Awake at 0340hrs, feeling cold despite having had the heater on all night. Brrrr! Left it on this morning. (Which makes a change from forgetting to turn it off?)
Couldn’t nod off again, so got up and put the kettle on.
Thought I’d take a photo of the usual scene outside me front door right. It were dark, dank foggy and flipping chilly.
Managed to do a bit of graphicalistion work on Coreldraw… for about five minutes, and it froze everything.
Had to force close and start everything again.
By then, it were time fer me to get things and missen ready fer launderette visit. (Tsk again!)
Turned off laptop proper, went up for a wash n shave… more blood from the ‘Inch’. I’m getting a bit worried abarght this situation now.
I wabbled off to the launderette, Mandy on duty today. Took her photo with the Canon camera.
Big John arrived and we had a natter while the washing twirled in the machines. Big J went off to the cafe for his breakfast.
Got the washing dried (cost £2.80), said me cheerio’s and limped back to the ramshackle dwelling.
Got things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop, and set off on me walk into Sherwood.
Bit of drizzle. But nowt to shout about yer know.
As I passed some houses, I remembered reading that at the last census there were 145 people registered in the first four houses! I never did follow that one up.
Dropped off at the Polish shop and got a loaf and four slices of some nice looking cooked meat with no label on it to have for me supper/dinner/lunch/tea.
Got to Hospice Charity Shop, only one old chap on his own in the shop, bless him.
Came out and the sky looked a bit threatening I thought – so I decided against a walk into town, and made for the Carrington flea-pit.
Passing this time; three mobility scooters outside the pub!
I nervously continued hobbling along as fast as possible in case any of them came out and got on ‘em while I was about like!
I just missed the rain, got in just in time.
Kettle on, laptop on and took me midday medications, then applied the creams. ‘Inch’ still leaking. (Treble Tsk!)
An in-depth report has been received from League of Mental Men unpaid ace reporter and retired baby-sitter assessment specialist Danny Soz.
Ophelia Payne (17), the part-time caretaker of the NHS ‘Happy House Insane Asylum’, Nottinghamshire, has notified the local paper through Danny, that a third Nottingham man has had to be admitted for his own safety, suffering from Politically Obsessive-compulsive Disorder Complex with split-personality suicidal traits.
She expects that more sufferers in the Nottingham area may well yet be uncovered. All of the current patients were over the years known to have supported, voted for or donated to the Lib-Dem party.
This new mental disorder, has now been diagnosed and been named ‘Cleggitus’.
It was soon discovered that all of the new patients were found to have voted for the Lib-Dems in last local elections, after the Coalition was formed. A horrific thought, but it has been proven that each one avtually did vote for the Lib-Dems.
Mr Mike Steedenski (45) of the Institute of Political Idiocy commented: “This Cleggitus is proving to be a devil to identify and even harder to eradicate. Let’s face it, it you had voted for the Lib-Dems and then saw the turncoats aid and abet the Cameron led shower of nepotistic scum-bags and nihilists to wage more war, kill off the NHS and attack the proletariat like never before… you wouldn’t want to shout about it would you? But these pillocks did!”
Mr Steedenski took a pause, passed wind, scratched his anus and continued: “Sorry about that, I get carried away you know. What treatment we can actually give to these imbeciles we have not yet worked out. But we must for their own sakes keep them out of harm’s way if we can.”
The telephone rang, and he jumped nervously, twitched, spat on the floor then carried on: “My staff here at the Institute are working on trying to locate the other three twerps who we know voted Lib-Dem in Nottingham, and offer them Sanity Tests and delousing facilities!”
Mr Steedenski went into a trance-like state, took out a penny whistle and blew into it, then slowly came back to reality and added: “We are also making trial medications available for these poor pathetic people. These can be ingested via a dummy, or tear-gas capsules as we think this might help them… or not. Some specialists think that an unlimited supply of alcoholic beverages for them might help. Of course this might encourage the people of Nottingham to vote Lib-Dem, and we don’t want do we?”
“Well thank you very much Doctor!” I said.
“Doctor? Me?… no no no… Am I?”
