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Thu 10 Sept 15: Inchcock Today

Thursday 10^th September 2015

Woke at 0515hrs – Feeling a bit perkier.

WC’s, cleaned and creamed me bleeding parts. Tsk!

Made a cuppa and took me medications. Laptop on.

Did some graphics in response to an email from Marie Young hoping she might use it.

Finished off yesterdays Diary and got it posted, then started this one-off.

The lump from me Whoopsiedangleplop yesterday has gone down a lot.

The Iceland delivery arrived and I put the stuff away… ish!

WC’d and got me things ready – The laundry and accoutrements, rubbish beg and recycling bags to put down the chute on me way down to the laundry room, bag with me crossword book in it, and set off to the chute, then lift… realised I’d not got me hearing aids in – nipped back to the flat and put em in like.

To the lifts again and down t’laundry room.

Only the first machine free so used that one.

It started, the indicator telling me I had 25 minutes until it finished.

Now the lady last week told me it took an hour?

Had I miss-heard her? Had I selected the wrong programme?

I nipped to the Community shed but no one was in again.

Returned and did me crosswording for about 15 minutes, then I nipped in to check the machine – and it now told me I had 45 minutes left???

Back to the crosswords.

Eventually it finished and then I had to take out someone’s drying from the drier as it had finished a good while earlier, to put mine in. I knew this machine took an hour after having used it before like. So I nipped up to the flat and got the donations for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop in a bag, and took a walk through the park into Sherwood

Half way up the hill into the park there is a bench near the gravel path until.

Here I noticed a new species pf plant growing next to it.

I think I’ll Christen them ‘Stella-Di-Alcoh. Hehe!

On into Sherwood and dropped the stuff off at the Hospice shop.

Luckily a bus was due as I passed the stop, so I caught the bus back to the flats. Had a chin-wag en route with some other tenants who were on the bus.

I realised what the noise must have been that I heard earlier when I saw the contractors equipment opposite the flat. No sign of any workers now mind.

Back in the laundry room it wasn’t long before me togs were ready.

Up to the flat and just made the WC in time. Put me togs away and got a meal on – It was supposed to be a treat for missen – Beef and Veg in black bean sauce, potatoes and chips (Only a few mind!).

I got it in the oven and started to update this diary – later I smelt the burning…

Kerplatzworthness!

Despite what it looked like, I added some beetroot and dried roast onions to it and ate the lot – it was right tasty too! In fact, I rated it 8.8/10.

Took me evening med’s.

Getting tired now and I have to stay up for a visitor coming between 9 and 10-pm. I deliberately didn’t tell you it was me Morrison’s delivery to keep you guessing… oh, sugar, too late now.

WC’d again and cleaned the oven and some surfaces.

Got an email from the doctors asking me to make an appointment for me next INR Warfarin blood level check. Got in for next Monday at 1030hrs. Put it in e Google diary.

Tomorrow I plan to attempt to open the kitchen window (I just couldn’t manage it today, fingers you know) and get it cleaned. I just hope me fingers will let me hold the knob and Arthur Isis permits me reach up and pull it around and down. Then tackle the kitchen surfaces, then the kitchen floor mopped up. We’ll see eh?

If I manage it and have any energy left, I might clean the bathroom up then…

I didn’t nod off while I stayed up late waiting for the delivery. Rare that!

Tried putting on the TV and that did it – off I went. Luckily I’d set the alarm for just before the delivery came.

The Morrison man arrived and I stored away the stuff. I got some plastic trays again so should have enough to use in the 1967 G-Plan designed cabinet.

I thought about Patti Bekert and her art-show. When I get some more piccies of her art I’ll do another graphicalisation.

I wondered how Angie was doing with her move to another apartment. Bet she’s so busy, I hope she manages okay. Sent her a hug and best wishes through the ether.

TTFN all.

Wed 9 Sept15: Inchcock Today – Whoopsiedangleplop once again, Tsk!

Wednesday 9^th September 2015

Woke up at 0410hrs in the chair where I fell asleep last night while watching TV.

Think I had some amazing dreams, but nothing concrete could be recalled – just a feeling of frustration?

WC’d, made a cuppa and cleared up the food wrappers at the side of the chair – Tsk!

Took me medications and cleaned up bleeding ‘Little Inchy’.

Laptop on and yesterdays dairy done and posted, started this one off.

Did some graphic work, Facebooked a while and then got on with trying to sort one of the dozen of giant bags that need sorting. Got me trays I bought to see if they fit into me 1967 cabinet etc.

Decided to get a bath and pretty myself up and hope I feel a bit better.

