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Inchcock Today: Wed 21st Jan 15 – Declorication and dentist concerns

Up at 0400hrs – WC, cleaned up the blood.

Damned annoyed at not remembering any of me dreams again this morning.

Angina and arthritis both playing up big time, went down to make a cuppa to have with me medications and found that a bit of snow had fallen overnight and had turned to nasty dangerous black-ice!

I took a photo from the front door that creaked as the frost broke around it when I opened it!

I hope no more falls with temperatures this low it shouldn’t, but if it warms up a tad later I can see more snow descending. Tsk!

Not looking forward to the walk to the dentist at all this morning… but got to go.

Weather like this is Whoopsidangleplops inviting. Especially with Arthur Itis limiting my movements like wot he is today.

Trouble with Coreldraw9 this morning, freezing, crashing and importing work I’d done warped? Eventually after many restarts it seems slow but working again – lost hours there. Tsk!

Looking out the upstairs window I saw many flashing blue lights of emergency vehicles in the distance on Hucknall Road I think. I’d bet the black ice had caught some poor sod out?

Finished off yesterdays diary and got it posted, then had the urge to write a ditty about the weather so I did and posted that. I lost the original plot in no time, but it seemed fairly funnyish all the same.

Must get the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop because it’s only a few doors down from the dentist. Two jobs in one like – as the missus used to say.

Got missen cleaned up and set off for the walk to Sherwood and the Dentists.

It wor miserable out there, but the snow had all but melted by the pouring rain. Not cold at all now.

I pressed on keeping an eye on the time ’cause they don’t like it if yer late you know like. Got there in time and climbed up the high steps into the passage and down to the reception. A few questions answered and I took a seat and waited until she called me name in her Concentration Guard voice (Wrongly but no problem there); “Go up to treatment room one now!”

So I did – with difficulty as the stairs are a bit steep, so much so I took a sneaky photo of them – just glad I didn’t have to go up another flight to treatment room three.

I sat patiently waiting looking around and noticed a photo on the wall, just above the signs that told us we would be charged extra if we were late for appointments, and taken off their records if we missed an appointment – oh and if we want none grey fillings we must ask them and they will tell us if they can provide them (White ones) and how much they will cost to be done privately.

I thought that the portraits of the Lions was most suitable for this camp… er, surgery.

Eventually the Obergruppenführer came in… I mean Dentist came in and ran through checking me teeth and commanded me to make an appointment with the receptionist for a half-hour treatment session on me two lower front teggies to try and save them, and shoved me record card into me hand..

I mumbled a few words in thanks and painfully nervously got up to go down to the receptionist, by which time she and her assistant had rushed off to treatment room two to see someone else… then I limped gently down the stairs. talking myself into being brave as I did so… to tackle the receptionist to get an appointment.

I handed her the card:

She demanded the payment for the checks just done and I paid her.

Inchy: “Thank you, the dentist said to make a half-hour appointment”

Grissly: “I am knowing this…”

I heroically interrupted her: “Any day but a Monday or Tuesday at any time will do, they are my hospital and clinic days…” I followed it up with a weak twitchy smile…

Grissly: “Humpf… let me to look, wait!”

I whispered back “Yes no problem.”

I sat down.

After a couple of minutes of her belting hell out of the computer keyboard keys she pointed her finger at me and bent the index one inward – this I took as a summoning and went back to the desk…

“You will be coming for treatment on Wednesday 4th February… Yes! This is alright with you yes?” It was an order more than a question.

“Fine yes thank you very much indeed”.

I got sympathetic looks from the other poor sods whose turn it would be later… I mean patients waiting her attentions as I limped out into the rain and sleet.

A bag of nerves by now I forgot completely about the bag of stuff I’d got to hand to the Nottingham Hospice shop a few doors away – such was my determination to escape Frau Goebbels. Actually I think they were Polish. Thus had to carry it around with me all day.

