Inchcock Today: Monday 14th November 2016: The excellent meal made up for last nights disasterous one!

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Monday 14th November 2016

In Persian: دوشنبه 2016 نوامبر 14

Woke wide awake at 0025hrs, no memories of any dreams. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the porcelain for a WRHD session. I think the eggs last night may have had some effect in causing the difficulties encountered during this session. Not a nice one.

Last Nights Disaster! It looked good, but oh dear, the mess I made!

Cleaned up the dish and accoutrements used in consuming last nights eating of the most not-nice meal since I’ve been here in the flat.

Rating this one at 6.1/10 is a little overgenerous methinks? I got everything cooked wrongly and even the rosti potatoes were horrible. Shame!

0115hrs: Got the laundry stuff prepared and down to the laundry room. Washer going, back up to update this record of an incompetent Nottingham Pensioner. 

0155hrs: Down and swapped the clothes from washer to dryer, started it going and back up to the flat. Started off doing a graphic for the TFZer site.

Noticed someone had not cleaned the filter again. Ah well, I cleaned it and started the dryer going.

Up to the apartment and posted the results for the spot the tiger thingy what we TFZers did.

Checked the time of the INR blood Test appointment this morning on my Google Calendar. 0935hrs, so I must remember.

I’ll have a walk to the surgery, then carry on after the tests into town methinks.

Hello, the stomach is grumbling and rumbling again.

Did some Facebooking again.

0255hrs: Down to the laundry room one last time to collect the clothes and clean the filter again. Back up to 72, and stored the things away.

Made a mug of tea. Another WRHD session. Back on graphicationalising on CorelDraw X8.

0724hrs: Several hours later, had to stop, cause it was time for me ablutionising session and get the things ready for the blood test and shopping.

Back in a bit, I hope.

Set off on the walk to Carrington and the surgery.

It was warmer than I thought it would be out there this morning.

I had to be weary going down the hill locally, due to the wet rain making the fallen leaves a bit dodgy to walk on.

Down the hill to Mansfield Road and turned left up the hill and over it down into Carrington.

At the brow of the incline, the traffic was at a standstill.

I actually felt glad I was no longer allowed to drive. Finding somewhere to park, getting fuel. the taxing and insuring of the car, bus-lanes, Cyclist wihtout lights, the MOT testing, the insurance etc.

Not to mention the road rage and aggressive nature of drivers nowadays.

The legs and feet felt okayish, Anne Gyna had gone on a vacation, Arthur Itis lingered a bit, the cramps had eased up too.

Got to the surgery and the nurse took my blood and we managed a little chinwag. She told me that the district nurses would be calling tonight and tomorrow night to give me an Enoxaparin booster jab. (They didn’t appear tonight, though)

Out of the GP surgery and to the bus stop and caught one into town.

Had a limp into Vic centre to view the chairs in the Jessop Store. No one around to ask any questions of, so I departed and had a walk to the Tesco at the end of the mall. The sourdough bread was all short-dated and squashed. Those Fresh Cream French Horn cakes jumped into my bag. (Ahem!)

Out and walked to the Aldi store and got some PeaSnacks and a filled Yorkshire Pudding with Chicken roast potatoes stuffing and mini sausages in gravy. That’ll be an easy to prepare nosh for me for a change, less chance of me making a cock-up? (Say’s the old yonderly dreamer)

Hobbled, the feet were beginning to sting a bit now, through the famously busy Clinton Street and into the slab square to see how the erecting of the profit-seeking Christmas Fayre stalls were progressing.

The limp through was hazard ridden, with pavement cyclists, Big Issue sellers and various charity collections going on.

Popped into the Poundland store and had a wonder around. Found some tins of Stewed Steak and Pulled Pork that would come in handy I thought, so I got a can of  each. Also a tube of Colgate Gel toothpaste, I like this one cause it is not overly scented or flavoured and seems to suit me. Used the self-serve thingy for the first time. Got in a pickle with it, a sign flashed Assistance Coming! The girl who arrived had the most perfect “Oh no, not anohter old ditherer to sort out!” expression on her face. Hehehe!

The corner of Long Row and King Street, where the building was taking place. well, it was taking place all over really like.

The part built wooden structure come outlet whatever it is to be when finished, caught my attention.

On closer inspection, it looked rather like a Wild West saloon was being built?

A rifle range perhaps? Although I can’t imagine the safety conscious Nottingham City Council permitting such a dangerous entertainment being in the show?

Although having said that, they are allowing me to wait for 30 days before they restore the heating in my flat? Little dig there, sorry).

Up King Street and caught the L9 bus back to the flats. Oh, I do appreciate my free pensioner bus pass!

Getting out of the lift, I called to see Olive. A bit risky, cause it was still near dinner time, and a good telling off was on the cards. Hehe! She asked if the chair was alright and the blanket she loaned me was working. I thanked her and told her the chair made thing a lot easier and the blanket was most appreciated. A quick short chinwag, a cuddle and a peck and I went to the flat and a much-needed WRHD session.

Getting up like I did again so early this morning, I was well tired and got on with doing the meal first thing.

A bit of a treat this one, the expensive beef in black bean sauce with peppers and a few oven chips. Some PeaSnaps, and I forgot all about the cream horns and had a strawberry dessert. I’ll have the fresh cream french horns tomorrow then?

