned, of course. Tsk!

Not the slightest sign of any Porcelain Throne activities needed. It’s been a while now. I considered taking a Senna, but Trotsky Terence has tricked me before! Haha!

I had a recheck that I had got all the things ready that would be needed today. Money for the bus, the bus times, Audio Booklet and appointment card etc.

The computer on and finished off the Monday diary. Then started this one off.

Checked the Emails, and WordPress reading and responding.

Facebooked for a while, not much time though, getting close to the ablutionising and departure time.

Had a super shower, and all things seemed to be calming down.

Haemorrhoid Harold had stopped bleeding and was stinging fare less now. ✓

Arthur Itis was very kind indeed! ✓

Even Hilda Hips had eased off! ✓

Reflux Roger, no bother at all! ✓

 No Shaky Steven’s, no Dizzy Dennis’s either! ✓

Hernia Harry, not bad at all! ✓

But, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were backing up Incisor Tooth Suzie’s pains. ✕

And as yet, not Porcelain Throne session, for three days now? Oh, dear!

Feeling a lot better in myself now. I got ready and set off, taking the three sorted bin bags and dropped them down the chute at exactly 0800hrs.

Down in the lift, the shuddering lift with lights flickering and blinking. So much so, that I had the struggle to get today’s photographicalisation of the Mystery Blob that appeared about a week ago on the floor in there.

Testimony to the caring nature of our caretaker and his compassion for wildlife shows through in his not carefully cleaning the elevator’s floor for fear of harming the possibly Alien life-form, which has appeared and remained for the last week? Hehehe!

Set off using the collapsible walking stick, which is a little uncomfortable due to it being a  bit too long, by the time I reached the Obergruppenfurheresses empty shed, I stopped to collapse it and put it back in its bag. I noticed that the boarding, which has all been changed to a different colour. Has now had new signs attached to it, advertising the building company and Nottingham City Homes.

I pressed onto the end of the road and walked down Winchester Street Hill to the bus stop. Where a few moments later, I was joined by Newcastle Annie, bless her. We had a chinwag until her friend joined us and the bus arrived. We paid our £2 fares and were off on the way to town.

We were a little late arriving, due to the roadworks and temporary traffic lights.

The bus had to struggle through some very narrow gaps, but the driver did very well and manoeuvred the bus with aplomb and care.

As we turned down King Street, the driver had to jam the anchors on sharpishly.

1Mon08I was stood up at the time waiting to get off at the terminus.

Unfortunately, I banged and bent my thumb backwards as I stopped my self-going over. Tsk!

Walking down into the City Centre Slab Square, Annie caught me up. She was going to the bookies to buy her Irish Lottery Tickets. I wished her all the best of luck and proceeded on my hobble to the Standard Hill climb to the  Audio Clinic.

On my limp up Standard Hill, I spotted what to me, is a new posh Cafe opened.

This area has the highest priced property in the hole of Nottingham. How do these places make it pay? I could not find the cost of this building, but the next one up was… wait for it… £165,000 pa! £25.38 per square Foot per annum! No wonder they have to

charge so much:

6oz Rump Steak, 6oz! Blimey, it wouldn’t fill the hole in my tooth! Hehe!

With burning painful feet, I arrived at the top of the hill and entered the Audio Clinic.

Two, not seen before receptionists on duty. One smiled and beckoned me towards her as soon as she spotted me. She took my appointment card, and validation booklet gave me back the both and told me to take a seat, which I did. I got out the crossword book. There is a new system in place now. A loudish ‘Ping’ kept coming over the PA system, and eventually, I worked out that it was. When it sounded, a message came on the screen on the wall. The name of a patient appeared, with the message, such as:  “Bernard Funkgibbon is about to be called.” Excellent idea, that.

My name came up in about ten minutes, and a young lady came appeared and escorted me to a treatment room. She was a Student doing her first full examinations, with a qualified Audiologist in attendance.

The session was thorough and in depth. The student gal did not follow my humour, but the trained woman was finding it hard not to laugh. Particularly, when they had to ask me what medications I was on, and what for. I did make them laugh! Hehe!

The test results showed that my hearing had only gotten a tiny bit worse since 2009. They mended my current hearing aids for me to make do with until the new ones are ready. Then set about doing the ear moulds for me. They even gave me some batteries, four packs of five, bless em!

I thanked them both, and they walked me back to the waiting room area and said for me to wait until the receptionist calls me with an appointment for me to collect them and have them fitted-up for me.

Minutes later the friendly receptionist called me over. She handed me back the booklet and an appointment slip. I have to collect and have the new aids fitted on Monday 16th October at 1130hrs, in four-weeks time. I thought it might have been longer.

