Inchcock Addresses meeting of Brexit Remain Citizens

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The meeting took place at the closed down after the arson attacked Sewer Lane Sports Arena in Nottingham.

Inchcock told reporters before the event: I felt so sorry about the outcome of the Brexit Vote, and particularly for the supporters of the Remain campaign. I felt it my duty to cheer the up as best I could. I asked the Nottingham City Council if they would allow us to use the Sewer Lane stadium for my encouraging lecture.

Micheal Steedenski offered to become my campaign manager. Well, he understands things like this, and he only asked me to buy him one bottle of Claret in payment. I thought this was so generous. Mr Steedenski asked if it could be a bottle of Henri Jayer Cros Parantoux, Vosne-Romanee Premier Cru, adding, it is produced from grapes grown on a 2.5-acre site, this Burgundy and said to be full-bodied and rich”.

Not knowing much about wines, I agreed and send out my part-time carer, Grizelda to buy a bottle. She returned three weeks later with the aforesaid bottle of Claret.

Had I known this bottle of French Burgundy is collector’s item and cost £4,894, I would not be living in Council emergency accommodation now, although I have always like camping in tents.

I thought the lecture went well.

A youthful looking Duncan Robertson (94-left) was designated to report on the meeting.

He also took a job as a paid in whisky  temporary bouncer when offered him by Danny Soz, the local gang leader and Treasurer for the closed sports arena and Lager Addiction Support Group of South London.

Full Report from Mr Robertson follows:

As Inchcock rose to address the depressed crowds, his arthritis twinged ad he fell back into the chair. Shirley Blamey (Claret pourer-outerer to Mr Steedenski) rushed forward to make sure the chair wasn’t damaged and asked the crowd please not to laugh so loud, as she had a hangover.

Amidst the laughter, Inchcock involuntarily passed wind violently and started his lecture.

“Friends Romans, Countrymen, is it… No, that’s not right” he muttered to himself, he regained his composure and continued, despite the catcalls, jeers and demands for him to Go Forth & Multiply from his audience.

“We, the Remain supporting voters, the logical ones, the compassionate ones, need not have feelings of defeat, although of course we have been defeated, I know, but we got a bigger percentage than any Government in Ireland has ever been elected with…” Ms Blamey called out above the other hecklers “This is England yer pillock!”

“I know it is” he replied.

“Well, you said Ireland!”

“Did I, perhaps I meant Island?”

“Yer what?”

The well lubricated Mr Steedenski burst into song “♫ Oh Island in the Sun, born to me by my father’s hand…♫”

“Ah”… declared Inchcock, “Now yer talking, Harry Belafonte great stuff he made and sang mate!”

A natty-hatted good looking young (19¼) Frank Sinatra fan in the crowd took offence at this and charged the stage to try and get at Inchcock as Mr Steedenski slipped off his chair in a heap on the floor.

This pleased the crowd, and much cheering took place. They gave up trying to revive Mr Steedenski, stopped Inchcock’s bleeding nose and lips, and he continued once again with his lecture:

“The presence of naughty not nice innuendos is not to be tolerated within our Remain armoury – instead everytime something rises in price, taxes increase, immigration goes up, pensions get pegged, free bus passes are eliminated or when the Outer Mongolian Tugrik is devalued, we can blame the Vote Leave shower for them!”

At this, a mob of Remainers who had sneaked in at the back of the hall through where the door once was, lurched forward, and mayhem ensued. Fighting, spitting, kicking and scratching, the blood flowed, people panicked and just as Shirly was lighting a spliff too, this caused her to drop her S.T. Dupont Paris Lighter – Ligne 2, Yellow Gold Diamond Headed lighter and the flames made things worse.

The Bouncer’s were having a great time.

A mad rush for the exits followed, and the fighting lessened, much to the chagrin of Danny Soz, Duncan Robertson and Shirley, who were enjoying it.

Outside the police fire brigade and ambulance crews were there in number, they soon had the culprit under arrest, thanks to the evidence of the many eyewitnesses who fingered Inchcock as the aggressor and instigator of the riot.

When Inchcock was released 5 months later, Mr Steedenski told him of an excellent idea to promote himself again – he should become a lecturer for the Remain Voters, and he had already booked a hall in advance and had checked it with Shirley, but would need another bottle of the Henri Jayer Cros Parantoux, Vosne-Romanee Premier Cru, as payment.

He had hired the Olympic Stadium in Athens.