Took the medications between mouthfuls of gorgeous food!

Planned the TV viewing Another wasted effort there), and fell asleep within half an hour!

Inchcock Today Sunday 13th November 2016: Whoopsidangleplop with the meal – worra mess! Hehe!

Sunday 13th November 2016

In Bengali: রবিবার 13 নভেম্বর 2016

Wide awake and with a massive thirst on me at 0130hrs. I sort of lurched my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into the kitchen Still Coughing.

Made a strong brew of tea, took the morning medications. (Far too early, but still). The kitchen thermometer read 57°f – 14°c, but I thought it felt warmer. Then I realised I was still wrapped up in so many clothes, woolly hat, gloves, jammies, Long Johns, socks, slippers and a dressing gown; it is no wonder I thought it was warmer than of late despite the low thermometer reading. No signs of any fog or mist this morning. The Living come bedroom felt like it had warmed up too, I checked the storage radiator in case it had started working again, but no. The surface was still very cold, almost as if it were refrigerated?

I got the computer going to update this claptrap.

Had a look on Google for the Nottingham forecast for the week.

It didn’t look too bad, no mention of any fog, mist or frost, so that was good!

Completed a WRHD session without any bleeding at all from anywhere! Another good start?

I got the card from the camera to get the photograph of last night’s nosh to add to Saturdays diary. I used the old Sony camera instead of the new Lumix one because I’m fed-up of losing photographs after I’ve taken them, and have no idea what I am doing wrong!

This Sony camera is older and a little slower with far fewer options available on it, and it is much slower, and the flash has to be manually opened to use it. It is bulkier too. But the photos I take on it do not disappear into the ether! Hehe… yet! So, I’ll use this from now on I think, at least it has the option to take smaller photographs and that should save on memory? I took the picture above with a really old little X5 Canon camera. When I turned it on, a message told me to change the batteries (2xAA), so I did, and it still told me to change them, so I did again, swapped them for some different batteries (Morrison own label with October 2017 as use-by date) and threw away the old ones. As I took the photo, it told me to change them again?

I’ve come to the conclusion that any tasks that are; machine-driven, automated, motor-driven, power-driven, self-propelled, scholarly, technological, methodological, complicated, involving the requirement of educational knowledge, industrial, electrical, mechanical, modern, Computer related, Mobile phone related, plumbing, being brave or heroic, woodwork, metalwork or requiring social skills and or abilities, are not my forte!

Tended to yet another WRWW and put the kettle on ponce more. Took this shot through the kitchen window and couldn’t resist doctoring it somewhat, as Elvis’s “And Marie’s the name, of his latest flame”had attached itself in my brain for some reason and I’ve been singing it ever since!

♫ A very old friend came by today
Cause he was telling everyone in town
About the love that he just found
And Marie’s the name of his latest flame
He talked and talked and I heard him say
That she had the longest blackest hair
The prettiest green eyes anywhere
And Marie’s the name of his latest flame… ♫

Did some Facebooking. Did some graphicalisationing and posted them off.

Got my ablutionisationing done. WRWW, and dressed  to take the glass jars to the recycling bins.The weather looked very nice. When I got down and out of the building, there was very little wind and no frost at all.

The weather looked very nice. When I got down and out of the building, there was very little wind and no frost at all.

Ambled down to the bins, then thought I’d have a walk through the Copse and see if I could find n interesting view to photograph. Back to the end of Chestnut Walk, and soon changed my plans. The grass and soil were  very wet and a bit dodgy for walking up the hill to the Copse. So I went near the garage sidings trees and thought my luck was in. No sooner had I got the camera out that I notice branches shaking. I stood still as I could and eventually saw some squirrels running around. But they were too quick for me.

Tsk!

I went back to the flat made a cuppa and had some shortcake fingers and got the computer on to update this and do some more graphics on CorelDraw X8.

Olive’s Malcolm arrived with the desk loan chair.

Very kind of them to supply me with a safer seat.

With my problem of nodding off, I’m still looking for a similar chair with side arms that will prevent me from falling off if and when I do nod off! Hehe!

But this one will stop me falling backwards anyway. You’ve got to laugh!

Got the fodder prepared. Made the mess of the year in doing so too!

The poached eggs went all over the place, stuck to the cooker, pan, lid, floor and me!

By the time I gave up trying to clean up the pan and lid and threw them away, the food was cold, and I was depressed, but still ate it – not a good idea as it turned out. It looked fine on the dish, but everything on the plate disappointed. Ah, well!

I did manage to watch some TV for an hour or so before nodding off.

Inchcock Today Saturday 12th November 2016: Cold, coughing a bit, but got to see Olive

Saturday 12th November 2016

In Mongolian: Бямба 12-р сарын 2016

0115 hrs: Morning each. Burst into life this morning at this ridiculous hour then wondered why. Pondered on a dream in which I was being chased again through corridors in a derelict building. Next, I mountaineered my way out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner chair and to the porcelain for a WRHW session. Only a small amount of bleeding found this morning.

Decided that being as I was up so early again, I’d get the washing sorted and go down to the laundry room. I left me jammies on and added the day wear on top, cause it was so cold again. Brrr!

Down and got the machine going, back up and started the computer off, CorelDraw seems to be working better at this stage. (May regret saying that later, Tsk!)