I exited and took the scenic route back into town so I could pass the Nottingham Castle gates. But the sight of this Fothergill Watson designed building caught my eye much more than the gates did.

Isn’t it just magnificent!

On the short journey down Friar Lane into the City Slab Square. There were endless Nottingham Pavement Cyclists, lurking and racing about. This Herbert was busy stopping and talking to youths, in between his mad crazy cycling so close to folks, I felt sure he would hit someone. Tsk! Naughty Boy!

Into the Square. The sky was alternating between bright and murky, now.

Mark my words, when I had to mount a rather precipitous step, Arthur Itis let me know his displeasure at the back of the knee. Nearly always a sign of wet weather on the way when he does this.

Up Queen Street and caught the L9 bus back to the flats. Luckily I remembered I was not going to the apartments yet but to the dentist! Huh, clot! So I stayed on the bus and dropped off in Sherwood.

For a Monday, Mansfield Road looked busy today.

I meandered up, across the road and into the dentist’s torture chamber. Haha!

I told the Obergefrieteress receptionist my problem with Incisor Suzzies tooth. She looked on her computer and said that ‘My’ dentist was very busy and could not see me for two or three days. I’m afraid I blurted out in reply: “Well that’s no problem, I don’t like the man anyway, I’ll see anyone who can see to me!” She produced a print-out and handed it to me, after checking I could attend tomorrow at 1230hrs. I have the INR blood test at 1100hrs. At the surgery, but should be able to get back well in time, so I agreed.

When I looked at the paper later, my dentist is apparently Dr Vitish Patel; I am to be seen by Snehali Patel. His brother, perhaps? Oh, no, Snehali is a female name I think. Maybe his Sister then? I’d just got used to the three Polish dentists language as well. Now all of them have moved home. I wonder why.

I thanked the lady and departed and caught a number 40 bus back up the hill to my snug little flat. Where I got in and made a cuppa. Took the medications, did the Health Checks, wondered why I still, did not need the use of the Porcelain Throne and set about getting the new dates and times of appointments written in the book and onto the Google diary.

I deliberated over what to try and eat for a nosh that was not soup but would be safe for the tooth. After a while, I decided to risk the beef pie and some potatoes. But with tons of gravy (Not my most successful thing,  making successful Bisto)

I know). I intend to chop up the pie and potatoes tiny, to make a sort of mash, after soaking them in gravy. What do you think, a good idea?

The sky came over all threatening and very dark.

I put the light on in the front room, but it didn’t do much good. Huh!

1445hrs: Then started to update this diary, in between wee-wees. Still no movement from the rear end whatsoever, not even any sign of my being likely to need the Porcelain Throne yet? Maybe, when I’ve eaten the mashed pie and potatoes in gravy, things might develop in that area? Haha!

1700hrs: Got caught up to here with the post.

Got the oven on and checked the crock pot potatoes.

Checked the Emails, WordPress.

It went even darker outside again, and the rain came.

Had a wee-wee.

Then I made a reminder note for myself and hung it on the TV screen.

Saw blood on my protruding belly.

The mouth had filled with blood from Incisor Tooth Suzie.

Rinsed out and gargled with TCP – by gum, that stung a bit. As I was clearing up afterwards, I noted that the Use-by date on the TCP was Oct 2015!

What an idiot I am!

1Mon21I got the meal sorted, chopped it all up on the plate and drenched it in gravy. For once, I got the gravy right. I used Bisto instant gravy, ¾ beef and ¼ caramelised.

I allowed it all to cool a little, then got it figested. Very palatable. Despite a few twinges from the tooth, it tasted right grand! The last banana was well ripe so no bother there, and the Lemon Meringue mousse was so light and fluffy to eat, there was no bother with eating that either.

I got washed and changed into fresh jammies and settled to read the Lenigrad book. Stopped a moment to ponder over the horror mankind brings on itself, and has done so ab inition, and I fell asleep.

Inchcock Today: Sunday 17th September 2017

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Sunday 17th September 2017

0420hrs: Amazingly, I had a decent deep sleep last night. No wee-wees, no Porcelain Throne attendances, no nibbling (Mind you, with a toothache I’m not surprised at this) and I felt a little jauntier when I awoke. This lasted for about 20 seconds. Until I tried to remove the headphones I’d fell asleep wearing, and caught the mouth and tooth when taking it off – Whoa, did it sting! Hehe!

Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. No movements, oh dear? But worst of all, and much worrying was that Little Inchy was bleeding. After all this time and the appointment made for next week, the operation will have to be put on hold again! I sent an Email to the clinic informing them, and one to the GP surgery asking for an appointment with the Doctor. Going to see the Dentist tomorrow, then the Audio Clinic to get the hearing tested and aids adjusted. Blood Test Tuesday. GUM Clinic Wednesday. Have Hilda Hip looked at on Thursday… things ain’t going well recently.

The mind raced when I thought of it. If I go to see the dentist first in the morning that will mean if they treat the tooth straight away, I’ll be late for the Audio Clinic? So I’ll go there first. Then I might not get seen by the dentist until later in the week? Oh dear!

Not much enthusiasm now. I think I’ve thought myself into a depression. Haha!

I got the Health Checks done, and was shocked to see the weight had gone up again. This after not eating much due to Incisor Suzie Tooth, and yet the mass increases? Sys 149, Dia 79, Pulse 90, Temp 34.8, W 14.93 – Shame.

When I went to get the medications out of the drawer, last nights doses were still in the pot – Another Whoopsiedangleplop! I did not have time to get annoyed or sorry for myself, as I had to return to the Throne post haste! Another messy session.

When I returned after the cleaning-up, I had an idea for a humorous graphicalisation, and got straight on with creating it on CorelDraw, took me a couple of hours, but the humour came out of it I think. I made an edited version and will post it to author Les Johnson on Facebook later. His Erskine Quint books are fantastic.

I used this as a top funny on this dairy as well.

Notwithstanding and regardless of my suffering with a toothache, Little Inchy bleeding and very sore and Dizzy Dennis paying me a visit, I thought the view outside was fantastic this morning. So I attempted to take a panoramic photograph.

Not as exciting as last night’s I know, but I liked it.

Started this diary going then caught up with yesterday’s and got it sent off.

Started my next TFZer graphicalisation. Finally got it finished:

Feeling tired now, and Incisor Suzie is giving me a lot of hassle.

I think I’ve been taking too many 60g Codeine Phosphates to counter the toothy-peg pain, folks. Mind you, it seems to have had the reversing effect on Trotsky Terence – I can’t go, well I can go to the Porcelain Throne, but without any success or movement. Worra life! Hehehe!

Oh, while I think of it, I’ll do a sign to remind me that in the morning, I have to go to the NHS Hearing Centre Clinic for 0930hrs. Which means the Dentist afterwards, and I need to make sure I have £2 bus fare to get there, cause it is too early to use my bus pass. Oh yes, I must put the old hearing aids in a box to take with me too.

And, as well as and besides, I must put the Audio Record Book in the coat pocket now, so that isn’t forgotten. They will not see me without it. Back in a bit.

All done now. I’ve just done another mega-sneeze, and the tooth is really loose and painful now. Tsk! Still, if it comes out, it’ll save them money-grabbing, uncaring, nasty, snotty, uppity, supercilious, smart-alecky, topliftical, unshaven-stubble chinned, garlic breath impatient Dentist from charging me? (Sorry, I got a bit carried away there).

Thoughts turned to what fodder I could manage that would cause the least danger to Incisor Teggy Suzie. I tried some biscuits dipped in warm tea without any hassle of a serious nature. Then had a nibble, well, suck really, of some soft sweets I found at the back of the bread bin, but gave up, cause I kept irritating the tooth. Managed to suck on a softish banana.

Had a check on the web of the number 40 bus times in the morning. One due at 0822hrs on Winchester Street. Rechecked I had the £2 in coins in the trouser pocket ready.

Still, no calls to the Porcelain Throne whatever today, yet?

Did the Health Checks and then went and crunched on the molar with one of the tablets in the medications. (You probably heard my exclamation howl, yourself. Hehe!)

Ablutions tended to. Little Inchy seems to have stopped bleeding, although a nasty looking leakage of puss of some sort had started again. I must check the GUM opening times for unarranged visits, and see if I can get down to see them. (How I’m going to find the time with all the other medical demands this week, I’m not sure. Humph!)

Got the waste bags sorted, sprayed inside with disinfectant and tied up. I’ll have to remember to take them to the chute in the morning as I depart for the Audio Clinic visit. Can’t take them now, it is too late. It must be after 0800hrs in the morning, the bus arrives at 0822hrs, which doesn’t give me much time to get to the bus stop if I wait until then to drop the bags down the tunnel and catch the 40 bus. Best to leave them until I get back. If I remember, I’ll have whatever takes place at the Hearing Centre, and then the dentist to remember… I must get some more Daktacort cream too, so must make a note for myself to request a prescription on Tuesday when I got for the INR blood test. … the mind is frantically wandering here again.

It’s all go, innit? Haha! I wish someone would adopt me.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 16th September 2017: Not the best of days. Tsk!

