Inchcock Today: Sat 3rd Sept 2016 – Off to get some Nordic Bacon, it rained heavily. Tsk!

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Saturday 3rd September 2016

Dydd Sadwrn 3 Medi, 2016

0455hrs: After laying awake and dreaming of sleep for several hours, I gave up and dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the porcelain for a WRWW and WRHD session.

Stepping on the scales en route did my confidence a bit of good. I’d lost very nearly a pound from yesterday!

I’m hoping that after the WRHD sitting, it might go down a bit more?

Dang my eyes, after the throne visitation, it was the same weight this time!?!?

A bit cold this morning.

I sorted next weeks medication pots etc. out and got the podded peas on the cook in the Crock-Pot.

Now, they’re at least six peas as I know of, lurking somewhere in the kitchen that I cannot locate for the life of me! One of them shot into the wall behind the cooker and disappeared down the back of it, the others I’ve not the least idea where they might have ended up?

Got the laptop on and finished the Friday post and sent it off.  Started this one and the graphicalisationing for future use. 

Well, well, fancy that Virgin Media internet went down! It hasn’t done this now for at least six days. Humph! After a while, it came back on of its own accord.

Had quick go on Facebook while it was working, got a bit done, but it went again.

So I got the ablutions done, and ready to go to Asda (Walmart) to get some Nordic Style Bacon if I can, and get back in time for the meeting with Lynda at 1400hrs.

To the bus stop outside, it looked a bit rain-worthy. Then it came as I got on the bus. No fellow tenants to talk to today.

As we got into town the rain poured down.

Lots of Nottinghamians got caught wearing summer clothing.That did the trick.

The bright part of the trip out was the Pavement Cyclists were getting soaked. I liked that a lot! Hehehe!

I hobbled down Queen Street and crossed through the Nottingham Beach, on the way to the tram stop.

Taking this photographicalisation of the barren of people beach, eateries and amusement rides as I passed through and over to the platform and swiped my Pensioners Bus -Pass on the machine.

Caught the tram, it was rather surprisingly lacking in passengers, and it soon arrived outside the Asda store.

I avoided the beggar at the top of the steps and made me way down to the shop entrance.

I hobbled swiftly along to the Continental meats fridge and located the NordicStyle Bacon Blocks on sale. They only had three left on the shelf, and they had gone back up in price by 59p. This didn’t put me off and I purchased every pack. Then got some black bags and cheapo minced lamb for the hot-pot to go with the home-made Crock-Pot seasoned vegetables.

After paying for the stuff, I searched my bag for the new umbrella – but couldn’t find it? When I got home later (Very wet!), a search there was fruitless as well? Am I losing it, or is someone or more on the nick?

The tram back into town was even less populously full of with folks?

Got off at  the Theatre Royal, and checked the time. I had 20 minutes before the L9 bus was due.

So, I had a nice walk around Trinity Square, being as the rain had eased off a lot.

Saw these rings and thought of the TFZ gals and took this photograph so the TFZ Angels could decide which they fancy best.

I think that Jilly from Australia will, like me, fancy the green ones mostest!

Then I realised when I got back to the bus stop – it was Saturday – only every two hours on a Saturday, so I had either another one hour to wait, or catch the number 40 bus, which is always busy and drops me off on Winchester Hill and I have to risk life and limb crossing the road there on the hill bend, then a decent walk in the rain, so as to get back to the flats.

Hey-ho.

I caught a 40 after only waiting for 15 minutes. Managed to get back in the now heavy rain to the flat

It soon filled up at the very next stop.

To the flat for a WRWW and updated this diary.

Went to meet Linda at the Coffee Meeting. We both got confused, the more we looked into and investigated the British Gas farce!

She found in one statement come bill, they said they had installed a new machine on July 16th?

My head  was spinning, as she tried to sort it all out for me. Ended up, she kept the folder with all the letters and said she would sort out some quotes for other companies I might transfer to later. I’ve to meet her at 1100hrs in the Woodthorpe foyer on Monday. I thanked her and handed out the nibbles to all there.

Called in to see Olive and update her. She looked just fine today and after a good gossip and gooderer cuddle, I departed.

Got on with sorting the meal out.

Minced lamb stew and fresh minted garden peas.

I burnt the potatoes a bit, but they came out excellent, just how I love them. Crispy skin and very tasty!

I dabbed some Vegemite on them before eating. A 9.6/10 given.

Read the Nottingham book for a while, then settled down (In between WRWW visits of course) to watch TV, channel five all night was the plan. I got up to the second programme ‘Adolph & Eva’, second set of advertisements and drifted off, waking around 0200hrs…

Inchcock Today Friday 2nd September 2016: Odd dream to start the day

Friday 2nd September 2016

0355hrs: Awoke, trying my best to recall a dream I think I was in the middle of. Or perhaps I dreamt dreaming. (I don’t think that makes sense, but the words flowed out so easily I’ll leave them in if you don’t mind?). In a train with people from my past and present, they were all people I’ve never actually met in life, but I knew of and had communicated with, this was printed on the train ticket, the size of a shopping trolley and made of cake and icing? Note at the bottom of each ‘ticket?’: “£5 penalty will be imposed in the event of any passengers eating this ticket” Signed “British Railways”. Each of the folks, all at the same time, started to eat their own tickets… Uniformed men got on the train carrying stomach pumps… They all pointed to me and told them I was the culprit and was an escaped miscreant on the run?… much more took place that I cannot recall, I do remember when they kicked me off at a station they gave me a ticket ordering me to get a haircut, and I must present my Bus-Pass to the Doctors Surgery of my choice within seven days?

Can anyone else remember dreams occasionally in this way with so much minute details of bits of it and big blanks in between? I think I drove off from the station operating a giant motorised pram?