Had a super-soak, got me bus-pass, the Panasonic Lumix with the view-finder camera etc ready for me mission.

That was to go into Arnold and see if the shops there had any jackets with plenty of pockets in them. Then get some photographicalisationing done in the Nottingham Arboretum. Then see if the shops in town had any jackets with plenty of pockets in them.

Had a natter with some other residents at the bus-stop, then caught the bus into Arnold. (Oh that pensioners free-bus-pass is so appreciated! I wondered if Duncan had used his yet?) No jackets suitable in those shops, so caught a bus into town.

Dropped off on Mansfield Road and walked through the Arboretum. Some humans in the grounds but I didn’t see any animals to photograph on me way through and down to the pond come lake.

But there, were my favourites there – pigeons and mallard ducks, although not many mallards today.

Got me seed and fed them and took some photographs as they jostled to get theirs first.

I think that it’s amazing how mallards and pigeons get along, even when food is on offer, without squabbling with each other.

There were a lot of young ducks in the pond this afternoon.

I walked on down to the West gate entrance/exit and onto Waverley Street.

As I approached the gates I noticed a bee was jumping from one flower to another to get some nectar I assume.

He only stayed on each yellow flower head for a few seconds before he was off to another, he really was a busy-bee! Haha!

I tried several times to catch him with the camera. Later when I got back to the house and laptop and downloaded the pictures from the card – only one of the shots I took came out decent.

As I walked into town there were several Nottingham pavement Cyclists as usual – this one was on the pavement despite there being a cycle lane on the road? Ignoramus!

Up the hill and down into the City Centre.

They had some Foreign food stalls in the slab-square again.

A German BBQ stall that only had sausages on offer, the usual Indian, Chinese and a Spanish stall amongst the non-food ones.

I walked down Wheeler Gate and called in two stores in search of a suitable coat, but neither had any in.

Came out of the second store and sneaked some seed to the pigeons.

Walked back up and into Primark in case they had some jackets suitable – of course they didn’t.

I was after one of those sleeveless ones with no end of pockets all over them.

Caught the L9 back to the flats – and I reckon I must have nodded off on the bus five or six times, and was lucky in waking when I did not to miss me stop! Huh! It doesn’t seem to happen so often on the diesel buses, but almost every-time I go on one of these electric powered ones in the afternoons. Wonder why?

Got in the flat and got me nosh cooking. I purposely made a little less this time as part of me new determination to lose some of the weight I’ve added to me belly since moving into this flat and getting a cooker.

Laptop on and updated this diary while it was cooking – had to nip to the WC and when I opened the door – the heat that hit me was lovely – I’d left the wall heater on from when I got out of the bath earlier. Made me realise how cold it was in the rest of the flat.

Got me nosh, cleverly put it in a smaller dish to fool myself into thinking I was eating me usual dollop like.

Boiled spuds, cubed spuds, tomatoes, roast parsnips, carrots onions gravy and braised beef. The roast parsnips were delectable!

Followed by a lemon yoghurt and Fromage Frais, no crisps to follow and no chocolate or biscuits either… yet!

OH DEAR OH DEAR!

After eating I started to clean the pots and kitchen like…

As the point of the knife stuck in me finger…

I whipped me hand out of the bowl sharpish…

Stepped back and fell over the rubbish bin. Luckily as I went down only the side of me head hit the counter.

I got up okay though… swore and then saw that the tiny wee cut on me finger could only be located with great difficulty, it is that minute! Tsk and Humph!

The bruise on me head is coming up nicely though.

Got me INR Warfarin Blood level results in the post. 4.7, very high, that means it is too thin, so less chance of having a blood-clot but more chance of bleeding to death – Hey-ho.

Rubbed some cream on me lump on me head, Cortisoided ‘Little Inchy’ and took me medications. Took extra antacid for me ulcer and stomach.

Noises coming from somewhere now, but can’t pinpoint em or work out what is making them? Sounds like crumbling concrete to me… oh, it’s stopped.

Couldn’t get to sleep – turned on the telly and listened through the headphones. Tried to nod off again… Read some of me book. Tried to get to sleep again, kept waking up regularly. I think it must have been around 0300hrs when I finally got off.

Woke up around 0530hrs. Humph!

Tue 8 Sept 15: Inchcock Today – Dentist, extraction and filling – No tooth Fairy though, Tsk!

Tuesday 8^th September 2015

Woke at 0315hrs – Blimey it’s cold this morning. WC’d, ‘Little Inchy’ worse than ever, blood all over me togs, more extra washing again, Tsk!

Made a cuppa and took me medications as I shivered away – I must get to see someone today to explain this Night-Storage heating system and how it works.