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Saturday 16th September 2017

0430hrs: Stirred rather grudgingly into life. Reluctantly, because I knew the incisor would give me pain, trouble and grief as soon as the tongue touched it. It did not let me down! Huh! Argh! However, I was well pleased with the much-needed essential sleep I did get in, despite a few wakenings overnight, when I must have caught the tooth with my tongue, and the resulting twinge of pain woke me up. I decided there, and then, soup might be the best option for my fodder today and tomorrow, or until I can get to see the dentist?

As I dismounted the £300 second-hand (But not shuddering this morning?) recliner, I sneezed, and the whole head was affected with the resulting pain from the tooth area. Tsk!

All of my regular attendee pains twinges and ailments seemed to be with me. Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Hilda Hips, Roger Reflux, Anne Gyna, Trotsky Terence, even Hernia Harold was giving me some gip this morning. The winners today as of now were Incisor Suzie (The painful tooth – Christened last night, Hehe!) and Hilda Hip. Between them, I think they actually helped the situation. One can only concentrate on so many pains at one time. Haha!

As I hobbled to the Porcelain Throne, Dizzy Dennis joined in the attack. And as for Trotsky Terence, I think he’d done a runner. In fact, there was no evacuation at all, apart from a lot of extreme wind. It all confuses me?

Tooth

Incisor Suzie: Not a pleasant sight!

I came out of the wet room and into the kitchen to sort the Health Checks.

But had to get back to the Throne as quickly as I could when things started to move.

At least, I thought they did.

Again, a ‘Nothing happening’ session on the seat. Other than the escaping gases.

Back to the kitchen and started the Health Checks. Put the kettle on to make a mug of tea.

Sys 162, Dia 71, Pulse 84, Temp 35.8, Weight 14.91. A few more sneezes? No other signs of any cold, though?

6Sat04I made the brew and intentionally left it to cool while I got the medications ready.

Did the graphics prep work for this post, then update yesterday’s and got it posted. Making aright Whoopsiedangleplop of it by putting the wrong dates on it. Humph!

Had to re-edit it twice. What a clot!

Took these photographs of outside. Th first one of my beloved Tree Copse to the right. The second one, I got the camera strap around my wrist and hung out of the open window to take it and catch the balcony for a keepsake, cause they will soon be gone in the upgrading work. That’s the plan, but of course, there is nothing happening building-wise at the moment, and a lingering doubt lingers. Hehe!) Came back in and banged my head on the window frame.

6Sat06

While in the kitchen, I decided to get the fodder ready for later. Incisor Suzie’s delicate situation, forcing me to have something I can eat that has the least chance of catching the painful Incisor Suzie. So, I got some mushrooms in Soy Sauce in the Croc-Pot, to be sliced into tiny pieces when cooked, and a tin of Mulligatawny Soup in the saucepan and added some sliced mini tomatoes, and tomato passata mixed into it. Then, hopefully, when I eat it, I can soak the bread making it as soft as possible to dip in it, thus not bothering or even touching the tooth as much as I can.

6Sat05

Checked the Emails, and made the replies and likes, on WordPress.

Started this diary properly.

Made another mug of tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I thought I’d have a go at removing the plastic top off of the Soy Sauce bottle with the other waiting to go to the recycling bin bottles and jars.

6Sat07

Using a knife to get it off, cause it would not screw off… and well, as you see, another Accifauxpa! Tsk!

Ailments

1000hrs: Began the creation of a graphic on CorelDraw, for another humorous post, one about the current ailments.

I finally got it completed at 1225hrs!

Did much Facebooking, then Dizzy Dennis called on me again. So I’ve cancelled the walk in the park for today. Huh!

Got the nosh, well, soup ready. Not very successful noshing, though.

The mushrooms had to be thrown away, too tough and I kept catching Incisor Suzie. I didn’t like that at all. Hehe!

The bread, even soaked in the soup was also too much to handle. The banana was ripe enough to almost suck, so that went down, as did the Lemon Curd Mousse.

At least the weight should have gone down by the morning’s Health Checks. And I did not have any nocturnal nibbles, naturally.

I drank a lot of orange juice, repeatedly hobbling into the kitchen to top up the large mug I’d emptied?

This picture I took while doing the  topping-up.

Got a DVD on to watch, and managed evera episodes of ‘Hustle’ before another Porelain Throne session was needed.

Resettled again, I proceeded to let loose an amighty sneeze, hurt the tooth, ricked the neck, startd the boil on the bum off, swore and passd wind.

This said everything, really. Haha!

Inchcock Today – Friday 15th September 2017: Hippy Hilda, The Trotsies, Arthur Itis, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and Tooth Damaged – not feeling to good at all. Tsk!