When I got to the bus stop to catch a one into town and take some photographs I adjusted me clothing and a zip came of me nice warm jumper. I tried to reconnect it and a bit flew off into the road never to be seen again.

“Ah well” I thought “I’ll call in Primark see if they have any in the sale still.”

The bus came and it was a case of standing for the journey into town so many people on it.

As it came towards the City Centre stop, I was caught up in a sort of stampede to get off the bus along with the polite mild mannered Nottingham people nudging and grappling to get off first. I wondered what was happening.

When I got to the pavement I thought my big coat had come undone in the mini-melee – but found that that zip was also broken beyond repair. Huh… what a day I was having and getting soaked in the rain to boot!

Hey-ho, onward down Clumber Street across the lights and right into the Primark store – now I was seeking a jumper and a coat. Tsk!

Took me time and pottered around, took some photographs for the TFZ gals and eventually came across a jumper that looked nice and warm and was reasonably priced – but none of the coats were anything like what I was looking for even though they were cheap enough.

Not enough pockets yer see.

So I left and had a walk through the slab square to M&S to cheer myself up with buying one of there admittedly expensive, but deletable braised beef with roasted parsnips that can be cooked in the microwave meals for one.

I foolishly thought before going to the food hall, I’ll pop up the escalators to the third floor and have a look at their coats on sale.

I fell in love with one that had plenty of pockets and looked nice and warm – but dare not tell anyone how much it cost… What a fool!

Now me bags were getting heavy, and me feet stinging as bit.

I poddled down to the food hall and got me meal for one, then limped back up and out of the store. I held the door open for a lady as we left and found the rain was even more heavy than it was before.

I couldn’t manage me brolly up and cope with me two bags at the same time. What a day!

I made me way back through the City Centre and up King Street.

Then round to the bus stop via Trinity Square, but no photographicalistioning of shop windows today, it was too wet you see.

A Nottingham Pavement Cycling nearly caught me off guard while I was concentrating on avoiding the worst of the rain but somehow he missed me by inches. I Christened him as loud as I could manage by questioning his parentage with the use of one word.

He didn’t seem to notice and was off out of view within seconds… bless him.

I really must look into getting a clandestine camera to catch the pavement cyclists and send the photographs to someone who might be able to do something to bring this problem to the attention of the authorities who don’t seem interested at all in Nottingham, but find the time to prosecute people for throwing away a nub-end or feeding the birds?

The rain kept alternating with snow/sleet as I made my way to the bus stop and got on one without any delay.

I took a photograph through the bus front window as we moved up Mansfield Road. do you see the lighted little box on the right of the picture?

A God-send that is – it’s where we old-uns swipe of free bus-pass on entry to the bus.

I was soon back in Carrington alighting the bus and popped into the Co-op because I’d forgotten to get any bread when in town.

I’d also forgot to get some hearing aid batteries from the Ropewalk clinic. Tsk!

As I left the Co-op shop, the heavens really opened up and made me way as quickly as me knees back and feet would let, back to the hovel.

WC’d, put the kettle on, started the laptop then made a cuppa and put me things I’d bought away.

Certainly nothing to make me ecstasiate today!

Overall a day of frustrations, pain, embarrassments and failed good intentions – a normal day for Inchcock then!

Hey-ho!

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 20th Jan 2015 – Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna in attendance

Up at 0400hrs – recalled bits of my dreams:

Two women in Victorian clothes smoking pipes were shouting at me at a desk with an ink well and quill on it… – In a ditch full of fast moving water, trying to catch a plastic duck with a toasting fork? – Trying to climb into an Austin A40 car 1950’s model, but kept falling out onto a zebra crossing that smelt of soap powder, I had a Davey Crockett hat on… but why?

I prepared the creams in readiness for the bleeding from the rear end and checked while I was at it on me stocks of medications just in case the lousy weather continues like yer know worra mean?

The cough was persisting still this morning… afternoon and night! Tsketh!

WC’d and applied the creams, had a scrub-up and shave then did some Facebooking.