Inchcock is currently taking stock of his situation, as he has a Cardiac procedure, Knee replacement operation, Duodenal Ulcer treatment, Haematology assessments, bladder problems and he’s fell in love with a lady at his flat complex, Olive.

Inchcock Today – Tue 12 July 16: Hectic, rainy, Whoopsiedangleplop ridden day. Worn me out well!

Tuesday 12th July 2016

Good Morning!

0400hrs: Reluctantly I woke and lay thinking of things needing doing today. Got to see Deana about the British Gas repeated overcharge at 0830hrs, Clinic and INR blood test appointments, pick up the prescriptions from the chemist and so on.

The £300 second-hand recliner chair shuddered in response to me pressing the button to for it to be lowered so I could get out of it for a WRWW+HD visit. All okay on this first visit.

Breakfast today

Kettle on and took the medications, titivated the kitchen and back for yet another bothersome WRWW (Wet-Room Wee-wee).

Ablutions carried out.

Laptop on and finished the Monday post.

Another quick WRWW (Had a few of these today) and I started this one off.

Checked the emails and then got myself sorted out for the walk to see Deana at the community shed. While doing this, I remembered a bit of a dream I’d had I was again being chased, then found myself drowning in a gravy dish and was quite happy about it, eating a giant sausage as I departed life?

Deana sorts out the mysterious second meter charge from the French-owned British Gas for me. Many Thanks Deana! X

Deana, one again contacted the French-owned British Gas con artists and liars for me. in an effort to sort out why I keep getting charged for the electricity from a meter that does not exist!

Only took her around 30 minutes this tie, before they told her they would close the account (Like they told her on June 7th).

I thanked her and nipped back to the flats, wondering how long it would be before I get another demand for the £245 to be paid from this imaginary meter?

The Fresh Fish van was outside of the building, and Olive was getting some, so I joined her and got some smoked mackerel fillets. Walked her back to her flat and had a gossip.

To the flat and updated this twaddle.

It was soon time for the walk to Carrington and the Doctors for the INR blood test, then I must get the prescriptions from the chemist, then to the clinic, and try to get some yellow tomatoes from somewhere.

Dropped the rubbish bags down the chute, then down the lift to the lobby, buy was it raining!

Under umbrella shot – Chestnut Walk

Walked own to the bottle bank with me four empty pickle jars and wind-proof umbrella up.

Took this photograph from under the brolly from the end of Chestnut Walk outside the flats.

The road looked more like a canal! Hehe!

Carrying the bag and balancing the brolly was difficult – in fact it ensured that my back was soaking by the time I’d got to the surgery! I still managed it in around 38 minutes though.

The nurse soon did me blood test and we had a chinwag too. Gave her the nibbles and set off to the Chemists to get my prescriptions.

Then to Lidl where I got some very naughty jars of cured pork, dried onions, Bananas and tomatoes and a can of Citrus Air-Spray. (Not the yellow ones, they were from Spain and I knew they would taste bitter). The gal on the check-out dropped the can of spray and the plastic top broke. She told me to fetch another can form the shelves… but a young chap in the queue behind shot off an got it for me. Thanked him, good of him that!

Then got even wetter, as I had to carry two bags now, and the brolly was too much for me to handle and cope with.

Cor Blimey it rained!

Caught a bus on Hucknall Road to the Clinic, a further soaking as I walked to the building. I entered to find from the grumpy receptionist bloke, that my appointment was for next week, not this! Whoopsiedangleplop and embarrassment again!

Caught the bus back into Carrington and another one on Mansfield Road back into Sherwood. Got wet once more as I walked up the hill and over the pelican crossing to the bus stop in the hope that a bus to the flats would be coming soon.

Luckily one was due in five minutes… then, Whoopsiedangleplop number two occurred as it arrived. I made my way forward and the right ankle gave way, but very luckily I say… as I went over backwards, a lady behind me caught me and stopped me hitting the deck. Thanked her profusely and got onto the bus, red-faced and wet!

Another soaking yet, when I got off the bus and walked to the flat’s foyer. The rain was vicious now.

On the lift up to the flats, a bloke carrying a little dog, got on with his missus and another woman. The other woman did not like dogs coming into the complex at all, she told them dogs are barred other than guide dogs, and generally let her feelings be known about it – quiet an exciting altercation and lift journey really. I thought about it after they had all got off on a lower floor and I continued up to the twelfth. If someone had had to give up their pet dog to come into these flats, it would surely be a benefit to them to see the dog occasionally? Then I thought, what-about other people who gave up their dog and then see someone else’s? I didn’t mind, it was a friendly little thing well under control?

