Inchie Today

Wed 8/4/15: Inchcock Today – Great News Arrives!

Wednesday 8^th April 2015

I woke up around 0530hrs WC’d and put the water heater on. Nodded off again and around 0745hrs I rose and set-about getting the stuff ready for the hospital visit.

Used me new ‘Boots’ £29.99 Blood Pressure Monitor for the first time this morning.

Recorded the results that were:

Syst: 139 Dia: 67 Pulse: 78

I’ll have to find out if this is expected and normal – not that much can be considered normal abut me I’m sure. Hehe!

Made in China I noticed.

I’ll look it up after doing this diary if I don’t fall asleep first that is.

Got myself spit and polished and set off on me walk into town.

Hot today, sunny too.

Took a photo at Gregory Boulevard Junction, but it came out a bit shaky… Tsk!

Pressed on into town, having to avoid another pavement cyclist on the way up the hill.

As I was hobbling passed the newly renovated houses that had been advertised as:

A unique opportunity to acquire a beautifully refurbished grade II listed Victorian town-house just five minutes walk from Nottingham City Centre.

The spacious accommodation comprises of a spacious lounge, a modern open plan kitchen/dining room having built in appliances which include gas hob, double oven, cooker hood, dishwasher, american style fridge freezer and microwave, utility/guest cloakroom to the ground floor.

The property boasts four double bedrooms over two floors, the master with a luxury en-suite shower room, a generous sized family bathroom and an extensive basement/cellar having the potential to convert into further accommodation.

There is a lawned garden to the front and off street parking to the rear. Must be viewed!

Offers above £280,000 considered.

Has been bought by someone who has opened it as ‘Mama’s Inn’ – Boutique Guest House. What’s a ’boutique guest house’ I wondered? A posh bed and breakfast? I also wondered how much they have to charge to get their money back?

Onward up the traffic was accumulating.

Over the top and down into the City Centre, I called into a shop and some extra bits of nibbles for the nurses to add to me bits in me bag I had already for them.

Caught a bus out to the Queens Medical Centre, thinking about our Jane going for her results today – said she’d let me know how things went later. Crossed fingers.

Arrived at the QMC and noticed a patient outside smoking one of those new electric cigarettes. At least the weather was nice for him.

As I moved across to the entrance door – the old smokers corner was still in use on the front corner. Comical in some ways to see several people, some with drips attached, all in their wheel-chairs and the smoke rising above them as they chuffed away and had a natter.

I should have thought of a post on this I thought – but with me being so very busy lately me concentration has gone to pot.

A good few in the waiting area when I arrived at the haematology department.

As I got me ticket and sat down I said to the lady sat next to me – “Good morning” that’s all, just good morning – she tutted picked up her things and moved to the back and another seat?

Oh dear…

Got seen too after only about half an hour – no time for a natter with the nurses today, they were too busy.

Went up to the 4th floor for me results from the scan last week – straight in to see the Doc – all clear on the prostate front.

Out and caught the bus back into town where I had a poddle about for a bit, taking a photo of some bling for the TFZ gals.

Noticed these Asian ladies showing an interest in the ‘Bling’ in the Pawnbrokers window. The shop is near premises that include: An American Ladies Nail shop, a French Restaurant, Chinese herbalist, Japanese Nails shop, Jewish Jewellery shop, Italian Restaurant, Halal take-away food shop, and a closed down English cafe. Never let anyone tell you that Nottnigham isn’t doing its bit for multiculturalism. I like it.

Had a walk through Trinity Square back to the bus-stop.

Noticed the World Buffet place that sells all sorts of food from all over the world.

I think one day I’d like to try it and went over to have a closer look – the prices frit me a bit!

Caught the bus home, as it stopped near the BBC building being demolished there was little left for the mechanical triffids to pull down.

Dropping off the bus in Carrington – there was a motley collection apprentice villains sat and stood around drinking on the seats in the twitchel, so I took the long route back to the hovel to avoid them.

Fed the pigeons en-route.

Got in WD’d and wondered about how Jane had gone on today at her hospital visit?.

Must also remember Friday I’m going with Pete for the removal of his infected mole.

So busy…

Made a nosh of ham sandwiches, banana, pork pie, cheese pasty, cooked beetroot, franks and medications. I forgot to get some tomatoes when I was out. Fancy that Me? Forgetting? Hehe!

Couldn’t eat it all. Tsk!

Fell asleep after eating what I could – and was awoken by the mobile ringing – by the time I’d found it I’d missed the call.

It was from sister Jane so I rang back nervously anticipated the conversation about to take place…

Great News!

Jane is okay – the growth in her innards is benign!

I could have cried with joy. (I did, but I’m not telling anyone about it so please don’t tell anyone!)

So, with Pete on Friday to get sorted, then Inchcock in a fortnight or so with his skin cancer tests.

Might just sleep in for all of tomorrow hehehe! Oh no, me GUM clinic checks, no rest fer the wicked. Tut and Tsk!

I’m so glad the pain in the bum was not another growth and only a boil.

Now good news about Jane has arrived I might be able to concentrate a bit better? Or not… hehe!

7/4/15 Inchcock Today: Medicationalistical Appointments

Tuesday 7^th April 2015

I woke up 11 hours after falling asleep while reading me book. Tsk!

Took me medications and set about finishing and posting yesterdays Diary blog.

WC’d.

Made a nice cuppa.

Assessed me current medical situation:

Arthritis not bad – Angina very fair – Reflux valve Okay – Boil on bum starting to sting now I’ve moved – Growth on shoulder Stinging – Ulcer Okay – Haemorrhoids Nasty but no bleeding yet – Ticker still ticking – Rumbling innards Much improved.