After a while I thought about going out and decided to have a little walk to Asda on Hyson Green for some bits, but I’d call in the launderette to see Big John on the way.

The sky might have looked nice and pretty but it were damnably cold as I turned towards the cut-through to Mansfield Road.!

As I arrived at the launderette Big John was coming out for a fag.

We had a natter and he asked if I wanted to get a lift with him to Asda. I said thanks I’ll meet him at Asda if that’s alright and scrounge a lift home with the heavy bags? No problem. I needed to keep the knees and ankles going to keep Arthur Itis at bay, so had a slow hobble to Asda.

Said cheerio see you later to Big John and having gone about twenty yards down the road the first Nottingham Pavement Cyclist of the day nearly got me.

I tooketh a photo of her but I don’t think was even aware that I was there at all.

Onward I plodded and when I reached the college fencing on Mansfield Road I could not help but admire the shoots coming through on the bushes and trees as they fought their way through the bars into the sunlight.

This despite their being cut back drastically by the council a few weeks ago – they were now ready for any pavement cyclist or inattentive walker with a fair chance of poking them in the eyes. Hehehe!

It’s not a good photo, but many of the buds were already through with some of them starting to open?

And here we are with -5c temperatures… amazing.

The sun kept coming out and in strongly – I think that might have been why the gentleman in BMW didn’t see me at the pedestrian crossing on Sherwood Rise, and was most likely not even aware that he’d nearly clobbered me? Huh!

Over the road and around the corner onto Gregory Boulevard and another cyclist nearly got me – to quick for me to get me camera out in time, so I took photograph of the Forest Recreation Ground while I had the camera out.

I’ve just noticed there are no travelling cars in this photograph and pleased with how it came out, anyone would think the place of idylic peaceful pleasant and a desirable place to live in – Mmmm?

I pressed to the end of the road and turned right towards the Asda outlet – where another cyclist did his best to get me. Gits!

I had a good slow amble around the store starting with the non-foods section to look at the shoes they were offering for sale – Crap is the description that came to mind.

I poddled up and down every aisle in the place – and the trolley was getting slowly filled with stuff I did not really need, more just sort of fancied. At least if the weather does o bad now I’ll survive a while without going out. Hehe!

A good 40 minutes later I was at the checkout. And boy had I spent? Yes… indeed I had: £51.86 that’s USD $78.74 – AUD $96.10 – CAD $95.10 – JPY ¥9319.64!

Big John loaded the three bags into the boot of his car for me and gave me a lift home.

As we came out of the car park I saw something I’ve never seen before in real life anyway only in DVDs and photographs like – an Aston Martin car.

Shame about it being on bricks and the wheels having been nicked – Nottingham eh! Huh!

As we drove down Gregory Boulevard i took a picture through the windscreen of Big John’s car.

Hardly anyone around I noticed odd that.

The area was about two hundred yards from the wheel-less Aston Martin car, and the school on the left was fire-bombed during the last riots.

Just thought I’d mention it like.

John dropped me off at home bless his cotton socks, thanked him and gave him a few nibbles to eat and off he went.

I got in and spent a good while encouraging things at the porcelain.

Then started to put away the stuff wot I’d bought – good heavens I thought why did I get all this? Bitter orange drinks, cooked beetroot, bleach, BBQ sauce, deodorant, cheese sauce, washing-up liquid, antiseptic disinfectant, cocktail sausages, min franks, microwaveable Ribs, Gotowana, yoghurt, nibbles for the nurses, bacon cobs, mousse, cheapo cakes, biscuits, Scott’s porridge oats just to mention some – and even a DVD Liam Neelson in ‘A walk among the Tombstones’! Well it was on offer.

I saw they had Nicolas Cage’s latest DVD ‘Left Behind’ – but David Saxon told me he fell asleep watching it, so I opted for Liam’s Tombstones instead like.

I had the last piece of me pork pie with some bread and started this diary.

