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

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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.

10gThe 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.

P1110304Got 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!

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Friday 8th July 2016 – Vendredi 8 Juillet 2016

10d0600hrs: 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.

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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.

10eAs 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.

P1110295The 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.

P1110297The 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.

P1110298Popped 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 P1110300was 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???

P1110109Then 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.

P1110301A 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?

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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.

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

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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!

P1110283To 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.

P1110285BJ 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 P1050977visitors 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!

10a P1110290Paid 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.

P1110291Back 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!

Inchcock Today Tue 5 July 16: Visited Olive, investigated the local stabbings and boy, did I wee-wee!

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Tuesday 5th July 2016

Stirred to life around 0435hrs, untangled myself from the non-working £300 second-hand recliner and to the WC throne for a WCHD session. Not a good one, Little Inchies lesion was bleeding for the first time in ages, and Hem Aroid joined in too. I did me best to recall the many dreams I’d knew I’d had during my many short spells of actual sleep – no luck, but I felt the chasing and rooftops had been in there somewhere?

No dizzies yet though like yesterday. Went into the kitchen and Arthur Itis joined in with the other ailments. Made a cuppa and took the medications.

Ballet2 Got the laptop on and finished the Monday post, then did some graphics to use later on here and the TFZ site.

I vignetted this one after making it, not too bad I thought?

I’ll post this on the TFZ site.

Brother-in-law Pete rang on his new G4 mobile and the reception was good to start with but I kept losing him later, eventually it beep beep beeped and we were cut-off.

10dHe sent a photo of the Bus Display in Nottingham he took with the camera. He did it in wide mode. Super one this one is! The clouds stand out lovely.

I called him back and asked him if he could go back to G3 on his phone, then I felt the warm wet sensation in my lower regions and had to return to the throne and clean myself up and re-apply some blood anticoagulant again. Good job I have a good supply of kitchen towels. Hehe!

Did some more graphicalisationing on CorelDraw8.

Tried to sort out the drawer in the kitchen, but could not grab a hold of the screws due to Arthur Itis.

Then did my ablutions and showering, interspersed with a few more wee-wees.

Got myself polished up and went to see Olive. Glad to say she was a little better than yesterday. We had a cuppa, a delightful chinwag ( I love listening to her tales) and then she applied the pain-gel for me. She had some glass jars to take to the recycle bank and I took them with me along with those I was taking.

Bid Olive a sad farewell, and set out to take the glass jars to the Bottle Bank at the end of the road. Met Robert the ‘I’ll do it for you if  you pay me’ caretaker. Tried to find out how much he’d charge me to do the painting in the wet-room for me as soon as I get the second storage thingy sorted, but he seemed reluctant to tell me? He did tell me about the stabbings that had taken place nearby in Sherwood, and those on North Sherwood Street in town. He would not tell me why the police were attending the flats with their blues and twos yesterday.

I called in to give Julie some letters I’d received for Margaret, the flat’s previous tenant.

Back to the flat and a marathon session on Facebook and Coreldraw8.

10dGot the fodder going. Had a tinned Sweet & Sour chicken, beetroot, oven chips, wholemeal bread, an overripe banana and a lemon yogurt.

Rated this as 7/10. The chips were okay, that’s all I can say. Hehe!

Must get out tomorrow and get some fresh vegetables in stock for the Crock-Pot.

While stopping mid-meal to have yet another wee-wee, fatigue overcame me, but no more dizzies today I’m pleased to report.

Ate the nosh, well, nearly all of it. Spent the rest of the day moping about, but didn’t start falling asleep as I often do, as nipping to porcelain kept me active. Huh!

When it came to trying to get the head down around 2130hrs, the mind would not let me. I remember it was gone 1240hrs, my last trip for a wee-wee.

Amazingly, once I got-off, I didn’t go again until I woke up at 0600hrs!

Inchcock Today Wed 6th July 16: Kitchen Whoopsiedangleplop – then Dizzies, Humph!

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Wednesday 6th July 2016

Stirred to life, of sorts, at 0600hrs. Memories of the dreams lingered a bit this time. Usual theme, me being chased on and over rooftops, up mountains, falling into a canal this time, near a lock with soap suds on top smelling like TCP? Surprisingly, I could swim in this dream, as in true life I’m scared stiff of deep water? There was a lot more detail that I lost before I could get out of the £300 second-hand stuck half up and half down not working recliner chair to write them down… Tsk!