The chemist parcel dwarfs the other stuff.

Onward, well, upward to the flat and WRWW session.

Put the things I’d bought away.

The bag of medications dwarfed the fodder I’d bought. Hehe!

As I put on the kettle to make a cuppa and take the midday medications, the rain stopped suddenly completely?

Thoughts turned to what I was going to have for my meal. The cured pork with a salad tempted me. Then I remembered the unwanted smoked mackerel I’d accidentally bought earlier that has to be used up. Then I thought no, I fancy some of the cured pork, then I thought, should I be using up this fish before it goes out of date, then I looked at the fish and there was no date on it? Then I decided to make my mind up when it comes to making the repast. A long word came to mind, ‘Procrastination’ that should be my middle name! Haha!

Updated this diary. Then went on Facebook and checked the emails.

Cabinet ready for sorting

Olive’s grandson has just arrived with the second wet-room storage box all made up for me and put it in place. Super that, thanked him and asked if I could give him some money in appreciation, but he wouldn’t take any.

I can get in touch with the caretaker, if he’s off his mobile and I can find him, to hire him to do the painting of the bare wood for me now. Then I an sort out what is to go where and make use of the cabinets that Roger has so kindly done for me.

View from sweet Olive’s bedroom.

Went to visit Olive. A lovely chinwag and bonding session… lovely sojourn in happiness and bliss. Despite my feeling a bit drained with the days activities. A hug and cuddle and I had to depart back to number 72 flat.

Took the evening medications.

Got the fodder on the go straight away, while I was still awake, reckon I did a bit too much today. Still, the dizzies stayed off.

Fish nosh tonight

Had smoked mackerel, fish sticks, fishcake, last of the pod peas, pickled egg, roast onions, onion rings, apple, the horrible tomatoes from Lidl and the last dessert.

Half way through I got a phone call on the landline. By the time I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner, the caller rang off.

Settled back into the grinding chair, and back to the meal. The mobile rang. It was the doctors surgery. The results from this mornings INR Blood Test were back. Far too high at 5.9, and they needed to tell me not to take any Warfarin tonight, and gave me the dosages for the rest of the week.

I told them I’d just taken tonight’s doses, she said start by not taking any tomorrow then. I manipulated myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner and wrote them down.

She then made my next INR appointment for 0920hrs Tuesday 19th July, then reminded me I had the cardiac appointment at 1010hrs on Wednesday 20th July.

Thanked her and mounted the now not operating £300 second-hand mechanical recliner chair.

Started to watch a DVD, James Bond’s Octopussy, but didn’t get to see the ending, even after several nod-offs and rewinds.

Sleep came easily tonight.

Inchcock Today Mon 11 Jul 16:

Monday 11th July 2016

Segunda-Feira 11 de Julho de 2016 (In celebration of the Portuguese Win)

0455hrs: I came slowly to life instead of the usual jumping awake I’ve been doing of late, Anne Gyna was being so naughty and bad to me.

Manipulated my way out of the £300 second-hand refusing to work and stuck in the up position recliner. Feeling weary.

Off to the wet-room for a WRWW and WRHD (Wet Room Wee-wee and Wet Room Heavy Duty).

Not as good an experience today,

Anne Gyna still painfully at play,

Had to clear Haem Aroid’s blood away,

The overnight twinges decided to stay,

Buy hey… I’m still here again today!

Last night’s Fodder

I thought I could still taste last night’s fodder?

Feeling a bit drained, especially as I am usually perky in a morning, concerned me seriously.

Amazing, I felt so good when I got me head down last night too?

Feeling a bit drained, especially as I am usually perky in a morning, concerned me seriously.

Concentration not right. Gloomy type weather outside, gloomy type forecast inside. Hehe!

Made a cuppa and took the medications and got the laptop on to check appointments on the Google Calendar. Glad I’ve got the wrist health alarm on, not feeling too good actually. Still, I think things will get better, I’m sure… he said fibbingly.

Poor old thing!

WordPress for a while updating and the shakes came over me. (Not Johnny Kidd And The Pirates, Shaking all over mind! Hehe!) On the bright side, no dizzies yet, and a good job too. Hope I feel and look a bit better when I call to see Olive later.

Glancing in the mirror earlier was enough to tell me I ain’t right this morning – pale, drawn and misty eyed… so, nothing new there.

Did some graphicationalisationing for use later. Then much Facebooking followed.