Passed wind a few seconds ago – involuntary like wot we older folk do now and then… Phwoar blimey!!!

Inchcock Today: Mon 19th Jan 15

Up about 0345hrs… WC.

No recollections of me dreams again.

WC.

Had a shave and started the laptop. Did some Facebooking and posted to LOMM site.

Had a wash and brush up (they can’t touch me for it!) and assembled the laundry in two great bagfuls ready to take to the laundry.

Then got the bits ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and the nibbles for the gals at the launderette and the nurses at the QMC. Hard work all this effort to try and be liked innit? Hehe!

When I carried the bags of laundry down the stairs One at a time mind I didn’t like the loud creaking noises emanating from the third and second runs from the bottom of the stairs. More to worry about… Tsk!

I got them out of the door and took a photo just in case I pass-out or kick me clogs carrying them, so the police can identify them when they get nicked! Haha!

It was even colder than I thought earlier as I plodded on down to the launderette.

The cut-through to Mansfield Road had no yobs lurking and drinking this time – but it was iced over and dangerous. I walked along the edges so I could drop the bags and grab the railings if I did a whoopsidangleplop.

As I got onto Mansfield Road and turned right towards the launderette I thought “It’s awfully quiet here today.” Then it dawned I hadn’t got me hearing-aids in. But I had the right glasses on so not all was gloom. Hehe!

Got in the launderette and had to use two machines to accommodate the washing – two weeks worth including many of the thick long sleeve warm t-shirts that I got from Primark and they would need extra drying time.

Mandy gave me a smile and look that said “Oh, the old idiot is back”.

We had a little natter and she changed some notes into coins for me (Not magically).

I got the machines going £6.80 it cost, and there would be £2.60 needed for the drier afterwards.

I told Mandy I was off to get me hearing-aids from the hovel.

As I walked up to the cut-through the traffic was building up on Mansfield Road.

Then I had a bit of cheering up granted me.

As I entered the passage a lad on a push-bike came tearing through from the other end and did a whoopsidangleplop off his bike on the ice.

I don’t think he noticed my wide grin and contented look when I asked him if he was alright though… he was. I suggested: “You keep to the road on your bike in future that’s been gritted. If your too scared to go on the road you shouldn’t really have a bike at all should you?”

The look he gave me encouraged me to move on.

Got me hearing-aids and returned to the launderette.

Those thick t-shirts I got are really warm and comfy but it took £2.80 in the drier before they were dry enough to take out. Tsk, hey-ho.

Said farewell to Mandy and struggled back with the bags to the flea-pit.

Put the Hospice stuff and nibbles in me bag and set off on a little walk into Sherwood. As I departed I realised I had to return quickly to the porcelain…

The rumbling innards were giving up and a solid achievement was passed – now me haemorrhoids are bleeding something rotten! Treble Tsk!.

Got myself cleaned up and creamed then set-off again.

As I was walking up Mansfield Road I thought how much brighter the sky was today – pound to a penny some snow will descend soon.

Not much traffic now.

Got to the Hospice shop and left the bag of stuff for them and came out and caught a bus into town.

I popped into Tesco and got some bread then as I passed the Greggs shop I espied they were selling bags of Mint Doughnuts at 6 for a quid – so I got one to add to the nurses nibbles at the Queens medical Centre haematology.

As I was going into the site I spotted in one of the giant plant pots that the flowers Whatever they were) were forcing their way through.

Always amazes me this every year… nature eh? Here we are minus whatever degrees and these beauties battling away…

The rumbling from me innards was far less now, but the involuntary escapages of wind from the rear end continue – embarrassing at times this.

Got in and got seen to after an hour or so wait. The nurses seemed to welcome me a bit more enthusiastically this week? – Then I realised they were gathering around me to get a pick of the goodies from the carrier bag. Hehe! I told them they had a bag of Mint doughnuts cause I thought how original they were when I saw them in the shop. One of then had a look at the label, put her head to one side, smiled understandingly and pointed out that it said Mini – not Mint Doughnuts! “That’s the first laugh we’ve had all day” another one said. Tsk, I felt such a fool… again!