Must remember my appointment at the GP for 1330 hrs today. And to explain about my increase in dizzies lately, the boil (If that’s what it is on me bottom), the growth on me shoulder and me feeling drained and tired all the time lately.

Also must remember me INR Warfarin level tests are on Wednesday this week.

I rang brother-in-law Pete to see how he and Jane were – Pete is coping as well as can be expected (doing well with it I think, well I hope he is). Jane is the big worry. Wednesday they go to the City hospital to get the results and analysis of the big C tests – and hopefully they will be able to manage with the results. I’m so worried about Jane and Pete, both awaiting test results and then have to face the outcome of them.

I did a bit of Facebooking.

Laptop turned itself off – blue screen when rebooting. Flippin’ ‘eck!

Got myself cleansed and set off for the Chemists first, as last Tuesday they told me the medications would be ready this Tuesday.

As I poddled along to the jitty through to Mansfield Road I noticed the sign outside the local – The Gladstone, was hanging loose.

The sky was nice though and it wasn’t windy at all today.

I fed the pigeons as I walked down to the chemists, calling in the paper shop to get ‘The Mirror’ to read in the GP surgery.

The chemist chap told me the medications would be available on late Friday? Hey-ho.

Crossed the road and walked up to the GP surgery.

Saw the first pavement cyclist of the day went by with no hands on his handlebars! Huh!

Went in through the new automatic door entry system.

On the way in a chap was coming out and I said with a smile on me face like… “I can’t hold the door open fer you today…” and grinned…

He scowled back and said: “Wot? Wassa marra wi yer?” sneered and carried on out of the building.

Well I thought it was funny at the time…

I gave the receptionists some nibbles and took a seat getting the newspaper out to read… after taking great care in sitting in the right position to avoid hindering me boil and haemorrhoids.

I think this performance at first confused the other patients sat waiting, before bringing a smile to a couple of their faces.

It was only a few minutes and then the locum GP called me into the surgery.

Decent sort of chap.

I told him of me growth on me shoulder that needed checking on first:

He got something out of a box and dug a bit of whatever it was on me shoulder and examined it. Wiped it clean and told me it was Skin Cancer I had and not to be concerned as to which type as he thought it would be benign as opposed to malignant and will send off to get me an appointment at the hospital as soon as possible – there’s a big queue so it might be about two weeks and I’ll get a letter with appointment.

Well that’s something new I thought. I’ve had bowel and prostate ‘C’ in the passed.

He then checked what I hoped was a painful boil me bum – thankfully that’s what it was – nowt to worry about there then.

Told him about me dizzies and after a few investigative questions he suggested I buy a Blood pressure Monitor, recommending one for the arm and not fingers. He the counseled me to get one from Boots but not to pay more than £30 max.

Then I informed him of the pains on the inside of me arms – he didn’t seem concerned, like I could expect them now. Fair enough.

I thanked him and left and caught a bus into town to go to Boots fer me monitor.

When I arrived in town and got off the bus – Another pavement cyclist nearly had me TSK! No chance of getting me camera out in time though.

I plodded around and into Boots and after searching for a while had to ask an assistant for help in finding the BP monitors. She led me to them: The cheapest one was £29.99 and they went up to £349! Needless to say I purchased the cheap one.

Left the store and noticed the suicidal Nottinghomians still crossing the road against the red ‘Don’t Walk’ signs, bless their cotton socks.

I felt the heat emanating from the lady’s glare as I took the photo… rather bravely I thought.

I walked up through Trinity Walk where I’d hoped to feed the pigeons but too many folk around to risk getting caught and or reported.

Pavement cyclist number three sped passed, but I caught him because I was getting me camera out to try and take some ‘Bling’ photographs for the TFZ gals.

I noticed some apprentice yobboes roller-skating around amidst the crowds as well.

I walked down and caught a bus.

Two Asian ladies, one elderly one young were sat taking up two seats with their shopping bags on the seat besides them that any people standing night have liked to sit on. The young one in front of me was also sat on the disabled seats! No consideration some people – but I can understand nobody saying anything for rear of being called a racist if they did. Moral-less people abound in Nottingham – mind you they do everywhere nowadays don’t they?

Got off the bus and the twitchel was yobbo free so I cut through and back to the decaying house.

Made a meal – Tomatoes, cooked beetroot, garden peas new potatoes, bacon bits and three bread thin sandwiches. (But me eyes were bigger than me belly – I couldn’t eat all the sandwiches)

Enjoyed it though all the same.

I called Brother-in-law Pete see how things were – he’s got his appointment for Friday to have his mole removed – so I said I’d go with him. It’s Jane we’re both worried about really.

I told him what the GP had told me and he said “I just can’t believe that a doctor would tell you outright that you have skin cancer, how would he know that!”

I told him I was not lying. Felt a bit hurt there. But Pete’s got a lot on his mind recently.

Hey-ho. Had me jelly and made a cuppa and got on with this Diary.

Feeling tired again now.

No dizzies today at all? Beats me!

Mon 6/4/15 – Inchcock Today: Papplewick Pumping Station

Monday 6^th April 2015

Didn’t get to sleep until around 0400hrs. Slept through until 0830hrs. Took medications and applied gels and lotions.

Started prep for this diary – checked emails, Facebook between visitations to the porcelain.

Spit and polished myself changed and got ready to wait for BJ’s arrival for out trip to Papplewick Pumping Station.

Looking forward to the trip out and seeing Young David and BJ again.

BJ arrived with David in the car and we were off to Papplewick Pumping Station.

