Just for a bit of fun, like.
I fink there are eight or nine of them?
Lost count when doing it. Tsk!
Inchcock – Saturday 22nd April 2017
Saturday 22nd April 2017
Norwegian: Lørdag 22. April 2017
An awful night. Sweats and colds, shakes, forever waking up, Duodenal Donald ever present, guilt, anxiety, the mind giving no rest in waking periods and when I woke up, no memories of any dreams. Verily, I thought; bonkersness approacheth.
0320hrs: I got up and like an automaton, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna both seeming as if they had lodged permanently with me recently, made a brew and opened the windows, and did the Health Checks.
The weight was down, not that I could get much out of this with the guilt of cocking up the so called funny with the M & C girls, the last people on earth I would have wanted to upset. I love them so and shower what gifts and nibbles I can on them on instinct to show my respect…The thought of upsetting them and losing their services, and then this happens. I think I deserve the pain I’m going through for not thinking things out first.
No washing shaving or ablutions were done. Made a mug of tea and got the computer on to do the diaries.
Filled next weeks medication pots and off to the porcelain throne. I had no bother at all with Little Inchy or Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding or hurting, just as well with the incessant discomfort that Duodenal Donald was still giving me. If it stays at this degree for much longer, I can see problems. The painkillers and medicine are not cutting it, and as I write, Anne Gyna has started to put in her halfpennyworth too.
Now I have mental and physical pains to contend with – but n more than I deserve I suppose.
Went on Facebook to try and concentrate on something. Then graphicalisationing.
Not recommended.
Got the bin bags sorted.
Carried out the ablutions.
Set out and walked up through the park into
Walked up passing the old Nottingham Playhouse. Now called ‘Spanky Van Dyke’s’, a nightclub some sort I imagine.
I wandered around the near empty streets in that area, not for any particular reason, I was stewing in my self-contempt bit still.
Didn’t call in this establishment, cause it was not open.
Hehe!
As I came back down Wollaton Street, I noticed a cunning plan by the builders, of how to get 
I’ve made the photograph bigger, so I hope you can see this.
Dirty great lift taking the rubbish skip up to have the waste deposited in it. I thought how smart.
Although, perhaps they do this all the time and I’ve not noticed?
Wandered down to the Derby Road area, still unfocused and aimlessly.
As I passed the doors into it, I think it was, er, what’s the word… Automatically staffed? No reception that I could see, but perhaps they had one up the stairs.
Certainly nothing like the advertisements for them on the TV.
Turned left onto Upper Parliament Street and meandered down to Queen Street to check on the bus times. Next one in 1 hour 40 minutes. Got the urge to go to Victoria Market and see if they had some Fresh Pod Peas in, then go to Tesco to get some Sourdough bread.
So I did. Also got some reduced mini-Easter eggs for nibbles, some New Zealand Cox’s apples, a TV magazine and some Tomatoes (Dutch) in the hope that they taste okay. At least I am thinking about eating again – ailments permitting, like.
Then rambled through the passageways and streets down to the Market Square, hoping to see the parade by the Royal Society of St George from the Forest Recreation Ground to
The Old Market Square. Found that the parade, was departing from the Forest at noon, will be headed by knights on horseback. So I missed it, too early and too long to wait for it to start. Humph!
I did have a hobble (The feet were actually singing now) around the Slab Square and noticed that two mallards had landed in the pool.
They were a little on the small side, so presumably, they did not come from the Nottingham Arboretum; I think they may have come from the Canal. (All useless information supplied by Inchock. Any time like, Hehe)
Took this photographicalisation of the Lord Mayor in his Regalia with some bigwigs with him as he took a walk along the route that will be taken later on when the St George Parade arrives.
This one is from last year’s parade:
Map of my hobbling around on foot in Nottingham – mostly purposelessly;
Nothing like a long walk, but having been outside for days, Arthur Itis felt it, and Anne Gyna let me know. Hehe!
Caught the bus back to Mapperley Top and walked down to the flats, only took about twelve minutes and it was downhill.
Got in and had a wee-wee.
Began getting the nibbles ready for the cleaner gals – realised and I felt even worse than I did earlier.
Updated this diary with little enthusiasm now.
I did some more CorelDraw 2017 arranging and amending for an hour or so.
Had the meal, the pork and pickle mini pork pie, the strong, firm cheddar cheese and the New Zealand Cox’s apples being very tasty.
Settled, but the guilty anxious and depressed mind would not let me sleep for hours and hours. Forcing me to muse about my errors and mistakes, and it was hell!
TTFN.
Inchcock – Friday 21st April 2017
Friday 21st April 2017
Javanese: Ana 21 April 2017
0420hrs: No idea at all what the dreams were about, just knew I’d had them.