Said me cheerios and as I was walking to the main road noticed a bike locked onto the railings.

The sign at the side of it read: ‘Please do not attach your bike to the railings. ‘Well that sign didn’t have a lot of effect eh?’

I caught the bus back to the City Centre and had a walk around and tool some photos of Bling for the TFZ facebook site girls.

The rings in this photograph are very old, 1960 and 1910?

Don’t know what the stones are, red rubies I suppose guessingly.

I thought the bottom one meant c7th October at first glance?

Pottered around a while then caught the bus back to Carrington. I know I keep saying this – but my pensioners free bus-pass is so appreciated! I don’t suppose David (Snot-bag) Cameron will read this would he?

Slipped a few seeds to the pigeons on me walk back to the flea-pit.

I was just thinking I’d seen no Nottingham Street Art to report today – and there it was. Worthy of any Contemporary Art gallery I thought.

The exquisite spacing between the works of art, and how cleverly the artist has chosen to place them on different levels and resisted using house bricks and black bags… Hehehe!

Got in and did not need the WC! Hurrah!. Mind you I had to clean up the leaking rear-end again. Tsk!

Made some microwave sausage sarnies and a cuppa.

Started laptop and updated this ‘ere diary like.

Well now it seems the innards movements are going in the other direction so to speak – solid and stubbornly not wanting to evacuate! Tsk!.

Inchcock Today: Sunday 18th January 2015

How I wish I could remember the dreams I’d had during the night – reckon I must have had many because each time (And there were plenty of them) I got up or woke up I seemed to recall a different dream and swore to myself I’d remember each one to record here.

Now no memories remain. I must force myself to write them down on me notepad at the time in future – mind you…

Stirred and got up an WC’d then made a cuppa. Started laptop and did some graphicationalisationing.

Blooming cold this morning -5c… Brrr!

Vehicles outside were well frosted.

The coughing and rumbling and a-grumbling from the innards is still rampant I’m afraid – oh dear…

Finished and posted yesterdays Diary then did some Facebooking and made a humerous graphic and posted it to Facebook.

I’ve got a double load (two weeks) laundry to do tomorrow and me INR (Warfarin) level tests too.

Just hope things settle sooner rather than later.

I’m occupying the bathroom today and going nowhere. No desire for food really either at the moment… well I did manage a Lion bar earlier in between painful and unpleasant responses to the calls to the porcelain from me innards. Tsk!

I tried to read me book afterwards, but no concentration at all.

Double Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Saturday 17th January 2015

Oh dear… woke up several times during the night with the rumbling innards and rear passage giving me bother. Huh!

A funny wot I dun and captioned: “Someone really ought to wake him up know!”

Arose (yet again) to visit the porcelain around 0315hrs and decided to give up and started the laptop to finish and post yesterday’s Dairy and begin this one.

The dreams I’d had couldn’t be recalled at all this morning but know I’d had them and they were frustrating in nature.

WC.

The innards are rumbling and bubbling still – took some bi-carb with me usual medications. Still, the arthritis and angina are not being too awkward anyway… yet. Hehe! What I’m laughing at I’m not sure?

Did some graphicalistioning on Coreldraw while it let me.

Many visits to the porcelain today, the innards are churning and a tad uncomfortable, two really close shaves up to now – not sure whether to risk going out or not yet… might just have a wander around locally if the yobs ain’t around. Or not?

Carried on with me graphicalisationing, dun some funny ones for Facebook Troll Free Zone gals and lad’s in mind.

Oh dear… just got back from another urgently needing attention message wot I got from me rumbling grumbling stabbing innards – no faux-pars though.

Still not sure if I should risk a poddle out?

I can hear emergency vehicle klaxons nearby – but I’m not going out to have a nosey this time.