Laptop on and finished yesterdays and started this diary. The USB extension thingy still have to be plugged-unplugged several times before the laptop can read it?

Finished a graphic on Coreldraw X7 and Corelpaint of Patricia Kropf.

I’ve been working on this one for a time now when I’ve had the chance.

Glad itcame out alright.

Remembered the Morrison delivery coming this morning, then I have to get ready for the visitation to the dentist for me extraction and filling.

Lesser men than I would be nervous about this yer know.

Doesn’t bother me in the slightest, no fear at all, I welcome the pain.

Made a cuppa and then had a spruce-up, shave and… other things in the bathroom…

Took rubbish and recycle bags and threw them down the waste hute on me way to the community shed to ask Deana if they could so anything with helping me to be able to open the kitchen window to clean it.

She is on holiday, at the same time that the Camp Obergruppenfurher Julie is? Bad planning that innit?

Walked up and through Woodthorpe Park and into Sherwood, avoiding the many Pavement cyclists and dogs en-route.

Arrived in plenty of time for the dentist so I called in the charity shop to see if they had any furniture, bed or curtains I might invest in.

They hadn’t.

Back to the Polish dentists, where the receptionist who scares the hell out of me was on duty. I handed her me appointment letter… She looked on the computer and gave me a look of disdain adding: “I am calling you this morning and you are not answering no!”

Me: “No, I mean yes that’s right, I was in the bath when you called, there was no number to ring back on, so I didn’t know it was you.

Her: “This is not good! The dentist is off sick! I needed to inform you, Yes!”

Me: “Not my fault is it?”

Her: “Ve vill have to make anther appointment” – the keys rattled on her machine and she handed me a print-out of the new appointment – 18th Sept!

Me: “Where will I be sending the charge to?” I asked smilingly

Her: “Wos?!

Me: “Well you inform me that if I fail to turn up for any appointment, you will charge me a minimum of £18.50. So who do I charge the £18.50 to then?”

Her: “We no pay, you failed to answer your phone!”

Me: “Which I wouldn’t have done if your dentist had not gone sick – yes?”

Her: At this she turned and spoke with one of the other camp Kommandant receptionists then said: “Ve can take you off of our list your are avare of this yes?”

Me: Grinning broadly I replied: “I was joking, only joking, but you agree it should work both vays yes?” I enjoyed that!

I left and wobbled down to Wilko’s, where I went in to get some more wood dye.

I came out with an a 16mb SD card, £5 wardrobe organiser, Pledge polish, Wipe roll, Dusters, soap capsules, Olive oil, kitchen cleaner, bathroom cleaner and 375mg magnesium & Vit B tablets!

Walked up through Sherwood to the bus-stop and had a peep see if the L9 or L8 bus was due.

Found I’d just missed them both.

Hey-ho.

Me:

Got some bits from the Cooperative store.

Some red peppers, and a packet of biscuits.

Pavement cyclists were about as usual but with the two bags I could not get me camera out in tome to catch em.

The traffic was building up as I limped up the hill over it and into Woodthorpe Park.

Getting a bit nippy now.

A feeling came over me that I must top this spending.

For some reason I remembered dreaming of Lynton Cox last night – something about him giving a lecture and I couldn’t get the lectern lights to work?

As I walked up the footpath through the park up to where I turn right and down to the flats, I noticed a chap with a dog on the longest lead I’ve ever seen.

It wasn’t one of those reel-in-out ones.

In this picture the hap still had more dog-lead in loops on his arm to use.

I walked through a little clump of trees in the way down the hill in hopes of seeing some wild-life to photograph.

When I came out of the wood, a beautiful scene met me.

Back onto the path and down to the flats.

Got in the flat, WC’d, and got the laptop on.

Updated this tosh.

Put the new date for the dentist visit in my Google diary.

Got me salad ready: Cheese, apple, sliced tossed peppers in Virgin Oil, raw garden peas, tomatoes, potatoes, lettuce, beetroot, potato salad, pork and pickle pork pie and some parsnips I roasted in’t oven – and burnt!

Did some graphicalisationing and then got the nosh down me. Rated it 8.6/10

The weariness dawned again and I did nowt but snooze for ten minutes or so, wake-up, pass wind and snooze again all night! Tsk!

Mon 7 Sept 15: Inchcock Today – Medical mayhem

Monday 7^th September 2015

Up at 0230hrs… WC visit.

Arthur Itis not so bad this morning. But give him time…

Made a cuppa and started the laptop. Had a problem with getting the external storage drive to load. Tried connecting through the new multi-USB thing then directly to the laptop – which didn’t find it? After many attempts suddenly it read it?