0405hrs: The £300 second-hand recliner chair refused to work at all this morning – I managed with difficulty and trying not to break anything on the seat or me, to get out and scurry shufflingly for a sudden WRHD (Wet Room Heavy Duty) session. Things went well for once. No bleeding from Little Inchy at all, only the tiniest bit from Haem Aroids and didn’t stub my toe on anything at all! Looking good I foolishly thought!

As I was getting the medications out to take, I recalled a bit more of the dreams, no idea how or why.

I was asleep on the luggage rack above the seats in the train, corridor style, couldn’t get down.

That’s all, apart from details of the type of carriage it was.

1930s period, I think? Something like this picture.

Leeks, carrots, parsnip, tomato, red capsicum and podded fresh garden peas prepared for going into the Crock-Pot this morning.

Seasoned the concoction with vegetable stock, mint, basil and a touch of salt and black pepper.

 Got on with doing this diary to here, then made a new header with all the medications on it for a bit of fun.

Set it on rotating header mode, so it comes up at random with the other headers I’ve done before. The nurse on it is the actual nurse from the surgery. An excellent sport and beautiful gal too!

This took me a few hours to get done. Then I went on Facebook with crossed fingers to see if it would let me. It was okay for a while; then I had to come out and restart to get it going again.

Took the midday medications.

Checked the emails. Had a good shower, shave and freshen up.

Off to see Olive. She was radiant and had a twinkle in her eyes today. Had to force me to leave after a chatting and cuddling session.

Caught the L8 circular bus to Mapperley. Nice gossip en route with other passengers. 

Meandered down the hill to the Aldi store. Got some more fresh garden peas, cheese curls and a TV paper. I like this branch of Aldi, that’s twice I’ve been here, and the lady on the checkout was pleasant and didn’t rush me through too quickly – a big difference compared to Lidl, where I think the staff are trained to scowl, sneer and overcharge me.

As I left the store and walked onto Woodborough Road, two Nottingham Pedestrian Cyclists came belting towards me – I fumbled to get the camera out, but by the time i did, they were long gone at the speed they were travelling. Still, I got this van parked on double-yellow lines at the junction.

Walking back down Woodthorpe Road, left into Sherwood Vale, right into Mapperley Rise and on through Chestnut Walk to the flats, I noticed this bush or whatever it is, next to some blackberries in scrubland coming through the fencing. Wondered what they were, if I remember, I’ll show this photograph to Olive when I get to see her next, I think she might know what they are called.

Back at number 72, performed a much needed WRWW (Wet Room Wee Wee). Got the bits put away, and checked the Crock-Pot veg, the put the lamb hotpot in the oven. Feeling hungry early today.

Popped on the scales, popped off of them depressed and not wanting to talk about it. Sob!

Got a phone call as I stood next to the phone. I think it might have been from British Gas, I couldn’t understand much of what the bloke was saying, but the  accent sounded like the last caller that I found out was from British Gas.

I was annoyed with myself again. When I was hobbling down the hill from the shop, I’m sure I had a good idea for a funny post for WordPress, but could I remember owt about them now? No! Humph!

I put the Warden, Deana Walker’s arranged meeting for me to have with Lynda Morton, the ‘Fuel Poverty Advisor’ from Winchester Court onto my notepad – the meeting is for 1400hrs today at the Winwood Hut during a Coffee Session? Must remember to take the British Gas paperwork folder with me, in fact, I’ll put it in me bag now… Done it!

Planned some TV viewing for the night – and watched every programme chosen without any nodding-offs at all! In fact, I turned the TV off to try to get to sleep and ended up putting it back on because I couldn’t get off to kip. Huh! No idea when I did eventually join the land of bliss…

Inchcock Today Thursday 1st September August 2016: Tenants Social Hour today

Thursday 1st September August 2016

Horrible night of the WRWWs. 0310hrs: Gave up on sleeping and got out of the £300 second-hand recliner for yet another WRWW, and decided to get the washing done while it was early enough to ensure a machine should be free to use in the laundry room.

Took the medications while I thought of it, with some orange juice. Then got some clothes on.

0335hrs: Got the clothes ready and went down to get them in a machine.

0335hrs: Laundry room, washing into the washing machine, on the short cycle.

0345hrs: Back up on the lift to the flat.

0415hrs: Back down in the lift and swapped the things into the dryer, in cotton-dry mode.

0420hrs: Back up on the lift to the flat. Laptop on worked on the diaries.

0520hrs: Back down in the lift and collected the cleaned and dried stuff and back up to number 72.

0529hrs: Back down in the lift and fetched the soap and freshener I’d left on the draining board in the laundry room. 

0536hrs: Back up on the lift to the apartment.

Shattered now. Hehehe!

Clothes away, WRWW, kettle on, laptop back on, graphicalising and diary work commenced once more.

Got the nibbles and pressies in the bag ready for the Winwood Social Hour.

Tried doing some Facebooking see if it would let me this time… No problems today, spent too much time catching up, though, had to rush to do me ablutions and get ready for the Social Hour, Tsk!

Called in to see Olive on the way, she was in good form. Kiss and a Cuddle and off I trotted to the Tenant Meeting.

Not many there to start with, and not many turned up. But a good session was had. Frank who’s won a medal, posed for a couple of shots.

BJ arrived, and Bill was there with us. No Eddie today nor Toni, at the start. We knew Eddie had an appointment and would not be here, and Toni bless her got here a few minutes before the end of the session, but the organisers gladly made her a cuppa, I gave her some nibbles and we had a chat.

She was not looking too well today but didn’t complain at all, bless her.

Thin on the ground today, but those who could manage to get to the meeting seemed to enjoy it.

BJ was in fine form too, gave me right going over verbally! Hehe!

BJ and I stayed a bit longer to try and cheer Toni up a bit.

I had to depart to catch the L9 bus into Arnold; I wanted to get the photographs printed.