The first of many wee-wee’s followed, WCHD job, bit of blood from the rear end but not much. I found I’d left the heater on in the wet-room from the showering yesterday… huh, that’ll please the the bank manager no end!

To the kitchen to make a cuppa and take the medications. Of deary me indeed: Whoopsiedangleplop! The stack of storage draws had collapsed, some split open and there was a hell of mess to sort out from the contents that had spilled out, bent lids, sprays, cleaners, rags, bags etc. All lying in an untidy heap spread on the floor and laying in the spilt liquids, disinfectant, soda, washing up liquid etc! It must have made a right noise when it collapsed. Took me ages to sort it all out temporarily at  least. New storage box’s needed again now – I’m not going to get the same ones as these again though! Feeling a bit low now!

Had a job to find the hearing aids though, last night I’d detached the tubing and left it in soak to free the wax in them and I thought I’d left the main bits in the usual (That Auntie Kath left me) porcelain pot, but no. Found them in the kitchen on the counter, I reckoned the falling stuff from the five collapsed John Lewis storage draws and contents, must have knocked them to the back of the counter? Then I had to search all through the contents of the collapsed boxes to find the hearing aid batteries!

The falling mass of plastic, cleaners and medical accoutrements must have made a terrible noise, not that I heard anything like, hope it didn’t bother my neighbours? Wonder when it happened?

Even more depressed now.

10eGot the laptop on to start this post off.

The fingers were giving me some hassle and sticking occasionally.

Couldn’t spend too long a time on it, as I want to get to the shops using the first L9 bus (0930hrs) so I can have time to visit Olive when I get back, before she is picked up and taken for her meal by her son and daughter.

0815hrs: Saved the work and closed the laptop, then got in the wet-room to do my ablutions… remembering just before I did, that I’d not taken me medications with all the kerfuffle with the Whoopsiedangleplop, so I did.

Soon sorted, although I did manage a couple of nicks with the razor in my rush, that took a while to stop bleeding.

I set out, taking the  rubbish bags to the chute on the way down. Not in the best of spirits. Humph!

Caught the bus to town to the terminus on Queen Street and down to the City Centre. Walked down into the slab square and caught a tram to Hucknall and the Tesco store. Off the tram and walked through the Park & Ride, over the road and  into the store.

I had a good wander around, nosing out any new products, getting stuff I didn’t mean to and forgetting the stuff that was on the shopping list I’d made, that was still back at the flat where I left it. Huh! I did get some English vine tomatoes, half red-half yellow to try, some cooked meats of various types, bread, naughty snacks, french toast, Marmite crackers, chicken thighs, a jar of sweet & sour sauce, a turnip, tomato puree, cooked pork chunks, honey roast lamb slices and a packet of Fresh Cream Horns jumped into the trolley… I also got a packet of jam doughnuts for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour tomorrow.

Paid the lady on the check-out, and then the fun started… I’d rather overdone the shopping again and carrying the heavy two bags of the fodder back on the Tram and then bus caused me bother.

10gBack to the tram station and caught it back into Nottingham. This proved to be a  hassle filled journey.

When the tram started off, it had few passengers and things were okay – then as it filled with Nottinghamians en route, I found myself squashed against the window with the bags on the floor by a rather sweet smelling large lady. It filled up even more and I moved one bag onto my knees to make room for the incoming masses. I don’t know how the tram moved with all the folks on it – I realised I’d have a job to get off with the bags and get through all the standing passengers in time to get to the door for  the bus-stop I needed.

10hAs we went through the Radford area I managed to take a photograph of the open market there.

I think the changeable weather had confused us poor Nottinghamians somewhat, everyone was either well wrapped up or in summer wear?

We went on and as the tram neared the Theatre Royal stop that I required to get off at, I felt a right fool trying to manoeuvre myself with the bags to the door. As I got up I had a bad dizzy-spell. The large lady next to me, who was getting off at the same stop, immediately informed me I had ‘Gone all white’ and grabbed the heaviest bag and carried it off the bus for me. The lady who was sat opposite me held my arm as we got off. I did feel a fool! So kind of 10j 10kthem, one asked if I wanted an ambulance calling? I thanked them and red facedly sorted the bags to a more even weight distribution and made my way to the Queen Street L9 bus-stop.