Awakened to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and felt the warm wet sensation from the lower regions, saw the blood and made my way to the porcelain thrown. Titivated things up, clothes into a bucket soaking, and plonked me mass back on the throne for a while in a deep nonconforming medley of horrible thoughts and self-recrimination. No answers, no conclusions, I cleaned the room up and went to the kitchen to make a mug of tea and take the medications. I was going to do the Health Checks, but my moroseness made me forget to do them.
Opened the window and made a brew, took the medications and lost myself again in pointless, futile thoughts of improving things in my tumultuous mind.
Put away the flat clothes airer from yesterday, and out the towel on the bendy one in the hallway.
Got the computer on to finish yesterday’s post, very hard to find the words. Started this one off, and remembered to do the Health Checks. So I did.
Made another mug of tea and did some WordPress reading for an hour or two, then posted yesterday’s diary off.
No interest in going out at all seems like I’m content to hibernate… Got to shake this off before Monday when I go for the INR blood test. Good job I’ve opened the windows and used the air spray. Hehe!
Did a graphic for the TFZer gals, with Thomas flying across the room. Hope they like it.
Duodenal Donald has started giving me a lot of pain. Took a painkiller and a swig of antacid – but they are not working yet. Made another mug of tea and started a complicated graphic that will take ages from scratch, in the hopes of entertaining and be making people smile and perhaps just as importantly, try to replace the feeling of recrimination that is so heavy, for a while at least.
Facebook froze on me, had to restart.
Several hours later I’d got them done.
Still feeling so down with myself, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna playing up and hard to concentrate properly.
Had a look at YouTube for a while, in between drinking tea.
1322hrs: Got a call from someone, couldn’t understand all that they said but wanted me to test the wrist alarm, cause they had a fault come through to their end. I did. All okay.
Feeling so down now, can’t concentrate on anything, Stomach churning, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald getting hard to bear. I sent off an email to the surgery to ask for an appointment.
Got a reply withing ten minutes. The first one available is on Thursday 27th April at 0850hrs. Put in on the calendar. Long time to wait, but still, With a Dr De Selver, as Dr Vindla is still off. (Seven weeks now, hope she is alright.)
Threw myself into cleaning up… well a bit anyway, cause the pain was too much, so I settled in the chair and prayed for sleep, but of course, the rambling worried, guilty mind would not let me.
Tried to concentrate on graphicationalisationing again. Gave up.
Took the evening medications and a bit of Facebooking and communicationalisationing with Lynton Cox, bless is cotton socks.
I did add a few chestnuts after taking the picture, though.
Just feeling so depressed and in such pain, I was not hungry much.
Did the last of the today’s BP, pulse, temp Health Checks.
The temp and pulse were a little bit up?
Don’t think anything here to worry about, I’m doing enough of that over the joke cock-up.
TTFN
Inchcock – Thursday 20th April 2017
Thursday 20th April 2017
Macedonian: 20 четвртокот Април 2017 година
Woke at 0410hrs: Bits of a dream lingered for a while but departed my brain within seconds. These were replaced with the determination to get the washing done as soon as possible.
0420hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner. No washing, medicationalisationing or kettle put on – I gathered the laundry bag, made sure the accoutrements were added to it and hobbled down to the laundry room. Still feeling bad in and about myself for the joke going wrong with the lovely hygiene gals being upset. Got the washer going and returned back up and got the computer going and started the diaries.
Some notices had been moved on the board.
One about Repair Priorities. And the now classified list, with the new times, shown.
I thought about the difficulty I had hearing the person on the other end of the line last time I did this and was prompted to remember that I have got to search for the hearing aid tubes and if I can find them, replace the broken one on the right-hand aid.
Up and did the Health Checks then started this blog off.
Down to collect the dried laundry – but oh dear… it was not drie
Did some WordPressing then I returned back down to the laundry room, to find the clothing no drier than it was before?
Tsk!
Got it folded and cleaned the filter out.
Back up to the apartment and got both of the airers utilises as well as the airing cupboard. In an effort to get the things dry enough to wear later.
Made a brew and took the medications.
To the porcelain throne and only Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding, The Senna’s had done their job.
Back on the computer and updated this diary.
Got the Canadian Buckwood Maple Syrup in, I plan to use it in plain yoghourt, but I will ask some of the Canadian TFZers on Facebook if they have any suggestions for its use too.
Also, thought it wise to get some more of those horrendous safety knickers in stock.
Being as Little Inchy’s lesion has started bleeding again, better safe than sorry eh?
Tsk!
I’ll use one today after the ablutions and see if they will fit, or if I will fit into them.
Hehehe!
Embarrassing I know, but they can save an awful lot of cleaning up in the long run.
Got onto CorelDraw sorting again. Spent hours on it once more. The CorelPaint crashed on me at one time, but I think it might have been due to my getting the shakes just as I was selecting an option, and hit it twice?
Opened it up again and all worked.
Had to remember to keep moving the damp clothes around on the airers.
Eventually gave up on CorelDraw defaulting and finished off the diary and updated this one to here.
Did this graphic to use as a header.