Called in Asda (Walmart) and got them in the machine, paid for them then got the shopping done. I got some more pod peas, cheese twists, Germolene antiseptic cream (for the boil), Instant mash and some Irish Batch bread. Collected the photos and nipped over to the Fulton’s Food store and got some of their excellent pickled beetroots, and a pack of two Lamb shanks in a mint sauce at £3.99, brilliant value.

To the bus stop and the vandalised bench.

Noticing a person sat on the next bench further along.

Wondered rather ungraciously, if she had been the cause of the damage to the other bench.

Felt so guilty at having the thoughts about the generously sized lady.

Being the only person waiting at the bus shelter, I was soon joined by three girls, two fellows, then a man and a woman, then two more chaps arrived. When the bus came, it was like a scrum to get on first. Tsk! 

The large tattooed lady won, with a cunningly adept and chunky elbow poked into my ribs. But I managed to get on second. Because I think, the others felt sorry for me.

Back at the flat again I called to see Olive, but she was out.

I had a WRWW and got one of the lamb shanks boiling in the bag in the saucepan.

Put the food away and sorted the photographicalisations, and took Franks down to his flat where he dwells with Jenny. No thanks for them either, Humph!

Back to 72 and checked the pan and started the Crock-Pot vegetables warming up.

On the laptop to download the photos and update this tosh.

The meal and medications were taken, with some Tomato Juice, a banana and a naughty Strawberry Sundae.

The minted lamb shank was alright, the vegetables marvellous tasting. The Tangy Tomato Juice was very sweet.

Hope I can remember how and what I seasoned them with for next time I make them, tomorrow I think.

Watched Death Wish. No, I didn’t! I watched DieHard4 on DVD. Managed about an hour before I nodded off, waking up as the time for the New Tricks on TV was due to start, so turned over to watch that at 2100hrs. Got to the first commercial break and drifted off. Woke again, needing a WRWW at 2250hrs and got out of the £300 second-hand recliner without any hiatus and tended to the call of nature – stubbing my toe en route. Huh!

Sat down again and was soon in the land of nod proper-like.

TTFN.

Inchcock Today Wednesday 31st August 2016:

Stirred at 0500hrs: The dreams involved me on the floor of a garage workshop, having my body cut up by several people wearing frogman suits? I kept complaining about their ripping off bits and limbs instead of using knives, they said: “You should try this job with gloves on!” I, kept apologising?

Thoughts of what the day may present came to mind. Got to see Deana about the British Gas farce, around 0800hrs. Got to go to town to get a spare battery for the doorbell. The Morrisons delivery is due 9>10 o’clock and the cleaning gals are due this morning sometime. 

0530hrs: As I disentangled myself from the £300 second-hand recliner chair, I assessed the ailment present this morning: Arthur Itis only seemed interested in the knees, leaving the hands feet and arms relatively free from attack. Anne Gyna was also giving me a nice break. Haem Aroids was a bit aggressive, and the Bum Boil also tender in the extreme. Even the Hernia was easier than yesterday. So no reason to complain yet today.

Took a while finishing off the Tuesday diary, by which time it was only a short while to the meet with Warden Deana. So I had an ablutions session which was satisfactory. Only one cut shaving, Haem Aroids not bleeding, Little Inchy, neither! Used the Carbolic soap today.

As I got ready after the wetroom duties, the sleeveless jacket was found to be still smelling badly of smoke from the Papplewick visit the other day. So, I used the new jacket and put the old one in the washing bag, not sure if I can wash it in the laundry room machine safely or not I’ll ask Olive or one of the hygiene ladies later.

Off to the Winwood, Community Hut to see Deana and or Obergruppenfurheress Julie.

Passing the bus-stop, I noticed tell-tale signs of a yobbo visitation sometime last night.

Although, on closer inspection, I saw what looked like a Champagne bottle smashed on the roadway next to the bus stop. As opposed to the usual lager cans.

Perhaps the place is now attracting the Hoorah Henry breed of yobbos now?

Hehehe!

Carried on and found Deana and Obergruppenfurheress Julie both in the Community Shed.

She decided I had to pay the British Gas Account, being as they had already sorted my direct debit out with my bank and added the two accounts together in the number of the mystery one we never found!

I asked her to email them again with my displeasure and state of health over the issue and their handling of it, the lies told to Deana and me, there not telling me in the first place when I initially set up the account that I had two-meter readings. And, it was no good me searching for a cheaper and more reliable supplier like they suggested, as by setting up the new account I am already in £359 debt, and no company is going to accept me in these circumstances, so, again they have looked after only themselves.

A bit dejected, but coming to accept things, I returned to the flat.

The Morrison man arrived, nice chap, took the bags through to the kitchen for me. I put the things away and now have an overflowing fridge and freezer once more.

The twp M&C cleaner ladies arrived and set to sorting things. Had a nice chinwag and laugh in between. Gave them some nibbles and paid the cleaning bill.

I got ready to go into town and get the battery as a spare for the door-bell, a 23a 12v one.

Caught the bus to town after a friendly gossip with some tenants at the stop. In town, I went straight to the Wilko store and after many minutes searching, I had to ask an assistant where the batteries were kept. No idea what the girl said, but luckily she pointed in a direction, and I went in it, and found them. They had just one of these left on the shelves, so I nabbed it, at £4 for the tiny thing.

Doing well with my angina and arthritis this morning, I plodded into town, where I took some photographs and had some odd thoughts as I did?

To the Slab Square and the beach and fair.

The rides were being used more today, and the beach was too.

I noticed they had put up new posters, with the Nottingham Beach Rules plastered in many locations around the area.

No Alcohol – No Smoking – No glass or sharp objects and No dogs.

Children using the beach, paddling pool and bar must be accompanied by an adult. (Not sure if the kids are allowed a beer at the bar? Hehe?)