The police were there collecting some Nottingham shop-lifters at the bottom of the street. I felt much better physically and all signs of the dizzy-spell had gone. I took what I hoped would be an atmospheric photographicalistion of the Council House.

I still felt thankful for the ladies help on the tram, but rather embarrassed, mortified and humiliated over the incident. Decided I had to inform the Doctor on my next visit. (This is due this Friday 0830hrs, must remember to take urine sample and not eat  anything tonight after 2200hrs before the CDH test with the nurse at the surgery.)

10eThe last L9 bus had long departed, so I caught a 40 one, that drops me off on Sherwood Vale Hill.

Always a bit nervous when I use this bus, because crossing the road after dropping off is a nightmare when you can’t move as fast as you would like to, to avoid the speeding cars coming up or down the hill around the sharp bends in each direction.

Still, it’s not to far to walk.

Although on this occasion I was a little bit worried about another dizzy coming on I must admit.

In the flat, feet, legs and arms aching, I had along wee-wee and used the throne first thing. Put the fodder away.

10lToo tired and weary for some reason to do any laptop work, I got some small potatoes in the oven and made two honey roast ham sandwiches.

Sliced some of the expensive but deliciously sweet tomatoes, added some sliced onions carrots to the plate.

When the potatoes were cooked I added them and had a very nice meal indeed. A worthy 8.9/10 despite my feeling a little under the weather.

I became suddenly apathetically languid, morose, lethargic and listless. It was made worse after I’d watched the Portugal v Wales game. Humph!

No more dizzies, but I didn’t feel so good.

Hey-ho! TTFN

Inchcock Today Mon 4 July 16: Nottingham had policemen all over the place today?

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Monday 4th July 2016

Woke 0415hrs, desperate once again for a wee-wee and WCHD (Water Closet Heavy duty) job. Not a nice or easy experience this morning.

Made a brew and took the medications and I was soon back in the WCHD tea

I got the washing ready and went down to the laundry room – oh dear… Some one had left their washing in washer number two, and dryer number two was still out of action, seven days now. Shows how bad the situation is, tenants were arriving in the hope of getting their washing done, even at this ungodly hour of the morning, but they had to go back to their flats chuntering curses.

01Tha one washer I had to use was playing up rotten. It didn’t help that I usually avoid using this one cause of the complicated mechanical’s like. I had no idea what settings I eventually got it to accept, just waited for it to finish, which it did, leaving the freshener capsule undiluted and the clothes rather wet. I got the washing into the one dryer and started it going. After having to clean the filter that someone had not done last time it was used.

Another lady arrived in the hope of using the dryer. She had to try again later.

Back up, and into the WCWW (Water Closet Wee-wee) again! Updated the work I was doing on WordPress, another WCWW and back down to retrieve the washing 50 minutes later. The dryer finished a couple of minutes later, and I removed the attire and it had dried okay but left little marks all over the stuff that I had to pick off when folding and bagging them. Huh! I cleaned the filter and back up to the flat.

WCHD & WW on arrival. Worrying this?

Put the togs away in the airing cupboard, made a cup of tea and before I got the laptop back on to update things again, another WCWW had to be performed.

Over the next few minutes, I had two phone calls one after the other. First BJ telling me about some Old Nottingham Trolley Bus’s being shown this morning in the Slab Square. Had a chinwag.

Then Brother-in-law Pete rang, but the connection was awful on his new mobile, breaking up all the time, not sure what it was he rang about, to be honest.

Made another cuppa, to replace the one that had gone cold, and the phone rang again a third time. BJ confirming the timing of the bus show in town.

Did some graphicalisationing and posted them on the TFZ Facebook site, and did the one for the top of this page.

Got the letters ready to show to Deana, if she is in today that is. Confusing letters (2) from the British Gas (Who supply the electricity, with two account numbers again!) Also a letter from FraserBrown solicitors about the house sale that needs to be explained to me. Sad innit?

Got the ablutions and showerisationing (Do yer like that word? Hehe) done.

Off to the Winwood Community Shed to find Deana. She wasn’t there, nobody was. So I left a note on her desk for her.

To the bus stop in good time to catch the L9 bus to town. Had a chinwag with the bloke form the 14th floor while waiting for it and on the journey.