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Friday 15th September 2017

Still up at 0000hrs. To the Porcelain Throne post haste and in sudden need – Had Trotsky Terence returned I thought en route to the wet room? But no, not at all, I do not intend to sound rude, but the evacuations were like meatballs? Plop. Plop…. plop plop plop… pop… Hehehe!

Did the Health Checks: Sys 161, Dia 71, Pulse 81, Temp 33.6 & Weight 14.91.

Turned on the computer, so glad the internet had returned and the health alarms were now working.

Finished off updating yesterdays post and sent it off to WordPress. Checked Emails and one had come from Morrisons re the short delivery yesterday morning. Pleased to report that they are processing my refund. This may take up to ten days?

No messages from Virgin about the service loss. Not that I expected one, knowing their customer service record. I think only British Gas are worse than they are at this!

I spent time trying to get a decent shot from the kitchen window. Opened it to avoid any reflections (Not too cold, windy or raining at this time) and took four photos in different settings. But none of them was any good. This is the best of them, done in Auto, but still not good really. Tsk!

0120hrs: Made another brew of tea, had a wee-wee and back on the computer. Started this one off, did the graphics then went on to work on the Funny Ode about Virgin Media poem.

Stopped twice for a visit to the Porcelain Throne. I might have been wrong about Trotsky Terence not coming back to pester me.

0344hrs: Got the Funny Ode about Virgin Media poem finished and posted to Facebook and WordPress.

Made a mug of tea, and the vegetables in the Crock-Pot ready to start later. Tried a new mix today. Fresh podded peas, turnips, mushrooms and potatoes. Hello, back to the Throne again…

I’m back. Oh, dearie me. No doubt about it now Trotsky Terence has returned.

Had to clean up afterwards, a messy session. And I’m down to my last three toilet rolls now, must get some more today.

Made sure the crossword book and a pen were handily positioned nearby.

0405hrs: Took a Loperamide Imodium capsule, I found a full packet of six in the draw in the corner of the wet room and an extra painkiller with the morning medications. The stomach has now started rumbling and churning as well.

Yesterday’s Delightful Dinner

I queried that perhaps this new bout of the runs might be due to the meal last night?

I had planned to do a meal the same next week but think it best if I procrastinate over this decision.

The dinner tasted so good as well, but, better safe than sorry I guess. I must be sedulous about this, and not weaken!

Got the Emails checked again, Facebooking and WordPress reading.

CorelDraw 2017 next, had another go at the TFZer graphics. But got sidetracked when I went to make another brew – the sky was amazing, yet minutes later it kept going dark then lighter again?

Did the ablutions instead. No more calls to the Porcelain yet, mind you, four is enough surely? Ha!

Got things ready and set off down to the bus stop. Welsh Bill got on at a lower floor, and we started to chinwag. As we were going out of the foyer door, I realised why I had been straining to hear what he was saying. So I went back up to the flat to fetch the hearing aids. Whoopsiedangleplop!

By the time got down again and on Chestnut Walk on my way to the bus stop, Annie and Doreen were ahead making their way to it.

Another lorry load of hardcore was arriving. But the driver was having difficulties in locating any workmen on site. I wasn’t surprised no one had seen any all morning. It was going a bit dark again now.

Got to the bus stop, where Roy was already, and we were soon joined by a little-aged gang of pensioners. A few moans and laughs were exchanged, and I began to feel a little light-headed for some reason. The bus arrived, and we clambered on, still nattering away between ourselves.

I dropped off at the bottom, on Winchester Street and made my way left and down to the Polish shop. I make the decision not to call there again, ever. Why? I’ll tell you then. (Hehe) I felt the sliced loaf, and it was not as soft as usual, and I asked her if it was fresh; “Oh yes, today!” So I got a small 400gm one. Then a strip of pork ribs and 3 slices of cooked belly pork slices with the herbs and garlic in it. She charged me £5? Mmm! She won’t do that again!

As I was leaving the store, the baker delivery man arrived to deliver today’s bread! Humph, conned again!

Out, and had a walk up the hill, nice and steady, because Hilda Hips and Arthur Itis were both giving me some grief. So much so, that I got the collapsible walking stick out of the bag and utilised it. Not feeling very good at all now, and the first signs of my needing to make use of the Porcelain Throne again were beginning to show. Heck!

I saw that the new eatery was open and trading. That is now three in a row on Mansfield Road, and another eight scattered nearby, with four having closed down this last September?

Popped into Co-op shop and got some toilet paper and some cans of cherry tomatoes that were less than half price, due to the Co-op selling them off and stopping stocking them. Then on to the Wilko store and bought a tub of fragrance booster for the laundry duties.

