Inchcock Today Thur 23 June 2016: Brexit Decision Day Vote!

Thursday 23rd June 2016

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Incock’s Forecast: Remain 55% Leave 45%?

Stirred still feeling tired around 0555hrs, no memories of any dreams. How can it be that sometimes I can remember lots of the dreams, others just a trace, and then like this morning – can’t even remember if I did have any dreams at all? Humph!

The TV was still on, cold cup of tea on the side, a pot of untaken evening medications too, and the £300 second-hand recliner was in the half up half down position, I pressed the button to lower it, and it grinded-away slowly, noisily and reluctantly to let me out of it and get to the porcelain throne. Where, as I painfully performed the daily actions finding much bleeding from the rear end, I recalled that it was the Euro In-Out vote today. Also, Olive was calling to see me and help by phoning the Coopers of Stortford people and inform them of the short delivery yesterday. To be honest, Olive calling to see me took precedence over everything else, and it was hard to concentrate. So I did the ablutions post haste, made a cuppa and took the medications and got ready to go and vote before I forgot to (If yer see worra mean like?).

Made a start on WordPress and Corel, checked the emails.

I took the rubbish bags to the chute and took a selfie with the voting form on the way down in the lift. (Just showing off!)

No one about on the way through the lobby or the walk to the Community Shed Voting Station.

The two ladies there were given some nibbles and I cast my vote.

On the walk back to the flat, I noticed that whoever it was that had planted the pretty flowers at the gable end of the garages, had been tending them lovingly.

Such  wonderful display of different colours coming through altogether. They obviously know their flowers and gardening skills.

Back up to the apartment, (I’d say flat but the Grammar Checker keeps telling me I am repeating the word flat – there you go, it just told me again now! Hehe!) and got the laptop out of sleep mode and updated this tosh.

The Lovely Olive

Shortly, the beautiful Olive arrived. We had a cuppa and she got on with sorting Cooper’s short delivery out for me, bless her cotton socks. Then, not messing about, she got the number for Feet First in Nottingham, rang them and made an appointment for me to have my toenails cut there next Wednesday at 1040hrs.

Of course, I’ll remember! Ahem!

We searched the web to find the cost, it would be £22 – but worth it, cause cutting my toes is getting harder and harder for me. Thanked Olive muchly, we had a snog (Well, we had a mutual kiss) and a  chinwag. She is an amazing gal, and my heart is beating like it hasn’t in years!

She even explained to me the best way to get to the Chiropodists on the buses.

They are situated on Upper Parliament Street, just a few yards from the L9 bus stop too!

I walked Olive back to her flat, she even said she would remind me on Wednesday morning about the appointment – boy, she is a great character!

I returned to my little haven at number 72, wee-wee’d again, made a cuppa and washed the pots. By gum, life is exciting now I’ve met Olive!

Got yesterday’s post done, and further updated this one.

The Crock-Pot that I forgot about last night was put on low. Did some graphics on CorelDraw8.

Set about sorting out the medication pots.

Took ages as the right wrist and hand were playing up a bit, kept freezing again.

I seemed to be spenting more time picking tablets up than anything else – Hehe!

Some mail was delivered, one from the NHS QMC Hospital re-Skin Cancer appointment being altered from August 17th to Wed 10th August. And one from Nottingham City Homes, a Newsletter regarding the upcoming improvements/modernisation of the Winwood flats. Some interesting clarifications:

  • Acknowledging the request for CCTV to be provided in corridors and community rooms. Costs may prohibit these, and the costs for the up and running current one shot of the lobby door CCTV would have to increase.
  • Windows and balcony design will be presented to tenants at a later date.
  • Security Patrols to be used during the alterations.
  • Laundry and hairdressing facilities would be available during the works.
  • The central garages will be demolished, and replaced with a new Comunity centre. The remaining garages will not be available to hire and will be for tenants use only.
  • The use of Sprinkler Systems being installed to be being considered.
  • It is anticipated that the work may start within 14 months, and take a 14 month period to completion.

I sent them an email thanking them for the information.

The Crock-Pot was all done, and I got the beef casserole into a dish, some bread and the once Fresh Cream French Horn for afters.

I might have overdone the seasoning just a tad. But it tasted lovely to me.

Evening medications were taken and I had hoped to stay up to watch the Euro Brexit results… but kept nodding off and getting annoyed with myself. Gave up and soon nodded off.

Inchcock Today Wed 22 June 2016

Wednesday 22nd June 2016

0435hrs: Woke up half out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair in the half-up-half-down position, TV still on, remote control on my chest, long distance glasses on food tray at the side with the empty plastic dinner plate and half-eaten apple core, and an untaken pot of evening medications.

For a few moments I had memories of the dreams, but they evaporated into the ether seconds later. No memories remained whatsoever! After a few days of recollecting the thoughts, this was annoying, but, Hey-ho!