10dDropped off on Upper Parliament Street and walked down Clumber Street and through to St Peter’s Gate.

There was a sense or feeling that things were too unnaturally calm…

An expectancy of hassle, bother or upset to arrive any minute? I felt oddly rather uncomfortable? shook it off and ventured to St Peter’s Square 10ewhere a sign on the church front offerred Conducted Silence?

Then I nipped into the M&S food-hall. Where once again, I got caught out by their habit of putting the price ticket for the goods, sometimes above the produce sometimes below!

Saw a new product, called M&S Navarin of lamb (Neck fillets) mushrooms carrots shallots leeks, only a 500 g meal at £4 (I thought). I treat myself and put one in the shopping basket. Got some other bits and paid the lady at the checkout. Had a dizzy as I was getting served. Tsk!

I went up the escalator and out into the sunlight, and it dawned on me how much I was charges. So i got the receipt out and had a look at it. The flaming meal was £8 not £4! Ah well, just hope I like it!

10gAt this point I realised that there were many police around all over the place. An ARV black Land Rover slowly lulled up outside M&S at the junction of Regent Street as I stood there. Police out all over town?

10fI wandered up to see the old bus’s on display in the City Centre Slab Square.

Strictly, Look don’t touch notices all over them.

Understandable really.

Had another dizzy while perusing the vehicles, so decided to make my way up Queen Street to catch the L9 bus back to Woodthorpe Court and the flat I call home.

Nice feeling that was, going home!

As I got to the stop I looked at the 10hwonderful sky and clouds and noticed the gargoyles on the roof had been cleaned.

Took a photo (Left) to use later to try and doctor with someones face later, for a laugh like.

Caught the bus back, once more having to fight to keep awake and not miss the stop.

Got in flat, put the food away, but got the Lamb Navarin (I’ll have to look this up) in the oven, and remembered Deana. Hobbled swiftlyish to the Community Hut to explain after spotting the wrong address, old one on British Gas letters. And Julie was in with Jenny. Explained cock up with letters.

10jJulie said Deana was very busy with the police dealing with an emergency.

I’d spotted the police car as I walked to the hut.

Nice to know Nottingham had some policemen left free and they were not all in the City Centre today?

I wondered if they had expected a right or left wing demonstration? I didn’t hear or read anything about this?

Back to flat, remembered Olive visit, went to see her and explained and apologised for not coming earlier and she kindly told me I could go see her tomorrow after 1400hrs, when she returns from seeing her daughter and grandchildren. Looking forward to that, I love listening to her tales… and her massaging me with the pain-gel too! Hehehe!

10kBack to the flat, nervous at leaving the fodder in the oven cooking, all was well, I reckoned it needed a few minutes longer.

I noticed that far away on the footpath hill twelve floor below, was a gal making the best of the weather. Bet it was a good book she was reading. I noticed that in the few minutes between each shot I took, her shoes had moved? Just thought I’d mention it like.

10lGot the fodder presented.

I reckon it was equal top rating for this one, 9.54/10.

But, at this price (£8) I might not be treating myself again too soon.

Another dizzy as I doing the washing up, and I abluted and settled in the Second-hand £300 recliner to watch some TV. Amazingly I did not fall asleep… too often. And when it came time to get the head down, I did without any hiatus whatsoever.

But it didn’t last, Tsk! An hour later I started the waking up regularly routine, telling myself to remember what it was I had dreamt, forgetting it, having a wee-wee, nodding off again, waking up telling myself…

Humph!

Inchcock Today Sun 3 June 16: Went to see Olive… everything else drift into inconsequential.

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Sunday 3rd July 2016

10dJumped awake around 0500hrs, the view outside, although the rain and wind had abated, looked dank and dour.

No memories of any dreams.

The £300 second-hand recliner was in the down position, remnants of food scattered around. Oh dear me!

Another urgent visit to the porcelain carried out, stomach still rumbling. Felt so tired still, not surprising really, not much sleep last night.

Laptop on graphics and WordPressing were done.

Cuppa and medications taken with a few biscuits, extra Peptac gulped down.

10bWent to see Olive, this cheered me somewhat. Olive massaged in the pain gel, and we had a little natter, I took her photograph as she looked out of her window and pointed to an area she went scrumping in 69 years ago and told me the tale. Love listening to her.