At least the BT internet seems to be going alright, although I may regret saying that now that I’ve said that?

Bloomin’ ‘eck, another visit to the bog! Not good this.

Had an email from Nottingham City Council warning me of bad weather coming.

The cough now returned and stayed with me all day – Tsk!

After an hour or so the burbling and gurgling seemed to be settling, so I decided a walk into town might be okay. (What a plonker!)

Got a wash up and set off on me walk.

The traffic at the lights on Hucknall Road was at a standstill.

Horns a peeping and hooting as they jockeyed for position.

It freed up a lot further on near the traffic island and I took a photo because the sky looked very clear compared with the last few days.

I suppose it’s the wintry weather on its way that I was warned about?

A little bit further up the road, I espied my first piece of Nottingham Street Art on the pavement yet again. I wondered if it was the same culprit as the other day as it was spotted roughly in the same area as was that dog poo?

I pressed on over the hill on Mansfield Road and down the other side towards the City Centre.

A block of six retail outlets on the other side of the road near the Huntingdon Street junction traffic lights I saw had only one business open, the other had closed down.

It was an Art Gallery outlet.

Of all the things I thought.

There has been take-away food, Book shops, Butchers, Estate Agents, Hair dressers, Adult entertainment suppliers and Ladies nail shop but all have failed and gone broke or got out quickly in that row of shops over the last year or so. How can an Art Gallery expect to make it pay?

A few hundred yards further down the road the first pavement cyclist came passed me. Again I only just caught him with me camera.

Then I turned to continue on me walk and nearly tripped and did a ‘Whoopsidangleplop’ over one of the uneven pavement slabs.

Undaunted, after using a few well chosen descriptive words I limped into the Victoria bus station and through into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).

A gurgling from within and severe involuntary passing of wind encouraged me to get to the public toilets ASAP!

Phew… made it in time.

I came out and looked for some ‘Bing’ ‘Pearls’ and ladies fashion items, anything that might interest the girls from Canada, America and Australia on Facebook to take photographs of.

I got six that might interest them. The one of the fish here I put in the diary because I couldn’t believe the prices of the 2.5″ glass fish on sale. £60 (AUD $110.44 – USD $90.86 – CAD $ 108.92) each! Mind you they were probably not glass, something else more expensive?

I poddled down the ground floor and popped into Tesco Metro and got some Cox’s apples, Cooked crispy bacon and bread.

When I departed onto Milton Street, between the Poundland and Waitrose shops I espied another piece of Nottingham Street Art.

It doesn’t show very well in the photo, but it was semi-liquid and smelled of curry to me.

Not bad for early afternoon.

I took some photo’s of a jewellery shop window for the girls and went down to the bus-stop and caught one back to the flea-pit.

I sneaked some seed to the pigeons and tool a photo of em.

Walked home and rushed to the WC.

The top of the tap on the sink has split open.

No idea how to mend it. Tsk!

Put me bits away and depression overcame me.

Later I started this diary after having to restart the laptop to get Coreldraw to work.

Coughing painfully well as I pass wind, I did some graphics.

Tonight I plan to have me microwaveable Potato Gratin, bacon and some bread. Or bearing mind me innards… should I?

I did, and it wer lovely.

Paid the price with the usual painful getting up and down to tend to the calls to the porcelain throughout the night. Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Friday 16th January 2015

Up at 0245hrs.

Set about making notes of the last dreams I’d had that I could remember and from the scribbled notes on me pad that I must have made during the night?

Bits of last night’s dreams I can recall:

Running about on gangways high above and hanging in the air over fields of coffins growing with people, thousands of people, running between the neat rows of coffins to find their own and standing next to them with arms outstretched and singing Frankie Vaughan’s ‘Don’t Stop Twist’… while a giant Stalin, pipe in mouth picked the people who had found their coffin up with a giant hooked-toothpick and ate them, then squashed that persons coffin and sprinkled the crushed remains of the coffin into his pipe… somewhere in the background was G W Bush laughing and clapping and giving Stalin some money and a medal each time a coffin was crushed?