I climbed out of the chair, and once again, with very little hassle from Arthur Itis or Anne Gyna hobbled to the Wetroom to make use of the throne. Painful, but no bleeding again! I went to the kitchen, leaving a distinct but chronic odour behind, glad I was not due my shower for a few hours I can tell you! Hehe!

Made a big mug of strong tea, took the medications and nibbled some of the small sweet potatoes left in the saucepan as I drained them ready for later. The kitchen was looking in need of a good clean-up. I plan to get it sorted when I get back from the clinic this afternoon… we’ll see eh?

The sky over the copse looked a little threatening, yet so beautiful this dank morning.

The medication pots will need making up soon I thought, and just thought about it like. Huh!

Suddenly a headache over the eyes started, the eyes began to run, and a dizzy spell invaded me at the laptop? Old age I suppose? I mustn’t complain, though, I’ve done well this last week or so with so many of the other ailments being kind to me.

Laptop on and started this post off, then finished the Tuesday diary off.

Checked emails. Then started this post off. My headache continued for an hour or two but receded after I got the shower. I used the carbolic soap today, no cuts when shaving or bleeding from anywhere… up to now like, Hehe!

Sorted the rubbish sacks and took them to the chute. Then I got down into the lobby, where a jolly good natter ensued with some of the tenants.

We had a vote between ourselves about tomorrow’s Brexit Vote – The result was 3 Remain, 2 Leave and three Don’t know’s. N

We moved out to the bus-top where they all got on a City bound bus and abandoned me to wait for the Arnold bus. Tsk, hehe!

I dropped off at the Sainsbury Store and got some Dutch Crispbreads, Marmite Rice Cakes, select Price After Eight desserts, fresh garden peas and do you know… hard to believe I understand, but two packets of Fresh Cream Horns smuggled themselves into me shopping basket! Tsk!

They had some costume jewellery on sale, and I took a photo or two of them rings to show the TFZ gals. They averaged about £15 each, superb value?

I waddled along and went onto the Boyes store to get some foot spray while they had it in stock at only £1 a can. I got two of them.

Then onwards slowly and had a poodle round Asda (Walmart again), in search of the Lemon Drizzle Desserts and picked up a TV magazine for next week. I shouldn’t bother with this you know, I always fall asleep when I try to watch TV anyway! Still, it’s nice to know what I’ve missed.

As I exited and made my way to the bus-stop for the L9 route – I noticed some repairmen and a police forensic van and car at the new Salvation Army building.

As I took the photo, I heard someone saying they suffered a smashed window, a break-in and an attempted arson?

Sad that is, not only for the fact that the Sally Army is run by real people for others, but the Arnold Police Station is next door to it!

When I got on the bus, Lenny was there with his care worker. I don’t know if that is his name, but h is often on the bus when I use it. The poor chap can only grunt, which he does all the time, and he points to things with his finger most of the time. I do talk to him, say hello as I pass him by, give him a smile… but he isn’t aware of anyone around him. Some days he seems angry, some depressed but today, he was almost smiling.

His carer, the chap on the right, is always on his mobile phone texting or playing games, and I have never seen him talk to Lenny ( I gave him this name). He looked like he was on Vegas gambling at cards today, I got a look as he had sat in front of me, next to Lenny in his wheelchair. He scares some of the ladies when they get on the bus with his loud grunts, but no intentionally, he gives out these all the time, anyone near him or not. I wish I could help him.

I stayed awake for the whole trip. Frank (Tenant from the floor above me) got on the bus in Sherwood. We had a talk.

Up to the flat and I found a large sack that had been torn open outside the door, the Stortford delivery had arrived – minus one item that was not there! Huh!

The two flat boxes at the rear of this photograph contained the poles, I expected a long box for these? Checked the invoice charging to see if the binoculars had been cancelled, but no, there it was, the first item on the list?

I wondered why the big heavy duty wrapping had been damaged.

I somehow managed to get them all indoors, and nipped to take Olive a packet of Fresh Cream French Horns.

She said her son, Roger was calling to see her tonight, and she would ask him to come and take a look at the pole for the wetroom for me.

I thanked her and returned after a chinwag to the apartment and put away the fodder, that filled the fridge up!

Sad at having an item short on my first delivery from Coopers, but glad I had a stock of lemon drizzle desserts in stock anyway.

Made a cuppa, took the midday medications, wee-wee’d and got the laptop on to update this.

Did the graphic for the top of the page, then later found the one I’d already done in readiness for it and lost… Tsk! Here it is above.

Did a bit of Facebooking and then got some cleaning done, after preparing the vegetables and beef for the Crock-Pot. (Hehehe!) Carrots, Parsnips, Swede, Parsnips, mushrooms and Fresh garden peas. Made some stock with vegetable seasoning and tomato puree… oh, and beef chunks too.