So I downloaded all me work saved onto it to the Documents folder on the laptop – which defeats the object of having the external-drive in the first place to save using space on me hard-drive? Tsk!

Finished Sundays diary off and got it posted, then started on this one.

WC’d.

After a couple of hours I’d caught up, made a cuppa and took me medications.

GP for me Warfarin blood tests this morning, then the clinic to have ‘Little Inch’ looked at again.

It’s a bit nippy this morning and drab with it.

Took a photograph from the kitchen window here to show you.

It’s grand having a view like this every morning to look at.

I wondered as I perused the view, how many Nottingham Pavement Cyclists, shoplifters and alcoholics lived nearby.

Only joking!

Off to the doctors to see the nurse for me Warfarin Blood-test. Remembered on the way out to drop off the previous tenants letters at the Woodthorpe Community Shed – the door was open but nobody inside, so left the letters and some nibbles on the table for Camp Guards. (Hehe, I’m feeling witty this morning?)

Also remembered I had to collect me prescriptions from the chemist as well today.

Set off down the Winchester Street hill, and right up Mansfield Road hill into Carrington. Over the top and down, crossed over and called in the paper shop and treated missen to a newspaper (Cause I forgotten to put me crossword book in me bag to do at the GP and clinic while waiting like – Tsk!), then on to the chemists.

I got the prescriptions given me in a bag on their own. I could have done with a trolley! Hehe.

Then I called at Lidl to get a pork pie. Came out of Lidl with the pork pie, a Polish Zywiecka Extra pork Sausage slice, sautéed onion potato slices and a pot of Crème Fraiche… I can hear you asking what’s the plonker bought Crème Fraiche for?

Well you see I misread it for cream cheese.

One of the TFZ gals recommended cream cheese fer me to try yer see – and I couldn’t find any until today – well no, that’s not right cause it was Crème Fraiche that I found wonnit?

Anyway, if anyone would be kind enough to tell me wot Crème Fraiche is and how and what to eat it with I’d me be grateful please, before its sell-by date.

Thanking you in advance. I’m trying out new recipes inspired by the TFZ gals yer know. Must thank em the angels, when I get on Facebook again.

I’m looking forward to trying the sautéed potatoes later. Mind you, I noticed it had two orange warning tabs on it? Humph!

So, (Heavily ladened) I nipped down to the surgery to see the nurse. Booked missen in and started reading the newspaper.

When I got called in, I was so glad to see it was Nurse Ann on duty and not Nurse Gruppenfurher… er, Glenda.

She sorted me nicely like, and I asked her to take the nibbles I’d brought for the staff and departed.

Caught a bus to the City Hospital.

Got in the clinic and signed in with Mr Gloom and doom on the reception. People like him should really have a different career yer know. Maybe a hangman or assassin would suit him better. Just a thought.

Went through and sat down, got me crossword book out cause I had good half hour until me appointed time, and a lady came to collect me within two minutes of me starting the crossword.

The usual talk and questions before she took in a treatment room and had a look at ‘Little Inch’s lesion. Always an embarrassing practice this, fer me, not the doctor. After a few oohs and arghs and telling me she didn’t like the look of it… she covered me up with a paper sheet and told me she would be back shortly with a colleague who she wanted to look over ‘Little Inchy’.

Deja vu at this stage – all this happened on me last visit – I wondered if the same female doctor who came last time would return with the young doctor again?

It was too! After asking about when I how much of the last cream given me I applied – the two doctor got their heads together and told me they were going to ask the chemist there to make up a one-off cream for me to try this time. It would take a while to make up and I could wait in the waiting area.

So, I waited in the waiting area – and nearly finished me crossword book before a different lady turned up and told me how much and when to apply this new cream – and under no circumstance was I to apply it anywhere other than on the lesion itself.

I have to return in three weeks, unless any problems, then I must go back to them, or to the Out Patients at the hospital if they are not open at the time, and take my record card with me.

I pointed out that I do not have a record card. That really cheered up Mr Doom and Gloom on the reception when the doctor queried with him why I wasn’t given one on me first visit month ago…

If looks could kill, I’d have been a gonna then!

I sat down and waited again. A completely different person arrived calling me name – they will post me an updated card through the post.

Glad to be out of the way of Doom and Gloom’s stares, I departed and caught a bus back into Sherwood.

Walked up through Woodthorpe Court and down back to the flat.

Once in, I visited the WC and noticed how full me laundry bag was.

Put me nosh away, stored and rotated my medicines in the dedicated draw, WC’d again.