Noticed the official sign on the inner door,  informing us old uns that the alarms were working again.

Down again and moved the stuff out from the washer to dryer. Someone had cleaned the filter out, yet another pleasant surprise there.

Up once more and started to do the diaries. Then the Grammar add-on started working again of its own accord? Another pleasant surprise for me. And the left eye stye seemed to be improving too. Getting worried now with all these good things going on? Getting really cold now, so I put the electric fire on, and damn the cost – which I’ll regret when I get the electricity bill of course. Humph!

Got carried away starting the graphic at the top of this page, and was a little late going down to collect the washing. All okay, back up to the flat and put the things away – which is when the first of the Whoopsiedangleplops occurred, I’ll explain: Taking the towels out of the bag, I usually hang the bath towel on the rail of the shower in the wet room, which I did.

Unhappily, as I threw the towel above my head to swing it over the rail, I stuck my finger on (Not up, Hehe) my nose, and the cold sore started bleeding and got some on the towel.

I appreciate that this should not have bothered me.

But why does it have to happen just when I’ve cleaned the towel? Hehe!

Cleared the things away and took my medications, then sorted the pots out for next week.

Got the Crock-Pot vegetables going then. I’m just doing swede and mushrooms today, cause I like this mix with a little Oregano and sea salt and find it appetising and pleasant.

Back to the computer and got on with trying to change the default colour on WordPress. I’d have had more success if I’d tried to operate on myself with a spoon and screwdriver with my eyes closed to try and mend me dodgy ticker than to try getting the default colour changed on here! Huh!

It’s warmed up nicely now with the heater on, but what it will cost me I don’t want to imagine, better turn it off for a bit.

Better get my ablutions done first methinks, though, then I can get dressed in the warmth.

0732hrs: Back in a while…

0857hrs: I’m back, smelling nice too! Hehehe! Shave Shower with lemon soap, made a cuppa, took a photographicalisation out of the kitchen window and the fog and drizzle for you.

Checked on the vegetables, all okay.

Computer back on to update this dross then went on Facebook for a while, posted the top graphic and the one below on TFZ, hoping they like them.

This one a sort of Spot the Wild Animals (12 of them), nd I asked which animal would they like to keep, and which one would they get rid of. For a bit of fun like.

Spent hours on Facebooking and enjoyed it.

Popping over to see Olive now, see if she had any jars to go to the bank or rubbish bags to take to the chute for her. Back soon I hope.

Olive was looking a lot better than of late. I collected some jars to go to the recycling bin in the morning with my jars and bottles. A chinwag and cuddle, her Grandson Malcolm is calling to see her tomorrow and bringing an office chair that she might not like, and if so, she will ask him to drop it off for me!

I returned to number 72. Coughing and all wrapped up, I must have looked like a pensioner from Dicken’s tales. Hehe!

Got in and dare not put the electric heater on again.

Got the fodder ready.

Had a vegetarian effort tonight. The rather costly M&S mushroom risotto, Crock-Pot vegetables, sliced boiled potatoes and potato cakes, followed with a lemon curd yoghourt.

I tackled the washing up, took the medications and found there were many programmes of interest for me to watch tonight.

Had some Snapeas later as I attempted to look at a ‘Yes, Prime Minister’ DVD before the TV proggies coming on.

I didn’t even get through the DVD before I’d drifted off, kept waking a few times with the coughing, then wide awake and with a massive thirst on me at 0130hrs.

Inchcock Today Friday 11th November 2016: Blooming cold again!

Friday 11th November 2016

In Burmese: သောကြာနေ့ 11 နိုဝင်ဘာ 2016

Woke at midnight, pondered on the dream of me working at Tesco back in 1960 gain. Then I managed to nod off once more.

0200hrs: Woke with a start. Flapped about and got to the porcelain for a WRHD session. More bleeding this morning than I was comfortable with, so I applied some ‘H’ Treatment cream. Flaming cold again.

The stye on top of my eye seemed to be far less swollen and inflamed, though.

Took the medications and made a cuppa, then got on with the diary.

0400hrs: Got the mushrooms, parsnips and swede ready and into the Crock-Pot.

Many emails had arrived and needed sorting.

Took a photo through the kitchen window, when I was making a mug of tea.

I was sure there was a plane high in the sky when I snapped this one?

But it doesn’t show on this photograph on the left, at all does it?

Very odd?

Made a start on a (Supposedly funny) post I had in mind.

Facebooking emails and calendar checked.

I even got the electric fire going! Mind you; it costs that much to run!

Tsk!

Checked the vegetables and added some tomato puree to them.

Then got the ablutions tended to.

Out to the bus stop.

Into town.

I walked through the park to Sherwood.

The Copse was looking thinner now, but still beautiful.

The sun was bright, there was little wind, but it was all an illusions of Autumn – It was frigid with it.

Caught a bus (Thanks to the most welcome and appreciated Pensioners Free Bus Pass) into town.

The usual plentiful supply of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists was about all day.

But none of them bothered me on this trip come hobble.

Went shopping mad.

Called into Tesco. Where I had to summon assistance to get to the Rice Snacks on the top shelf, even the tall assistant had to stand on the bottom shelf to get himself up to help me. Spent too much again. Rice snacks, TV paper, seaweed cheesies, Mushrooms in brine, sliced mushrooms, Soughdour bread and Fresh Cream Horns (I plead Guilty without mitigating circumstances!).