Link: The Nape of Existence
Posted it off.
Then I got around to catching up on Facebook. Hours and hours it took, but all in the name of depriving me of suffering from depression… Blimey, Did I say that?
Nipped in to have a wee-wee before setting off to the Tenants Meeting Social Hour, and, 
I got myself back to the abode and checked Little Inchy and he was at it again. Tsk!
Another
I was not having a good day at all. I was already depressed with my humour cock-up, the laundry room farce and having things drying all over the place, virtually missed the Social Hour and the Virus scar bleeding again. Not good! I could not muster any enthusiasm or interest at all. Then I remembered I’ve got to do the Facebooking. But even that didn’t do much to cheer me up.
I moved the clothes around on the airers, getting some of the thicker ones out of the airing cupboard and putting the removed ones into it – but automatically as if I had resigned myself to everything going wrong, and had no idea how to stop them. Odd?
Made a mug of tea and got on Facebook.
Did some more CorelDraw 2017 updating.
Feeling morose, annoyed with me and thinking silly thoughts, although at the time they were perfectly logical thoughts.
A friend contacted me and suggested I tell the doctor everything. But this will not take away the stupid decisions and practical jokes gone wrong or self-loathing, will it? I appreciated so much his contacting me, but the shadow of hopelessness loomed. Never felt like this before.
I sat a while thinking about things, the negative thoughts mounted and soon the brain was in freefall – I had to stop myself getting into a rut of… well, I don’t know.
I’m going to the surgery on Monday for the INR blood test, and promised Lynton I’d book myself in, to see the Doctor Vindla. Musn’t let him or myself down after he’s taken the time, bother and shown such compassion for me. (Hope that’s the right word?).
Not been out, apart from on the site for days now.
Threw away the hunters sausages after one bite, far too fatty.Didn’t eat the cheese.
Didn’t eat the cheese.
Thought I might start nibbling again later, but only had a bag of Marmite crisps, so depressed with things.
Foolish thoughts came and went, suddenly the balcony was tempting.
I might get this diary done, then stop doing them until something is sorted, I do not want to broadcast doom and gloom, I want to make people smile and laugh. Finding this hard myself limits the scope.
Got a shower shave and did the teeth, in sort of automatic mode?
More terrible thoughts permeated the brain as I settled down.
Hopefully, the inner torment will somehow ease.
TTFN
The Nape Of Existence – Inchcock’s realisation of his life’s failure… Sad innit?
I desired to reach the nape of existence,
With a misunderstood persistence,
Then realised the task would be immense,
For of education I’d had no experience,
Knowledge of the Nape of Existence was absent,
So I’ll search blindly, hopelessly like the past and present,
Foolishly stumbling, failing, and that’s reminiscent,
Making Cock-ups, mistakes, none of them maleficent,
My brain and logicality as usual, quiescent,
The memory teasing with odd flashes, relucent,
Then overconfidence dawns, I feel omnificent,
Life is good then, the world appears magnificent,
My desire returns, to be kind and beneficent,
A Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpa attacks: Back to reticence,
Self-loathing hatred begins, confidence goes decrescent,
It dawns that life is dark and bleak, not iridescent,
So I write a confusing ode and realise I’m obsolescent!
I fank you.
Penned in Support of the Outer Peruvian Pregnant Kangaroo Society
Inchcock – Wednesday 19th April 2017
Wednesday 19th April 2017
Malagasy: Alarobia 19 Aprily 2017
Woke with a hell of a jump around 0420hrs. Bad night I think?
Headphones on the floor, pen and notepad in the middle of the room on the carpet and I was balancing half-in/half-out of £300 second-hand recliner in the most unseemly and uncomfortable fashion and precariously balanced position – and needing the porcelain urgently. I struggled to get myself back into the seat somehow, took a while and bit of pain to do so, then I lowered the shuddering machine and got myself out and to the wetroom for the wee-wee. Treading on the pick-up stick and bending it and stubbing a toe again on the way.
Made it just in time for the wee-wee. The innards told me I needed a heavy duty job, but after what seemed at the time, an hour of trying, nothing moved or happened. Oh dear?
Suddenly realised: The rumbling tummy, that was it! That is what was missing! And, Duodenal Donald had eased so much too! I still took a swig of the plonk afterwards and a Senna with the morning medications, though. Did the Health Checks that looked better I think overall:
However, the weight was the same as it has been for three days now.
I wondered if the scales might have been broken? Hehe!
Roger Reflux was easier now as well. Although Dizzy Dennis had put in a couple of mild little visits up to now.
Made a mug of tea and started this chronicle going up to here, then finished off yesterday’s Tales of Woe. Then started this one off.
Might this be due to last night’s meal?
The rather large portion of pork & mushroom pate? Or would this have had a tendency to cause the opposite and give me the trots?
Got the Morrison’s delivery coming in a while. A bit awkward for ordering now, cause I don’t know when (Or if) the bank transfer will go through for certain, so which card to use will be a problem.