He disappeared into a toilet, and came out wearing a Superman costume and left the room, shouting “Pickled Walnuts!” loudly.
I was confused.
But this was soon rectified when a stout Doctor entered the room, and apologised for Mr Steedenski’s behaviour, explaining that he was in reality one of the patients taken into the Institute who had voted Lib-Dem in the past.
He introduced himself as Dr Gaztop Bonebreaker, and leant down towards my face and said: “If you want to take it any further you can, but I cannot guarantee your health if you do see?”
The clever photo of the inside of the bus header on top of this page was taken by my Brother-in-law Pete – Good innit? – His a clever lad he is yer know
Inchcock Today: Monday 6th October 2014
Up at 0435hr: Only a little blood from the ‘Inch’ this morning.
Cuppa and medications consumed.
Managed to get three posts done with graphics and posted before I had to get ready for the visit to the doctor and hospital for me INR tests.
I had to call the surgery to find out what time the appointment was for – Tsk!( Old age eh?)
I managed to get a couple of posts fininshed and onto LOMM (League of Mental Men) site, as Monday is my day to post on there.
Tried to get on the City Homes website: “There appears to be a problem with our connection – please try later” Fancy that.
I remembered to ring Dr Vinla’s surgery to find out what time my appointment is for -1030hrs.
Turned off the laptop nipped up and checked me ‘Inch’ put some more cream on. Had good wash and shave, did me teggies and creamed me various parts that needed them.
Went out into the rain and wind (Taking a photo of the end of the road to compare with the earlier ones last week) and hobbled to the surgery for 1020hrs. Forgetting to take me camera with me.
Dr Vindla had a look at the ‘Inch’ declaring the lesion much improved.
She heard the wind coming up from me, and had a look down my throat saying that the Reflux valve was sticking again.
I told her about my haemorrhoids’ bleeding badly again.
She said “We’ve only just started to stop your lesion (Inch) bleeding badly, and now you start bleeding from the other end” and cracked a smiled. I like her for a doctor, she’s a good sense of humour.
Then she took me BP stating it was better than last week.
She prescribed me some Fluclaxacillin tablets to take for a week (Just what I needed more medications hehe), and some extra 30mg Codeine Phosphates.
She asked me to let her know if the Warfarin IRN level was above 4.0 again when I get the results from the QMC later.
She then told me to book in to see her next Monday.
So I did.
Out I went into the rain and wind again. Down to the chemist to get me Penicillin capsule.
Then caught a bus into town.
Then another bus to the Queens Medical Centre haematology for me blood tests. They were not busy and I was soon out into the wind and not so much rain now, catching a bus back into town.
Had a hobble into Tesco and got some wheatmeal bread thins, cooked chicken pieces and a pack of two cream cakes… hehehe!
Caught bus back to Carrington and saw from the bus some regular yobboes lurking near the bus stop I should have alighted from. So I went on to the next stop to get off and walked the long route back to the flea-pit.
Got in and WC’d sharpishly and checked the ‘Inch’. Okay!
Put me things worra got from town away and took a Penicillin capsule (four a day) along with me late midday medications.
Made cuppa-rosie-lee and updated this tosh again.
Feeling a bit weary, but not as bad as I have been… Yahoooo!
On getting ready for me kip – the ‘Inch’ started bleeding again!
Up at 0330hrs, WC. Checked the bleeding ‘Inch’ and Clotromozole creamed him. But I have to say, the bleeding was not bad compared to what it has been (Fingers crossed… mind you that often happens involuntarily with the arthritis). He was still very tender but I was pleased with bleeding being lighter.
Rather chirpily I came down and put the kettle on, started the laptop and nipped back up to the bathroom for a heavy-duty visit to the WC.
Huh! Now the haemorrhoids’ are bleeding like mad. I can’t win yer know! I have to be careful now, because I’m using the Cetraben cream on me skin, the Clotromozole cream on me Inch, the Phorpain gel on me knees and hands and now I’m using the Corticosteroid cream for the piles. I must not get them mixed up… oh dear…
Back down and I took a photo of the same area as I did yesterday of that colourful sky – but it didn’t come out too well cause it were so dark, still I tried and failed. (Kind of encapsulates my life that phrase Hehehe)
Back down and made a cuppa and some porridge and took me oral medications. Discovering as I finished eating it, the porridge had a sell-by-date of July 14.