I went down for me walk to the shops to get some bread and potatoes and left Olive in the laundry room.

Walked up and through parts of Woodthorpe Park, then down to Mansfield Road, up the hill and down into Sherwood.

10gCalled at the Wilko store and got some more of their citrus scented antiperspirant spray, refuge sacks and some more Dettol while it was still on Special Price.

10eVery few folks about this morning, well, lunchtime. I proceeded in a Southerly direction down the hill to the Co-op store. Purchases some wholemeal bread and large potatoes, with which to make some cheesy potatoes later.

On the trek back, up the Winchester Street Hill, I passed (slowly) some Blackberry bushes at the top, and 10ftried my best to take a photograph of the bees on the flowers.

I took about eight shots, but sadly only this one one came out anything like okay.

Huh!

Onward and back to the flats.

As I entered the foyer, the laundry room door was open, and I noticed that Olive’s togs had finished drying. The second dryer was still not working. I thought I’d take them out as she had left her bag on the machine. Folded them and as I was doing so, another lady came in to do her washing. A new gal, I pointed out the foibles of the machines and got it going for her.

Back up on the lift with the gal and had a little chinwag. The lady dropped off on the eight floor, and as I got off on the twelfth one, Olive was coming out to fetch her laundry. She was wobbling a bit as she was earlier today. I was glad I could save her a trip down and up anyway. I just hope she didn’t think I was a bit cheeky in doing so.

To the flat and got the potatoes in the oven baking ready to have a tin of cheap hot dog sausages and some tomatoes later on.

Updated this tosh and did the graphic.

An hour and a half later, I tried to cut the spuds in half and not splitting the husks this time, and emptied the flesh into a bowl and mixed with cheese, salt, vinegar, butter and rosemary. Had to bash them up for ages to get them to mix properly, for some reason.

No bad burns either… well, up to now anyway. So, tinned sausages, baked cheesy potatoes, beetroot, tomatoes and some bread for din-dins today.

P1110258Possibly did to many of the cheesy baked potatoes…. (Well alright, I did make too many of the cheesy baked potatoes) but I ate them all, they were delicious!

So palatable, they should indeed be barred! Hehe!

I watched the France v Iceland match and was more proud of Icelandic players and their fans than ever. Shame the French had to beat them. But they played good and gave me the feeling that they will beat Germany in their next match. But who knows?

Stayed up very late again, mostly cause each time I tried to get to kip, the urge to go for a wee-wee appeared and I had to climb out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair in haste and hobble to the wetroom… it got a bit repetitive. Humph! Each time I got back and struggled back into the £300 second-hand recliner chair, I could feel the birth of the next visit coming on! I got a bit concerned over this. But the calls of nature kept coming… Tsk!

Last visit remembered was about 0250hrs! Woke at 0430hrs and started again.

Inchcock Today Sat 2 July 16: Wind and rain persisted today, and the stomach churned. Hey-Ho

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Saturday 2nd July 2016

Woke around 0300hrs with a start – remembered dreaming about many things without any detail in depth? The Wales v Belgium footy match in which I was there as ball-boy, being pursued by angry crowds again, on rooftops slates, chimneys, falling, raging rivers and having a toenail transplant done by my mate Duncan Robertson? Nodded off again, despite thinking I needed to attend the porcelain.

KipStirred once more at 0440hrs. The £300 second-hand recliner in the down position, headphones half on and half off my head, glasses skew-whiff, TV playing the Last of the Summer Wine DVD, empty crisp packets, empty biscuit box and empty Lime flavoured tonic water bottle,  spread around me with and a teaspoon on my chest?

What had occurred for me to get into this state was a mystery.

As I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I nearly went over when a dizzy hit me as I hobbled to the porcelain throne. Where passing things was painful, but no bleeding this morning. Confused, I sat a while thinking. How could I remember what happened hours before, but not recall what happened afterwards? Why did I have so many different dreams? What day is it?

The morning sky was pretty, but the wind was howling all day long, and soon the rain had set in with a vengeance as well.

10a 10bNo more dizzies as I made my way to the kitchen to make a cuppa, cleaned up the mess around the chair, and too the medications and started the laptop.