The sun was out today, but of course muggins here had to keep the sun off me head and skin so everyone there kept giving me odd looks – most folk in tee-shirts or summer wear, me wrapped up like Scott of the North. Tsk!

David was excited and him and I went on a wander around, David as usual wanting to eat at the cafe, a big lad David who despite his problems is a happy sort and I usually enjoy being in his company.

Today we walked around happily for a while chin-wagging to some of the volunteers on site.

They had some new engines working today.

I took some photographs of the Mini-Train that David likes to go on. this time I was not up to going on it with him though – the boil on me bum and haemorrhoids made sure of that.

Note they were in shirtsleeves – looking at me as I took the photo here on the left – no doubt wondering why this old chap had his hat and a big coat on?

Eventually I chanced taking me hat off and kept in the shade as much as possible.

The steam engine chap had his daughter and a large dog with him today on his tractor.

I noticed the dog was chained to the tractor trailer and a large grip collar was on him. So reading into this I didn’t go close to it – oh no.

I took the shot from a distance using the zoom facility.

The animal didn’t look too friendly to me like.

We were now at the pond where there were many model boating enthusiasts including some with model lifeboats, QE2, etc.

We walked around the circumference of the lake.

With so many people around today, the Carp in the lake were keeping out of view and deep within the depths.

I had to wait for a while for the folk to pass before taking this shot of the lakeside.

David and I walked to the rear where there were just two vintage cars there today.

This Morris 10 I think car stole me heart.

It brought back memories for me and as I looked closely to take the photo, the lady in the passenger seat hid her face behind the pillar. That brought back memories too Hehe!

David wanted to go on the trip to the reservoir but I was in no state to go with him and he was little sad about that bless him.

We met BJ as we walked around and as we were talking to him, the dizzies started and I felt unwell with them.

David and BJ went on a walk and I found myself sat rather comically in an uncouth position on a slated bench – to avoid catching me boil and piles taking a rest – I can’t really remember going there though.

I put me hat back on then fell asleep after taking this photo and woke feeling not too good but better than I was – if you know what I mean?

BJ rang me to see where I was, and we all met up and nattered with staff at the gatehouse before departing – me feeling a lot better now. Worried about losing memory of had happened for a while though.

Must make note of this for the doctor tomorrow.

BJ ran us home and I thanked him and David seemed happy as I got out of the car and waved them goodbye as they drove off.

I got in the dump and WC’d then made a nosh of BBQ beans a beef slice and some bread thins. Followed by an ice-lolly and a pot of ice-cream – I thought I was feeling a bit better now.

I think I enjoyed this nosh, cause afterwards I nodded off… for 11 hours! When I woke up and put the light on I found the dirty dish bereft of food and well wiped.

Sun 5/4/15 Inchcock Today: Giant Jewel Found!

Sunday 5^th April 2015

Didn’t get to sleep until around 0300hrs – waking up around 0715hrs to use the WC and brother-in-law Pete rang me.

Sister Jane is coping a bit better with waiting to hear the results of her tests about her cancer.

I feel worse and more uncomfortable for her than when I was diagnosed with it and the heart operation – I will spend more time talking to her and trying to comfort her. Pete has his own problems but is coping well fairly well.

A worrying time this, having others suffer is harder than suffering myself.

Went down and made a nice cuppa – those flipping stairs don’t get any easier to manipulate (If that’s the right word?).

Took a photo of the sky from window on me way down. It look brighter than it seemed to me eye.

Laptop on and took me medications.

Posted off yesterdays diddy-diary.

Did some Facebooking then got up and readied missen for a walk into town – might go via the Arboretum today, take some meal-worms for the ducks? No… I’ll feed t’pigeons in town instead.

Got missen scrubbed up.

As I left the crumbling abode Fatima and Frederick came down for their breakfast and I duly obliged them.

Set off down through the yobbo-free twitchell and onto Mansfield Road and started me slog into Nottingham City Centre.

As I passed by the Junction with Hucknall Road, for some reason looking at the old Grosvenor Eatery/pub I was overcome with sentimental memories and nostalgia.

**The Grosvenor – many happy memories from my younger, fitter, healthier, richer, youthful, happier, contented, alcoholic, social and womanising days…**

I pondered on the memories as I walked on.

Faces of young ladies came into me mind and the incidents of embarrassment that I suffered in me stumbling attempts at romance back in the days of hope, expectations and determination.

Tsk!

I missed the first two pavement cyclists and glad to report they missed me. Grrr!

**The third Pavement Cyclist of the day**

On towards the hill and yet another pavement Cyclist attacked me – saw him coming this one so had time to get me camera out.

On past the college traffic islands and up the (Ever getting steeper) hill, through the traffice light junction and down the hill into town.

As I approached the Woodborough Road junction I thought I’d pop in the Victoria Shopping Centre and get some ‘Bling’ photo’s for the TFZ gals.

**Fourth and fifth Pavement Cyclists of the day here…**

Another two Pavement Cyclist went passed me here.

Huh!

I walked through the bus station to the entrance to the mall – they were locked and the centre closed-down.

Realised then it was Easter like yer know?

What a sill boy I am!

I poddled back down towards the frontage and Mansfield Road, as I crossed the off road to the Car Park entrance entrance – there lying on the floor in the gutter was a piece of jewellery twinkling away!

**A piece of heavy ‘Bling’ found in the gutter by Inchcock – photo’d and taken to the Police Station!**

I photographed in in me arthritic hand.

It was very heavy and solid, much heavier that I expected it to be.

Were they real diamonds? They looked it to me, but then again, I’ve never seen a real diamond in me life.