Did some graphic work until the groceries arrive. They came, and I put them away and bagged the nibbles for the Obergruppenfureresses in the Winwood Centre Hut.
Went to take the nibbles to Dean and Julie at the Winwood Shed.
Disaster humiliation and self-condemnation followed.
Deana explained that Maggie, the owner of the cleaning company had read the funnies in my diaries and is very upset and will not be doing for me anymore. She asked Deana to collect the payment, and that was that.
I felt so embarrassed at this. Apparently, I put the name of her company in them too. IT was a bit of fun that went all wrong. Thinking about it, it was a silly thing to do, and all my fault. There was never any intention to lambast them in reality after all they have done to help me as well. Curtains, oven cleaned, all extras. A laugh and chinwag each visit. I want to get up the courage to ring her and try to explain, but mainly to show there was real intent to be malicious only have fun with the girls, above all to apologise and thank them for their assistance over the time they have been visiting.
Stupid decision that has upset the good woman and made me feel so humiliated for it.
I feel terrible, guilty and ashamed. But cannot disagree with Maggie’s actions.
Feeling depressed and bitterly disappointed with myself now.
Not good on the phone, I will try to send an email to Maggie.
I did the email and sent it off to her. Understanding how it looks, I shall offer no defence, it was a stupid thing to do in the first place.
Feeling sick in the stomach now, how did I get this laugh come bit-of-fun so wrong?
Lifeless, depressed and embarrassed.
I hoovered the hallway and mopped the kitchen.
Got an email back from Maggie. She is to call to see me later sometime and talk.
Then the new CorelDraw 2017 version became available. I downloaded after while searching for me registration number and set about getting it customised: for the next 7 hours and still haven’t completed the job yet – By gum it’s a massive programme!
Got email from Maggie, too busy to call today, fair enough that. She’ll email me next week.
Got the CorelDraw 2017 about 40% how I want it. Still, need to sort out some options and sizing.
Checked the spuds boiling.
Did an extra Morrison order, hope to get it in before the card changes with the banks. Went in okay, which tells me the transfer has not gone through yet.
Sister Jane rang while I was doing it.
Lovely to hear from her, even if Nottingham Forest are not doing well.
Ate the meal (7.8/10 rating), and got the gogglebox on. No concentration on the programmes, unfortunately, the mind running wild with self-incrimination made getting to sleep very hard.
Inchcock – Tuesday 18th April 2017
Tuesday 18th April 2017
Māori: Rātū 18 Paengawhāwhā 2017
I think I have only myself to blame perhaps; The overly seasoned beef in black bean sauce dinner from last night?As lovely as it tasted,
As beautiful as it tasted, I will resist this temptation in the future!
Out of the £300 second-hand-surely ready-to-clonk-out recliner and to the throne. The Senna taking seems to have eased things at last. I almost sang with joy at the lack of struggle and pain. Hehe! Little Inchy had been flowing a bit and needed corrective attention from the Betamethasone cream and cleaning up. But I could tell from experience, I was to suffer badly with both Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna – when this happens together, concentration goes on holiday. Remembered I need to go to the bank to investigate the farce over the transfer of account situation. Maybe today, Lisa the manager will actually talk to me?
Found a scribbled note presumably about a dream – but could make no sense of it at all and had no memories, although I could recall one I had early last night, the one I wrote about in yesterday’s post, that was completed as my next job. The readable bits of the pencil written script was: Hill high…. stethoscope (I think), canal… towering above… flying swooping?
0445hrs: Computer activated after finishing Monday’s off, I started this one. Did some photography doctoring to use later. Then the internet connection started going off intermittently. I wished that Duodenal Donald, who was becoming very active and persistent would do the same.
Into the kitchen to
Sys 162 – Dia 76 – Pulse 75 – Temp 38.7 – the weighing indicated another rise.
Oh dearie me!
Had to take another swig of the antacid medicine and pondered on whether I should risk taking an extra Omeprazole, as the medicine was cutting it with the pain.
I stood looking out of the window seeking inspiration in making my choice. Later I used the W-T option and tried to take a view of the same area, this is how the photos came out:
I think I read somewhere that Omeprazole had a side effect of diarrhoea? With things loosening up so much in that department this morning, I found myself in a quandary.If I do take an extra capsule it night prove a nocive decision, it I don’t take one, I’ll be in too much pain all day with the other ailments
If I do take an extra capsule it night prove a nocive decision, if I don’t take one, I’ll be in too much pain all day with the other ailments (Anne Gyna and Roger Reflux) playing up as well. On the other hand, I might get the runs badly… then again, it might make no difference at all? Bumfuzzled my brain now!
I decided to take an extra Omeprazole as well as and another Codeine. Just to keep himself noticed with all the ailments clambering for attention, Arthur Itis decided to have a go at the fingers as I took this photographicalisation and dropped the tablets. Luckily falling into the draw where I could retrieve them this time.