Then I got the soap and softener in the bag of laundry with me newspaper (Daily Mirror) and into the lift – down to the floor, realised I’d not taken the 20p’s for the machines, back up to the 12th floor, got the coins and down to the ground floor again.

Got the washing machine going, then I checked the filters in the driers – both were well clogged up. Not been cleaned for ages.

So, as a favour to the dirty idle tenants who don’t clean them, I cleaned them – Again! Tsk! There are some of the tenants who can’t get down to clean them though, it’s not easy if your a tad immobile.

Read me newspaper while the washing washed – then moved me togs into the drier.

And elderly lady came down who was new to the camp – and I had the pleasure of showing her the procedure.

I’d planned to take me camera out and have a walk around the blocks for a while to see if any photo-opportunities arose nature wise, but it started looking bit windy, so I went back in, I’d foolishly left me newspaper on the seat, when i re-entered one of the women who don’t clean the filters but could if she wanted was nicking me newspaper! Humph!

Had a go at the crossword book until the drier had finished. I put me togs in the bag and cleaned the filter – I say, Cleaned the filter!

Went up to the flat and put me togs in the airing cupboard.

Updated this diary and then got me nosh on.

The Sautéed potatoes, last two hot dog sausages, beetroot, lettuce and beetroot bread with BBQ sauce. Followed by lemon mousse.

Tomorrow is the Dentist – one filling, one extraction.

That’ll be something to look forward to!

TTFN.

Sun 6 Sept 15: Inchcock Today

Sunday 6^th September 2015

Woke at 0115hrs.

Many dreams but could only recall bits and pieces – had to nip to the porcelain, by which time I’d lost many of the memories, Tsk!

I was a ghost and wanted to touch and talk to the people in this hotel lobby I was in – frustrated…?

Alarm bells everyone running around, in Nottingham City Centre, all panicking, I was eating a blackcurrant and vanilla ice cream lolly whistling and doing a crossword and singing… pigeons?

Hey-ho.

Too early to take me medications, mustn’t forget to later though.

Made a cuppa and got the laptop on.

Finished yesterdays Diary off. Did some Facebooking then checked me emails.

Thought about Kentucky Angel Angie and wondered how she was going on with her apartment move. I hope she’s doing alright – she’ll be up to the neck in it at the moment sorting, just hope she manages alright bless her.

Thought about telling me sister Jane that I have moved and inviting her to visit, but I decided things haven’t been sorted out and arranged anything like her expectancies yet.

Got scrub-up and ready for a walk through Woodthorpe Court into Sherwood to the Co-op store.

The usual assortment of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists were ll over the place.

First two as I got to the top of the hill into the park.

Being a Sunday there were a good few pitch & putters, pitching and putting, and plenty of dogs taking their owners for a walk.

I love seeing the dogs happy chasing after the balls with their tails wagging.

I got down onto MAnsfield road and was surprised by the amount of traffic.

The pavement cyclists were still rampant, but getting the camera out to picture them was too much of an effort as I began to feel weary for some reason or other?

Had a poddle around the Co-op shop and found they had some Beetroot and apple bloomers still warm, freshly baked?

So I invested in one. (No will-power at all have I?).

Ended up buying too much unneeded stuff again. Tsk!

Still, I got a £1 off when I spend £10 within the next four days coupon at the check-out. I could have done with a coupon barring me from the shop – the amount I’m spending lately. Hehe!

When I came out, not feeling to good, but no dizzies, I took a photo from across the road of another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist as he plodded on with the pedestrians having to move out of his way!

At the same time, there were three other cyclists on my side of the road doing the same thing!

I hate feeling hatred, but these ignorant illegal morons do annoy me so, no respect or concern for the elderly or infirm pedestrians at all. It wouldn’t be so bad if the slowed down or moved away from folk!

Walked back through Woodthorpe Park.

As I got to the top and turned right, I spotted some squirrels in the trees and walked into them slowly to try and get a photo of them.

They were very small and seemed to be playing with each other.

But I could not get close enough and they were moving so fast.

Down the gavel ‘Whoopsiedangleplop’ inviting path to the flats.

Past the illegally parked car and into the reception area into the flats.

Thought I’d take a photograph of the area and it came out looking a lot cleaner than it actually is.

Up to the flat and hunger-pangs developed.

Mad missen a nosh that came out better than I thought it would.

The beetroot bread was so delicious.

After I ate it, I sat down to watch something on the TV for half an hour…

I woke up three hours later.

Cleared and cleaned up and got on with some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw x7.

Weary once again despite me ‘Old man’s nod-off’, I got missen down on the quilt.

Then got up to attend the porcelain.

I got missen down on the quilt again.

Then got up to attend the porcelain.