Do not leave rubbish on the sand. (Not sure if they are saying they can leave rubbish somewhere else?)

Any food consumed on the beach must be purchased from the beach units on site.

Most importantly: Have Fun!

At the top end near Market Street, I took photographs of the general area.

Looking at these later, I noticed the disabled scooters and pavement cyclists, the mobile phone walkers, the drinking coffee as they walk folk, why I even saw two cyclists using the road and few pedestrians too. Hehe!

I had a walk around for a while to kill some time until the bus was due to leave. I came across this sign outside one of the Loan Shops, Speedy Cash. I even got my reflection in the photograph.

A lot of places were selling cash from various nationalities. The post office, Rapid Loans, The Money Shop, Instant Cash, Payday Loans, Everyday Loans, Cash2go and H&T Pawnbrokers to mention a few.

As I plodded towards the Queen Street bus stop to get the L9 back to the Flats, Upper Parliament Street was clogged with buses, thought I’d take a photograph of them for you to see. This must be a regular thing because I didn’t see any of the drivers getting uptight or cursing.

They just looked resigned to it?

Got on the bus, the only passenger until we got to the next stop and the bus soon filled up, I noticed Bill (William in Sundays) in the queue and took this piccy as he got on the bus last of the newcomers.

He sat next to me, and we had a good chinwag en route to the flats.

A splendid chap is Bill. He’s 86 now, and it seems hard to believe at times. He can be very sharp minded and comes out with witty putdowns at will.

As we got there, Bill even reminded me of the Tenants Social Meeting tomorrow!

Got in 72 and a WRWW was enjoyed, despite the agony of passing it. Hehehe!

Got the nosh on the go, the vegetables were all ready, I’d left the Crock-Pot going while I was out, and just like the cleaning gal said it would be, it was all right! Got the beef and potato meal in the oven.

I transferred the photographs from the camera onto the laptop while the meat was cooked. Turned it off and dished up the fodder.

Exquisite it was too. The garden peas leeks, mushrooms and parsnips that I had done in the Crock-Pot seasoned with Bisto beef granules and basil, actually went well together.

And I have enough of the veg mix left to reheat and use tomorrow.

Had a read of the oldies book, and came across this I thought was both humorous and apt, in the ‘It’s good to be old section’: ‘You can buy clothes now, and know they will never wear out!’ Haha!

Put the goggle-box on and watched the thing for four hours without falling asleep, going for a WRWW or WRHD! I did pass an inordinately large amount of wind, though! Possibly, due to the Crock-Pot vegetables?

2300hrs: TV off and head down and amazingly nodded off without any problem!

Then up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner repeatedly from 0130 to 0300hrs for WRWW’s.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today Tue 30 Aug 2016: No celerity today!

Tuesday 30th August 2016

Woke and rose at 0425hrs: Realised I was not wearing the alarm wristlet and panicked, trying to think of where I’d left it was no use, I was in such a pickle and state last night… weary drained and in pain.

As I fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, the pains from yesterday were still lingering around my bloated body-mass. The boil was still tender, the Anne Gyna letting me know she was there, the knees were hassled by Arthur Itis. However, the hernia was far less of a bother. Still feeling weary, overdid it yesterday I reckon.

The only thing on my mind was, where is the Alarm Wristlet. I tried to recall logically; I was on the laptop when BJ phoned to ask me to go to Papplewick… so I searched the desktop, no red and white alarm wristlet found.

Into the wetroom and searched all over, nothing found.

To the laundry bag, felt in the sleeves of the two tops to see if I’d taken them off forgetting about the wristlet. Nothing found.

All coats on the hallway pegs, inside the shoes, on the floor, Nothing found.

Kitchen, checked the bins drawers, cupboards food storage areas, Nothing found!

Front room; Took the covers off both chairs, got the torch and looked under both of them, cabinet, all drawers checked, rubbish bin checked. Nothing found.

In a state now. I shall have to throw myself on Deana’s mercy and pay for a new one then.

Took the medications, and had a stand-up wash and shave, it was still too early to make a noise using the shower.

A quick check around in case the alarm might be somewhere visible, nothing found.

0730hrs: Got the laptop on ready to do yesterday’s diary and… there, right next to the left-hand side of the laptop was the Wristlet Alarm! It was turned inside out, and the red and white parts were hidden under the black elastic. I probably turned it inside out in a rush to get it off when BJ rang me yesterday.

Now, this might sound like an excuse for my failure to see it, especially as this was the first area I looked in? It is.

But the joy of finding it after only three and a half hours of searching for it was incredible!

Much Facebooking and graphicationalisationing followed.Rang Deana

1115hrs: Rang Deana to see what time she would be calling, then I could work out finding time to get to the shop for some fresh vegetables hopefully before the buses stopped at 15oohrs. Deana was busy covering for holidays at another complex on Sneinton or St Ann’s I think she said. Told me to call and see her in the morning at the Winwood Community Shed early.

I’ve got a Morrisons delivery coming twixt 0900>1000hrs, the wonderful cleaners arriving twixt 1000>1100hrs, and I need to get to town for a new doorbell battery somehow. I’ll try to get to see Deana EASP, although I don’t think the talk will take too long. I’ve got to pay this second-meter bill now I reckon. But would like it, if when the bill is settled, she can help me sort out a new supplier for the electricity. I’d like to know why they kept lying to Deana telling her often, that the mystery meter account had been closed then make it into my main one?

Deana is up to the neck in work normally, but even more so now, poor gal.

Did some light ablutionisationing and got ready to go to the shops, thought I’d call to see how Olive was on the way out. She told me not to pay the British Gas bill and to cancel the arrangements they have already made without me being aware of until it was all done. And tell Deana I was not going to pay. She (Olive) was in goodish form today, bless her. She told me where the Aldi store was on Woodborough Road that I could use by catching the L8 free bus.