And what was the ruby-like ball in the centre? centre?

I made me way to the Central Police station and handed it in at the desk, just in case it a genuine gem that some poor devil had lost.

**The not filled in Property Found Form**

The body language of the assistantess who took it was not good – I felt guilty disturbing her really.

She filled in a report between yawns.

No signature appended or dates written on it.

She muttered “Come back in a month or so to see if it’s been claimed then…”

**Victoria Mall – All closed for the fitting of a new escalator and Easter Day**

I thanked her weakly with an Inchcock sneer of contempt on me face and then walked back towards the Vic Centre and entered through the Mansfield Road opening.

All closed up of course.

I hobbled through and out the back and down around to Upper parliament Street.

I spotted in one of the Victoria Centre posh shops window a display of good that I thought were rather pathetic – and yet they seem to be popular with the kids today?

The shop has only been opened a few months and on my passing there always seems to be plenty of young shoplifters in the place – oh I meant young shoppers.

I think?

I ambled over to Trinity Square where I thought I might get some ‘Bling’ photographs for the TFZ gals – but of course the shops were closed for Easter Sunday.

When I noticed the time. I realised how slow I had been hobbling along today.

I’ll time myself tomorrow on me walk to the hospital for me INR Warfarin tests to see how I’m doing in the hobbling staked I think.

My record set 15 months of so ago, is one hour 25 minutes for the walk from Carrington to the QMC haematology dept.

Last time I timed missen it was one hour 55 minutes.

I caught a bus back to Carrington, walked through the yobbo-free twitchell, taking a photo of the sky that had amazingly brightened up – but seconds later it returned to a gloomy nature?

I fed the pigeons as I progressed to the hoppit.

Got in and made use of the porcelain. A long job, had to wait a while and encourage the movement as I read my book for quite a while before any painful activity activated (Hehe).

Decided to have a beef slice, microwave seasoned new potatoes, garden peas and bread thin, followed by a small tub of ice-cream for me nosh.

And by gum I enjoyed it too!

Watched another DVD ‘All Creatures Great and Small’ episode.

Then the inevitable I suppose – I fell asleep.

Woke up a couple or so hours later – disorientated.

Took me evening medications a little late but still.

Laptop on and did this diary.

Still feeling tired and aching limbs, haemorrhoids painful, angina and arthritis not too bad at all though – reflux valve a bit naughty.

Yer know, with so many things to bother you, it’s good in a way, because it stops you getting bored with yer ailments dunnit? Hehehe.

I rang Sister Jane to see how she and Pete were. She seemed okay, but I could tell she was still worried! We agreed that after Wednesday, her visit for the test results we’d get together and have a proper chin-wag.

Did some Facebooking but fatigue and lack of concentration stopped me doing any graphics that I had intended – Coreldraw9 would probably have crashed anyway.

Mobile rang as I was nodding off – it was Big John. He’s going to the Papplewick Pumping Station tomorrow and wondered if I’d like to go with them – very nice thought that. But I told him it was me hospital day for the INR Warfarin level testing… BJ pointed out that it was Easter Monday and they do not make appointments surely? – I went down and checked me Anticoagulation Record Card – he was right, the appointment was for Wednesday this week! Whatta plonker I is! So I’m off out tomorrow afternoon now, Yippee!

Good job BJ rang else I’d have hobbled all the way there to find they were closed!

Made a cuppa while I was down – poured it, spilt it, burnt me ankle, swore, cleaned it up and returned to the laptop… Dear oh dear…

Inchcock Today: Housebound

Saturday 4^th April 2015

I took me medications and nodded-off around 0430hrs.

Woke up around 1045hrs and wrote down notes of the morning dreams I’d had:

Moored boats, all types hundreds of them tightly laying side by side – I was searching through them and everyone I boarded started to sink and I had to jump on another one – couldn’t do any searching they sank that fast… last one was a fishing vessel and it didn’t sink, I was overjoyed because somehow I knew who I was looking for was bound to be hidden on this boat – Found someone hidden in a big cupboard in the galley as I pulled him out the explosion threw us both out into the water… as I tried to get out a Frenchman (Onions around his neck too) stopped me back into the water…?

Went down and made a cuppa tea and took a photo of the dank morning (Well almost midday by now) sky.

Returned to the bathroom in answer to call for attention from the porcelain – fair bit of blood and pain – medicated as best I could.

Not feeling too well this morning.

Arthur Itis demanded that his knees get some attention, so I put some extra Phorpain gel and rubbed it in well, took an extra painkiller too.

Despite getting in a late 6 hours of dream filled kip, I still feel so tired?

Must remember all this for when I go to the quacks on Tuesday.

Still, Anne Gyna was not bothering me at all at this stage, plus, no dizzies yet today – swings and roundabouts eh?

Started the laptop and began this post to here.

Not concentrating very well here I’m afraid.

Spent all day on the internet Facebooking, Coreldraw9 and Serif-draw… both graphic packages freezing with alarming ease! Tsk!

Not physically too bad today – mentally challenging due to feeling a bit low – no walkies today, couldn’t muster enough energy or encouragement.

Watched many episodes of ‘All Creatures Great and Small.

Remembered me medications and continued to release involuntary emissions of wind of medal deserving putridity all day and night. Phrewww!

League of Mental Men Party Manifesto May 2015

League of Mental Men Party Manifesto

May 2015

Immigration:

Spokesperson: Clivey Dee

Yer… what about it like mate? We know what we’re doing! Now push off… turd!