Up the top floor and to the Market Place Stalls. Got some cashew nuts in dark chocolate and some in yoghourt mix.

I was pleased to share Remembrance Day’s two minutes silence in the same area as I did last year, at the end of the Mall.

Far too many folks didn’t stop and just carried on this year. Mostly youngsters and Asian looking people. Which is their right to. But they were just getting on with their shopping and didn’t seem aware that all the other shoppers had stopped?

I had a hobble around for a while and made my way to the M&S Foodhall.

I tried a few times to get decent what I call, ‘Moody’ photographs on my wander around.

I did manage to get a few people who were not on their mobile phones in the shots, though.

And not many with their giant mugs of coffee around either today.

Made my way to the bus stop and was soon on the way home.

As the bus passed Clinton Street, I tried again to get a ‘Moody’ as we passed the end of the street. This one didn’t work at all, did it?

A bit of interest, though, the taxi waiting to turn right got hit up his rump by a bus!

Soon back at Woodthorpe Court, the sun still shining and the cold still cold, though. Hehe!

A WRHD session, and I got on with the meal. Bootiful it was. Potato cakes, Fish sticks, crock-pot veg and some Desiree potatoes. I took two photographs of the plate, checked they had recorded on the sim card and they had. But when it came to me putting these on this diary next morning – again, they had mysteriously disappeared? I’m getting fed-up with this happening and would love to find out what, if anything, I’m doing wrong?

The plans for the night were simple: Watch Heartbeat on Freeview channel 10, then over to ITV on 3 to watch the England v Scotland football match.

I didn’t even get through the Heartbeat, drifted off at the first set of commercials, waking up with a jump and panic at midnight!

Humph!

Inchcock Today. A busy one, Social Hour, and I got out into the cold for a bit. Thursday 10th November 2016

Thursday 10th November 2016

In Russian: Четверг 10 ноября 2016

Shot awake at 0129hrs: Unable to recall much of the dreams again, other than I was at one stage, in a submarine with Les Dawson?

Dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner chair and took a photograph of above the electric fire that doesn’t work on my way to visit the porcelain for a WRHD session.

Why I took a photograph escapes me now. But it might come back to me?

Sad innit?

The session was not too bad, apart from some bleeding again from the rear.

Then afterwards, going into the kitchen carrying the camera, I somehow unintentionally took this photograph.

I didn’t delete it, cause I thought I might think of a suitable caption for it later?

Or, maybe not.

Took the medications and made a mug of tea.

When I started the computer, a black screen with the message “H/9485.455UW26 Out of range” came up? I turned it off and on again, and things seemed alright? Oh dear!

Got on with finishing yesterday’s diary off and posted it.

Several WRWW’s followed of course.

Made a start on this one, then went to make another cuppa. I prepared the vegetables for later, mushrooms and parsnips only, in the Crock-pot. I can add a tin of peas later perhaps.

I thought I’d like to get out today, despite the unwelcoming, cold weather and rain. Had a look out through the window although it was still dark of course, no frost, nowhere near as cold as yesterday morning, just a few spots of rain on the cars below.

Got the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag ready for the Winwood Social Hour at the community Shed at 1000hrs.

0315hrs: Back to the computer. I felt a warm sensation from the rear end, so visited the wetroom to investigate. Bleeding from Harry Haemorrhoid. Not to fret, I’ve had worse.

As I was washing after medicating my rear-end, I realised my sight was not good. Looked in the mirror and found that there was bruising internally underneath my eye and odd marks above on the eyelid.

Thought this might be bits of dirt from somewhere, so carbolicalised the area, but it was not dirt. Started to be painful a bit afterwards, and the sight has been affected since. Good job I’ve got the large screen on the new computer.

I’ve got an INR blood test this coming Monday, so I’ll ask the nurse to have a look at this if it hasn’t cleared up by then.

Started the coughing again as I came out of the warm wetroom and into the unheated front room. I must remember to ask Deana if she is at the meeting if she has informed the works department of my storage heater conking out.

Looking at the radiator, it’s not surprising that it has problems, cause all around you can see where they have taken off covers, etc. and they have not gone back on correctly. The outer casing has chips, scratches and is bent out of shape. I hope, if they do ever come, they can mend it, cause it ain’t doing my health any good. I understand they will not replace it with a new one because soon they will start the modernisationing of the flats anyway.

Back again on the computer.

The ablutions carried out and off to the Social Hour, calling in on Olive on the way. She was a little better; she even told me off for getting the wrong phone (Obviously, the cleaners had told her), and when Olive heard that the NCH could not tend to the broken storage heater, she asked me to go and buy a portable heater today! A cuddle and I departed to the Community Shed.

Where I was summoned into the office by Gruppenfurher Deana and Obergefreiter Julie. I must not take photographs of tenants anymore as they had received complaints. Dean suggested I asked if it was alright in future, each time I take a photo. But it is easier for me just to stop photoing them. Sad, but easier.

She had forgotten about the radiator not working and failed to ring the works department. So she did. They said it would be November 30th before they can visit to repair it. Too much time in these freezing nights, she told them. So they are going to arrange for an old mobile radiator on loan to be delivered, but don’t know when.