Updated this diary, and went on Facebook for a while.
After a few hours and trips to the WC, I went up to get a wash shave and other thingies done. As I stripped off, there it was again’ blood from me ‘Inch’! Good job I’m seeing the GP in the morning, must remember to go early and ask them what time my appointment is for. Tsk!
More sorting out done, still tempted to put the bandage back on – that way I can feel it when it bleeds and help stop me clothes getting bloodied. Never mind and hey-ho.
Yobs lurking up and down the street again.
I think I might go up early to save me hobbling up and down the stairs to tend to ‘Inch’ leak, and get away form the yobboes.
I can catch up on me next entry if owt ‘appens worth mentioning.
Then wondered why I had come out of me sleep so suddenly.
I just had to have a look around the flea-pit to see if I’d had intruders to settle my mind. Stubbed me toe on the way and swore a bit.
Took a peep outside, all I could see were two intoxicated personages walking down the middle of the road in sight.
WC.
Tried to get some more kip again.
Woke again at 0425hrs.
Put some Clotromozole cream on the ‘Inch’, it wasn’t bleeding too much this morning (Yet?).
WC.
Tried to get some more kip again but gave up after a while.
0535hrs: Came down, but pots in soak, started laptop made cuppa and took medications.
Must remember to sort out how to tackle me trip to see me sister later today to arrive about 1300hrs as they requested and I gave them as my ETA. Because today is the big day for the Goose Fair mob and football fans travelling.
Updated this tosh and perused Facebook for a while.
I was sat sitting ‘here on me laptop… not sitting on the laptop, but sitting using the laptop if yer see worra mean, I wus actually sitting on me stool at the laptop wot I was using like, the laptop not the stool, although I was using the stool as well was I not?… er… what was I gonna post?… Oh yes… the sky outside (Well it would be wouldn’t it) turned into a red hue like I’ve never seen before. So I went out and took a photo of it. Odd innit?
Odd innit?
Spent a while doing a bit of blogging preparation and Facebooking.
Then went up and had a wash un shave and titivated myself.
Got the goodies packed up for Jan and Pete, made sure (Sureish that is) I’d got everything I needed with me, and set off on me walk into town – then saw the rain, but continued onward cause that’s the type of chap I am… Stupid!
The cut-though to Mansfield Road looked more like a stream, but I pressed on.
All went okay until I got to the hill up passed the Goose Fair pedestrian entrance and the cemetery.
The drains in the road further up had obviously been blocked be all the falling leave and a min torrent was pouring down the hill – naturally a bus came up and created its own mini-tidal wave that kindly filled me bag on the right with rainwater, and left me with a wet right trouser leg!
I believe I might have said something like “Well blow me down fancy that?”
The left knee was not as bad as it has been this morning, and I couldn’t tell if ‘Inchy’ was bleeding or not due to the bus-soaked wet trousers as I squelched limping along. I actually laughed about it. Further proof of my mental status’ deterioration I think.
Got into town and caught the bus out to West Bridgford (Oh I do love me free bus-pass) and the rain eased off a tad, and by the time I dismounted the bus, it had stopped altogether.
A lady on a mobility scooter threatened fleetingly as she pulled out in front of me, but I cunningly avoided a collision that she knew nothing about.
I hobbled to the house of Jane and Pete, sending a text message that I was due in ten minutes and to get the kettle on sharpish.
When I arrived, a cuppa was being poured our fer me – smashing!
I told em the tale of me meals at home and the bleeding Inch, then woke them up to hear their tales of the week.
Pete sorted out me new camera holder and shown me how it worked. A general natter followed and Pete took a photo with me new camera, then showed me how to delete it.
Jane wanted me to take some photo’s of her new plants in the garden – that she got with he prize money from cleverly winning a crossword competition.
I took the first picture with the new camera (I’ve named Suzanne), and the others with the old one (Grizelda).
Pete was busy working upstairs by now and Jane pointed out to me that the bus was due in ten minutes, so I said my farewells and limped to the bus stop.