Started to clean the kitchen, but could not do anything with the oven marks on the glass, Tsk!

Took another look at the Cooper’s order and went to see Olive again to tell her not to bother her son as the pole was missing. She kindly returned to the flat with me to phone Coopers for me to inform them about the missing binoculars and no pole sent. She set about sorting everything out for me, but the Coopers line was closed. She said she would return in the morning and call them again for me. Then she investigated the stuff in the hall, and the pole was there!!! Whoopsiedangleplop from Inchcock, again! Oh dearie me…

The name printed on the box was ‘Bath/Shower Caddy’ which confused me I think, this was the pole with trays! I was overjoyed it had arrived and went to give her a peck on the cheek in thanks and appreciation, and we had a full on lip-to-lip kiss! Wonderfull kisser is Olive! I’d better take a tablet now!

Walked her back to her flat and thanked her again.

Stirred the Crock-pot, smelling good now! Updated this, then took the medications.

Titivated the kitchen some more.

Did a bit more Facebooking, sent an email to Jane and Pete in reply to Pete’s about Hancock’s Half-Hour being on the radio.

Did a bit of work on a graphic idea I’ve got in mind.

So tired now, indeed I kept nodding off for a minute or so, so often when I was watching the TV, so often that I forgot about the Crock-Pot Casserole altogether!

Tsk!

Inchcock Today Tue 21 June 2016: Launderette, shopping and a smile from Grizelda!

Tuesday 21st June 2016

Stirred into life, so annoyed… not annoyed that I’d stirred into life like – but annoyed I could not recall anything about the dreams I just knew that I’d just been having.

The mind was racing away again: It was as if I was worried about not having anything to worry about?

The bladder demanded an early visitation to the porcelain. Not so persistent this morning thankfully. Found myself singing away as I washed last night’s cup and made a cuppa, to take my medications. Worrying that too!

I thought bout the Brexit Vote coming up this Thursday, I was still uncertain about which way to vote. I think a Remain vote will dominate, though. If the exit voters did win, this would leave Cameron and Osborne to do carte blanch to get their own back and blame the voters for everything that happens in the following years?

Got the laptop on. Checked the status of the order from Coopers of Stortford, it said ‘complete’, I’ll keep checking for if it says ‘despatched’.

Then I started this off after finishing Monday’s edition. Did the graphic at the top of this page from a cartoon and doctored it for a bit of fun.

BJ rang, he’s on his way to pick me up to take me to the launderette and then to Asda (Walmart). Did my ablutions and readied myself ASAP. Got the washing, shopping bags and cash and went down and met BJ in the car park outside the flats.

We had a natter as we went to the launderette in Carrington

The sex-pot Grizelda gave me a couple of smiles and made us both a cup of tea. BJ managed to get himself in the background of one of the photo’s I took. Hehe!

I gave her some nibbles.

The washing was done and dried, in half an  hour or so. BJ did well with my crosswords today, he was on form!

I took a photograph of an Arnold destined city Transport bus, catching this lady in the shot.

She muttered ‘Pervert’ to me as she passed by. Oh dear!

BJ and I got the things out to his car and were soon off on the way to the supermarket. The sun was shining, the wind low, and BJ even posed for this photographicalisation next to his car outside the launderette for me.

We arrived at the store and BJ had a chat for a while with his mate who worked there.

I got the trolleys ready and we went in and split-up to do each of our shopping. A disappointing shopping trip today.  They had no minted lamb, no Lemon Drizzle desserts, no Bitter Orange mixers and no Asda potato cakes on offer or on the shelves. Tsk!

BJ rang me back to the flat and helped me up with the shopping. While we were coming into the foyer, we had a talk with a tenant, Mo – and a delivery man came in with a parcel for a flat and jut dumped it on the table in the lobby – the swine! BJ brought it up with us and dropped it off at the flat it was intended for. Jolly good egg out our BJ!

He came to the flat and lifted the heavy bags, all three of them into the kitchen for me. He took a look at the new wet-room and was greatly impressed with it. We spoke about the upcoming Brexit vote, neither of us were fully committed yet!

I walked him down to his car, thanked him and off he went, bless him. He would not take any cash for his petrol, but said i could pay for his coffee and biscuits on his next visit to the Tenants Social Hour. Not this week of course, as the Brexit voting will be taking place on Thursday.

I got the laundry put away, then the fodder in the cupboards, freezer and fridge. Made a cuppa, took the late midday medications and got the laptop going to update this twaddle. Spent hours and hours on Facebooking. (Still, I like it!)

Had a rather delectable meal. Did the last of the foul tasting Polish tomatoes with some sliced mini peppers in the oven, mushrooms and small potatoes boiled in the saucepan, pork pie, pickled beetroots, one buttered sourdough bread and a little apple. It was so tasty, I’ll have to give this one a deserved 9.55/10!