Carried out my ablutions and got the paperwork ready to see Deana about the French Owned (Now you know why I was so glad that Portugal beat France in the Euro Final!) British Gas bill that has arrive for the second time – after them telling Deana last time that the account would be closed and no need to pay it! Have you seen the advertisement for their Boilers on the TV? They’ll probably send Del Boy to fit it for you!

I went down and out to the Community Hut to see Deana or Obergruppenfurher Julie for help, but nobody was there. Back to the flats, and noticed a washing machine was free.

So, up to the apartment and got the washing down an into the machine to operate using low mode.

Then back to the Community Shed, but, it was still barren of personages. Being a Monday, I imagine the girls are very busy.

Back to the flat for a WRWW, and got down and transferred the clothes into the dryer.

Olive in her flat today – Very nice!

Back up the lift and visited Olive, she was in good spirits and blooming this morning.

She had a peep at Michael Steedenski’s book wot I got. She thought it was rubbish. But don’t tell Mr Steedenski anyone! Only joking, Mike!

She did the massaging in of the pain gel in the areas I couldn’t reach for me again, bless her. She then rang Dean and arranged for me to see her in the morning at 08:30hrs, about the horrible, lying, nasty, French-owned, British Gas bill for Electricity. Confusing innit?

We parted with a cuddle and snog, and I went down to collect the laundry.

Back up to 72 again, WCWW’d, then called BJ to tell him I would not be able to accept his offer of taking me to the launderette tomorrow.

Made a cup of char and laptop on to update this.

Got a call from the Doctors surgery, they want me to make an appointment to see Dr Vindla when she gets back from holiday, about some problem with the CHD blood test results I took last week… or the week before, whichever. So I made one for Wednesday 2oth July at 10:10hrs there and then. More hassle to come medically? Humph! Put it in the Google calendar.

Started to create a new funny post for WordPress. Finished the daft post and got it posted off.

Sweet & Sour sauce, roast potatoes & parsnips with chicken – Tasty!

Got the nosh in the oven and on the hob.

Fatigue suddenly dawned once again, and I felt so drained.

Ate the wonderfully tasty dish of fodder, put on a DVD of Black Books TV series, and then proceeded into a pattern of five minutes wake, two minutes asleep, have a WRWW, that lasted for hours.

Hey-ho!

Inchcock – Rambles aimlessly on about his life today… and on, and on….

Preponderant in my nature is both procrastination and being demoralised, inveigled, persuaded, conned, swayed, unbalanced, flustered and unhinged by people of great confidence, but with an even greater lack of empathy, pity, education and genuine knowledge.  

I missed out on education myself, partly due to life’s circumstances and a complete lack of interest shown by my parents. But to be fair to Mother, she was busy being chased by the bookies and police most of the time to bother with my learning difficulties.

Not once was I greeted after school and anyone asked me “What did you learn today?” Again, to be fair, Mother was on the run, and I had to get home from school and get the fire grate cleaned and a fire laid in readiness for Dad’s return home from work. Not that I was allowed to actually light it until he did get home. Dad always thought it a waste of money and coal lighting the fire for only one person. Then get his dinner for him and clean up.

Another job I had, was (Once a week or fortnight sometimes) getting the tin bath in from the railway viaduct wall in the yard, and drag it into the front room. Get water on the boil on the four stove rings and on the fire. Dad would have his bath first, of course, calling occasionally to me to fetch more hot water, or to stoke the fire, as he would soak for an hour or so in front of the fire. My turn came and I had my bath in his dirty water.

But nowadays, 66 years later, I am in a Nottingham City Homes Independent Living Apartment for the elderly.

Conveniently on the twelfth floor, but they provide a bus service, Mon-Fri four buses out of town and four buses into town. Sat two buses out of town and two buses into town. Sun’s none at all.

The bathroom was nice, but I had problems getting into and out of the bath. The City Homes people assessed my needs and agreed to convert the bathroom into a Wet-room with shower. Losing the bath I thought I would miss, but I knew (Because the City Maintenance expert told me I might be without a bath for up to four days during the fitting) the shower would soon me ready. And it was, fourteen days after they started doing it!

But I love the shower now and don’t miss the potentially critical climbing in and out of it!

Now I’m in this flat, I feel more dynamic and full of life and have rid myself of the pigritude.

My sequaciousness remains, though.

I decided that investing in a new recliner chair would be of benefit for me. After many months of searching for one that I didn’t need to take out a mortgage to buy, I espied a notice on the wall of the lobby area in the flats.