Caught the bus to town and called in the Chinese shop to get some cheesey-seaweed. (Gone up now to £1.89 from £1.69 – Tut!)
Walked through the City Centre where they had some show on about old folk, but I was the only old folk there.
I struggled up King Street, managing to avoid the skateboarders and Big issue sellers alright.
Then over the road to the bus stop for a Carrington bus.
Limped off and walked back to the flea-pit, yobboes lurking at the far end of the street.
Got in and thought although it was late for me and I was tired, I’d try out how to get the photo’s from the new camera to me laptop so I could send them to Jane and Pete.
Whatta mistake to maka…
I’d loader all the photographs into Coreldraw to resize up nicely like… halfway through Coreldraw did it again – onlt saved em in black and white…
So, turned all me programmes off, removed all the Coreldraw files, restarted the laptop, re-installed the Coreldraw9 programme.
Restarted the laptop as it told me to.
And it worked again in colour.
By now I was well tired and frustrated… again.
Eventually managed to update this Diary of Woe. A weary lad…
Incorporating Photograph visit of Inchcock to Nottingham’s Goose Fair on Opening Day – today
Up at 0450hrs tending to me throbbing bloodied and very sore ‘Inch’. I was tempted to put bandage on, but remembered Dr Vindla’s advice not to.
WC.
Tried to recollect dream I’d been having, but couldn’t drag it out of my brain while I clean him up applied the Clotromozole cream and filled the laundry basket again.
Got an email yesterday from me Sister and Brother in law giving me permission to visit them on Saturday but only after 1200hrs. They are also so busy, I bet they wondered how they ever managed when they were working.
Came down around 0600hrs, started laptop, made a cuppa and took me medications post haste.
(It’s stopped bleeding now)
Updated this diary.
When the new BT Infitity finally loaded after several minutes being given the option of closing or waiting for it to load notifications, I eventually got on the web! (Huh!)
Spent many happy hours doing graphics and facebooking.
Went up to cleanse shave and beautify myself and get me togs on for me walk to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop in Sherwood. And oh dearie me… the blood from the ‘Inch’ had soaked through me undies trousers and into me dressing-gown!
Kitchen towels to the fore, and extra Clotromozole cream applied – gently, very ever so gently!
It took yonks to get it to stop again. I thought about going somewhere medical about it, but when it did stop, I chickened out.
Worried me a bit that, cause me Warfarin INR level must be pretty high for me to have stopped in on me own like.
On my walk to the Charity shop I thought it would be a good idea (Being as I’d remembered me camera) to go afterwards to the Goose Fair that was just starting on the Forest afterwards.
So I did. I managed to just miss three buses that were at the bus-stop and I couldn’t get there quick enough to catch one.
I dropped off at the wrong bus-stop, to early. So I hobbled up to the Goose Fair site, and went in the East entrance off of Mansfield Road.
The smells from the multitude of take away stalls hit me first, then a woman with double push chair hit me second; right on arthritic left knee too!
The uneven ground played havoc with me feet and knees.
The few kids that were there seemed to be enjoying themselves.
I couldn’t stop checking me Inch for leaks, spoilt me walk really.
I’ll put these photographs onto me Nottingham Goose Fair album on me Facebook page later. Might use the one about the new ride on Troll Free Zone, might give em a laugh.. or not.
Wandered through the stalls and rides (painfully cause of the uneven ground) and decided enough was enough, and left onto Gregory Boulevard.
Noticing the security staff sat gossiping and on their ipods or something like that.
The first rubbish bin I came to on the Boulevard was in a right state already, Tsk.
I limped literally back to Carrington, and then nipped bravely into the Lidl store to get some bread and bananas. That brought back the thoughts of how my ‘Inch’ was doing, but I could feel no moisture.
I’ll definitely have to see Dr Vindla. Mind you, I’ve got an appointment on Monday, I must try to find out what time cause for some reason I didn’t put it on me diary.
Hey-ho, microwave sausage sandwiched for me tonight.
And he thought things were getting better? Read on!