Up to the top of the hill and waited for the bus. Roy arrived at the stop and mentioned how I didn’t look very well. I smiled and thanked him. We laughed, and I told him of the Trotskys and Hilda Hip giving me tribulations and my not having got much sleep. Two other tenants were already on the bus, and a few words of laughter were shared during the three bus stop trip back to the flats. Where Roy, bless him muchly, took the bag off of me and carried it on top of his four-wheeled shopping cart. He was patient with me moving so slowly and even brought the bag into the flat for me. This restored my recently lowered faith in people a little bit. Grand chap, much appreciated. Thanked him and off he went.

Onto the Porcelain Throne, messy again, very messy. Huh!

Put the things away, and checked the vegetables in the Crock-Pot. All looked fine to me. Got the nosh all prepared to finish cooking later on. Tired as I felt, when I took this photograph of the prepped fooder, I felt I just had to make this graphic with it, cause I really thought it would be a funny one. I hope it is. Says many words? Haha! Left the pork marinating.

The Plates-of-Meat joined Anne Gyna, and Hippy Hilda is troubling me. However, my dubiety about my condition soon eased after I’d took the midday medications (And got the evening ones ready so as not to forget them) with another Loperamide capsule and two Codeine Phosphates extra with them. These helped I think to ease the discomfort.

Went back into the wet room and finished the cleanup campaign.

1415hrs: Onto CorelDraw again to try and get the prep work done for my next TFZer graphic idea.

1649hrs: Got a for fun one completed.

Hope they like it, I’ll post it off to Facebook now.

Decided to cut up the pork ribs into smaller pieces so they will cook quicker, smart eh?

Luckily I have plenty of Elastoplasts to use. Another Accifauxpa!

Took the evening medications and did the Health Checks.

The effort with the meal seemed all worth while when I got it presented on the tray.

I nestled down in the recliner and started to dine… Accifauxpa come Whoopsiedanglplop time again! A crunching sound accompanied with extreme pain emanated from the lower front tooth! I think it broke at the bottom but still attached, held in place, partly by its close proximity to the teeth either side and the nerve of course. Agony! The meal had to be abandoned, just too painful to chew or bite. The incisor hurts when I swallow?

No chance of taking any extra painkillers to cope with it, because I’d already taken two additional doses to counter the pains from a conglomeration of Hippy Hilda, the Plates and Arthur Itis! Very depressed with myself now. The slightest touch of the tongue on the teggie and the pain twinges in the excess. Humph!

I didn’t feel I could even do the washing up, Trotsky Terence and Duodenal Donald along with Arthur, Hilda and the tooth, I was not in a good state.

Despite all these things, when I did settle for trying to sleep, I drifted off very rapidly. But kept waking for an hour or so frequently when the I assume, the tongue caught the tooth and woke me up?

Perhaps I was talking in my sleep? Hehe!

Virgin Media Goes Down Again. An ode from the Nottingham Pensioner

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The Virgin Internet has gone down again.

So, feeling a tad sad and depressed,

The Nottingham Pensioner wrote in rhyme about life. Oh yes!

Why has his Virgin Internet gone down he did bemoan?

His frustration and infuriation had now grown,

Inchcock thought he’d do a poetic verbal moan,

Why when born his mother wanted to him disown?

Why so ugly, and doesn’t he know the meaning of homophone?

Why at five into the canal he was intimidatingly thrown?

Why is he Whoopsiedangleplop and accident-prone?

Why Mummy ran away leaving him and Dad alone?

Why his brother went into the army, his sister went off to Rome?

Why his Dad always refused to buy him a gramophone?

Why is romance to him, almost unbeknown?

Why since 1970, has his hair never grown?

Why in later years he never tried methadone?

Why he didn’t know, what was a pheromone?

Why does his deafness make other folks tut and groan?

Why he likes the sound of the clarinet and saxophone?

Despite his musical ignorance he seemed to like the tone,

Why he never got fed food that was home grown?

Why he didn’t realise he’d no garden just grey stones?

Why his falling in love Cupid had to postpone?

Why he did he not understand what is the ozone?

Why didn’t he like tripe, cow-heel and any currant scone?

Why was it him that always grazed his shin bone?

Why does he look like a weasel and not Stallone?

Why others used him as a stepping stone?

Why is he short on testosterone?

Why for misery, he’d make a perfect cicerone?

Why he had no spare cash, pounds, dollars or krone?

Why for morbidity and depression he’d become best-known?

Why, how has he become the perfect boring drone?

Why he had become pathetic and he hadn’t known?