It was on sale for £300 this second-hand recliner chair, by a chap in the next block of flats. I bought it, then had to pay the caretaker £20 for him to bring it to the flat for me.

About the fifth time I used it, the mechanism was stuck half-up, half-down and I made a right mess getting myself out of it without injury. But now I know that I have the excitement every morning of not knowing if this second-hand £300 recliner will be half-up, half-down, up or down and will the mechanism be operational?

Good job I didn’t get rid of the old chair, they now reside next to each other for when the second-hand recliner plays up, so I can transfer back to the wobbly-legged imitation brown leather armchair like.

I have now completely lost the plot of what it was I was going to put in this post.

As Tome Jones sang: ‘It’s not unusual’.

I no longer have the feeling of xenization amongst others, and that’s good.

I no longer have feelings of hatred… apart from towards United  Carpet who ripped me off, French-owned British Gas who continue to charge me for two meters, violent people, Pavement Cyclists, People using disabled parking bays and parking on corners, Tony and Cherie Blair, George Osborne, Racists, George W Bush, electricians, carpet layers, Wayne Rooney, Taxi drivers, Coffee shops, bigots, Bankers and market investors, telemarketers, cold callers, Politicians, used car salesmen, car mechanics, murderers, blackmailers, perfectionists, pickled walnuts, the Argentinian football team, the death of Austin motors and buses that arrive late/early or do not arrive at all.

Just thought I’d mention it like…

Inchcock Today Sun 10 July 16: Seemed to be going alright – then, Anne Gyna ruined the day. Tsk!

Sunday 10th July 2016

Sonntag 10 Juli 2016

0415hrs, Woke full of memories of some of the dreams I’d had. All seemed to involve my working in shops, all had elements of truth and actual events from my past, but distorted?

The £300 second-hand recliner allowed me out of it, and I got to the porcelain for a Wee-wee of great magnitude. Unfortunately, Little Inchy was bleeding again. Clean him up and applied the Cortizone cream. However, the other ailment were nice and calm this morning, Anne Gyna no bother at all, Arthur Itis not bad at all, Haem Aroid not bleeding, Hand wrist and arms, even the shoulder was okay… I was worried about this believe it or not. Hehe! The stomach was grumbling a little bit, but not badly.

Through the Kitchen window, 0705hrs

Made a cuppa and took the medications.

The view from the kitchen window revealed a nice sky. Mind you, I thought it was a bit cold today.

I’d got skinny legs again?

I realised then why it was a bit cold, and why my legs were so much easier at this time. I had not got any jammies on, and, the usual swelling of the legs had diminished, in fact, I could say that they were almost skinny!

Do you like the pattern on the undies I’m wearing? These were the one where I made a Whoopsiedangleplop when purchasing them. I thought I had bought ‘Loose fitting size XL’ – in fact, they were  ‘Loose fitting size XXXL’ I didn’t even know you could buy these in this size? When I pull them up the elastic waistband is just under my nipples! Hehehe!

Skipped into the living room (Well, I say skipped, more a sort of limped but not as bad as usually), and got the laptop on. Set up today’s page and finished the Saturday one and got it posted.

To the wet-room and did the ablutions, very nice shower again, used the lavender soap today.

Looking good this morning…

Went out of the door with me shopping bag to go to the new shop in Sherwood… went back in to collect me hearing aids. Out again, then back in again to pick up the camera. A bit windy outside this morning, but only around the flats. Wobbled up the footpath

Wobbled up the steep gravel footpath to the park, halfway up I turned and took a photographicalisation of the flats, note please the bright sky, for later it changed suddenly.

Limped down the footpath and down onto Mansfield Road, the tootsies were aching already?

Over the hill and into Sherwood, and the new Budgen Store. Very poor selection and even more expensive than the Co-op was! I got a packet of roast spuds that was on offer. 

Core-blimey did it go dark suddenly!

As I came out of the store it suddenly came over all dark, and I was convinced it was going to belt down with rain.

But minutes later the sun was out again?

Walked back up and over the hill and right into Woodthorpe Grange Park on my way back to the apartments.Folks were

Folks were talking about the sudden but very short twilight period earlier. One bloke, I heard joking about he thought the aliens had arrived. Hehe!

Back to daylight now!

By the time I’d taken a look at the dogs with their wagging tails and got to the top of the park the sunshine had seemed to have settled on again.

Very odd.