Thursday 2nd October 14
Up at 0410hrs: Tended to the ‘Inch’ and what a mess – blood all over me my clothing and the bathroom. Bit of a job to stop it, but managed I think.
WC.
Feeling disappointed at yesterday’s wasted time waiting for the Meals at Home calling to see me and didn’t (I may mention this again, sorry.)
Problems have been caused through their non-attendance:
1) Not getting me walk in, the arthritis is worse this morning
2) My BP must have gone up even further with the angry frustrations.
3) The angina is going again this morning.
4) For some reason I feel more tired this morning than for a while?
5) Stomach ache nasty.
WC.
Went down and started the laptop, made a cuppa and tool me medications.
Anticoagulation level and dosage record had come in the post. I’m on 4.6 INR level, still way too high? Doses reduced for this week again.
WC.
Oh dear, the ‘Inch’ is bleeding again. Went up and treated the little mite again – More painful now. WC while I was up there.
The stomach is grinding and painful. Probably due to holding things in yesterday so as not to miss the Meals at Home personage/s who were supposed to come and didn’t!
Feeling bitter about it now, and uncomfortable with the extra pangs I’m suffering. (Poor old devil!)
Did some Facebooking, and WordPress, Inchcock post creating…
WC.
… Then some graphics to use later.
Did me ablutions and prettifying and got the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop, Paperwork for the Nottingham City Council Contact Point and off I wobbled to Sherwood, Not much traffic about there at the moment.
Left me donations and caught the bus into town.
Flippin’ sneezing now.
Walked to the Nottingham Council Contact Point in the main library, took a photo of the slab square.
Talked with the helpful chappie who arranged for the Meals at Home peoples to call and see me yesterday.
Explained to him how I’d waited in for eleven hours but nobody came to see me… adding about the ailments that this failure had caused me. But i kept meself calm throughout.
“What else can I do?” he asked.
“Forget it!” I replied.
“What are you going to do then?” He inquired.
“Drop dead through starvation I suppose!” I quipped with a smile on me face. Adding “I cannot go through that again waiting, holding my water and back passage movements, the Angina starting, the high-blood pressure… never mind, thank’s for your help anyway Sir!”
I poddled to the Chinese shop and got some seaweed sheets, then walked to the tram-stop intending to catch a tram to Bulwell to see if Fulton’s had any microwave sausages in.
However… still being uptight (That’s my excuse) I got on the wrong Tram! But I did remember to get me travel-pass validated before I got on, because nowadays everyone has to pay or validate before they get on a tram.
I got off at Cinderhill, which is only ¾ mile from Bulwell, not too bad.
I realised as I got off the tram and started to limp up the long stairs to the road, when this site was being built, I did the night security there, and got nobbled with a great thick plank of wood that someone dropped over the bridge wall onto me head.
That made think about doing an Inchcock’s True Tales of Woe about it later.
I took a photo of how it looks now. Then it was all mud, yobs and building plant and stuff.
At the top of the steps I noticed the Pub where the gypsies (travellers) and the Jamaican lads had a fight (That I witnesses, I’ll yers all about it in me Tale of Woe when I get it done), one death and seven hospitalised.
I limped along into Bulwell, fed the ducks and pigeons and investigated the two freezer shops next to each other. Fulton’s first, then Iceland. Bit of luck at Fulton’s, they had some Microwavable Cocktail sausages at a decent price 800g for £1.69 and got some lollies too.
Then into Iceland, got some wholemeal bread thins at £1 each and a ready meal, Potatoes baked beans and sausage for 89p! Only got one though, cause I don’t know if there are any good yet do I. (Been caught out before yer know)
Then up the road a bit to Heron freezer shop, got what I thought was a bargain, ice-cream lollies 6 for a quid. Until I got em home a saw how tiny they were that is.
Walked to bus station and caught a number 17 bus back to Carrington. The road works caused much delay and tested the poor old bus-driver to his limits. I must say he had varied vocabulary of curse words, very impressed I was.
Dropped off and walked to the flea-pit, as I turned the corner I knew something was different – took a few second to think about it then realised: No yobs, Nobody rooting through any bins either!