Watched the Spain Euro match, in small segments. I kept nodding off, gave up trying and once again I could not get off to sleep for ages!

Hey-ho!

Inchcock Today Mon 20 June 2016

Monday 20th June 2016

Woke at 0455hrs, as I was (I think) having a dream: I was sat on an L9 bus, talking to one of the passengers on the other side of the bus. When I thought the lady fell asleep – I was glad at the time that it wasn’t only me who did this. The bus driver was laughing heinously, he turned to look at the passengers, and it was David Cameron in a gas mask? He told us that we all deserve to lose our bus passes, for voting for Brexit and furthermore the old age pension will have to be reduced by 40%… the gas will now be released, suitably I am using Zyklon B, thus removing 22 more costly old farts from the government costs! A manic, yet posh laugh followed. For some reason it didn’t effect me, I ran to each of the other passengers, they were all gone, all looking peaceful. It was as if Cameron couldn’t see me as I walked up to the front of the bus, and when I tried to tell him that the Brexit voting had not taken place yet, he just ignored me? He started to pour champagne from a bottle, into a large can of the poison gas, still laughing… Strange early morning dream that one!

The £300 second-hand recliner noisily allowed me out of it, and straight to the porcelain. This morning, the wee-weeing was still lengthy, but not as much as yesterday morning was. The heavy duty job went okay, no bleeding again. Two days now without any, looking good?

The joints were allowing me to move about with relative ease too!

Took the medications with a nice strong cup of tea, and into the ‘Wetroom’ to do my ablutions. All went well, no cuts from the new razors.

Did some tidying up (Not a lot mind!).

Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way down to go to town in the rain. In the lobby, I had gossip, with some other tenants. As more of the ladies arrived at the bus-stop, I moved out to make room for them under the shelter, I put me brolly up, and it blew inside out straight away. Tsk!

Another Whoopsiedangleplop! Huh!

Got into town and called in the Poundland Store and got a brolly, well I got two. Along with some nibbles for the nurses later and a Pork Farms Pork Pie.

Then as I came out, I thought I’d take a photo of the crowds in the rain… Whoopsiedangleplop! No card in the camera! I’d left it in the laptop again! So got the new brolly up and walked to Jessops Camera shop on Clumber Street to buy yet another card! They had some 32GB ones of their own label, they were a bit cheaper, so I got one of those. This meant a trip to the bank as I used up all the cash I had with me to buy it. Thus, I got a bit wet again as I hobbled into the City Centre and to the bank. 

Got some cash, and remembered to ask for £20 of it in twenty-pence pieces. (To use in the laundry room you see? I almost surprised myself remembering then, Hehe! )

Then another trek, this time to Victoria Centre, where I took the walk-over entrance on Upper Parliament Street, where I got the camera out to take a photo of the crowds in the rain.

 Perfect timing too, just second before I took the shot through the glass, the rain torrented down even harder, but only for a few seconds.

I thought it gave a bit of an eerie feeling to the photograph?

It certainly caught out a few folks who got trapped in the sudden downpour! Shame there was no pavement cyclists to get caught in it. Hehe!

Walked into the shopping centre (Mall for our American ether-friends), and as I glanced down to the lower level, the most adorable young boy, who was laughing and smiling taking an interest in everything going on around him, espied me, with my camera. As I was about to take a photographicalisation of an electric powered Nissan car on display a few yards away from the lad and his father. The boy smiled even wider, and I offered him a wave, and he gave me one back and pointed at me. This made it all worth the while of me getting soaked in the rain just to see him. What a happy lad he looked.

They had cleverly cut the car in half to display the features, and it drew a crowd of petrol heads…

Mind you, being electric-powered, perhaps I should call them Power socket heads?

I pressed on towards the Tesco Store to get some bread and whatever else I would no doubt get that I didn’t need.

Dow the escalator without any hiatus, and as I passed by the jewellery store, I took out the camera to take a photograph for the classy TFZer ladies and gents.

These ornaments, are they called? They were all labelled as New.

Some of them were rather pretty I thought.

But where did the idea’s come from? Are they from a children’s TV programme or a new Walt Disney film?

Into the Tesco store and I was immediately disappointed the there would be none of the Fresh Cream Horns jumping into my shopping basket today – they didn’t have any in stock! Huh! Just when I decided to weaken as well – Grumph! Hehe!

I wandered around, got some vegetables for tomorrow’s Crock-pot, and mini peppers. (Going to have Pork Pie today, with mushrooms, peppers and some of the bread-thins with sourdough that I got).

Left and crossed over the road and called in the Pound World shop to try and get some of the Neutradol fabric-freshener but they didn’t have any in stock either. However, I came out with mini-cereal packs, caramelised biscuits and another mini umbrella. Tsk! Still it was for Olive.

The rain had lessened as I made my way to the bus stop on King Street.