Why he’s no longer the girl-pulling cyclone?

Why is he in pain from knees, fingers, shoulders & hip bone?

Why could he not have realised and foreknown?

Why can he not resist a chunter and miserable groan?

Why doesn’t he swear like others instead he says, ‘I’ll be blown’?

Why self-survival skills the idiot couldn’t hone?

Why when deaf does he have an old basic mobile phone?

Why does he live a solitary zombie-like life alone?

Why has his maturity just never grown?

Why in an aeroplane has he never flown?

Why is he a wimp without any backbone?

Why does he think he’ll one day be well known?

Why, unlike Galileo, he will remain forever unknown,

Why he isn’t destined to fame or to sit on a throne,

Why has he never tried and tasted zabaglione?

Why his emissions of wind are so very well known?

Why for his past failures he cannot atone?

Why confidence and ability, he does not own?

Why he fears reincarnation or someone making him a clone?

Why he lacks social skills and has no backbone?

Why he seeks a social outlet microphone?

Why he wants someone to adopt him or take him on loan?

Why do they keep attaching him to an Osteophone?

Why cyclist on pavements he just cannot condone?

But, why he’s cheered up now is not known… Yes, it is!

Virgin Internet’s back working & he’s on his WordPress Zone!!!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 14th September 2017: Laundry room – photographicalisationing, Terrible Tenants Social Hour and The Virgin Internet and Phones Went Down!

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Thursday 14th September 2017

0140hrs: I laid a while doing my best to recall a dereistic dream I was sure that had just finished seconds earlier, it had an old 1961 Co-op shop mixed with the last store I managed years later, car park altercation and that’s all I could recall? Most vexatious.

As I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner, feeling quite good actually, apart from the feet and Hilda Hips, things felt okay. Off to the Porcelain Throne, and oh dear, where did Haemorrhoid Harold’s blood come from. Rich dark in colour and covered the toilet paper uniformly. Not like the usual scenario with Harold at all. Then, I remembered the call from the surgery yesterday. Being, about the INR blood level is too high. Which, meant the blood was far too thin. Perhaps this might be part of the cause?

Out of the wet room and noticed some mail had been delivered. I collected the letters up and perused them.

1: One from Nottingham City Homes: Inviting me to a Fun Day at Bulwell Academy for Saturday 16th September. Of course, on Saturdays here at the flats, only three buses running for us to get to town, then catch another bus or tram out to Bulwell for the Fun Day. And, by the time we arrive there, it would be too late to get back to town and catch another bus that leaves us with a long walk to get home (The L9 bus will be finished by then). On offer for us, was trying our hand at DIY skills, archery, live music, dance, a bouncy castle, balloon modelling, face painting and more! What? Hehe!

2: One from British Gas: Informing me of their increase in energy prices.

This should (They say) be approximately a £30 a month increase.

Huh!

They also told me I could move to another supplier?

3: One from the Haematology DVT Anticoagulant Service: Now this was very interesting this one was.

The lady told me that the INR level was 5.8 when she phoned me yesterday?

A bit worrying this, getting the wrong info?

Shame.

4: One from the Chief Constable of Nottingham: Re Pegasus.

I have been taken off the At-Risk Pegasus listing.

For failing to inform them of the personal changes. But I can reapply at a later date.

I did the Emails and some WordPress reading and thought I’d get the laundry room duties attended to now, while there was plenty of time before the Morrison delivery arrives. There was only three days worth of clobber to clean, but I decided best to get it done while I’m feeling okay and save a bigger load next time.

0330hrs: Down and got the washing going. Coming back up in the flickering light lift, I noticed that the alien-like blob that appeared dropped on the floor five or six days ago was still there.

Did it seem to have started a Mind Meld with the metal floor? Hehehe! It’s lost all of its colour now, too.

Updating work on the diaries, then back down to move the laundry from washer to the dryer. Cleaned the machine. The plastic powder and softener intake drawers were in a terrible gunky mess.

I popped outside to try and get a ‘Moody Photo’ of the flats.

Back up the elevator and carried on doing the updating of the diaries.

Made a mug of tea, had a wee-wee and made room in the airing cupboard for the cleaned clothes when I do get them retrieved later.

I took a photo out of the kitchen window, and realised something was missing in it?

Can you spot what it is? Yes, the workmen’s Portakabin thingamajig on the left of today’s picture. I wondered why.

0500hrs: Down with the cleaning stuff, to the laundry room.

On the way through, I spotted that someone had left two books and a DVD for anyone to take and use if they fancied such a thing. I bet they will be gone by the time I come back down to go to the Social Hour.

 

To the machines and removed and folded the things, and got them into the bag.