Taxes and the economy:

Spokesperson: Marissa Bergen:

I will remove the VAT on guitars and drums, this is essential for musicians and budding musicians and of great concern to me that the high costs may well stunt the musical aspirations of the delinquents in the UK, thus forcing them to take-up unworthwhile careers in banking, the global economy or study history at Nottingham University rather than try to win but failing to of the European Song Contest for the country.

The NHS:

Spokesperson: Inchcock

“We will ensure that all peoples of 69 years of age and over, with a replacement heart, and suffering from angina, arthritis, sticking reflux valve, deafness, haemorrhoids, duodenal ulcer, baldness, deafness, bad eyesight, dizzy spells, hernia and loss of short term memory will be treated 24/24 by jaguaresque nubile nurse day and night nurses and receive free beer tokens, a daily lavender massage and will get free membership of the ‘Support for Ex-Gas Lamp Wick Trimmers Association’. The finances for these new services will be raised by the NHS refusing to treat teetotallers, pavement cyclists, Olly Murs fans and Demented Liberal Democrat supporters.

Security Defence & Foreign Affairs:

Spokesperson: Mike Steeden

We will save this Nation an absolute fortune with our innovative ideas for the transformation on the UK’s land forces. And, the Boy Scouts, Boys Brigade and Liverpool ball-boys we replace the soldiers with can rest assured that they will not be on a Zero hour contract! We will legalise weed and Outer Peruvian Gin for them as well.

Jobs:

Spokesperson: Rachel Carrera

It is essential that we have no person unemployed whatsoever when we apply our manifesto for Jobs. There will be a new chain of education centres built throughout the land to be known as the Carrera Colleges and anyone not in employment will be forced to attend one of the many various courses in job-related study that ill be made available. The cost of these training coursed will b paid by the government – anyone not getting a job after successfully completing their course will repay the costs themselves. Anyone failing their course will be detained at Her Majesties pleasure awaiting deportation when we can find someone to take them.

Education:

Spokesperson: Alienora

New disciplines will be introduced to help the students into work so they can buy books to read themselves. Erotic tales, Rampant Bedroom Antics and Naughty Nights In will be the first courses.

Housing:

Spokesperson: Shirley Blamey

Builders, repairmen, electricians, plumbers etc will be bound in honour to provide an acceptable service to house holders in the future. Nissan huts will be provided locally for any poor sod moving house. Failure on the half of the said service providers will lead them open for punishment including a fine, their wrist slapped an having their testicles removed with barbed-wire covered pliers and then stripped naked and nailed to the floor for victims of their shoddy work to pee over them and pour bleach and petrol all over their prostrate bodies before being set alight.

Law and Order:

Spokesperson: Gaz Hoadley

The new LOMM police force will replace the current Police Service. This body of officers will require constant contributions of money, sex and encouragement. Their body armour machine guns, pistols and and state of the art lazer weapons will be paid for by the imprisoned ex-MP’s and their families.

Benefits/Poverty:

Spokesperson: Buffalo Tom Peabody

Both of these will stop immediately we get into power. Anyone wanting to know how – please visit https://buffalotompeabodyblog.wordpress.com/ Thank you.

Alcoholic Testing Facilities:

Spokespersons: The League of Mental Men

All current and new brands of alcoholic beverages on the market must be tested my members of the League of Mental Men before going on the market. Testing of each brand will be done over a period of six weeks in support of a fair deliberation being made by each member.

Inchy Today: Fri 3rd Mar 15 – Armed Robbery

Friday 3^rd April 2015

Struggled to get to sleep again.

Dream recollections:

I was working as an industrial cleaner at Carter’s Drinks (Which I actually did 19 70 > 1980): I seemed to forget where things were located and was frantic as I searched for floor scrubber, cleaning rags, breathing masks, pulleys etc everything I needed – the factory seemed larger and newer the layout changed the people different – had to climb railings high up on the walls?…

Out in the wild countryside next: Flat field country lanes yet hills all surrounding me, driving around searching for something or someone, again frantic in my determination to find whatever it was – My attire seemed to be a camouflaged army denim outfit but with me pyjama bottoms on, no gaiters but with issue boots without socks – a nagging unrecognised voice chaffing away in the background chastising my failed efforts and telling me how pathetic I was… Just what I didn’t need that!

Then I found missen failing to climb out of a quagmire of mud up though coffins, graves, headstones, trees overgrowth and could only get my head and shoulders above ground and each time I did I fell back into the mire…

Checked on the weather when I went down to make me cuppa – *Damp!*

I reckon this was an early morning dream because I could remember many bits of it.

Made notes of it and went to make a cuppa – WC’d, no blood! Laptop on Coreldraw9 froze and I was back to feeling frustrated. Tsk and Tut!

Took the morning medications.

Set alarm to remind myself of the Iceland arrival twixt 0900 > 1100hrs.

Managed to get the graphics done for this post, despite Serif and Coreldraw9!

Spit and polished myself and went down to await the delivery.

The Iceland driver told told me there was no paperwork so if anything short damaged or overcharged to ring the Arnold branch, but not for 24 hours as the police will be on site for that length of time. Last night the shop had had an armed robbery and everything was upside down. They had to make the order up from the Hucknall store. I could tell something was different by the mouldy satsumas, crushed beef slices squashed kitchen towels and out of date bananas I received.

Read about it on the news site, thankfully no one was physically hurt during the raid by the three cowardly gits who scared the staff. Makes my blood boil this – and even if they catch the vermin – what will happen? A slap on the wrist? Grrr!

**Set off to the bus-stop – still wet… the weather and me!**

Set off to the bus stop – no pigeons, too wet for em perhaps?