I shuffled down and back to the flats, calling in to see Olive on my way. He Grandson was there. Had a few word and a joke with her, she had not noticed it when it came over dark? Said I’d call back later and returned to number 72, wee-wee’d, made a cuppa and got the laptop back on and updated this tosh.

Did some Facebooking, took the midday medications and had another cup of strong tea. Blooming Facebook playing up again… Tsk! So annoying innit?

1515hrs: Well, off to see how Olive is. See you later folks.

Back again 1620hrs: I’d called to see her but got no answer, returned to the flat, then went back again and she was in fine fetal. She’s fell asleep earlier, but now awake and in good form too! A good gossip later, and I returned to 72 in good spirits.

Watched the Euro Final. Not that I wanted either team to win at the start, but after the referee let some of the French players get way with some fouls, and Renaldo being injured and off, my sympathies laid with Portugal. I was still surprised when they did win.

Anne Gyna started kicking off after the match, and an unpleasant night ensued.

Inchcock Today Sat 9 July 16: Fantastic, got to visit Olive today!

Saturday 9th July 2016

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Stirred into life and did my best to recall some of the dreams I’d suffered during the night. Definitely, I was being chased again, but not by the vague riffraff I usually am, this time, it was Royalty doing the pursuing, no less! HRM and Prince Charles led the mob, with of all people, Princess Margaret with a  fag on in the mob behind! They were throwing things at me that turned into long toothed wasps as the neared me and I soon had more blotches and stings than skin! Uncertain of how or why, but I ended up in a cellar, hung around the neck and I was hanging from a thick rusty iron ring on the wall?

I thought about the needs of the day. The Morrisons order coming twixt 1000 > 1000hrs, with some flowers for Olive in thanks of her massaging me aching areas. Hope they don’t get crushed. And the Mike Steeden book-of-poems is due sometime today according to Amazon.

Then it dawned on me the mess around me. I was again half in, and half out of £300 second-hand recliner, the fodder tray still on the chair next to me (Well cleared of the food I might add), spectacles luckily, unbroken on the recliner between my arm and the side of the chair, the TV remote between my legs, the bottle of Pentax medicine lingering precariously on the arm of the seat… I reckon the dreams might have got to me a bit maybe?

I got out of the now working £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the wetroom for WRWW and WWHD duties – and found I’d left the light and fan heater on all night! The stomach rumbled and grumbled a bit after using the porcelain.

To the kitchen to make a cuppa and take my medications and found a full pot of evening pills near the kettle. Had I or had I not taken last nights doses? I had no idea. But, with the arm, right wrist and shoulder, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Rea Flux all giving me a good start to the day, I wasn’t complaining. I felt a different person this morning, more alive and active – then carried on with the day fully expecting some Whoopsiegangleplop, hiatus, disaster or calamity to present itself later. It always does when I feel like this, I could be ten years younger with how I feel at this moment? The mind seemed inaniloquent with the thoughts that were racing through it. I had ideas and images that I know nothing about or understand wandering about in my head?

Got the laptop on and diary work done, started this one and then did some Facebooking. Four hours later I’d finished on Facebooking.

During this time, I had to wee-wee about eight times… oh dear!

The rain started pouring and has not stopped since.

The Morrisons delivery arrived.

Olive’s flowers looked alright.

Put the food stuff way.

Stored the Roses in the box they came in, in the dark hallway to take to Olive later.

Made a cuppa and got on again with WordPress reading.

Hello, the lights just flickered a bit then… Back to the WordPress reading and commenting… More flickering from the lights!

Got a lot of graphic work done over the next few hours, then did some more Facebooking.

Tittivated me up and nipped to see Olive in her flat, took her Rose Bouquet with me. She was feeling a lot better today I’m glad to say. Made me a cup of tea and we had a lovely chat for a couple of hours.

A kiss and cuddle goodbye, and I sadly returned to flat 72.

Got the days fodder going, but I was not overly keen on the resulting plateful.

Looked okay, but didn’t go down too well, perhaps it was the stomach that started rumbling and grumbling just before I began to dig into it?

The expected burnout and fatigue dawned, and I was no use for much then. I just sat there in the £300, sometimes works, second-hand recliner and daydreamed for a while, about Olive mostly.

When the urge for the throne appeared rather suddenly, I was lucky to make it in time, as the shuddering £300, works sometimes, second-hand recliner wasn’t too interested in letting me get out of it! I don’t think it will last much longer… mind you, I might not as well and also! Hehehe!

TV on, as there were several programmes of interest on tonight that I wanted to fall asleep watching.