A peck on the cheek and quick pleasurable cuddle and I off I poddled.

Caught the L8 and got off up the hill a stop too early, Humph! (I can’t take myself anywhere Hehe!) Plodded up and right down Woodborough Road to the Aldi shop.

Got some leeks, sunflower oil, porridge pots, cheese topped cobs, vine tomatoes, red pepper, 3 bananas, cheese twists and the thing I went for, some fresh pod garden peas. The lady at the checkout was so different to many of the till operators and did not rush me through too fast, bless her.

Split the stuff into two bags, and walked slowly back to the flats, well, it was downhill nearly all the way. Made a slight detour into the woods to look for wildlife to photograph. I didn’t see any, just as well, I’d forgotten to take the camera with me.

Good job olive told me about this shop, it’ll come in handy knowing I can use the L8 bus up the hill, and get some gentle exercise walking back down after buying my fodder, in good weather anyway.

Got back in the flat, WRWW and WWHD tended to, put the nosh away and back for another WRWW?

Got the kettle on and weariness overcame me. I put on ‘Diehard with a Vengeance’ DVD, and nodded off for so many minutes here and there, I gave up with it. Tried watching the TV and the same thing happened.

Got reading the war book and that seemed to do the trick… nodded off after two chapters and hearing a noise from somewhere, I know not where… next thing it was 0500hrs when I woke, having missed the evening medications again! Humph, clot and  !

Inchcock Today Monday 29th August 2016 – Bank Holiday

Monday 29th August 2016

0230hrs: Stirred and battled to free my bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRWW. I felt I’d been dreaming, but could recall nothing of them, Tsk! Took the medications, thinking it was around 0500>0600hrs, then realised is was only 0240hrs. Got the laundry things together and set off down to the laundry room. Popped outside, and I took a photograph, of the end garages.

Back to the flat, and got the cleaning stuff to take down with me later.

0320hrs: Back down and moved the clothes from washer to the dryer, had to clean the filter first, some naughty person who last used the machine had not done so. But I don’t mind, it could well have been a tenant who could not bend down to get to the filter housing box. Back up to the apartment. Started the laptop and finished off the Sunday diary.

0420hrs: Down again to the washing room to collect the laundry… I’d left the bag upstairs, so, back up again and got it, returned and got the washing out and sorted. Cleaned the filter and wiped surfaces and sink area down.

0445hrs: Back in the flat, but the clobber away, some in the airing cupboard, some hung up. Kettle on for my first brew of the day.

Had a WRHD which went comfortably well, but I could hear an odd noise in the wetroom while on the throne. Not the gurgling sound that sometimes comes from the shower drain, not this time. Best describe it as a mechanical chuntering? Reminded me a bit of a distant steam train engine? I solved this by taking out the hearing aids.

0545hrs: Got the laptop on again and finished the Sunday post off, and started this one, did some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. Then onto Facebooking.

0940hrs: Facebook getting jumpy and slow again, Tsk! Made a mug of tea and pressed on.

WRWW and the mystery noise was still there in the Wetroom?

BJ rang and asked if I am I interested in going to Papplewick Pumping Station? Jumped at the opportunity I did, despite my not feeling very good or well! (Bad decision!) He’ll collect me outside in the front around 1230 to 1245hrs. So I got a shower and shave quickly, and got myself down and in the foyer by 1215hrs.

Got chinwagging with some residents there, and solved a few world issues. Hehe!

At 1225hrs I went out and walked up to the corner at the end of Chestnut Walk and waited for BJ to arrive. My hernia was playing up badly. Henceforth this ruined the day for me.

At 1250hrs BJ rang to say he’s on his way.

At 1305hrs, BJ arrived with David in the car and I struggled to get in and join them. Off to Papplewick Pumping Station we went. Very busy and crowded it was too. BJ had to park hundreds of yards at the back-end of the field where the car park was. He dropped me off at the front and I wandered into the trees to be fascinated by them.

The three of us, BJ, David and me entered the site of Papplewick Pumping Station and going down the steps at the entrance I pulled at my hernia and that ensured pain for the rest of the day and night. Tsk! Destroyed a lot of the pleasure of actually going out somewhere, thanks to BJ’s kindness. When the ulcer started to join in, I was terribly unhappy.

Within minutes of having a walk, I got the dizzies! They left my sat under some trees and wandered off.

Glad I remembered the camera, though. If it wasn’t for the ailments attack I’d have loved it here.

Standing and Arthur Itis in the knees was not happy, sitting was just as painful as I tried to get into a position to avoid the haemorrhoids, the new boil on the bum and the hernia! I did feel horrible Hehe!

After a while, I decided that slow hobbling was the best defence, and had a walk around the wonderful lake. Mallard ducks and many miniature boat enthusiasts were out today.The weather was perfect too. I wish I could have appreciated this better.

The weather was perfect too. I wish I could have appreciated this better.

I kept limping along though and came across this old Morris (I think) Motorcar on the driveway.

I spotted BJ and David at the end of the site near the boiler room and made my way towards them, but, they had gone by the time I arrived. My arthritis, piles, earlier dizzy and the bum boil made sure of this as they steadied my hobbling to a minimum rate of knots.

Yet still, I found some enjoyment as I wandered slowly about trying to find them. Which I did an hour or so later, outside the cafeteria nibbling away. I joined them, luckily the garden benches had a slatted wooden top with one missing, and that suited the boil and piles to a tee! I got the crossword book out and they were gone again.

I limped to the mini-train station and found BJ sat gossiping to his mate there, and I joined them. David had a run on the  train then BJ joined him and I waited in the bushes to take a photograph of them as they returned. I got some waves as they noticed me.