Caught the L9 bus and was back at the flats in 35 minutes.

I think the driver must have been due his lunch break?

Up and into the flat, wee-wee’d, put the nosh away, made a cuppa and took the midday medications.

Then got the fish in the oven, forgetting I was going to have the pork pie – Tsk! Mushrooms in the saucepan, onions and beetroot on the plate ready, sourdough bread too, the added the tomatoes and peppers in the oven with the battered fish.

Laptop on to update this while it cooked.

Did some Facebooking.

Settled to watch the England Footy match. We qualified at least, but once again the failure to score goals was worrying.

The mind was racing again, I was still watching TV at 0200hrs. Eventually nodded off, though.

TTFN, all.

Inchcock Today Sun 19 June 16: The Day started well, then…

Sunday 19th June 2016

Most disappointed when I woke up around 0600hrs this morning, somehow I knew I’d been dreaming but could recall nothing about them. Humph!

The £300 second-hand recliner was in the down position, and I has half in – half out of it? I got out and tried it to see if it had stopped working, but (Although noisily) it operated okay?

It dawned on me, how easily I’d just got up – Arthur Itis was in a good mood I must say. The knees were as good as they been for years, only the right wrist and arm any bother. Even, the right foot had turned back inward a bit!

In fact, the knees were so good, for a moment with the confusion over the state of the recliner and feeling half asleep, I thought I might still be dreaming?

I almost felt sanguine… for a while anyway. The call to the porcelain the overrode other concerns, and I attended the throne. A lengthy experience, due to the reluctance of my bladder to cease passing like. No bleeding from Haem Aroids or Little Inchy either. An odd sensation, for me this!

I found myself awaiting a Whoopsiedangleplop or to wake up?

When the ‘flow’ eventually ceased, I had a quick wash and went to the kitchen

Taking my usual view of the incredible scenery, I took a photo of the flowers on the bushes twelve floors down from the window. I was well pleased with how decent the image from the camera was, from such a great distance and zoomed so close up.

Made a cuppa then got the laptop on. Needed another Wee-wee. I was now getting a bit worried about these extra calls to the porcelain!

Finalised the Saturday post and started this one, in between several calls of nature.Medications

Made another cuppa and took the medicines. Then got yesterday’s checked again and published.

Spent a few more hours on the laptop, when I rose to go for yet another wee-wee, it all started. A dizzy spell, the stomach rumbling and a sudden weariness overcame me.

Sat down in the second-hand £300 recliner with a glass of milk, feeling a bit sorry for myself. Huh!

Started the nosh off.

Read the book for a while, but still felt drained for no reason?

The fodder was prepared, lamb chops, tomatoes and potato cakes with two slices of bread.

I felt I was eating this out of necessity and not hunger.

Just as well, cause it was the worst meal I’ve ever prepared since I came to this flat – horrible! The chops were tasteless, the potato cakes uneatable, the bread dried and even the tinned tomatoes were bland despite the seasoning I’d used!

Or maybe it was me?

Watched a lot of TV, kept nodding off…

Inchcock Today Sat 18 June 2016: Chemist Whoopsiedangleplop and Baked cheesy potatoes the highlight of the day!

Saturday 18th June 2016

Before I stirred at 0520hrs, I was having a dream of, even for me; Great confusion. This time, once again, I could recall a lot of bits of it:

  • Hundreds of school desks, all I could find in mine was giant bars of carbolic soap?
  • The teacher in an SS Uniform with leprechaun assistants was checking along the lines of tables and patting everyone on the head, blessing them and giving each of them a lollipop for keeping their books and pens tidy?
  • I was panicking as they drew near to checking my desk – I lifted the top and jumped inside the desk to hide?
  • I found myself instantly in a sewer being chased by giant rats, next bit confused, but they caught up with me and handed me a bus-pass, telling me I’d dropped it when I fell in through the chimney? They lifted me up through a manhole…
  • I was in the middle of a dual carriageway (Confused again) – Found I was in a police cell that had been painted pink with flower pattern tea cups and saucers on the Noddy desk… Policemen were interviewing me, one with a long beard kept clouting me over my head with his plastic truncheon? 
  • Held in a cell overnight, in the morning I had Spike Milligan as my lawyer, we were sat on commodes talking…
  • I was, to be charged with failing to make my mind up on the Brexit issue?

I’m sure, there must have been more happenings, but could not remember them. But what I did recall was more than I usually do and bits were rather lucid too.

The £300 second-hand noisy recliner worked, and I got out of it and to the porcelain room. I had what must have been the longest lasting weewee of my life. I thought it would never end! Still, no bleeding this morning from anywhere.

Into the kitchen and got the kettle on – the view out through the window of the copse below brought a smile to my face.

Bootiful!

As I took the medications, I pondered… I’d forgotten to fetch the prescriptions yesterday, so I can have a walk into Carrington to get them later, or leave it until when I go for the INR test? I’ll never hang myself, far too much of a vacillator.