This is not going to be a good day medically speaking (I’m quick on picking these things up yer know, Hehehe).
The thought of the visit to the bank to talk to the elusive Lisa didn’t help in the clarity of logic department. Yes, I like that, I might refer to her like this: Elusive Lisa in future?
For I fear they might be more occasions to write about in this banking farce! (Getting myself wound up now, Tsk!)
Completed belatedly updating last week’s Check List.
Made another mug of tea, and pressed on with this update. The mind in a Zwodder-like state.
Did some WordPress Reading.
Then onto Facebook. Made a graphic of Pixie Mary Frieberg on the TFZer site, as she won the ball competition. I put her near the actual photograph of the implement on the table – a real Disney Angel.
Well all of them got it right actually, but Mary was first in with her bid, bless her cotton socks.
Got the ablutions tended to. Got the bank details, empty jars for the recycling bin and some painkillers in the bag. And set off to the bank and get some bread.
No one about at all, not a soul did I see in or outside the flats and Chestnut Grove… Eerie that.
Fell in love with little daisies on the verge.
Inside the bank, there were about six in the standing queue, three staff serving including the Manageress Lisa. I patiently took my place at the end of it. And Lisa was still ignoring me with natural aplomb and what must be a well trained and practised, honed skill.
I had to explain everything from the start again to the young good looking fit man servicing me. Jealous? Me? He said something I didn’t catch and went into the back of the building. A few minutes later, with the customers in the queue behind me tutting and sneering in my direction, he returned and told me an advisor needs to talk to me.
Hello, I thought to myself! I was instructed to stand at the back, and she would come and fetch me. So I did.
The lady appeared within seconds and escorted me into an office and asked me to sit down – I explained it was better if I didn’t, Arthur Itis playing up, and she professionally shot me look that said: “Huh, another old fart!” It was quick, but I caught it alright. Hehe!
She explained that the Co-op had put a block on the transfer because it had taken so long. I asked her who’s fault is it that it took so long – I got another shudderingly frightening look from her, this one said: “Who the hell do you think you are!” to me. I got in with my rapid verbals: “Your bank failing to check the postcode on the I.D. from the State Pension people who I admit were also in the wrong?” I suggested before she could speak.
A pregnant pause followed. The lady recovered. Ignoring what I had said completely, told me she would ring her head office for advice on whether or not we need to start from scratch again. I was gobsmacked, especially when they told her that we did have to!
I started to make notes so as to be able to use them in this diary. She frowned and asked me if I wanted her to make notes for me? Not sure if this was genuine or sarcastic, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She lightened her tone and asked why I was making notes – I replied something like: “The memory isn’t as good as it once was you know – paused with my mouth open and added – I want to get the details right for my Trust Pilot Report” and offered a half cheeky smile. That worked, I could see she was perplexed by this.
I wondered to myself why I was being so short and annoying, not like me at all, thought it might be the extra pains today, took a codeine out and ate it, determined to try and win back her good side, in case I needed a loan later. So I adopted a broad smile and almost laughed, and this confused the Hitlerarian dear even more. Tsk! She wasn’t Hitlerarian at all, but I just like using the word. Hahaha! Sorry.
She set about redoing the application using the details and checking them with me from the first time. Asking me if the account at the other bank was overdrawn? I impressed her when I competently fibbed: “God heavens no, I’ve over a hundred grand in it!
I must stop annoying her and get her going I swore to myself again.
After a while on her computer, she told me that the account should be open and transferred 26th April, but don’t come to see us until the 27th. Then, as I was about to leave, she started the selling spiel: Come to see me after it is operational and I’ll see if we can offer insurances cheaper than the one’s you have now!
I exited into the sunshine and the wind then went to get a small l
No small loaves, only large, no belly pork so I got a Wiejska ring.
Walked up the hill, no bus for 55 minutes yet, so walked on up and down the hill and walked up the park back to the apartments.
I love watching them.
One Alsatian ran to me and stuck his head in my bag trying to get to the meat I suspect?
He was friendly enough and took his head out when I asked him to ‘Leave’. Haha!
The entrance was a mass of nettles blooming.
I wondered at this point, how does one make Nettle Wine?
I’ll look it up later perhaps.
Ambled down through the Copse and took a photograph facing the flats.It really was so beautiful in there.
It really was so beautiful in there. The smell alone makes it worth the trip.
Came out the bottom and trying to miss treading on the buttercups and daisies, I made my way to the foyer door.
Up to home and had a wee-wee, but the bits away and made a cuppa.
Found a recipe for Nettle Wine.
Sounds too complicated for me to try, not got the room or gear anyway.
How do you measure nettle tops in pints, anyway?
Got the notes I made to help me update this diary.
Got up to here, and took the evening medication with spring water.
Made another mug of tea, then cleaned up the milk and fridge where I’d managed to drop the milk bottle when Arthur Itis decided to freeze the fingers on me. Humph!