David wanted to go on the bus trip to the waterworks and I went to the bus with him and saw him off and waited until he returned, as we dare not leave him on his own. Watched some jugglers while I waited for David. Took him back to BJ when he returned all excited, he loves buses and travelling on them bless his cotton socks.

The petrol driven engine was in use today. All the staff are volunteers, with a lady, seen in the first picture behind BJ both having a crafty fag, this lady was obviously in charge, she loved BJ.

I had a hobble to one of the steam sheds with mining memorabilia on the walls. Seen them all before, but they are still of interest and stirred the long memory.

My hernia was getting worse than ever, and I made my way to find BJ and David, to tell them I was going back to the bench under the trees.

I soon found BJ still with the woman in charge and smoking at the mini train loading station.

I thought I’d take a clandestine photograph, but as you can see in it, BJ was not pleased! Oh dear!

Met up and BJ said time to go, so we went to the gatehouse and BJ kindly reminded me about giving them my new address.

Eventually (It takes BJ so long to say cheerio to his many friends, kissing and hugging the females [They all love him so – but I’m not jealous hehe] and shaking hands with the blokes. I must remember not to introduce him to Olive! It was 45 minutes before we got out of the place.

BJ kindly left me at the front of the car park while the fetched the car. We were soon on our way, the boil being the worst offending of my ailments on the journey.

Being late leaving, BJ had to collect his other half and was in a bit of a state about being late. So I asked him to drop me off at the end of the road, which he did.

The pains seemed to all get worse as I limped the few hundred yards to the flats, this would have been cause I was getting weary after a long day I expect.

I called in to see Olive first, and we had a chinwag and she told me off for even thinking about paying the British Gas bill. But, they have already taken the money and changed my direct debit, so what could I do? She said to go to the bank and cancel it! Still, in pain and now even more confused, I had a cuddle and kiss and back to number 72.

The first job, for a WRWW, then got the medications and took extra painkillers, then pain gelled the knees and ointment on the rear end and boil. I’m thinking it must be a boil, the pain is just like one, but I could not feel anything sticking out when I applied the cream?

All in all, I was shattered, done in!

Managed to get some nosh done, all in the oven, easier that way.

It looked and smelled good, but I cnearly fell asleep eating it.

Got the washing up done, and settled to watch some TV.

Nodded off.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 28 August 2016: What’s a Pork Dewlap? I know now…

Sunday 28th August 2016

0400hrs: I burst into life struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and for a WRWW, no signs of aWRHD yet. As I performed at the porcelain, bit of a dream came into my befuddled brain. Something about my being chased up a mountain… at the top was a McDonalds with Nigel Farage serving? I hid in one of their walk-in fridges and found David Cameron inside playing the fiddle or violin and singing The Horst Wessel Song while eating ice-cream from a German Helmet? Weird or what?

Got the Crock-Pot going with some vegetables. Mushrooms, yellow peppers, turnips, swede, carrots and peas. Took the medications. made a cuppa and got on with finalising the Saturday Diary – it depressed me reading what I’d written already! Sad innit?

The need for a WRHD disclosed itself, so I responded. Little Inchy leaking a bit, Haem Aroids too, Anne Gyna being fair with me, Arthur Itis a bit bothersome and a new pain near where I had the hernia operation, but nothing like the pain then. Summat else causing this?

Spent too long on laptop WordPressing, so I need to make sure I get my ablutions done before Jane and Pete arrive. I think it was 1130>1230hrs they said they’d be arriving.

I updated the British Gas post and got into the shower room and done my ablutionisationing.

Took some jars to the recycling bin.

Titivated a bit around the kitchen, and took the rubbish bags to the chute. Olive came out as I was coming back. She popped in with a Birthday Card for me. Bless her dimples. I walked her back to number 68 and we had chin-wag and cuddle. She had received a photograph of the family ladies party (Top of this page) she went to. And she liked it!

On my visit to see him last week

I called in next door to make sure that Norman was in, he was, then I nipped back to 72 and got the other LPs and took them to him.Some bad news here, the day before yesterday he went shopping and fell over as he got off the bus. Eventually, he got help and an ambulance took him  to the Queens Medical Centre A&E, and they sorted him out, with great patience he told me. Then they ran him home.

Some bad news here, the day before yesterday he went shopping and fell over as he got off the bus. Eventually, he got help and an ambulance took him  to the Queens Medical Centre A&E, and they sorted him out, with great patience he told me. Then they ran him home. His retention bag burst when he fell, and he was so embarrassed, but everyone was nice to him. As is befitting for such a grand old chap! I’ll call to see how he is feeling later, and tomorrow.

 1130hrs, Sister Jane and Brother-in-law Pete about due anytime now. Hello, their here…

Gave them a cuppa and gorrum sat down and chinwagging ensued.

They got me a book, for my birthday, and a lovely towel with a cunningly sewn on ‘Bates Hotel’ sign. I got them to adopt a suitable pose for me: I think they deserved an Oscar for their instant acting without a script! Hehehe!

I gave them their nibbles, pussy cat treats and theatre binoculars.

Janet looked very fit and young, Pete is still scared of shaving properly (I’ll cop it later, for saying that now! Hehe!).

Farewells and off they trotted. Sad to see em go.

I satisfied the call for a WWHD session and got the fodder prepared.

I have to say, without any doubt, this was an even betterer dinner than the previous bestest! Rated 9.5/10!

Think that the black bean sauce and extra mushrooms made a difference this time. Ate the lot of it, but only had one slice of the bread with it.

The Nordic Style bacon with herbs is so tasty! Somehow the fat in it doesn’t taste like fat? Honestly! I will not be jumping won the scales again today. (Ahem!)

I looked up on the net to see what pork dewlap is.

I saw this was in the contents of the jar of Polish Bigos I’d bought.

Similar to the Nordic bacon block as seen above in the fodder photo?

I got the TV on and at last, after so many nights, I nodded off and stayed off!