Got the Friday post finished and commenced this one. Facebooking for a few hours got caught up at last.

Got ready, shave shower and sh… the rest of the stuff like. Then off on my walk into Carrington for fetch the prescriptions and get some potatoes to make some cheesy baked spuds to have with me last ‘Not-yet-burnt’ minted lamb chops’ Then I realised I couldn’t cook them together, so decided on a beef slice with the tatties. Hehe!

Had an absolutely marvellous shower and did my ablutions. Used the orange shower gel today.

Caught buses back – oh me poor feet!

Off on the walk to the chemist shop.

No sun shining but is a pleasant enough day and the rain kept off.

I called en route to see how BJ was. But, he wasn’t in.

I thought I’d taken a photo of his street, but it didn’t come put on the screen.

Decided not to use the camera until I could find out what I’d done wrong or what had caused the annoying mini Whoopsiedangleplop!

On to the Lidl food store and had a wander around. Getting some bits en route: Tin of tomatoes with basil, jelly babies, mild chicken curry, BBQ ketchup (Catnip in America I think?), Natural and lemon yoghourts and some baking potatoes.

Caught the bus back, because me feet and knees were giving me some grief by then. Got another one for the three stops up Winchester Street Hill.

Got in the flat, wee-wee’d and made a cuppa. Took the midday medications. Then I got the laptop on and updated this to here and tried the camera out by taking a photo from the kitchen window.

Seemed to work okay? How it didn’t work earlier… Another mystery to take to my grave with me?

Got the potatoes in the oven and then checked the emails, a lot had come in since this morning.

Did some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. Then did some Facebooking.

Checked the baking potatoes, turned them over,

Then applied some antiseptic cream to the burnt fingers. Tsk! 

Huh!

Finished the Facebooking, turned off the laptop and wee-wee’d with great involuntarily sustained persistence once again.

One of the baked potatoes skins had split, so I decided to get the flesh of both of them and spent ages mashing and mixing. I sprinkled some vinegar, sea salt and a lot of grated mature cheese with the potato for ages, then spread the mixture on an oven tray and forked the top of it to allow for quick browning and returned it to the oven, along with beef slices.

Half an hour later, it looked okay, and I served it up without burning my fingers this time.

Some tomatoes were added to this.

I scooped some of the cheesy potatoes into the surviving husks, dipped it in a bit of BBQ sauce, ate the split skins, and I dined away. The potatoes tasted lovely, wish I’d made more of and just ate them alone, now.

Planned to watch some TV after viewing some DVD. Kept nodding off, though. Reckon I got off proper around 0100hrs… with a very contented tummy, though! Hehe!

Inchcock Today Fri 17 June 2016: Happy day

Friday 17th June 2016

What a dream. I only slept for a couple of hours but I was back in the dream world being chased around a gigantic office complex, corridors hunted this time by hundreds of postmen trying to hand me a letter as I ran away, ended up on the roof?

It was already gone 0700hrs by the time I’d made a cuppa and taken the medications. Very late for me, but the lack of sleep forced my poor battered body to overlay, for the first time in years!

Did my ablutions then got the laptop on to finish the post off for yesterday.

Around 0830hrs, I’d got that done, and then assembled the things I needed for the visit to see Deana Walker, the helpful if busy, Obergruppenfureress of the compound at the Community Shed. She had to sort it today as far as she could because she is off for a week and a half tomorrow. She kindly filled in the application form for the Podiatry assessment. I later filled it in and foolishly forgot that it needed the Doctors signature on it! I’d stamped and sealed the envelope, Tsk! So I did it again and left the form in the unsealed envelope, this time, ready to take with me on my next INR test, which I don’t know when it will be because I have not had a return form and date from the haematology department yet. Ain’t life messy at times?

She then advised me on the Coopers of Stortford sales pamphlet I’d received with someone else’s name on it? She said they were a good company, and others had used it in the past. So I got the go ahead to do an order for some stuff on the internet.

Said thanks and bid Julie and Deans farewell and back to the home… I like that word. On the way, I spotted three wood pigeons on the grass.

Beautiful!

Back to the laptop and did the order for the catalogue stuff, overdid it again!

Ordered a pole with shelves for the shower room, storage… well, two storage boxes, waterproof and very narrow. I think they will fit in nicely, I hope so. Also bought two umbrellas that they say will not blow inside out, two for the price of one! Finally, a collapsible walking stick. The delivery it told me at the end of my placing the order and paying for it, will be within 28 days! Hey-ho, hope I’m in when it all arrives? Got an email in confirmation.

Checked the emails and started this post going.

Blimey, had the time passed! Gone 1300hrs now! No time to go on Facebook, as I need to go into Sherwood and take some stuff to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop, and get some bread and vegetables.