I got missen down on the quilt again.

Then got up to attend the porcelain.

I got missen down on the quilt again… oh dear!

Sat 5 Sept 15: Inchcock Today

Saturday 5^th September 2015

Woke up in the chair – distorted and with the angina and reflux valve giving me some gip – That’ll serve me right for missing me evening medications last night – Huh!

Made a cuppa and took me morning medications with extra painkillers.

Boy I must have been so tired again last night.

Set the laptop up with the new powered multi-USB thingamajig, so I could have access to two DSIM cards at the same time. Finished yesterdays dairy.

WC’d, bleeding not so bad this morning. The skin cancer wound started itching and stinging when I had me wash?

Did some Facebooking, checked emails and started work on a graphicalisation idea I had, that didn’t come out well.

So I spent the next few hours getting it right!

Then, the day almost gone, I made missen some nosh.

Beef sarnies, potatoes, chips (Fries) apple and beetroot followed by Cornish clotted cream with lemon yoghurt.

Took me medications with a cuppa.

Watched some TV, not a lot as I fell asleep again – forced missen down onto me quilt on the floor.

Zzzz…

The Marissa and Mike Mystery Photo?

The Marissa Bergen & Mike Steenedski Mystery Photo

Have Marissa and Mike started to confabulate again?

Has Mike finally cleared his system of the Claret then?

Has he started working again, or is calumny resounding?

Why is Marissa not giving her drums and guitar a good pounding?

Why is she not doing the laundry, cooking or ironing?

She lies there looking all desirable, appealing and tempting like,

Why is she being photographed through the window by Mike?

Can anyone explain this Mysterious scenario,

If they know, will they please tell us so?

Then we bloggers can have ammunition,

To retaliate verbally and keep down the rumours,

Of naughty things going on, and give vent to our humours!

I know this little ode is utter crap,

But I’m not well at all and in a bit of a flap,

I wanted to write summat clever, witty and that,

But I couldn’t and feel a right prat,

Alright then sorry… I’ll get me hat…

Fri 4 Sept 15: Inchcock Today

Wednesday 4^th September 2015

Woke up where I fell asleep last night while watching TV – still I didn’t have to struggle up off the floor.

Think I had some amazing dreams, just a feeling but no memories of details.

Late, gone 0600hrs but then I stayed up late last night. Kettle and laptop on, found myself singing again as I visited the WC, that soon changed when I saw the bloodied jammies – ‘Little Inch’ had been bleeding badly last night, wondered if it was something in the dreams that caused it?

Cuppa and medications taken and took some photos through the kitchen window for the top of this diary.

Feeling well drained and the stomach was gurgling a bit. Too much to eat last night me thinks. Huh!

Finished yesterdays diary off then revisited the WC.

Did some Facebooking and checked emails.

Feeling a lot better now. Got myself spruced up and ready for me visit to the Woodthorpe Park Tropical Houses visit. Then I plan to go to Long Eaton to visit the Fultons Food store in search of blackcurrant ice-cream lollies.

Took me x30Z camera with me to take some photo’s of the Tropical House plants.

Met Diana Walker as I got in the lift gave her a letter for the previous tenant and a nibble.

Walked up the hill to the park and into the Tropical Houses place… oh dear, this is what I found:

Nothing tropical here!

Terribly disappointed I walked down into Sherwood and caught a bus into town – passing several of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists en-route and throughout the rest of the day.

Why they don’t just scrap the law about riding cycles on the pavement I don’t know. The police show no signs of enforcing or pretending to enforce the law! This one nearly hit the policeman in the distance when he came out of the shop – not a sign of any admonishment from him. Tsk!

Caught the bus and got into town. Called in the pound shop and got some bread thins, then to the bus-stop over the other end of town and caught a bus into Long Eaton.

Found the Fultons Food store, and they had some blackcurrant ice-cream lollies in stock, so I took a risk of them melting on the way back and bought three boxes of six.

Had a wonder around taking in the memories the place installed in me mind of many years ago when I worked in the town.

Caught a bus back to Nottingham and wandered into the City Centre towards me bus stop for the L9 bus. Too early I had a wander around for half an hour taking some photographs as me ice-lollies slowly melted.

Clandestinely fed some pigeons a few seeds.

Using me new camera I took a close-up of some of them.

Walked up towards the bus stop on King Street and took a close-up of the statues on top of the building, hoping to show the cracks between the masonry slabs.

I’m still amazed at how they erected these in the first place, and how they have survived the blasting to clean them up.

Back to the flat and sated me hunger by making a nosh that I ate while watching me new TV in the arm chair.