Woke many hours later, at 0230hrs, and decided to get the rest of the laundry done.

Inchcock Today Sat 27 Aug 16: British Gas hassle again, but Olive was in super form!

Saturday 27th August 2016

Such a bad night, got off around 0300hrs I sprang awake again, I say again because I kept doing this all through the evening and it was very annoying.

The last springing awake was at 0445hrs, and I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner in minutes. The TV was still on, the mug of orange juice spilt all over the carpet and Ottoman, seeing the British Gas envelopes on the writing table brought me into a new deeper depression for a few minute, and a dark thoughts-inspiring black sense of doom loomed.

By the time I’d WRWW’s, took the medications and made a strong brew, amazingly I felt more like my old self and cheered a bit? I felt like a different person had woken up in my place? A possibility of my going bonkers here you know. Hehe!

I bravely popped onto the scales – and was cheered up instantly!

And this weighing session had taken place before any WRHD had taken place too!

One and a half pound down on yesterday!

Yeeha! Took the other readings then: Sys: 180 Dia: 85 Pulse: 79 Temp: 36.2. For some reason, the pulse figure had a flashing icon displayed on the side of it?

It was very nippy this morning, the thermometer on the kitchen wall was showing 56°f when I noticed it yesterday is was on 64°? Come think of it, though, I did turn down the heating level after I got the email telling me I was in debt to the tune of £375.30 now with British Gas yesterday.

The lump on the head from yesterday’s Whoopsiedangleplop had gone completely. Still no signs of a WRHD being needed, however, there were some rumblings and stabbing pains from the innards. I put this down to my rather disastrous meal last night.

Got a Pingback on me link to the British Gas link for yesterday, but can’t find out how to get to it? Can anyone help me, please? I’ve clicked on the red circle in the Posts list, but cannot get to any comments? Is a pingback a comment?

I clicked reply, a box came up for me to comment in, but could not see any message?

I think my confusion, lack of education and senility are not helpful, I’ll just have to do me best with them!

Got sidetracked and un-podded the pod peas into the Crock-Pot, added a bit of salt and demerara sugar and got them cooking for later. Got the idea for an ode to insanity come to me, and got on with making it before I lost or forgot the idea.

Then, I sorted a week of medications doses. (Found some escaped peas as I did so. One near the drawer and one in the sink, Tsk!)

Still awaiting the bubbling, churning, tender innards as it prepared to let me know when the WRHD was due. Anytime now I think?

Got the idea for an ode to insanity come to me, and got on with making it before I lost or forgot the idea. Struggled on and got it done after a few hours of graphicalisationing and composing.

Damnations! Two more letters from British Gas. Down my spirits go again! Looks like I’ll have to pay, despite so many people advising me not to, I don’t think I’ve had the will-power not to or will be talked into it if I talk to BG, just to get rid of the hassle?

Got some more LPs found for Norman, nibbles for Olive, and set about having a grand shower and clean-up. The drain in the shower threw up water afterwards?

Called at Norman’s, but he was not in or could not hear the bell. On to Olive’s and she was in fine form. A gossip, she had a look at the British Gas letters and told me not to pay; everyone seems to be telling me this, but it looks like I’ll have to now. Olive applied some pain gel on my less accessible bodily parts for me which was lovely of her, Bless her cotton socks.

A good chinwag and cuddle then I was off back to the flat.

In the kitchen making a brew and I tried the binoculars out and saw a wood pigeon in the trees in the copse across the way.

So I got the camera out and took some shots of it. They didn’t come out as well as I would have liked, I couldn’t make them any better. But the bird having its ablutionisationing session cheered me up. And the forecast storms did no appear.

Feeling a bit flat with things… well, the British Gas farce now.

Got the daily fodder prepared.

It was super after yesterday’s failed efforts. Roast potato cubes with herbs, fresh garden peas, mushrooms, beetroot, cabbage-onion-pepper mix with garlic and pork loin.

Lemon Drizzle and a tiny apple for afters. I had some cheese twists afterwards, but I won’t mention that. Hehe!

Did the pots, sat down to watch some TV and watched some TV! Too much TV, I just couldn’t get to sleep again for ages. Tsk!

Life is but a Daily Competition – A guide for those of you who are not yet senile

Forgive this little ditty; I know it’s not got class or erudition,

I know it’s a bit of an uneducated disquisition,

So this is the position of my exposition.

Entitled: Life is but a Daily Competition

The fight to extract my mass from the chair each morning,

The £300 second-hand recliner, it dangerous take-warning,

It’s a bit of a gamble, will be dead or functioning,

Will I get out in time for my ablutionising?

Usually not, so follows medicationalising and sanitising!

Take the tablets, do the medical checks too,

Important this, when one’s decrepit and seventy-two,

BP, temperature, pulse, just a few you have to do,

Creams, lotions, pain gel and new aches for you,

Hospital, doctors, clinic and chiropodist appointment due?

Check what day it is, or you won’t have a clue!

There’ll be plenty of things for you to misconstrue,

Things to forget, not remember, it makes you feel blue,

Getting things wrong is easy like you’re on Autocue,

Leave the tap running, heater or lights, there’s more than a few!

From decision making, you will find you eschew,

The red Gas Bill demand will be overdue,

What day and time is your next health assessment interview?

Singing to yourself, ‘Jealousy’ and  ‘A Boy named Sue’,

Knowing the words surprises you,

But you won’t remember, what’s needed next to do,

The name of your neighbour or grandnephew,

The number bus you need or when it is due,

Or, where you put the letter from the Inland Revenue.

Try to find your hearing aids, pen or glasses, but you cannot,

Get people’s names wrong and feel a right clot,

Forgetting where you were going, you’ll do that a lot,

Or getting there, no idea why and lose the plot,

Dropping things all the time like the teapot,

Bottles, coins, medicines and anything hot,

Arriving at the surgery, and wondering for what?