The tea went cold, so after starting the diary I made another brew. The milk had gone off! I got the milk out of the fridge and gave it a good sniff, it smelt alright to me? Made another mug and the milk was definitely off! Opened a new long life tetra-pack of milk and tried again… alright this time.

No actual dizzies for a while, but a sensation of I was about to get one persisted? then the stomach started rumbling, so I took some Peptac.

Checked the emails and I’d had six emails from Amazon telling me parts of the DVD order had been dispatched. Due to be delivered today. I must get to see Olive today also. I want to have a natter with her and take some photographicalisations of her.

After updating this to here, I went on Facebook for a while. Too long really, but I got carried away, 0830hrs got the ablutions tended to.

Feeling refreshed (Stomach still churning though), made a cuppa, back on the laptop. Dare not put TV or DVD on cause with the headphones on to listen, I wouldn’t be able to hear the knock on the door when the Amazon DVD’s are delivered.

Continued to spoil myself on the internet, Facebooking, Messaging, WordPress and emailing away for hours.

Nipped to Olive’s flat and explained why I couldn’t come to see her today as I was waiting in for the DVDs to arrive, had a quick natter and said I’d call in tomorrow if that was alright with her. She said, people will be talking about us with all this meetings we were having – but then they will be talking about us and giving others a rest! Hehe!

When I got back to the flat, one parcel had been delivered, of two DVD’s – Huh, the only time I go out for a couple of minutes and it has to come. Luckily there were only two DVD’s in the pack and they fitted through the letter box though. Episodes 10 & 11 of Law & Order – Special Victims Unit. I can let Olive watch them later when the others arrive.

Felt peckish earlier than normal today, despite the rumbling innards. The Crock-Pot vegetables, parsnips, swede, carrots, red beans, mushrooms, orange peppers and seasoned with the out of date Bisto vegetable stock came out alright, nice and tasty.

10cI took a photographicalisation of just the first spoonful instead of the whole lot.

Getting artistic in my old age!

Shame about the shaking hands when I took this, not one of my best efforts I have to say folks.

Also the mess in the Crock-Pot porcelain container took hours of soaking then scrubbing to get it cleaned. I think this mess was due to the fact that yesterday when I originally intended to eat the fodder, it was not cooked through and I turned it off and reheated it today, and the stock seemed to attach itself to the porcelain like super-glue! And burning me fingers in the process was pestiferous. Tsk!

Ate it all up with a few bread thins, followed by a banana, some lemon cream biscuits and more nibbles later. I shouldn’t have wanted or needed all these extras, especially with the stomach murmuring away, but I did.

I took the medications rather later than planned, took extra Peptac.

KipAfter finishing the pots and trying not to look at the state of the kitchen, I got myself settled as the wind and rain became epic outside, and got the TV on to watch the Germany v Italy match.

A corker of a game I thought.

The first half was so close and technically played out (Not my words, those of a commentator) which I found fascinating, the second half was fantastic.

For all the Italian’s diving, fouling and technical (There’s that word again!) ploys, Germany looked beaten at the end of the extra time and they went to penalties. I felt overjoyed when the Italian ploy of putting on two substitutes with good penalty taking skills in the last few minutes failed and they missed their penalties!

I tried getting to kip, but it took until well passed 0200hrs before, with the accompaniment of the wind and rain and visits for a wee-wee, I eventually got off proper like.

Inchcock Today Frid 1st July 2016: Few dizzies, spending again, but no Whoopsiedangleplops!

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04Friday 1st July 2016

Woke around 0400hrs, tried to recall the dreams, although how I managed to have any with so much waking up done during the night is a mystery.

Seems it was the usual me being chased around corridors by people with bad intentions… or so I think.

No dizzies or headaches this morning.

I gently manipulated myself out of the refusing-to-operate £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled to the throne. A bit of blood from the rear activities, but Little Inchy was blood free. Good that!

P1110241I made a cuppa, took the medications and got the vegetables prepared and into the Crock-Pot on low and cooking.

Parsnips, swede, red peppers, onions, carrots and seasoned them with the vegetable stock and dab of vinegar.

Has a wee-wee, blood-free again (Good innit!) and got the laptop on to finish yesterday’s and started today’s diary off.