Down to Hucknall Road and caught a Three bus into Mansfield. Goes through the villages this one so settled and sat down with me camera in hand hoping to get some interesting photographicalisations en-route.

When we went through Hucknall Front Street I just missed getting a photo of two chaps having a set-too outside the bank, but they both ran off?

I did catch one of those naughty pavement cyclists though as he weaved at a good pace between the pedestrians, who by the time I’d focussed and aimed had magically disappeared?

The rain persisted and when we got to the Hucknall Market stop the weather prevented me from taking a photo of it.

We left Hucknall and at the next stop I saw some horses in a field, in their coats and near the hedge – I thought the rains not so bad now, I’ll see if I can get a shot of them for the TFZ gals… But a chap got on the bus and sat next to me – big chap… very big chap – squashed me up so I couldn’t move and even started to impede me blood flow.

Thankfully he got off a few stops later – what a relief!

Had to fight against nodding off as the bus got warm and the seat comfy despite me piles stinging.

**Arriving at the un-crowded Mansfield Bus Station today**

Arrived at Mansfield Bus Station, not many folks about, no fights, no screaming kids, no families arguing, no threatening yobboes… it was a bit unnerving in itself that.

How I appreciate the free pensioners bus-pass!

As I left the end of the station to take the under-pass towards the B&M store, a bus driver was checking on the damage he’s caused when his but had hit a BMW – the front bumper I reckon would need replacing. The BMW driver was very cool and calm when the bus-driver started taking photographs of the damage – presumably as evidence in the event of an over-claim?

**Mansfield’s B&M store – At this stage the rain had almost stopped… for a bit!**

I plodded down through the flooded under-pass and into the B&M store – where I got some Burton’s Fish and Chips snacks at £1 a pack (3 packets of 5… Hehehe!). Tesco and Asda £1.59!

Then I popped into the Poundstretcher store next door and had a poddle around.

I risked getting two small jars of Beetroot at 49p each – and when I tried some later found them to be nice and soft and sweet – wish I’d bought more now Tsk!

Took me midday medications.

**Heavy rain on the way back to Nottingham today**

Back to the bus-station and caught a Pronto bus back into Nottingham. This one takes the direct route.

The weather became rather fearsome as we left Mansfield, vicious rain – not that it stopped the driver Stirling Moss like.

I ate me mini-pork and pickle pork pie and packet of seaweed, took a photo of the rain hitting the front of the bus and fell asleep… Tsk!

**Brands Hatch bus route into Nottingham**

shower

When I woke up, we were about ten miles further on driving on the dual carriageway neat Hucknall – I took a photo of the traffic in the driving rain – glad to be inside and not outside of the bus at that time.

Again I drifted off into slumber.

I only just woke in time to drop off at me bus-stop in Carrington.

Th rain had now abated somewhat and was only a light and the winds had dropped as alighted the bus and crossed over Mansfield Road pelican lights back to the flea-pit.

Made use of the porcelain (No blood – hurrah!) and put me bits away.

Made some ham sandwiches on bread thins, with some of the pickled beetroot and tomatoes I’d purchased and microwaved a box of French Fries. Overdid em a bit, but I like me chips crispy, browned and solid as a rock.

Took me medications.

Watched a BBC episode of Hustle then promptly fell asleep. (Again? Getting worried about this now.)

Woke up a couple of hours later disorientated and nearly took me evening medications again. Huh!

Don’t expect to get much sleep in tonight with all me little old man doses wot I’ve had today.

Did some Facebooking and blogging.

… Still here at 0130hrs trying to get to sleep… Humph!

Inchcock Today 2 Mar 15: The day of decrement… of his concentration

Thursday 2nd April 2015

I didn’t nod off last night until gone 0400hrs this morning.

Woke at 0815hrs wide awake, made a cuppa and took me morning medications – a bit late like but still.

Me ailments seemed to be kinder to me this morning. Testimony to the effectiveness of the Pressure Relief Pillow?

Found the 50p book I got from the charity shop yesterday near me sleeping spot on the floor – so I assume I must have tried to read it last night when I couldn’t get to sleep – though perhaps not because a quick glance at the first page held no memories for me.

Not that that is anything unusual for me nowadays. Tsk!

Started this diary then did a bit of facebooking before getting myself ready for a walk into town on a ‘Bling Photo Search’ for the TFZ gals. (Managed to get two decent ones.)

**The sky brightens up a bit on me hobble into Nottingham**

Set off on me walk into Nottingham City Centre – a bit brighter now, the wind far less than yesterday thankfully.

On my hobble three pavement cyclists passed me before I’d gone 500 yards – but I couldn’t get me camera out in time to take a shot of them.

I was moving well this morning until I got passed Huntingdon Street and a dizzy got me – not very comfortable feeling but it dissipated in a few minutes I’m glad to say – must remember me GP visit next Tuesday about this problem. Left the hands shaking a bit this time, and the itching and aching started inside the upper arms again?

Made me way to the Nottingham Central Police Station and mounted the steps outside, then the steps inside up to the desk/counter.

Where I took another look at the updating letter I’d received that needed filling in – then asked the lady at the counter to have a look see if I’d done it correctly or not.

All was okay and she posted it in her internal mail for me back to Pegasus.

How kind and patient she was – bless her cotton socks.

**The old BBC building slowly disappearing now…**

I had another nasty dizzy as I left the Police Station – bit worrying that one.

Over the road towards the Vic Centre and Tesco with the intention of getting some more of the special offer Burtons biscuits at £1 – to find they have gone back to £1.59… huh!