Inchcock Today Fri 8th July 2016: Big arson fire in Nottingham, forgot to collect the prescriptions, little walk about and Olive did me a massage… Wonderful!

Friday 8th July 2016 – Vendredi 8 Juillet 2016

0600hrs: Jumped awake and in a right state physically and mentally. No idea when I’d nodded off last night, but for once I’d turned off the TV. Around me as clung precariously off the £300 second-hand recliner that refused to budge to let me out, but I got there. Hehe!

No eating or drinking today, before the CDH tests.

Update the diary.

Did the ablutions and took the medications with tap water. Getting ready and all set when I spotted a fire about two miles away down in the Basford area.

 

Found out later, that apparently, 16 and 17-year-old yobboes have been arrested for arson and endangering lives. I wonder if they will get a fine to be paid out of their dole money at 50p a week?

The rain was falling, so I put the bag in another bag and placed them in another bag. Made sure I’d got the nurses nibbles and umbrella with me.

As I departed, the rain stopped.

Soon arrived at the surgery for the 0830hrs appointment, another bloke as there waiting for his CDH checks as well, as it was not yet 0830hrs, we had to wait outside for ten minutes.

We were admitted, and the nurse called me in for the tests. During which, I was informed not to take so much sugar, I’m far too heavy, the pasty look on my face is probably due to me taking too much sugar in my foods, I must take urine sample with me again on Tuesday’s INR blood test arrangement and I can only expect the right arm hand and shoulder to get worse and she will make an appointment to have them looked at later. I thanked her, gave her the nibbles and departed!

Walked to the launderette and gave Mandy a laugh telling her about it, and gave her her nibbles.

Then on to the Lidl store. Got two cheesy cobs, sweet and sour sauce and some sweeties to top up the nibble store supplies.

Then did a little Whoopsiedangleplop as I tried to get on a bus back to Sherwood, and the driver threw me off for being too early. I did feel a fool! Hehe!

So I walked it back instead, being, as the feet and knees weren’t feeling too bad at all. (They were by the time I got back. Huh!)

The walk went okay until I got into Sherwood, then the plates started giving some gip. I got into Woodthorpe Grange Park, not many dog walkers around, or even Pavement Cyclists either.

The rain held off, and I took a photographicalisation of under the chestnut trees near to the pitch and putt course.

I thought it came out alright?

I might try to add a figure of yours truly and a TFZ gal to it later for a bit of fun if yer know worra mean like.

The legs and feet were well aching by the time I got down the gravel hill path and back to the flat. Wee-weeing being the most necessary activity when I got in.

The fire was still going!

I made my first cuppa of the day (No nibbling, honestly!) Then sent a copy of the fire I took to the Nottingham Post for them to use if they wanted to.

Laptop on and updated this twaddle.

Must try to get some Facebooking caught up with, and then get to see how Olive is getting on.

Realised another Whoopsiedangleplop had taken place – I forgot about collecting the prescriptions from the chemist earlier! And there I was next door at the launderette! Sad innit?

Got some Facebooking done.

Then got another demand in the post from British Gas fro the electricity bill I got on June 4th – which Deana had phoned about and after a long time talking, told me not to pay it and we got advice that the account was closed on 8th June.

Popped in to see the excellent Olive she was watching Wimbledon on her good sized TV. I bet she can read the subtitles on this one. Hehe!

She looked at the letter, then sorted my pains by rubbing in the pain gel to areas I could not reach myself, for me.

Bless her cotton socks.

I departed and went to the Community Hut seeking help. Julie was in not Deana. She called up British Gas and spent ages getting nowhere with then. They asked for the meter number, so I was sent back to the flat with a key opener to get in the box outside the apartment to find it.

I took a photo of the number on the meter. Returned to the Community Hut with it, and Julie again phoned them. This time, they told us that there were two meters in the box – which there wasn’t! Also, that one meter is on economy 10 and the other one on the standard rate?

I asked if they were lying last month or now? They had told us not to pay the bill then???

Then they rang off while Julie was waiting again listening to the music!

Julie shot off home, telling me she would ring them again on Monday – oh dear!

Back to the flat again, had some more wee-wee efforts. Updated diary once again to here, and got the fodder on the go. Roast peppers, parsnips and carrots, chicken thighs, tomatoes, beetroot, potato hashes and the cheesy cobs.

A quick bit of Facebooking while it all cooked, well, the hashes and vegetables anyway.

Not bad at all, 8.9/10.