Got in WC and guess what? A note on the floor from Angela. Whoever she is from the Meals at Home Service. It read; Dear Mr Inchcock, we called to see you today. As you were not home we will call again on Monday between 11am – 1pm. Thank you. Angela.
I put the laptop on, made a cuppa took me afternoon medications then called the Meals on Wheels…no, the Meals at Home Service.
Bit of a farce really, the first woman I spoke to and tried to explain things too did not speak very clearly and she put me onto another gal, who had a better for me to hear voice; Took a while to explain about how I’d called in the Contact Centre and a chap had called you on my behalf telling you that Monday and/or Tuesdays was my hospital visit days and you said you’d call to see me Wednesday.
I stayed in making myself poorly holding my natural actions in for 13 hours and nobody came Wednesday.
I went toady and explained things to the gentleman at the Contact Centre.
I then went on and bought much food to go in my freezer, so no room to have anything anyway now.
I was then put through to another woman, and explained all this again.
After listening politely, she said, well we can come next Tuesday then!
I reiterated that Monday and or Tuesday are my hospital days!
Oh all right, let’s make it Wednesday 8th.
I agreed.
I thought I ought to put this on my online Google diary to be safe; When I did, I realised I’d got a Doctor’s appointment on that Wednesday. But not until 1500 hrs.
I considered crying, but decided against it.
I had to ring them back, and tell the first woman all about it again…
She put me through to a new woman this time, and I explained it all again (Talk about War and Peace), and she said they would be arriving between 1300 and 1400 hrs.
I’ve no confidence in this at all yer know!
I got me purchases out, going soft by now and took a photo of em, no idea why, suppose after the last two days I’m losing it a bit quicker than normal?
So much for taking their word they would call to see me!
Wednesday 1st October
Woke up around 0400hrs, cramps gone, but leaving aching bones. (Even typing is a tad painful)
Remembered I’d got the ‘Meals at Home’ person calling today, so I have to remain in all day so as not to miss he/her/them.
WC.
Tackled the Inch with the Clotromozole cream while it was still proud, less bleeding this morning, that was good.
Got downstairs and laptop started, made a cuppa and took medications.
Checked on Facebook and replied to some nice comments. Updated the diary. Then started on a graphic for TFZ.
WC.
WC.
Managed to get two posts and some graphic done.
13hrs of expecting the Nottingham City Council Meals at Home to arrive – I am a fool or what?
1450hrs: Making myself poorly with holding in me urge to go to the toilet in case I miss the ‘Meals at Home’ person/s who are supposed to be calling today. Determined not to miss them/him/her and give em a reason not to serve me.
Bit frustrating this waiting and not knowing lark.
1510hrs: Still waiting…
WC.
152ohrs: Still waiting…
WC.
1555hrs: Still waiting…
1615hrs: Still waiting…
WC. Had to relieve myself at the sink. I have gone through two rolls of kitchen towels, a bottle of bleach and a bottle of disinfectant!
1700hrs: Still waiting…
Called them on the mobile – No answer!
Wonder if I have a valid claim against them?
Bladder bad now.
1712hrs: Still waiting…
1730hrs: No signs of em yet!
1755hrs: No signs of em yet!
1808hrs: No signs of em yet!
To tired to wait any more now.
I’ll just have to call at the Council Contact point tomorrow. Huh!
Unpaid WordPress reporter Juan Inchcock Chambers (68) reports that his morning, on Parliament Street in Nottingham, outside the Job Centre Plus offices, a nasty traffic collision took place.
There was the Lord Mayors Jaguar overtaking a bus parked, as he was on his way to visit the Left handed users Gay Ukrainian Support Centre next door to the Job-centre Plus offices, and this blocked the view of a drunken driver and benefit seeker of an Audi 8, Agnieszka Lukaku (21) who was turning into the premises.
He collided with the Job-centre Plus manager Sheridan Cuthbertson [54] in his Skoda Estelle.
The police and traffic wardens were on the scene within seconds, and Police Constable Mike Steeden, commented: “The Lord Mayors Jaguar has damage to the bumper. The Audi is also damaged, and the Skoda a write off. Charges will follow. Luckily the Lord Mayor was not injured in the collision, although the paramedics insisted in pumping out his stomach contents for some reason? It’s a good thing that the Council no longer use the Bentley nowadays. I believe they sold it cheaply to save on petrol in 2009 to a nephew of the City Treasurer.