At least Duodenal Donald had eased a bit. Mustn’t eat anything spicy tonight. Hope the Wiejska and bread will be alright. I could have had a drink of milk with it, but of course, I’d dropped and spilt most of it!
Had a bash on Facebook. Lost it. Got it back again. Lost it again… gave up and did some graphicationalisationing.
Got the din-dins done.
A salad of sorts. Went down nicely.
Had a Dennis Dizzy visitation when washing the pots.
To the porcelain throne thinking I was in need of a heavy duty session – but nothing, not even any wind? Well, there was plenty from Roger Reflux, but none from the rear-end. Hehe!
Tried to watch some TV, a Victoria Wood tribute and got only a few minutes into it before I drifted off.
TTFN all.
Inchcock – Monday 17th April 2017
Monday 17th April 2017
Persian: دوشنبه 2017 آوریل 17
0305hrs: Woke up, at least I thought I did, in a hospital ward from years ago, a cuddly but friendly Matron leaning over the bed. Along with a selection of different period dressed nurse looking down at me, a half-eaten slice of bread and lard on the bed cover, with the sound of Nelson Riddle’s (1956) ‘Lisbon Antigua’ playing in the background?
Link to hear the music: Nelson Riddle tune
A chap (Steve, an old mate from school who seemed to have aged well) joined us and apologised for hitting me over the head with a milk crate in 1952? Apparently, he’d mistook me for someone else.
I woke up for real at 0425hrs. Had a dizzy spell, then found an almost neatly written scribbled note about the dream on my notepad, can’t recall writing it though. I even wrote the time of the dream? No real memories, just the extremely clear and lucid (For me anyway) notes to copy. Weird.
To the kitchen to put the kettle on and check I’d not left the hot tap running or oven on. All okay! Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were playing up. Took the morning medications and found one tablet left in last night’s dosage pot. I’d missed taking the Ramipril tablet, no wonder Duodenal Donald was acting up with me. Tsk!
An abrupt demand from the innards persuaded me to attend the porcelain throne ASAP. Where, I sat, struggled and pondered on life’s problematical nature. Recalled I’ve to go to the camera lesson later, decided to walk into Sherwood and hope to catch a bus into town – then thinking it was a bank holiday Monday.
Maybe there will be no buses at all? Tormented with making decisions as I am nowadays, I eventually decided to leave early and walk into town. This I analysed, would be less risky than walking into Sherwood to catch a bus and finding none are running and be late for the lesson? Haemorrhoid Harold bled, and Little Inchy was red and sore with just the tiniest spot of dried blood to clean up.
Over the next ten minutes, as I sat there 
Doctored the area needing such actions, washed, shaved (Only two cuts today), the skin cancer spot changed colour and returned to the kitchen to make another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold.
Having struggled on the throne, I took an extra Senna tablet.
Started this post off, Then set about finishing yesterday’s diary.
Got ablutions sorted and spit and polished me up and set off out to walk into Sherwood. Met Frak and his better half in the foyer and had a little chinwag.
Hobbled along Chestnut Walk and right down Winchester Street and talk about lucky… a number 40 bus going to town arrived at the bus stop as I was passing it! So I got on it, and to town. A bit of luck there, it always worries me when I have good fortune yer know, I’m not used to it! Hehe!
Naughty Nottingham Pavement cyclist on the way, weaving between the pedestrians again. Humph!
Hobbled into the building and met another tenant, Brian in there. Had a gossip.
I wasn’t sure if this new one. Sloane Brothers Frozen Yoghourt was to open later or not.
Out of the other end and I limped over to Trinity Square.
Shame.
I decided to take some photographicalisation locally of the empty retail units along the Upper Parliament Street area.
They did not take much finding at all this
The old John Collier shop which changed to Burton’s Tailors when they bought them out, looked particularly barren and sad. Even worse with the office units above having no tenants in them.
Not the Nottinghomians persisting with their mission to ignore the red ‘Don’t Cross’ lights?
I popped into it to get some soap. Came out with Bird Suet, scouring pads, two bars of Dettol brand soap, a travelling clock for a quid on special offer and some shaving foam.
At least I remembered the soap. Haha!
As I say, they were not hard to find.
King and Queen Street had their share of abandoned shops too.
Even the famous in Nottingham Hallam 
At the end of the street what used to be the Gas Board shop and offices, and was taken over by the private company Midlands Gas Fires years ago, was now bereft of any tenant.
They were now trading only from their other retail shop in Stapleford I think it was or is I should say.
A big building to get anyone interested in opening a retail store in it? To take it over?
And at the wrong end of town for customers to park, apart from the Victoria Centre underground car park ran by JCP. With charges currently at:
Up to 2 hours £3.50, Up to 3 hours £4.50, Up to 4 hours £6.00, Up to 5 hours £9.00
The old bank building on Milton Street is now another KFC outlet with seating upstairs for 150 and down 90.