I got down and outside and decided to take a picture of a single daisy on the verge…

Went back up to get the camera. Called in to see Olive, had a chat. To the flat got the camera and down and out again to take the photo of the beautiful daisy.Realised I’d not got the mobile with me!

Realised I’d not got the mobile with me!

Went back up to get the mobile phone.

Yet again, down and outside. Got the photo of the daisy!

Walked down Winchester Street, the sun was out, it wasn’t raining nor was it cold at all.

Walked down Winchester Street, the sun was out, it wasn’t raining nor was it cold at all.

Called in the fruiterer’s, but they had no Cox’s apples. Up the hill and called in Wilko to get a bottle of Dettol lavender disinfectant, but they had none in stock!

Met a pavement cyclist on the way.

Went into the Co-op store. Bought some tomatoes, I couldn’t cope with the bitter polish ones I had left, so I’ll use them in my next casserole. A lemon-curd swiss roll, some lettuce and cucumber (For my planned salad and potato rostis) and a pack of mini jam doughnuts, that were 2 for pound, but had to pay 69p for the one and only one they had left on sale. Grumph!

Walked up and through Woodthorpe Park back to the flats and walked the last stint down through the copse.

It was so wonderful in there, no one else about and the birds songs rampant.

The mud was a bit slippery mind.

Had a bit of bother getting out at the bottom of the hill.

Nearly had a Whoopsiedangleplop a couple of times, but caught my balance safely.

Glad to say.

The weather had gone a bit dark, and the sunshine weakened earlier when I was on Mansfield Road after I came out of the Co-op store.

For some reason, I’d altered the settings on the camera and took this photo in mono?

Safe back in the building, I called in to share the doughnuts with Olive.

Back at the flat, I got the salad and chicken on the plate ready, and the rostis in the oven cooking.

Updated this and then dined well on, potato rostis, mushrooms. sweet peppers, onions in oil, diced salad beetroot with carrots and onions, tomatoes, mini pork pie and chicken thighs.

Took the medications, turned on the TV and drifted into slumber.

Woke after an hour or so, and realisedfor some reason, I’d forgot to fetch the prescriptions form the chemist.

Humph!

Watched a bit of a Law & Order episode and continued to battle to get back to sleep again, but kept on nodding off for a few minutes at a time for ages.

Inchcock Today Thur 16 June 2016: Busy day

Thursday 16th June 2016

What a dream… I was being chased by feet, yes feet! Corridors and passages blood everywhere with these giant feet with heads on where the ankles should have been? I didn’t recognise any of the heads, though. They had eyes on their feet, at the base of their toes and the toes had kitchen utensils sticking out of them: forks, knives, spoons, spatulas, etc.?

When I woke, I saw the kitchen towels with their blobs of blood at the side of the £300 second-hand creaking recliner and checked if the ear had stopped bleeding.

It was well matted, so I decided to leave it alone and show the nurse later at the INR blood test with the surgery nurse. I’ll just wash it gently around the lesion I think.

Took the medications with a cup of char.

To the porcelain throne – most difficult, painful passing this morning. But, no bleeding!

Put the list of things to remember for today’s proceedings in me bag while I thought of it.

 Did my ablutions.

Laptop on and finished the Wednesday post off. Then started to do this one.

Got ready and wandered down to the Community Hut for the Tenant’s Social Hour. BJ did not come as he said he was going to. Disappointed.

I’d forgotten to take the camera and mobile with me so I couldn’t ring him up to see if he was alright. However, it was a good session today. Mainly gossiping with and listening to Toni, William and Eddie. I enjoyed it so much.

Back to the flat in the rain, wee-wee’d and made a cuppa, got the laptop back on to update this to here, then remembered about calling BJ to see how he is. So I did. No reply, hope he’s alright, I’ll call at his house on the hobble to the surgery later.

Rang Sister Jane. “The number you are calling is unavailable at this time”?

Did some Facebooking.

Set out on my walk to the doctors. Meeting some residents in the lobby, and had a chinwag. Which meant I was a going to be little later than planned when I got to the surgery. I pushed myself as far as I could, and I managed to get there just in time for my appointment.

The nurse told me I’d done the right thing with the bleeding earhole. She gave me an application form and leaflet for Nottingham City Care Podiatry, I’ll get time in the morning to study it and ask Deana for guidance, I hope.

She did the test, and I was soon on my way to the bus stop to catch a bus to Arnold to pick up the photographs; crap they were!

Heads cut off, writing cut off, huh!

Caught a bus into Arnold and had a wander around, foolishly going into Boyes store and coming out many pounds lighter and a great bag of articles I’d purchased. Still, I now have an extra pair of trousers, another can of foot spray, and shower room anti-fog spray, some loose fitting boxer shorts and a pack of three comfy-fit socks.