I was falling down through the sky towards a river… Some people were in rowing boats and lifeboats with little fishing nets on bamboo canes to apparently catch me in their net and from somewhere anti-aircraft flak was bursting all around me. The bullets/shells seemed to turn into Polo peppermints and I wanted spearmints and was upset about this… never seemed to land anywhere?

I think I was being interviewed for something in a gigantic room with only the interviewer wearing a bowler hat and a pink jump suit, me, a desk and two chairs in the room and nothing else. All brilliant white walls, I could see out of the only window that the world was aflame – no idea who the interviewer was or why I was being interviewed…

Got the laptop on and started this diary.

Did some graphics and posts for Facebook.

WC. Took my medications with a drink of spring water, and made sure I was up in time for the Iceland delivery chappie twit 0900 > 1100hrs.

Took some bags out to the bins and moved them along with me neighbours to the side of the road for collection.

Sorted the long-life nibbles that I like giving to the hospice, haematology, GP and Chemist staff, all in date and okay now. Put some of ’em in a bag and added it to the bits for donating this morning.

Came across an old squeaky toy that I haven’t seen for years in the falling to bit writing bureau – anyone remember it? Or should I say her?

I’ve not been in there for years, she looks all grimy and dirty now – No don’t say it! Hehehe!

The bandage at the back had a sell-by-date of Nov 2006!

The Pan Book of Crosswords almost crumbled when I opened it.

After searching for where I’d left me newly bought yesterday super-warm Andy Cap that actually fitted me, I Got me things together and poddled out to walk to the Nottingham Hospice shop.

As I was on Mansfield Road I noticed the Ukrainian Cultural Centre had put up new security cameras and added the European flag to the Ukrainian one outside. Tried to photo the billboard but the sun was too strong on that side of the building.

They’ve done a nice job of doing the curtains in their flag colours.

As I walked away on up the road, the sun disappeared and it became gloomy, then five minutes along the road and it came out again?

A bit like it was yesterday, but without the rain I’m glad to say… well we did get a bit.

Then the first cyclist on the pavement of the day shot passed me and sped off.

I only just caught him in the photo before he turned right off the road – and I was using my old camera which is simpler and quicker to use. If I’d been using the new one I would not have had time to catch him at all.

When I got into Sherwood another git on a bike on the pavement drove at me! No chance to photograph the twerp – off he sped as well. Tsk!

Got to the Hospice shop and gave em me stuff with a few nibbles for them.

Came out and went over the pelican-crossing and down to the bus-stop to catch a bus to Arnold, where I hoped I might find Fultons Food shop had some of me favourite blackcurrant iced-lollies in stock. (They didn’t) Where a lady waiting in the queue informed me that my newly bought yesterday super-warm Andy Cap that actually fitted me had a label and price tag hanging from the back of it!

I did feel a fool, but couldn’t help laughing and telling her about Primark selling them at only £3. (Not that I needed to tell her, the £3 price ticker was huge!)

Ah-well…

So I had a walk around for a bit then caught a bus back into Nottingham City Centre.

As we drove through Sherwood I noticed the two regular every-day mobility scooters parked outside the Samuel Hall boozer.

One day they will have an accident coming out of there tipsy like I’m sure!

Dropped off the bus at Victoria shopping centre and crossed over to catch a Bulwell bus, again in hopes that I might find Fultons Food shop in Bulwell Market had some of me favourite blackcurrant iced-lollies in stock. (They didn’t either)

The old Victoria Train Station clock nice and regal in the sunshine and I took a photograph of it from the bus.

The passengers were of the shouting variety and one woman who was sat in the ‘Less-mobile-passengers seat was sat on the seat in the aisle side as opposed to the window seat and despite the bus being full with 5 passengers 3 of them elderly having to stand she would not move – totally ignoring their plight! On her mobile for the whole of her trip. Bitch!.