But I have never seen it full when passing. With McDonal
The sign below was outside a deserted Hair Dressing unit.
All of these deserted shops were within a few hundred yards of each other.
People, cyber friends tell me it is the same in their city.
I made my way to the Jessop camera shop for the lesson. A different young chap, this time. Young, good looking, fit, educated and affluent. I hated him! Not really, only joking.
He went through each question I asked him. When I asked what the two wheels were, one on the left one behind last time, that chap told me not to worry about them, I’ll not need them. This chap said the difference they make and how the left on needs setting to suit my eyesight and not changing again.
He told me how to do it, and concentrate on the letters and numbers clarity as opposed to the quality if the picture. This one corrected the viewfinder. Excellent view after I’d done this.
He then showed me how to do Scenic shots moving the camera and took one for me. (Left below) Then I tried one, catching his face in it (Right below).
He then set the photograph output style size for me.
The time was up that I’d paid for, but he then pointed out some other options I could use.
Nice of him.
I noticed later when I’d got back and updated this diary, the blue streaks? Was it like this in the room?
I gave him an Easter egg and departed. Feeling a lot better than on my last visit, the stairs were coped with up and down a lot better today.
I did forget to ask him what the T-W option and little round button were for the left? Tsk!
Even more good luck then, I limped to the 40 bus stop, and one was due in four minutes. Met a lady for the private home on the same road as my flats and had a nice chinwag with her en route. She told of where she had been on holiday (Egypt, Morocco, France and Germany) and where she was going this year Italy and Greece. They were as part of a Sea Cruise holiday. I was a bit jealous I must admit, Shame – Hehe!
We got off together and I walked her to her flats compound.
To my apartment and first thing needed was a wee-wee. So I had one.
Washed the dandies and got the meal prepared for later. Ready made Beef in black bean sauce to go in the oven later. Made some caramelised gravy and added mushrooms garden peas and leeks to it. Put the oven on to warm up for the beef.
Then got this chronicle updated.
My concentration was ephemeral, like the memories, I found hard to recall and so much needed doing to get the graphicationalistical presentation something like right.
I’ll save this to do some doctoring with it perhaps later.Did some WordPressing.
Did some WordPressing.
Then caught up with a graphic.
Posting a graphic and Facebook went down Again! Grefficalblowit!
Tasty nosh, a bit too much tasty nosh actually, but I gobbled it all up.
Took the dish, tray and cutlery into the kitchen and sink to soak a while… a depressing wet and warm sensation came from the lower regions… Oh dear me.
Little Inchy’s lesion was bleeding again.
Had a cleanup and medicationalisation session, and wearily climbed into the £300 second-hand recliner. Having a strange thought as I did so. “Why do recliners like these always come in beige, browns, greys or greens? Why not, heliotrope and lemon tartan or bright purple and pink? Hehe!
Soon drifted off before the first commercial break on the TV. Waking up, what seemed minutes later but was actually an hour or so, having dreamt of being chased by cyclists and disabled scooter riders along a path high up on a cliff edge, while having an eristic inner argument with myself about the unfairness of the world? Occasionally turning and firing a water pistol at my pursuers. Very odd! They caught me, tied me into a fairground dodgem and threw me over off the path. I seemed fully content as I fell towards what looked like a tropical forest below and wondered if I’d left the tap running in the kitchen and so glad I didn’t have to worry about this anymore?
Up for a wee-wee, and head down again.
Inchcock Today – Sunday 16th April 2017
Sunday 16th April 2017
Slovak: Nedeľa 16.Apríla 2017
Woke around 0400hrs, and lay thinking of the many dreams I’d had since the one about Rudolph Hess after midnight, without any luck, no details could be forced from my twisted and very confused this morning, brain. No note found, well, there was one, but I couldn’t read a word of the two lines I’d scribbled.
0445hrs: A headache lurked, and it was a cracker. I thought I might try to get off back to sleep, so I tried. I failed. I passed some wind and extracted myself from the £300 second-hand dangerously shuddering recliner, had a mini-dizzy as I hobbled to the porcelain throne, 
The heavy duty task at hand seem to make my headache worse? Little Inchy had bled a tiny bit, but Haemorrhoid Harold, having been in free-flow mood caused me to have to put the jammie bottoms in the bucket to soak. Humph!
Had a rinse and got the kettle on the boil.
Made a mug of strong tea and took the morning medications, along with an extra Codeine for the head and Senna for the stubborn heavy duty sessions.
Rubbed some of the pain gel into the left hand, the knees and under the arm.
Oil in the ears, made up next weeks medication pots and got the sphygmomanometer out and did the Health Checks.
Many wee-wees had to be tended to this morning.
I suddenly had a thought (Impressive eh?). Are there any buses on duty tomorrow so I can get to the camera lesson, it being a holiday like?
I looked up the L9 service on the web. Botheration and damnation! A Sunday Service for all routes – which means no L9 buses at all! Another long hobble to face!