The benefit claimant was taken to hospital with a suspected pricking of his conscience.
The Job-centre Plus manager Sheridan Cuthbertson, is suing the Nottingham Council.
The traffic wardens later had their picture taken next to the Lord Mayors Jaguar.
The JCP Manager’s Skoda Estelle was destroyed in the collision. He commented: “At last!”
Late News:
It appears that a mobility scooter may have had some influence on the accident.
Police are looking for a Mr Danny Soz, possibly originating from South London of indeterminate age. The disability Scooter had been stolen from Nottingham’s Midland Railway Station, and later found abandoned outside the notorious Binaround Brenda’s brothel.
Remembered bits of a dream; Working at big factory. Management brought a packet of Piccadilly cigarettes to the canteen full of men… asked who they belonged to, I went forward to admit they were mine along with four other workers?
Then I was running around a factory that had bit of many components of places I’d actually worked at.
Then a big interview to sack us all – gets a bit confused here; I’m climbing catwalks above the factory and someone is chasing me with an axe… then leaving the premises being newly sacked, to the applause of the workers? That’s all I recall.
As I stirred to get up, I noticed the blood on me pyjama bottoms. Investigated the ‘Inch’, the blood on it had dried. Until that is when I had to pull back to apply the new cream on. Free flowing now, good job I have plenty of kitchen towels at hand.
Very tender but not so bloated as it has been, I gently massaged the cream in. Talk about Sting! Eventually it stopped bleeding.
Then I had the job of cleaning up the mess. Looks like I might have to try and get some cheapo pyjamas to cover for those that will be going to the launderette?
WC.
Eventually I got down and started laptop, made a cuppa and took me medications. Can’t find me grabber/picker that I bought last week? Mind you, the house is in a bit of a Steptoe & Son state.
The pain in my Inch has now turned into a hot tingling sensation, but still sore.
Assembled my now bigger laundry in two big bags, and set off for the laundry. Mandie in the laundry was looking very tasty again today – and she laughed at me recent medical exploits and that cheered me up no end – for a while.
When I’d got the driers going, I realised I’d forgot to put me rubber balls what Big John bought me. Also I’d forgotten to take Mandies nibbles. Tsk!
I departed and went back to the dump and got her nibbles, and returned to the launderette with em for her.
I set off on me walk into town to the Council Contact point to check on the meals at home system and to have a look at cheapo pyjamas at Primark.
I took the long route into town, passing the alley where the girl got raped earlier this year, the Arboretum gates and the thousands of student flats. The city was well populated with citizens of the fair Nottingham.
I took a photo of the alleyway, including as you see in the photo I hope, the condoms, wine bottle, cigarette stubs and food wrappers amongst the leaves.
I limped to the library and spoke with a chappie on the contact point desk. It Transpired that someone from the Council will be calling to see me tomorrow sometime about it.
I walked through the city centre to the Primark shop and had a look at the pyjamas on offer.
I found a ‘Large’ pair and bought them.
Caught the bus back to Carrington, dropping of early to go see Mandie and show off me pyjamas – only to notice that although the packaging had clearly marked on it ‘Large’, the actual jammies were labelled ‘Medium’ – am I lucky or what? Another job to sort out now!
Got in the hovel and put laptop on, made a cuppa.
I’ve saved this photo until the last, because I couldn’t help but see the funny side of it.
As I went passed and saw the road sign left at the fencing of the cemetery – pointing upwards! Had to laugh don’t you know.
I take it that only sinners were allowed to be buried in this place?
I did some facebooking which I enjoyed and updated this tripe.
Oh… must remember to put me cream on the ‘Inch’… back in a bit then.
All done – painfully.
Made me sarnies and ate em.
The cramps started as soon as I hit the linen. Neck fingers and legs affected. Applied lashing of pain gel. Don’t know that I should use so much in one go, but it eased the cramps a bit… or did it go away on its own?