WordPressed and found that Mike Steedenski had published a book entitled: The Shop that Sells Kisses – Poetry with a hint of magic. I had to order it, got it from Ebay… no Amazon I mean. They don’t half charge for delivery! I’m hoping Mike wasn’t sober when he wrote these. Couldn’t resist getting it, I’ll comment on it after I’ve read it… that’ll be good! Haha!

Carried on updating this, then did some graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw8 – that incidentally when I opened it, informed me of updates needing to be installed. But, I can’t work out how to find out what they were? Tsk! Still, it’s working.

10a

AndyI got an email from the Surgery confirming the time for the next INR blood test, none this week coming, next on Friday 12th July @ 1115hrs.

They also mentioned they all had a laugh at the doctored photograph I sent them on my email to get an appointment.

Nice that!

I set to doing a graphicalisation then of Mike Steedenski and Shirley, his better half by far.

Did a graphic of this book as well and sent them to him via email, in case they might come in handy for 10bhim on WordPress or anything.

Made another nice strong cuppa and had some biscuits.

The head and the dizzies spells were lingering a little bit. Humph!

The rain was forecast for later. So I had a jolly good shower and did my ablutions. I used the citrus shower gel this morning, shaved without getting any cuts. And used the Wilko Citrus antiperspirant spray!

I took the rubbish bags to the chute and got down in the lobby. The tenants Jenny and Frank were not sounding or looking happy bunnies today. But, we had a natter on the bus to town. I also read my Victoria Wood book, and that had expsensive consequences later!

10dI got off on Huntingdon Street and walked over the walkover way into Victoria Centre (Mall).

The street below was certainly not short of buses as I passed over and took a photo of them.

Into the centre and wobbled along and down the other end.

10cFoolishly, I wandered into the HMV shop and perused the DVDs on offer. No intention of buying any at all, what with me ordering the Law & Order Special Victim ones from Ebay earlier, and them telling me as it was my first order, they would deliver them Tomorrow! I dare not say how much I spent on them. Shame mode adopted! Unfortunately, I espied a box collection of Victoria Wood DVDs… ‘Victoria’s Empire’, a documentary – ‘Victoria Wood Live in your own home’, a one-off 50-minute show – ‘Pat & Margaret’, one of, if not perhaps the best film I have ever seen! – ‘Victoria Wood Presents’, Feature length drama focussing on modern day Kipannoyances – ‘Victoria Wood as seen on TV’, 420mins, some of her finest programmes for the BBC and ‘Acorn Antiques’, her most popular episodes.

Then, saw some Last of The Summer Wine 29 & 30, with One of my comedy heroes in them. Eric Sykes (Spike Milligan and Norman Wisdom the others).

For some reason, the others in the series were selling at £9.99 and ran for 10 hours – this, the one I wanted, was £17.99 and ran or 9 hours! Huh!

Thoroughly ashamed of myself, I paid and embarrassedly I walked to Tesco to get some bread. More money spent!

In Tesco, they were cunningly selling the new Dads Army DVD (Oh why did take that alleyway! Humph!) at £8 instead of £12… guess what…

I also got some bread, roast potatoes and blackcurrant jellies.

As I made my way through to the bus stop, I popped into the Little Waitrose store (I was beyond all hope and help by now with the spending – Grr) and got some tomatoes and Marmite rice cakes.

As I got on the bus, I dropped my bus-pass and it fell under the bus. Hell of a job getting back up again, and this started the dizzies going again.

Had to fight off falling to sleep on the bus on the way back, but fortunately Jenny and Frank caught the bus further on and this helped me.

The rain was just starting as we all entered the foyer.

I wee-wee’d and put the fodder away, and red facedly the DVDs on the overcrowded shelves. – I don’t think I’ll live long enough to watch them all? Hehehe!

P1110247Got the dinner/supper prepared. Vegetables (Hot-Pot), roast potatoes, potato cakes and… no, change of plans. The vegetables are not done… Humph! Opened a tin of chilli to go with the other stuff…

Well that was the plan, but the tin of Chilli had one of those ring opening things and the ring came off as I grabbed it and the tin opener didn’t have anywhere to clip onto the can… Any-road, this was the meal.

Stayed awake for the Wales v Belgium match, what a corker it was too! I know I have some Welsh blood in our family, and was so proud of them. “Byddant yn canu y Cymoedd heno!” (They’ll be singing in the valleys tonight!).

I was so excited I couldn’t get to sleep afterwards… Tsk!