I blame Arthur Itis for this! Huh!
Did some WordPress reading. Some good stuff published today.
Went onto Facebook, fingers crossed… Slow, but working.
Emails sorted out. Tried again on the web to find out if buses are running tomorrow or not. Failed!
CorelDraw andittivated some graphics for the TFZer site;
Decided to have the meal early today. Got the oven on and put the battered fishcakes in to warm up. Got the potatoes boiling away.
Watched a Carry-On film for a while on channel 10 Freeview.
Laid it out with the Surimi fish whatsits and a banana and lemon yoghourt for afters.
Apart from the pasta things and sauce being overcooked, the potatoes undercooked, the fishcakes overcooked on too low heat, the banana having a black streak through it inside; the Lemon yoghourt was nice. Tsk!What a mess I made of this meal!
What a mess I made of this meal!
There were several Carry-On films on the same channel, and I tried to watch them, but only managed it with ‘Carry On Up the Khyber’. Nodding off sessions were rampant. Haha!
Wee-wee visits were made regularly throughout the day. Made me think about when I walk into town in the morning for the camera lesson. And will I get a bus back? I can’t walk both ways? The hobble will take about an hour and a quarter. Wee-wee containing might be a problem, I think.
Oligarch Obergruppenfureress Jenny called while I was on the porcelain throne before showering. Which normally I would not have heard, but I had to nip out to collect a fresh pair of protection undies and heard the mobile. She told me that there would be no need for anyone to change their address. I thanked her for informing me and avoided any forthcoming lectures and admonishments by telling the truth and told her I had to get back to the small room. I knew by mentioning my concerns over the renaming of the flats to any other tenant it would get back to her. She reminds me off Ena Sharples, caring but misunderstood. Bless her.
Now I have to face her on Wednesday next when the free fish & chip meal session takes place in Arnold. Or earlier if my cunning plans to avoid her fail.
Back into the wetroom and did the ablutions.
Back to the goggle-box and more Carry On films to fall asleep to.
Looking at the clock later, it seemed it was still only 1810hrs?
I realised an hour or so later when I again observed the clock and it was still indicating 1810hrs, that the battery had gone and died. (I’m quick ain’t I… Hehe!) Changed the battery in the clock and returned with a mug of orange juice to the £300 second-hand wobbly recliner and settled again.
Sorted the mess out and settled once again in the now sticky damp chair cover, I started to watch “It’ll be alright on the night 2” on the box. First commercial break and I drifted off into kip.
Inchcock: Saturday 15th April 2017
Saturday 15th April 2017
Esperanto: Sabato 15a Aprilo 2017
Woke around 0400hrs: So annoyed no notes or memories of the dreams I was sure I’d been having. Why one morning I can recall, or find notes I’d made about the dreams, and others, like today, nothing? Humph!
Did the Health Checks, all looking good, apart from the weight back up again.
To the porcelain throne for a painful, heavy duty session. Haemorrhoid Harold had not been bleeding though, Little Inchy only a tad, but still sore.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, computer on and finished yesterday’s Chronicle off, then started this one.
Got the fodder started for later, potatoes on the boil.
Did some WordPress reading, and commenting?
Made another mug of tea and went on Facebook. After a while, the site went down again, no connection. Humph!
The view was beautiful again this morning.
Made another mug of tea and set about doing some TFZer graphics, and got a few finished too. Heads swanks with pride!
Facebook still down.
Turned on the potatoes (Belatedly, Tsk!)
Crock-pot contents, garden peas, turnip, leeks, carrots with a bit of demerara sugar added. Put some distilled vinegar in the potatoes.
Opened a tin of beef slices and added some homemade caramelised gravy and left them in the small saucepan to marinate while the slow-cooker did the other stuff.
Made another mug of tea (I’m hoping to get one drank sometime today!)
Tried Facebook again, no go!
Back onto Coreldraw and started another graphic. Got so far and realised I’d not done my ablutions, so I did.
All fresh now, I called Olive to see if or when I cold visit her. 1400hrs granted.
Back onto the computer, Facebook was jumpy but back on.
Posted the graphics to the TFZer site.
Handy old thing ain’t I? Hehe!
Poddled to Olive’s flat and had an absolutely fantastic visitation.
She told me off repeatedly, but in her own Special caring way, bless her. Good long chinwag, a cuddle and I was off back to the mini-home.
The best one for a long time this was. Had to give it a 9.65/10 rating. Hehe!
Had a dizzy while washing the pots and a headache developed and stayed with me all night and into the morning??
Not a wink of sleep, no nod-offs; the brain just would not allow me to rest until gone 0200hrs when dreams kept waking me then! Recalled in one of them I was a famulus to dressed-like-wizard Rudolph Hess in a cave underground with him teaching me a trick, that I could not grasp involving a selection of different magic wands, I think? (From notes consulted in the early hours)
TTFN all.