Still, I did get some Marmite crisps and cheesey seaweed that is rather a delicate flavour and is not on me list of banned foods yet.

Limped through Victoria centre shopping mall and on me way noticed that the ‘Boost’ franchise had once again got some customers at their stall – well one anyway.

Two staff working there today – things are looknig up for them methinks. I’ll have to try one myself one day – mind you, I didn’t look but I’ve been told they are very expensive?

I took some ‘Bling’ photos en route for the TFZ gals to post on their site.

As I came out into the air I stood a while with another dizzy, not a bad one though – and took some photographs of the Nottingham pedestrians love of danger as they crossed the road against the lights with little interest at all in the safety of their kids.

I felt okay again and walked on over the crossing… with the pedestrian lights on

**Danger Zone for the less mobile of us**

green I’d like to add (Hehe) and down Clinton pedestrianised street – where I received many knocks with people banging into me as I did me best to avoid getting actually knocked off me feet!

The mobile phone user were out in number and I’m considering asking for them to be classified as a dangerous to health species?

**Refuse lorry mounts the pavement in Nottingham’s Slab Square as I hobbled through it**

Onward down to the Slab Square where I noticed a refuse lorry using the pavement.

Plenty of Nottinghomian’s about today.

I slipped some seeds to the pigeons.. I know I shouldn’t but when I see one injured I can’t help myself.

I hobbled through the walk to Marks and Spencer’s where I thought I’d see if they have any of the Marmite biscuits in stock – they didn’t.

Hey-ho!

As I came out of the store the same refuse lorry I saw earlier was now seeking pedestrians to crush outside Marks and Spencer’s, I assume he’s managed to miss those at the tram stop.

Feeling a bit tired now, I made my way back up to the slab square – just managing to avoid being clobbered by one of the City-Hire mobility scooters near McDonalds – a close thing this time – Tsk!

The place seemed to have attracted more folk than usual.

The sky began to darken a tad as I walked passed the front of the Council House – and I noticed that there must be another wedding ‘do’ on, as taxis were dropping folk off near the steps… the steps that weary 69 year old disabled Nottingham folk get thrown off of by CPO’s when they try to shelter from the rain so as not to impede the ingress of those who have paid a fortune to get into the wedding… never mind.

I spotted the same CPO doing the same duties on the steps and took a photo of her as protected the well off against any Nottingham citizens with the cheek to want to climb the steps and hinder the affluent in their… I’m getting carried away again, sorry.

I wobbled up King Street to the bus stop and managed to get a seat on a Carrington bus.

As I sat waiting for the bus to set-off, a kerfuffle was taking place outside a store on Parliament Street, but the windows were too dirty for me to get a photograph of the shoplifters removal from the store – Tut!

Dropped off the bus and checked the twitchle for yobboes – all clear, so cut through feeding the club-footed pigeon when he saw me and came down for a nibble.

In the hovel and WC’d.

Took me evening medications.

Made a microwaveable Iceland Chicken in Black bean sauce, putting a tin of garden peas in it and had it with some bread, a banana and a cuppa.

I have to say the flavour was gorgeous.

Fell asleep.

Woke after about 2 hours I woke and set about doing this post – and Coreldraw9 froze four times over the next four hours! I tried Serifplus after the first Coreldraw let down, but that crashed too.

It took me many hours to do this diary with having to force close and restart so many times – but it’s how things are – no one can help me just to get Coreldraw9 working properly. I’ve tried with all the laptops I’ve had. This is the most powerful one I’ve ever bought – and still the frustration remains.

Fed-up? Depressed? Me? Yes!

Did some Facebooking, set my reminder about Iceland delivery tomorrow and continued to involuntarily pass wind frequently, with obnoxious results. Tsk!

Inchcock Today Wed 1/3/15: Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit – especially Inchy!

Wednesday 1^st April 2015

I awoke thinking or rather trying to remember the dreams I’d had in me longest bit of head-down I’ve had for yonks – must have got although I kept repeatedly waking up and nodding off again, a total of 7 hours actually sleeping. I can’t believe how tired I still feel despite this.

First day of the new month eh? Did me ‘White Rabbits’ did you remember yours?

Went down, photographing the morning Sky as I did, and made a cuppa and cleared up a bit and make up a few pots of medication doses from the last of me supplies that were available to last me until next Tuesday.

Started feeling a bit chirpier after having me cuppa and getting going on doing this post – then the inevitable happened while ingeniculating, a twinge of gargantuan proportions emanated via Arthur Itis reminding me not to feel so happy, contented or confident again – I should have known better really – Tsk!

Still on the bright side Anne Gyna is leaving me alone up to now, the torn muscle is fully bearable, the reflux valve is behaving, the duodenal ulcer is fine and no dizzies. Only the haemorrhoids are joining in the attack with Arthur. There I go again, getting confident and opening me gob…

The INR Warfarin level test results were delivered – 2.7 now, much closer to me target now.

Did some Facebooking for an hour or two (Well four).

Had a ‘getmissenwashed’ session and got the bits ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and set off in the gloomy windy weather with em, the rain had long stopped. (Try saying that quickly when you’ve ‘ad a few – Hehe).

The wind hindered me progress as I walked into Sherwood.

I noticed a car pull up dead on the double yellow Bus Stop sign in the bus-lane outside ST John’s Church on Mansfield Road – the driver got out and collected something from behind in the middle of the road that he had lost or had dropped off his vehicle and placed it in the boot? Wonder what it was?

I plodded on up the hill and down into Sherwood then up the hill through Sherwood when I came upon the take-away food shop that did the nice roast potatoes. Although it was getting late I nipped in to see if they had any hot-food left.