Repeatedly telling folks the same thing like a parrot,

Most of what you utter will be complete tommyrot.

Falling asleep anywhere or time without any fuss,

Often in a waiting room or on the bus,

Waking up at the depot, feeling ridiculous,

You’ll find your hands and fingers less dexterous,

Delicate parts of your body become fugacious,

Redundant, saggy and then none exitatious,

You’ll lose the urge to be flirtatious,

But gain the urge, to be grumpy and vexatious!

Inchcock Today Fri 26th Aug 16: Not a Good Day at all, apart from Olive looking good!

Friday 26th August 2016

0405hrs: Gae up trying to sleep and struggled out of the not-working-again £300 second-hand recliner chair and to off for a WRHD. Not a pleasant experience this morning.

Took the medications with some orange juice, and got the things ready for the laundry room visitation. During which the first Whoopsiedangleplop of the day took place.

I was reaching into the cupboard and had a little dizzy spell, and caught the stack of storage bins and over they went!

What a mess!

I believe I might have said something like “Oh, dear me, fancy that!”

Clean it up as I muttered some obscenities.

0425hrs: Down to the washing room and got the machine going. The place was in a bit of a state. Back to the flat.

0505hrs: Down to the laundry room and got the clothes into the… wait for it… New Drying Machine! At last, after waiting for about nine weeks, we now have two dryers again. I was surprised to see it was a similar model to the one that conked out, and they could not get the spare part to mend it cause it was so aged? The drum appeared a lot larger on this one. Got it going and returned to the apartment again.

An hour to wait so I got the vegetables prepped and in the Crock-Pot. Fresh garden peas, tomatoes, carrots, peppers, onions, turnips and parsnips. I added tomato puree, salt, vegetable seasoning and then added some Oregano – Whoopsiedangleplop number two here: The lid came off the Oregano pot, and the contents all went in me vegetable stew!and 

I said something like (Not really, though, it was something a little more vitriolic) “Oh dearie me, I seem to be having an error-ridden morning, ah-well!”

0605hrs: This was quickly followed by Whoopsiedangleplop number three. I started to clean and clear properly, where the bins had fallen earlier and clouted my head on the draining board as I bent down.

0615hrs: Checked the Crock-Pot, tried to get out as much of the Oregano as I could, and went down with some cleaning stuff to the laundry room to collect the washing. Titivated around and cleaned the soap in slots and trays and filters that had not been cleaned. Felt quite proud of myself at this point.

0625hrs: Back once more up to 72, opened the door, and boy did that Oregano pong! Stunk the place out.

I opened the window in the kitchen to let the aroma out.

Took a photo while hanging out of the window.

Can you spot something out of order in the picture on the left?

Naughty person. Hehe!

Put the clothes away, one pair of trousers had shrunk that much, I put it with the other stuff in the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop bag. I’ll take the bag down today, it’s nearly full now, mostly with things that have shrunk… alright then, things that no longer fit due to me increased flobby-body mass. Tsk! This encouraged me to get on the scales that were nearby… but that is a horror story you can do without. Ahem!

Made a cuppa and got the laptop on and set about finishing the Thursday post and starting this one.

Tried some Facebooking. Not too good, sticking a bit, but I got some done.

Did my ablutions, and called to see Olive on my way out. She was in good from considering, and this cheered me up no end.

Went to see if I could contact Deana bout the British Gas cock-up. She was not in today.

Caught the L8 bus into Sherwood and went to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop and unloaded the bag of clothing.

A lot of emergency vehicles running about Sherwood today.

Nipped in the shop and got some mushrooms to add to the Crock-Pot… the over Origami’d Crock-Pot. Got two cheese cobs as well.

Caught the bus back up to the flats and had a good chinwag with some other tenants en route.

The view from the kitchen window was very nice.

Not going to last long, though, I’m afraid.

Forecast heavy storms for tomorrow.Got in to find two letters in the box from British Gas!

Got in the apartment, to find two letters in the box from British Gas!

They had closed the proper account and made the …67 one, a new report adding £253 to the total making me in debt now for £375.38.

Confused now, I went on the internet to email Deana, and found she had sent me a copy of BG’s last email sent to her yesterday!

You can find this here: Updated British Gas record It’s a long detailed one. This addition is at the end of the post.

She will not be available to see me until next Tuesday to discuss the outcome and what tactics to adopt. Just my luck – holidays again! Tsk!

Put the fodder away, took the late medications and added the mushrooms to the Crock-Pot.

Updated this post and went on Facebook. Still sticking a bit, telling me I had not finished commenting when I had?

The food in the Crock-pot had to be sorted, to get rid of some of the juices. I added a tin of beef to it after draining and added a bit more black bean sauce, to weaken the Origami taste. NO! I  mean the Oregano taste. Hope it is eatable as a stew with the cobs when I get it sorted. Tsk!

Well, I have to say that it came out as the most horrible tasting meal of the year! A failure of epic proportions, even after my assiduous day long efforts!

Within minutes of foolishly finishing eating this monstrous so-called edible creation, the stomach was rumbling, bodily winds were escaping from all extremities, and I felt that along with the dissatisfaction and worry of the unfair British Gas charging me affair, these should have been sufficient to ensure my suicide.

But, being a coward, I decided against any such intentions and put the goggle-box on, fell asleep and dreamed of me being pursued in tunnels by just about everyone.

Around 0200hrs, I sprang awake and struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and went to the door of the flat… why I did this I had no idea? Feeling rather foolish, I wandered between the door and the recliner chair a few time hoping the reason for me waking and going to the door might return to me. It didn’t, so feeling uncomfortable with my state of sanity, I climbed back into the recliner and spent an hour or so wondering what I might have been intending to do in going to the door?

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