Washed the pots afterwards and returned to catch the end of what I was watching on the goggle-box – that was it!

Into the land of nod.

Missed me evening medications – I’ll suffer for that later! in fact I am doing so now in the morning as I write this drivel.

Inchcock’s Abilities Revealed by Dr Duncan Robertson!

Here They Are:

* The ability to lose things, animal, material and imaginary!

* The ability to get the wrong end of the stick!

* The ability to avoid winning any raffles, games, lotteries, hearts, or even coming as high as second!

* The ability to lodge oneself up the noses of all around me!

* The ability to be the only one out of 16 lads walking down the promenade at 0600hrs in the morning, who gets bitten by the lone wandering mongrel dog that attacked just me!

* The ability to be injured and immobile, and still fall off of the hospital trolley!

* The ability to fall asleep on the bus and wake up at the local Bus Station depot, unsure of who got the bigger shock, him or the poor bus cleaner!

* The ability to get peoples names wrong, and/or forget peoples names on a regular basis!

* The ability to misplace hearing aids, spectacles, remote controls, memory sticks, camera, pens, and spoons!

* The ability to end up with odd socks at the launderette!

* The ability to take my 8 morning medications at night, and your 6 evening medications in the morning!

* The ability to go into a room, and forget more often than not what I went into that room for!

* The ability to ring the wrong number on the telephone!

* The ability to be completely ignored at Bank queues, Business office queues, Job Centre queues, Hospital queues, Shop counter queues, Inquiry desk queues, Café queues, and the general public when I collapse on the street!

* The ability to lose total and absolute control of all and any emissions of wind from my various orifices.!

* The ability to scare people horrendously when I smile and say ‘Good Morning’ to them!

* The ability to lipread wrongly!

* The ability to get on the wrong bus!

* The ability to bleed unexpectedly at regular intervals!

* The ability to get knocked into by pavement Cyclists and mobility scooter drivers!

* The ability to maintain my life of sorts, despite my lak of education, constant failings and depressions!

* The ability to tell the truth – this will get you nowhere, I know, it just confuses the bosses and politicians!

* The ability to want to help others – a futile quality!

* The ability to eat however much one puts on the plate!

* The ability to almost see my feet looking down passed your ever expanding bouncy belly!

* The ability to walk past a Barbers shop without noticing his prices!

* The ability to remember things from years ago, but not ten minutes ago!

* The ability to forget things that happened an hour ago!

* The ability to still enjoy using carbolic soap!

* The ability to realise that the adage ‘You can’t teach an old dog new tricks’ is valid!

* The ability to realise that ‘Old age people are measured as an economic liability and a social burden!

* The ability to realise that ‘Old age is a mental attitude as well as a physical problem’!

* The ability to become a sociopath, and enjoy it!

* The ability to realise that: When you live by yourself, all of your annoying habits are suddenly gone.

* The ability to understand what W Somerset Maugham meant by ‘An unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are much easier to give up than the bad ones’

* The ability to accept and dwell in ones missed opportunities!

* The ability to fall asleep, or forget about saucepans heating food on the stove, and let them burn beyond salvation!

* The ability to erect an Ikea clothes-rack and have the first person to see it completed compliment him on his new piece of Andy Warhol art!

Thu 3 Sept : Inchcock Today: Off to visit Fooey, Jane and Pete at their Mansion…

Thursday 3^rd September 2015

Woke and lay there thinking of the dreams I’d had: I was driving around the countryside at night in a great luxury car, A BMW type, and dropping folk off and picking some up. It was foggy and dank. I had the feeling that the people I was taking and picking up were happy? – Later in a totally different scenario I was stuck in a spiders web, but not concerned at all as the beast approached and wrapped me up and hung me up? – I found a scribbled note on me book about Back at college doing Grocers Institute course, but can’t remember owt about it like?

Forced missen to get up, boy was I still tired.

Soon found ‘Little Inchy’ had been and was Bleeding, so I went t’bathroom the corticosteroid cream is getting low now. Not easy stopping the leakage this morning but I eventually managed it. WC’d.

Made cuppa and took me medications.

Found wrist alarm and hearing aids where I expected to (Not bragging like… well, yes I am). Made sure I’d got all I needed in me bag and jacket: Solicitors letters to show Jane and Pete as I collect the house-deeds later on me visit to fuss Fooey the cat, camera, nibbles for Jane and Pete, mobile phone in pocket, bus-pass.

Did some Facebooking and finished yesterdays Diary.

Time to do some graphicalisationing before I have to get missen cleaned up ready for me trip to the Mansion.

All prepared I went down and waited in the reception area at the entrance for a few minutes due to the weather being cold outside.