Cleaned the drum and the filters.

Then the sink and draining board and swept the floor.

I felt somewhat happy that the ailments were allowing me to do this, without any hassle. Well, apart from, as I said earlier, Hippy Hilda and the plates-of-meat.

As I left the room into the lobby, I saw something I had not recognised there before.

On the coffee table like thing. It looked like a whip used in certain establishments to me.

Haha!

Got the clothes put away and pressed on with this diary updating, while for the Morrison delivery I was waiting. The Morrison man called on the landline when he arrived, seems he was trying to ring the internal thingamajig, but as I had failed to put my hearing aids in, I could not hear him. The kerfuffle caused him to miss a bag of food when he dropped the others off. The frozen food bag, chips, lollies and Lemon Curd ice-cream missing. I sent Morrison’s an email informing them. And advising them that the error might have been caused due to my not having the hearing aid in. The auto Email message afterwards told me they would be in touch shortly. How, I don’t know, Email or phone?

I shelled some garden peas and got them in the Crock-Pot.

Got the ablutions tended to. Checked the nibbles, raffle prizes were in the bag.

Set off on a walk to the Windwood Tenants Social Hour at the hut. Very few folk attended today. When I arrived, only fifteen including myself were there. A most muted session, with an air of misapprehension lingering. Handed in the raffle prizes, gave out the nibbles. So desperate for company, I got the crossword book out. Tsk! But at least Bill (William on Sundays) gave me a hand with some. I could not bear the lack of communications and discouraging silence, and left early, to get back and do WordPress and the idea I had for a funny poem.

Said my farewells and walked back to the block.

Got indoors, had a wee-wee, put the kettle on the boil and got the computer going. But, to no avail… The Virgin Internet and phone were down again! Most irritating and irksome indeed!

I got writing the notes and ideas for the poem, on Word so I could copy them later. The telephone still had no dialling tone, so I knew the internet would not be back on.

Then I thought I’d nip out and ask anyone I could find if they were on Virgin and were having the same problems as I was. Got as far as the lobby. Three tenants there, one said her neighbour had the problem yesterday.

I walked to the Tenant’s Hut and Wardens Deana and Julie were in their little office, busy! Deana, (Julie indicated to me in sign language) was on the phone to Virgin at the time. Then I overheard what she was saying. Around twenty tenants and Virgin users (That sounds naughty, Haha!) had complained to her about their having no telephone line or internet. Thus we had no Alarm Contact box, button or Wrist Alarm either, this system is linked to the phone lines. I hope nobody needs help until it is back on again!

Deana was obviously struggling to get through to someone to talk too, other the auto options. I waited ten minutes or so as she eventually got a human being to converse with. When she got off of the phone, I gave her and Julie a nibble bar.

Deana and I walked back to the flats, as she was going to see if a lady on the eleventh floor had got her line back on yet.

Some impressive Nottingham Street Art in the car park come verge?

I got in number 72 and my phone thus internet was still not working.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

So I got the meal readied and cooking.

Tried the phone line, still nothing.

The clouds through the window, looked a bit like I felt. Flat and dark in patches, but with signs of blue!

Hehe!

Got the ready made meal out of the oven, maybe a twinge overcooked?

Added tomatoes and the fresh garden peas, with a drop of balsamic vinegar, poured over the tiny tomatoes.

A slice of flatbread and Lemon Curd yoghourt to follow, and it all went down very well indeed. Had to rate this one at a 9.5/10 score. The Rosti on top of the lamb underneath it was so crispy and tasty!

Had a read of the book. (There is no internet! Humph!)

Health Checks and medications were taken.

Tried to watch some TV, but struggled to stay awake, I soon gave up trying, turned off TV and got the head down.

I almost sprang awake, with bits of a dream floating about in my head, I wrote down some that I could recall. Got up and got the computer on (The Internet now working) and recorded and updated this diary.

It appears I was in what seemed to be, house made up of parts of all those and the flats and caravans I have resided at over the years. For most of the dream, Lynton Cox and Duncan Robertson and three other blokes were with me, but I cannot recall or even know if I recognised them during the dream.

I kept going out to meet a girl on the bridge, we were groping and snogging, every time this happened one or more of the men would appear and drag me back to the house, and lock me in a different room each time? This happened repeatedly. I think on one of my escapes, I ended up in Amsterdam, then on a coach and me and the same girl travelled to the Weiss Beer Festival, in a massive beer tent we started snogging and this time all of the men arrived to drag me back to the house? That, in conjunction with the notes made, is all I can recall for definite.

This when I realised it was only 2230hrs! I had only been asleep for twenty-minutes before I shot awake! Humph!