The meeting went okay, BJ came, and we managed a few sarcastic laughs and digs at each other. I gave a donation for the collection for Kath and Ian, to Frank for him to hand it on to Jenny.

Back to number 72 for a freshen up and WRWW. Down to the bus stop, Deana was passing and informed that the On Call Emergency had gone down, and gave me a number to ring if needed.

Bus to town and caught a tram to Asda-Walmart on Hyson Green in search of some Nordic Bacon. They didn’t have any, though. I got some bread cobs, sliced mushrooms, potato cakes and swede. Oh, and a deepish bowl so I might make less mess eating my gravy. Hehe!

Tram back into town.

Took this shot on the tram after the students had got off and made a bit of room.

It looks like the passengers are all posing and staring at me?

Got off at the Theatre Royal and made my way to the bus terminus just in time as well! The rain started pouring down just as the bus arrived.

As we passed Clinton Street, I took this one through the bus window.

Not a good one, but it shows the state of the weather.

The fellow tenants got on the bus further along, and we had a decent chinwag.

By the time we were half way to the apartments, the rain had stopped, and a rainbow came out. I got an excellent photograph of it. Showed it to the chap, and deleted it in error! Oh, a fool I am! An incompetent, uneducated algophilic nit-wit!

Back at the flat, I found a note telling me that the Personal alarms and some others had gone down, but was being worked on to be corrected.

That’s nice to know.

Bearing in mind that the Nottingham City Homes must have  thousands of old fogies with alarms, this is the first time the system has failed in the year and a bit I’ve been here.


WRHD session, medications taken and I got the din-dins cooking.

Crock-Pot mushrooms, parsnips with an added tin of garden peas, pork sausages, potato cakes and ciabatta cobs. A lemon curd yoghourt to follow and a packet of vinegar flavoured Peasnaps afterwards.

A call came through on the mobile phone that stopped before I could get to it. 01767319860, I’ll put in on Google Chrome to see who it was.

I wonder if it was PC World?

R & R Services?

The view from the kitchen window was amazing tonight!

Feeling tired and a bit down now. No alarms, no heating in the front room, no photographicalisationing permitted at the Social Hour, and not knowing when the loan radiator was due. I bet it’ll come while I’m at the clinic, hospital, shopping or surgery?

I’m considering getting the sleeping bag out and kipping on the kitchen floor using pillows and cushions to prevent me going on my back. At least there is some heat in there.

Got wrapped up well again, cause I know it’s going to be another cold night without the radiator working. Wolly hat on, underpants on, thick jammy bottoms, bedsocks, fingerless gloves and a dressing gown, and covered my widening girth with a throw.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today Wednesday 9th November 2016: Another day stuck indoors, Tsk!

Wednesday 9th November 2016

In Punjabi: ਬੁੱਧਵਾਰ 9 ਨਵੰਬਰ 2016

Awful stomach ache when I woke around 0200hrs this morning. I chunted away to myself, tried to recall the dreams without any luck, passed wind then dismounted the £300 shuddering second-hand recliner and to the porcelain for a WRHD session. Nothing happened. all wind?

Got the clothes in the  washing bag and plodded down to the laundry room. (Got dressed first like… Hehe!).

Someone had beaten me to it today, their wash had about 7 minutes left on the cycle. I got the washing going and returned up to the apartment and started work on yesterdays diary.

Down to move the things into the dryer, but whoever had used the washer had utilised the best of the dryers. So I used the dodgy one.

Noticed a new sign on the message board near the lifts; A bloke had got into the flats and was trying to sell cigarettes at £100 a pack of 200 to a resident, who told him he had no money, and the bloke said he’s go with him to the cash dispenser to get some! Dodgy!

Back up to the computer and started this diary off.

WRHD session again, success this time. The innards started twinging again after the session.

0345hrs: Down to collect the laundry.

I took a photographicalisation of the notice on the wall. Since I noticed this an hour or so ago, someone has added some writing to the bottom of the page. I think is says; Wheres the disabled badge ??? gone to! Not the best of grammar. Any idea what the word I cannot decipher is please?

Up to 72 again, put the clothes away, I now have an odd sock again? Tsk!

https://gerrynottingham.blog/2016/11/09/the-amazing-mikhail-steedenski-mystery-photographicalisation/ Funny ode here.

The Gammarly add-0n is not working again.

CorelDraw to do a graphicalisation to post later.

G0t it done and posted. then did a poem and graphics of a humourous nature.

Facebooked a while.

Carried out the ablutions.

Acedia brought on by the miserable weather, a bit of snow that cleared then rain with a freezing fog and amber warnings to drivers and old folk on the radio!

Floods anticipated and ice tonight to follow. Oh ‘eck!

Waiting now for the Hygeine Operative to arrive. Hope they are not late, then I can get out and to Asda-Walmart to get some Polish bacon Block, if they have any in. But with the weather forecast being so bad, I’ll top up with essentials I think.

Updated this, and noticed the grumbling innards had eased off. Nice!

MC cleaners arrived, had to titivate the kitchen after they had cleaned it! Still the htree of us had a laugh.

I got an HP update, HP BIOS Recovery Update  and it took over an hour and a half to download and install, with me having to (nervously) make choices on the way. The computer restarted and I still have no idea what I’d allowed HP to make changes to?