Seeing they had just three portions of roast potatoes in trays I joined the three other customers in the queue – then realised I had not got enough money on me – Knockerbongoblow!

I nipped out and next door to get some, money from the Co-op cash machine.

Then returned to join the queue again, with just one tray of potatoes left on show – luckily none of those in front of me bought it and I was well pleased with getting it.

Of up the hill towards the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop with the clothes and DVDs – as far as Wilkinsons when I realised I only got one bag in my hand and not the two I had earlier – oh dear… hobbled rapidly back towards the take-away convinced I must have left it in there. As I passed the Co-op there is was stood near the cash-machine – Lucky lucky lucky!

Saw a poster for a sale where they were selling a ‘Fire Opal’ necklace/broach at an auction: ‘Reserve Price Applied’ whatever that means.

But the I photo’d the photo as I thought it was so beautiful for the TFZ gals.

Onwards up again to the Hospice shop and had a little natter with the girls there, handed them the donations and a little bag of nibbles.

Down the hill and at the bottom I had to go into the road to get around a self-hire van. Then seconds after taking this photographicalisation of it – a bus had to come to a full stop as the traffic accumulated at the traffic lights to the left causing a queue of traffic as far as the eye could see.

But it allowed me to limp around the van into the road to get passed more safely.

Up the hill and down towards Carrington.

The sky suddenly brightened for a minute or so, then darkened rather quickly.

I could tell we were in for a drop of rain – and boy did we get it later… unfortunately the wind didn’t lessen any when it came, but again didn’t stay too long.

However I did get in the hovel and perched on the porcelain before it came down.

The pain from the rear continued but no new bleeding – that’s good.

Had a wash and reheated me potatoes in the microwave with a beefburger.

I used the remaining two tasteless insipid bland Asda cheese and onion cobs and had me nosh. Gawd those cobs are like cardboard, perhaps less flavourful even – Eurgh!

The rain started again – but the sun still got through at times – did a scan for a rainbow but none to see.

The famous ‘Inchcock collapsing time came and the sudden tirdeness crept in.

Took my medications early as I felt I could nod off at any time…

WC’d.

Ooh… nearly forgot to mention this, the pressure cushion that I bought yesterday and thought a bit expensive at £20 works a treat!

So for any other sufferers of haemorrhoids or Coccydynia,

here’s the photo again so you can know which one to buy – Ahhh!

Good morning Mr Inchcock, take a seat…

Inchcock went to an arranged meeting with someone from the Nottingham Homes Counter in the Central Library building to inquire if he actually had any chance of being housed in a what they call ‘Independent Living’ – which used to be called Warden Aided Flats within the surrounding area of Carrington.

It went something like this:

Homelink lady: “Good morning Mr Inchcock, please take a seat.”

Inchcock: “Thank you.”

Homelink lady: “Now what is your problem?”

Inchcock: “You assume I have a problem very readily – why can’t I be just making inquiries?”

Homelink lady: “You can be making inquiries…”

Inchcock: “Can I appeal against your placing me in the waiting band category D housing applicants? The lowest one which your staff informs me no one on this list has ever been housed?”

Homelink lady: Muses over Inchcocks paperwork…”They are right, but they shouldn’t have told you that – do you know the name of the assistant who told you this?”

Inchcock: “No! – Did you not receive the letters in support of my application from my doctor, the hospital and the local police?”

Homelink lady: “Oh yes, but they are worth nothing as long as you own your own home – we must look after those with children and families…”

Inchcock: “So I’m being victimised for living on my own then, let’s sue the wife for dying eh ?”

Homelink lady: “Let me finish please… where was I? They are worth nothing as long as you own your own home – we must look after those with children and families… the homeless, poor asylum seeking immigrants and the mentally challenged.”

Inchcock: “Oh, so if I had several kids with various partners, was an immigrant or had a mental illness this would qualify me then? Being harassed mugged and attacked by the local yobbery, having a dodgy ticker arthritis angina duodenal ulcer, hernia and early onset of memory losses being unable to clean the house and not knowing any councillors personally goes against me then?

Homelink lady: “I didn’t say that!”

Inchcock: “I know you didn’t – I just said that!”

Homelink lady: “Said what?”

Inchcock: “So if I had several kids with various partners, was an immigrant or had a mental illness this would qualify me then? Being harassed mugged and attacked by the local yobbery, having a dodgy ticker arthritis angina duodenal ulcer, hernia and early onset of memory losses being unable to clean the house and not knowing any councillors personally goes against me then?

Homelink lady: “It’s a simple fact that you cannot be considered for… hang on! Not knowing any Councillors personally you said goes against you?”

Inchcock: “I did!”

Homelink lady: “Why?”

Inchcock: “It’s true innit?”

Homelink lady: “Are you suggesting that we here at Nottingham City Homes are being intimidated, bribed or are in an allegiance of some sort with Nottingham City Councillors Mr Inchcock?”

Inchcock: “Glad you admit it gal…”

Homelink lady: “I admit nothing… there is nothing to admit to, I think you must be mad to make such allegations – this interview is being recorded you know…”

Inchcock: “Mad? Me? Do you really think so midduck?”

Homelink lady: “I am not your duck! And yes I do think you must be crazy to come here throwing such intimations around – this interview is terminated Mr Inchcock!”

Inchcock: “Thank you petal – before I go will you sign this statement I prepared earlier to the fact that you consider me to be mentally ill? – Then you can move me up to band C and I just might get #’@~$ing 10% chance of being rehoused…Hehehe!

She carried a good left hook…

This bit of nonsense was inspired by a dream that Inchcock had.