The spending continued when I got the photographs at Asda (Walmart) and got some shopping while I was there. Wholemeal Irish Batch Bread, Honey yoghourts, two desserts, tomato puree and a TV paper for next week.

I took a photo to put on the TFZ Facebook page of some summer hats with bras in the background. The summer hats for the gals and the bras for the lads. Hehehe!

Feeling tired then. Made my way to the bus stop to get the last L9 bus back to the flats.

Observed that the bench near the stop had suffered even more damage that on Tuesday, again.

At the bus stop, a lady chatted with me and caught the same bus.

The sun was shining now, no signs of rain whatsoever?

The British weather is so changeable nowadays.

Stayed away for the whole journey, although it was a close thing at times.

When I got off the bus, I meandered down towards the copse.

In the bushes were many bee-like insects and one I couldn’t recognise at all.

I tried taking a photo, but only caught one bee-like and the unknown one.

A bit like a butterfly but with very narrow wings?

Got in, noticed the washing machines were free. Up to the flat and wee-wee’d lengthily, got the laundry down and in the washer.

Two hours later I’d got it all done and back to the apartment and got the stuff away in the airing cupboard and clothe racks.

Well tired out now, weary and ready for the kip.

But I managed to get the fodder prepared without any hiatus.

Martin’s recommended Rooster chips, chicken thighs, tomatoes, peppers, onions and beetroots. Lemon dessert and an apple to follow, and only two slices of Batch Bread eaten with it – as part of my deliberate rigid dietary practice that I had adopted.

Marvellous meal!

Sorted out some proggies to watch on the goggle-box from 2000hrs to 2200hrs… Fell asleep around 2010hrs, and woke up at 0035hrs! Best laid plans eh?

Reckon I dod too much today, of course after I woke up and climbed out of the shuddering and getting more noisier £300 recliner chair to go to the porcelain – I couldn’t get back to sleep for ages.

Hey-ho!

Inchcock Today Wed 15 June 2016: Whoopsiedangleplop shaving!

Wednesday 15th June 2016

Kept springing awake throughout the night? Eventually around 0520hrs, nature, or rather demand, for bodily functions to be performed, forced me to lower the shuddering £300 second-hand recliner and visit the porcelain throne. A little bleeding from Haem Aroids but Little Inchy did not bleed at all.

A good start I thought. Went to make a cuppa, took the medications, did the BP tests and got the laptop on. Did some graphics and started this off after finishing the Monday post.

I had to smile again when I saw Lynton’s postcard on the desk.

This started me thinking about when would be the best time for me to take a shower. I had not realised how noisy the water pump would be until I tried it yesterday morning.

I must try to see Barbara next door and find out if the sound had bothered her at all. Hopefully, if it didn’t, I can take a shower regularly in the early morning. Yesterday, Olive said she could hear the flat above her when they use theirs. Her family were taking her out yesterday, must try to call and see if she enjoyed it, what with all the rain like.

Made another cuppa and a pot of porridge and got on Facebooking for an hour or so, to catch up on it.

Sister Jane rang, told me to look at page eight of the Nottingham Post, about a resident who had a Whoopsiedangeplop and had to go to the hospital, and the help he had received.

Noticed a photo of the floods in Nottingham.

Got ready and took my shower and abluted my extremities. No, belay that notification, a change of mind and I did a few hours work on the graphicationalisationing instead. Then back on Facebook, because I’ve got such a lot of running about to do tomorrow, I treated me to a day in.

Facebooking over now, I’ll get the things ready for my second shower. TTFN.

Oh dearie me!

Caught the edge of the interagic incisure of me left ear-hole with the razor blade. Boy did it bleed. TCP’d and after shave generously applied, I thought I’d stopped in and got in the shower.

Huh! Blood all over me and the new wet-room floor now!

Had to keep the paper towels soaking it up, I used a few, dabbing all the time when drying off and cleaning the room, and getting me nosh on, and updating this tosh… still it hasn’t stopped, although it’s slowing down nicely… I hope.

The pie and baked beans, must be ready now, so I’ll nip off and sort it and catch up on this in the morning. TTFN.

Medications took and the simple nosh served and enjoyed.

Spiced beetroot, seasoned baked beans, beef slice and tomatoes with a slice of bread, an apple and a banana. Followed

Followed by a lemon dessert.

The bleeding from the ear began to lessen at last. died down recliner with tissues paper towels nearby

Did the washing, wrote a note of things to do tomorrow. I dived down recliner with tissues paper towels nearby

I dived down into the £300 second-hand noisy but working recliner with many paper towels to hand nearby on the arm of the chair.

And much used they were over the next few hours.

I think putting the headphones on to listen to the sound from the TV might have helped with the eventual stopping of the bleeding, many hours later.

I’ll mention this to the nurse in the morning if I remember.

With the ear-hole needing dabbing for so long, it was very late before I got off to sleep.

Tsk!

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