Moments later, Windows Updates came in, I opted for Update and restart, moments later the restart took place. The configuring took about an hour, the installing another hour.

Facebooking done despite my being so tired by now. some lovely comments tonoght.

The nosh was got ready. Stewed steak (tin) Gigantic slow boiled potato, Crock-Pot vegetables and some bread to soak up the gravy.

Lemon yoghourt and a packet of the Pea Rice vinegar flavoured thingamobobs to follow.

Though not in that order.

Medications taken, creams applied and the last of the Amoxiparin injections injected.

Started coughing a bit. I’ll be glad when they come to get the heating going again, I hope Deana remembered to call them for me?

The cut, swelling or whatever it is on the top and the internal bleeding on the bottom of my eyelid started stinging again. Arkward place to apply cream on, so I just tried to dab it with clear warm water.

Viewing the Goggle-Box was not easy with the eye problem, couldn’t read, and computer work is difficult, seems to get a lot worse as I tire?

Soon nodded off.

The Amazing Mikhail Steedenski Mystery Photographicalisation

Naturally, any mispelling found in this post was dun on purpose like.

 

Mikhail showing off his talent of transmogrification?

Or should that be transfiguration or transmutation?

Whichever; Marissa, Rachel and Duncan are showing elation,

His ping-pong skills and his 007 imitation,

His shady character, driller or a PC at the station,

His snogging with Shirl, gets no castigation,

I think they others may be about to give him an ovation,

Rachel in red seems to like them, offering her beautiful smile,

Marissa in black, sober and overjoyed for a while?

Duncan’s looks suspicious, thinks this might all be an halucination?

Confusing; might there be a table-tennis match invasion?

What do you make of Mikhail’s skills of duplication?

Can it be he’s an alien from another nation?

Is this they see, an out-of-this-world eerie occasion?

Marissa noted, there was no Claret bottles around Mikhails location,

Could this be true, or just an assignation?

So, she nipped into the house, to his work-station…

Blimey! She found another Mikhail, guzzling wine, some were Malasian,

They instantly formed an affiliation,

Got sozzled, with a healthy enjoyable determination!

Inchcock Today. Tuesday 8th November 2016 He was feeling better today…then…

Tuesday 8th November 2016

In Maltese: IT-TLIETA 8 Novembru, 2016

So early yet again, I woke in a panic this time at 0130hrs! Not the foggiest idea what for or why I was in a panic, but, I was. A most singular sensation it was. It soon evaporated and was replaced with the need for a WRHD session. I dismounted the wobbly £300 second-hand recliner and to the wetroom porcelain. I think I can stop the diarrhoea tablets now, things improving it that department, but the bleeding started again. What’s the odds the Senna will be started again soon? Hehehe!

Got the Desiree potatoes and crock-pot vegetables on the go. I did this now, in case I got peckish early again, with all this waking up in the early hours.

Made a little list of things to do when Deana arrives later. If she has the time that is of course.

Took the medications and made a mug of strong Co-op 99 tea.

Got on with WordPressing, and sorted the photographs ready for finishing pf yesterday’s diary. Eventually started this one off.

0555hrs: Back for another WRHD session. No bleeding this time.

Checked the Google Calendar and did some Facebooking for a few hours.

Deana called and got the new phone going for me bless her cotton socks. She got it going, put on the lousest ring tone and cancelled it taking messages. Checked that it was preventing witheld numbers coming in too. There is a facility t obar specific numbers, but that will need investigating later, whenh I start to get used to the things workings. I have to use four Ni-MH batteries (Whatever they are like) in it and have to get some spares and a charger it seems?

Hunger came over me early, so I got the stewed steak and gravy, two potatoes and the Crock-pot vegetables ready and ate it with some Sourdough Bread to soak up the gravy.

A lemon yoghort amd a Cox’s apple to follow.

Spent hours preparing graphics for later use, and felt alright for a couple of hours or so.

Then it hit me, the return of the grumbling innards!

Hot flushes, dizzies, spots and marks appeared all over me face and arms… Oh dear?

Computer off, I couldn’t concentrate any more.

Just flaked out in the £300 second-hand recliner chair and felt sorry for myself.

Hey-ho!

Inchcock Today- Not a good start to this Monday 7th November 2016

Monday 7th November 2016

In Norwegian: Mandag 7 November 2016

Having had to get up at 0015hrs for a WRHD session, stubbing my toe and the stomach churnings, coughing and runny eyes, try as I may, I could not get to sleep again. Yet felt so tired and weary, weak. Shivering a bit occasionally.

Took a painkiller and swig of the ulcer medicine and spent an hour or two on the Computer Word compilation.

Off for another WRHD session then made a cup of tea and had a dizzy spell, first one for ages. The eyes seemed to be running a bit and drooping, as I typed merrily away. The cracked lips started to bleed. In fact, my many ailments appeared to be getting more ingravescent as the day went on.

Another dizzy caused me to check that I had on the wristlet alarm.

I have always loved taking a shower, but this morning, although I realise it is far too early to take a shower yet (0255hrs) for fear of disturbing the neighbours with the noisy water pump mechanism, I am not looking forward to it in the least?

I pressed on with WordPressing, graphic making and then onto Facebook. Concentration is not okay.