The nodding off soon started after I’d settled to watch a James Bond DVD movie.

Eventually, after perhaps dozens of nod-offs and rewinds, I gave up and put the TV on. The same thing happened again, and I gave up again and got the book out to read… nodded off at last!

Mikhail Steedenski asks: Did Ronald Briggs copy Inchcocks 1952 Escape Plan?

Author, poet, alcoholic and bamboozle-brained Mikhail Steedenski, currently abiding in between Alsace, Bordeaux, Burgundy, Beaujolais, Champagne, Cotes du Rhone and the Loire Valley in his never ending search for sex, profit, the return of Communism and the perfect Claret, who was himself planning his own escape from a €2342 a week Paris Alcohol Rehab Clinic, pointed out the similarities between Ronald Biggs escape in 1965, compared to Inchcock’s failed escape from his parents dilapidated home in 1952.

Inchcock Today Thur 7 July 16: Marvellous Winwood Tenants Social Hour in the Community Shed!

Thursday 7th July 2016

Woke, 0405hrs, no memories of any dreams? Immediately climbed out of the now working again £300 second-hand recliner chair, to have a wee-wee. (The first of many, Tsk!) Then to the kitchen to put the kettle on and take the medications, and noticed the state of the place from yesterdays Whoopsiedangleplop collapse of the plastic cupboards and ensuing mess. Started to move stuff to get to the areas needing titivating, and knocked the tomatoes on the floor – I could have cried, they were all bruised and I trod on one making more mess to clean up! Gave up on the cleaning, took the  medications and got the laptop on to update the diary.

Pondered on the other things to be done. The Tenants Social Hour at ten o’clock in the Community Shed, take photo’s while there, then to Asda in Arnold to get them developed, hand out last weeks photographs (BJ said he would attend the social, but he said that last week and didn’t, hole he comes so I can give him his photo’s.) Must try to find time to get the kitchen sorted out a bit. I’m feeling much better than yesterday, I think I might have overdid it a bit with the heavy shopping. Might have brought on the dizzies? Still, none today yet.

Got the nibbles ready for the Social Hour.

Time for a go on Facebook, then into the shower and did my ablutionisationing. Jolly good shower using citrus gel and antiperspirant spray.

Called to see Olive on the way out. I can call to see her this afternoon or after 1400hrs on Friday. She’s only just got up and I told her that is the beauty of us getting on, we can lay in when we want to, usually. Little difficult natter and I nipped back to fetch me hearing aids. Huh!

To the Social Hour meeting some of the tenants on the way. A lot more folk there today.

Lovely spirit in there today as well and besides.

BJ arrived later and another good session was had, I even won a tin of tomatoes in the raffle!

I almost got excited, first win for two months. Hehe!

BJ was in good form and a bit more cheerful than of late bless him.

There was a bit of mixed news though.

Lilian, resident of my Woodthorpe Courts was still in hospital, still no visitors apart from family were being allowed?

I miss having a little sit with Lilly in the foyer most days, he’d had a hard life.

One of the carers there, said Lilly was doing a bit better.

As I walked back to the flat to update this to here diary, two of the girls were going to catch the bus and I caught a shot of them going to catch the L9 bus.

At the flat I put the things away, had a freshener upperer session then off to catch the L9 bus into Arnold and get the photo’s printed and some more yellow tomatoes if I could find any.

In Arnold, I popped into Wilko to get fragrance boost for the washing machine, another bottle of Dettol lavender on special price, Zoflora Citrus disinfectant, got another can of the citrus deodorant spray as well.

Then, a walk though the morbid looking citizens and to the Boynes Store and got some of the Shoe and foot spray.

Then up the other end of the street to Asda and got the photographs printed and did some shopping. But no yellow tomatoes on sale! I’ll have a look in Lidl tomorrow see if they have any, after I have my CHD checks at the surgery. Got some lemon drizzles, french toast, little lemon icing cakes and a pack of biscuits. However, I did resist getting any of the fresh cream french Horns!

Paid up and off to the bus-stop.

The assaulted bench near the stop looked like it had been given some respite from yobbo attacks? The one on the left was 2 weeks ago, on the right, today.

Back at the flat, I suddenly felt so weary again. Got the fodder put away. Made the meal of the day and digested it with relish!

A meaty salad.

Rated this one at 9.1/10.

I decided to have the nosh and watch the France v Germany Euro semi-final. But, the body had other ideas and it was drifting off to sleep and suddenly springing awake again for the rest of the night.

Tsk!

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