♫ Baby it’s cold outside,

(I really can’t stay) But, baby, it’s cold outside
(I’ve got to go away) But, baby, it’s cold outside
(This evening has been) Been hoping that you’d drop in
(So very nice) I’ll hold your hands they’re just like ice

(My mother will start to worry) Beautiful, what’s your hurry
(My father will be pacing the floor) Listen to the fireplace roar
(So really I’d better scurry) Beautiful, please don’t hurry
(Well, maybe just half a drink more) Put some records on while I pour

(The neighbours might think) Baby, it’s bad out there
(Say what’s in this drink) No cabs to be had out there
(I wish I knew how) Your eyes are like starlight now
(To break this spell) I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell

(I ought to say no, no, no, sir) Mind if I move in closer… ♫

Sorry, got carried away again… Tsk!

Had a chin-wag with some other tenants as we waited, then moved out and I got the bus into town.

Slipped the pigeons some seeds as I walked to the bus-stop and caught the bus out to West Bridgford. I was soon at Jane & Pete’s palace. Jane was cleaning the porch-way windows and floor, so got me to step over onto the mat… nearly had a Whoopsiedangleplop!

I gave them their nibbles and pressies, half expected birthday surprise back from them but nothing matured.

Pete produced some old blown-up Ordnance Survey maps of old Nottingham and we had an interesting chat over them.

After Jane and Pete finished their er… discussion on where Cromwell Street was on the map – Jane won 3-2, we looked at another two maps Pete had.

It was fascinating looking at how it was in 1865.

Whoever drew them to scale must have been a genius without all the od cons not being available.

A squirrel appeared on the there bird table and I used me new camera to take some shots of it.

Very pleased with the results I must say.

Took some photo’s of Fooey. They came out with Red-eye, so I’ll me interested in seeing how they come out after treatment on the Corelpaint proggy later, never tried red eye removal before.

Then Jane set to kindly explaining my faults to me:

I don’t listen to what people say! Difficult when she and Pete are talking at the same time with the TV on in the background – but I dare not say owt like…

I don’t eat properly. How does she know when she hasn’t been to see me for two years? – but I dare not say owt like…

I’m too trusting! – Guilty!

I can’t expect to make friends if I don’t go out socialising! I can’t afford to yet – but I dare not say owt like…

I’ll never get anywhere to live if I don’t pull me socks up! I haven’t told her yet that I have moved – but I dare not say owt like…

My glasses aren’t clean enough – Guilty! – but I dare not say owt like…

There were many more, but I don’t have enough band-width to list em all – Hehe.

Pete thanked me for the painkillers I gave him for his toothache… no, come think of it he didn’t. He was in a grumpy mood, the pain I suppose, so I forgave him.

I made an excuse after two hours and left to catch the bus back into town.

Had some time to kill so called in the pound Shop and got some bread. Then down into town where, parked in the exact spot I parked in years ago when i was working in security and on an alarm response activation and got a parking ticket for me efforts – was the Lord Mayors Jaguar – but it didn’t bother me after all these years, oh no indeed.

I had a walk up Clinton Street, so much busier than yesterday.

Unfortunately I walked past Jessops and forgot about going in about the camera – Flogglecocks!

I put it down to me attention being taken away by the young lady with the gorgeous chunky legs on display in the photo like.

To the bus stop to find I’d missed the L9 – these gals showing their legs cause all sorts of problems don’t they? Tsk!

So I got on an Arnold bus and dropped off in Sherwood, crossed the road and walking up to see when the next L8 from there was, it arrived and drove passed the bus-stop while I was ten foot away. Hey-ho.

Carried on up the hill and had another walk through Woodthorpe Park back to the flats – the tootsies were aching a bit when I got in.

First thing WC’d, then made a nosh and watched some television – Yes… I can now I’ve got me headphones sorted. (He says smugly)

Washed the pots and cleared up and got on with downloading the photographs I took of Fooey at the Mansion while being rollocked by Jane.

I was mildly chuffed when I got them done. The first one above had bad Red-eye, first effort didn’t clear it all, second perfick! Cropped it too.

I got Jane to give hold him while I fussed him. I’d have got down to cuddle hie bit last time i couldn’t get up again! Tsk! Got rid of Red-eye.

Last one, I mirrored it horozntally and added a spotlight onto Fooey’s head and face.

Not happy with this one though. In’t he great?

Bless him. So much character for very senior cat.

Cuppa and took me medications.

Updated this diary then got into doing some Facebooking at last, despite it being a little late.

Got the headphones onto the TV and sat down to watch two episodes of ‘New Tricks’ Fell asleep…