Received a notice from Nottingham City Homes. They are turning off the water again on Tuesday 15th November, between 0930hrs and 1700hrs.

Bless um!

A nice long shower and change of togs and off to visit Olive. She was not very well at all. Her family were looking after her and calling each day. I collected some jars to go with mine to the bottle bank, and she asked me to post a letter for her.

Got wrapped up well and nipped out to take the jars to the recycle bins, post Olive’s letter and called into the Community Shed. Where I found both Obergruppenfurheress Julie and Standartenführeress Deans both in.

I informed them of Olive not being too well this morning and in much pain. I asked if they knew of anyone who was a bit useful at setting up landline phones who could help me with my new one that had call blocking facilities, but I was a little lost with how to set it up. Deana said she would call to see me tomorrow.

Back to the flats, having a gossip as I passed the bus stop. Readied myself and out back down for the bus into town, where I planned to call at Jessops to look at the chairs, PC  World to find out what’s what with the data retrieval and get some Sourdough bread from Tesco, Oh, and Aldi to get some Rice-pea snacks.

Caught the L9 bus and dropped off on Upper Parliament Street, walked up Huntingdon Street and to the Aldi store. Got some deli Peasnacks – not a good idea me getting a different flavour, later found I could not eat them, too hot. I can give them to Deana tomorrow, she and Julie might like them. A jar of beetroots as well.

Walked through to the Victoria Centre Mall and to Tesco’s. Got some cooked chicken legs and a Sourdough loaf. To the other end of the centre and into Jessops to look if they had any suitable chairs for the computer for me. One chair seemed perfect, but it was £299. Some on show were up to £899 each!

As I walked up the stairs to the top floor, I took this photographicalisation from the third-floor window on the stairwell. Clinton Street in the distance. There seemed plenty of shoplifters about this morning.

I decided it might be best for me to order a chair from Amazon? But they might need erecting? Confused myself again, now.

To the end of the mall and towards the stairs onto the street.

Took a photo through the dirty windows of the walk-over, of the birds on the rooftops, the crows were after them, and they kept flocking off together and returning.

Suppose the crows are tiring them out so they can gobble up a few of the weaker pigeons?

As I came to the top of the stairs down to the street level, it was a depressing site.

Flaking walls, rubbish all over and at the bottom liquids of varying types stagnant and stinking?

Then to the ridiculous, absurd and expert liars at the PC World establishment. I inquired at the KnowHow Desk. The chap was supposedly working at the desk, was spread-eagled over it nattering to his mate visiting him about something. I explained everything again: I’d been hacked, bought a new computer (Foolishly from you), your bloke told me they would retrieve what data from the laptop they could and let me know what’s what.

When you delivered it and set up the printer, the block said the old laptop would have to be sent to Birmingham to be done and would let me know later, I paid him an extra £90 for this.

A week (Last Friday) then I called here and asked if there was any news about the job. The youth told me they could not access the laptop to get at the data and needed me to buy a data disc (£35) and they need the password. Supplied him with both. He said his boss would get it sorted by tomorrow for me and I could call Monday to collect it.

It is Monday, andI’ve called to collect it!

“Oh, no man!” Says the whippersnapper to me. It’s got to go to Birmingham…

After the hassle and being conned and lied to by United Carpets, then British ‘Do-as-they-like’ Gas, now PC World have a go at confusing and messing me about!

I politely told the teenager that PC World ought to be renamed Farcical World! He didn’t bat an eyelid, just stared blankly through me and said nothing? 

Bemused, I made my way to the bus stop outside the Boots store and awaited the arrival of the last L9 bus.One passenger was shouting down his mobile phone for fifteen minutes and getting on my nerves after the PC World crap, I was not in a good mood at all. Eventually, he roared to the poor soul on the other end: “I’ll ‘ave to go, batteries dying youth…”

One passenger was shouting down his mobile phone for fifteen minutes and getting on my nerves. It was all the worse cause we were on an electric bus and blokes rasping voice could be heard and suffered by the other passengers.

After the PC World crap, I was not in a good mood at all. Eventually, he roared to the poor soul on the other end: “I’ll ‘ave to go, batteries dying youth…”

I just could not stop myself, I clapped and said, “Hurrah, at last!” The expressions on other passengers faces told me they wanted to cheer too, but the bloke, a big one, turned and gave me a stare that indicated his displeasure and hatred for me! I foolishly stared back at him with contempt on my face. Good job he didn’t get violent, I’d have got marmalised!

I blame PC World for causing my moment of frustration and intolerance!

He gave me a lingering look, and I gave him one back as I got off the bus, which was not a good idea on my part: Cause I missed my footing as I alighted and nearly went over. Still, it gave the big chap a smile as the bus pulled away. Hehehe!

In the flat, WRHD session, a bit of bleeding there, and got the dinner prepared much earlier than usual.

It was a feast too, apart from the under-cooked chicken legs that is. Everything else was tasty.

Drained now, after getting up so early again.

Tsk!

I opened the box that the phone arrived in: Look at this!

I’ve Whoopsidangleplopped again I think. Don’t remember the thing looking like this when I ordered it?

A blooming good job I’ve asked for help in setting it up, innit.

Space-Age Inchcock? Hehe!

I left it in the box in the hope that someone can start from scratch.

Did the washing up, the stomach had calmed down nicely now.

The sky looked a bit different than of late tonight. Mind you, it has forecast temperatures will fall to -4°c!

Great, now the storage heater in the front room is not working! Twiddled with the controls without any success. I’ll have to mention this to Deana tomorrow, if she gets here, she’s a busy gal.

I got myself well wrapped up, jammies, dressing gown, bedsocks, woolly hat on and slippers.Gogglebox on and what a comedy the attempted viewing was tonight.

Gogglebox on and what a comedy the attempted viewing was tonight. A few minutes, nod-off a few minutes repeatedly until I gave up and got me head down around 2100hrs.

Woken in a state of panic, at 0130hrs, wide awake again!

Inchcock Today, stomach rumbling Sunday 6th November 2016

Sunday 6th November 2016

Spanish: Domingo 6 de Noviembre de 2016

Stirred into life again at 0115hrs, infested with a state of high anxiety and feeling rather capricious. The anxiety, due to the urgency of the need for a WRHD session. The capriciousness, I’ve no idea why.

A bit disappointed in not remembering any of the dreams I’m sure I’d been having. Especially after recalling so much of the night before’s. And the struggle to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner was not easy, cause it only went part the way down this time, Hehe! 

Again, like Saturday morning, the stomach played up after the WRHD session. 

By gum it was cold this morning, the kitchen thermometer was only 54°f. I thought as the kettle was started, that I could hear the wind, but realised it was the hot water tap I’d left running on full. Made a nice mug of Co-op 99 tea, but had to return to the porcelain for a WRWW.

I decided to get the washing done and collated the gear to take down to the laundry room. Got some clobber on, a box of recycling rubbish along with the bag and down to the foyer. There was still only one lift working this morning.

Took the box out to leave at the caretaker’s door. This made me wonder if he was alright, I’d not seen him for a week? Got the washing machine going on the short mode and returned up the lift and had to have another WRHD session again! Still, no bleeding from anywhere and the knuckles I’d singed on the oven were healing up very nicely. Hell of a thirst on me, so I made another mug of tea, but didn’t feel like anything to eat. The stomach still grinding away. Might be a good idea not to take a walk up to Aldi like I’d planned to do later. Best keep myself within a short distance from the Porcelain today, I thought!

Down again to the laundry room and moved the stuff into the dryer – oh dear, someone had not cleaned out the filter again.

Naughty! Still, it might have been someone who used the machine last was unable to bend down and do it? Or perhaps an idle old bugger? Hehe!

So I cleaned it up and got the dryer going on the extra-dry option. Back up again to the apartment, and got the medicationalistic requirement tended to.

I had to do the Enoxaparin injection into the tummy this morning. No bother, I’m lucky with not having any fear of needles or hypodermics (Trypanophobia).

Fair enough, mind, I do have fears of Deep Water, Women (Gynophobia), Walking on Snow & Ice and suffer from Ophidiophobia (Fear of snakes) and Spheksophobia (Fear of Wasps). I’m not too keen on politicians either. Would that be Politicophobia?Hehe!

Returned down and collected the dried togs and cleaned the filter and surfaces. Up to the flat again and, you’ve guessed it, to the porcelain! Put the clothes away.

Time for the medications took a diarrhoea capsule with the regular morning tablets.

Did some more updating on the diaries and some more graphicalisationing.

Got the urge to open the kitchen window now it was light, and I hung out of the above and took a picture straight down from the window, and to the left and down. I told you I was feeling in a capricious mood.

On the first one on the left, lower centre against the wall of the flats you’ll see a rectangle that sticks out from the building. That is out foyer come lobby. Just thought I’d mention it if anyone comes to visit me. That reminds me, I’ve had an idea for a graphic of Duncan (Robertson), my friend who came all the way from Birmingham and helped me out last Sunday with the computer and printer problems. I’ll get it done now.

Back in a bit.

Phew, that took some time, but I really enjoyed doing it. I shan’t show it on here yet, in case Dunc might like to use it on his https://madhatters.me.uk/ site, or whichever.

Did a Morrison order for next week.

The rain came down a bit, so no chance of me going out. Little concerned about my innards imploding as they rumble merrily away again.

Did some Facebooking and graphicationalisationing. Worked on the WordsToUse file for over three hours.

Got the fodder ready.

Pork Frikadellens, herbed potatoes in oil baked, tin garden peas, beetroot and eggs. Sourdough bread.

So tired and the stomach still churning away, I tried to watch some TV, but nodded-woke for hours.

Had a sweven, in which people were queuing up for advice from me, as I sat on a cloud at a desk, with guards armed with water pistols, leading individuals to the office in the cloud, they would ask their question, and I really felt that I answered each one without hesitation. This seemed to go on for years and years, but I grew no older, when one of the many asked “What is the meaning of life” I’d answer; “If you knew that, life would be forced to cease to exist”. Eventually, I had a tea break and phoned my brother-in-law Pete, asking him to make a plaque with this answer engraved on it?

0010hrs: Awoke with a start, off for yet another WRHD session, the stomach churning again, worse afterwards than before.

Whoopsiedangleplops! No chance of getting back to sleep. What with the stomach, me stubbing my toes and then banging my head as I bent down to pick up the toilet roll I’d dropped!

Updated this diary.

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