I hate that! I got quiet provoked and bothered. But it was as if we didn’t exist when we spoke to her? Drugs?

When I arrived in Bulwell I mad straight to the Fultons Food store, but as I’ve already said and just remembered saying so said it again, they had no lollies for me! Sob!

I took a good walk around the Bulwell Market that seemed better attended today than of late on my visits.

A stall immediately outside the Fultons store had some really cheapo ladies clothes at £5 a bash! ( $1.52 – AUD $1.84 – CAD $1.81) But not many of the locals were showing any interest – mind you there was a keerfuffle going on at Icelands store with the police removing with difficulty what I assumed was two shoplifters.

I had a walk in the Bulwell Market proper and the first stall I came to was selling what looked like specialist toys? Some old, all different especially the ‘Naughty’ dolls that I do not think ought to have been on sale for kids – mind you who his target demographic was I don’t know – but he didn’t like me taking the photograph I can tell yer!

There were no prices on any of the items on this stall?

I noticed there were a few mobility scooters lurking around again. One chap who had secreted himself behind the mobile doughnut van was having a crafty can of ale with his mate – but I saw him.

How, if you can’t drink and drive a road vehicle with too much alcohol in your bloodstream – is there no law about mobility scooter drivers drinking to excess?

And they do not have to have insurance by law – and they do not have to prove their ability by taking any tests at all before driving, not pavement tax either for them… Shut-up Inchcock! Okay.

One driver parked outside the Pound Shop while was watching and nipped into the shop at a rate of knots I wish I had the ability to copy.

As I turned to move back to the market for a final photograph how the cyclist on the pavement didn’t hit me I still can’t work out. Only just got the git in the photo I hurriedly took of the nasty unthinking selfish ignorant… of dear I’m getting all het-up again.

There is a stall on the market selling crap jewellery that now advertises ‘Cash for you Gold’, as if we don’t have enough shops doing that nowadays Tsk!.

I wandered down near the river Leen, but again the mallard ducks were absent?

Still the pigeons enjoyed their seeds.

I hobbled to the bus-station and caught one back to Carrington, I do love me free pensioners bus-pass yer know!

En-route the police were blues and twoing it towards the massive Tesco store. I thought I’d get a shot of them, but no they were long gone by the time I’d got me camera out and ready, so I just took a random shot form the bus window – then apologised for making the lady in front jump was the flash went off…

I must say the angina and Arthur Itis have behaved reasonably today up til now. Only the rumbling innards and cough bothering me at the moment. Well, the haemorrhoids too I suppose. but not complaining.

I noticed how the trees were bare as I passed them, but nature wins in the end, soon they will be spouting leaves and seeds to drop off and allow me to slip on them in the rain… only joking!

I noted that the cafe near the bus stop were advertising a Sausage Cob and a cup of tea or coffee for only £4.99.

£4.99! ($7.56) Blimey a bit steep that innit?

As I got off the bus in Carrington the sky suddenly brightened to the North so I took a photograph.

By the time I’d walked the few hundred yards to the end of my street – the gloom had returned. Tsk!

I got in attended the WC.

Had a gargle with TCP – gawd the smell of that annoys some people dunnit – hehehe!

Laptop on and a cuppa made. Of course the BT Internet was playing up – but I fooled into letting me get on the web.

I realised as I got ready to settle before eating and abluting I’d put on me old slippers that were too tight. The pain was the firs thing I noticed.

Then as I looked down I also realised both the slippers (I must take them to the charity shop ASAP) and the jammy bottoms were tartan.

Just thought I’d mention this – no idea why mind…

Notice the length of the trews? And that was with the top waistband pulled up to about 2 inches bellow me nipples!

Yes, I bought the wrong size.

The innards started rumbling again. Unpleasant.

Took my medications and tried to get to sleep.

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 13th January 2015

Woke up around 0250hrs.

Did my best to recall the dreams but nothing there?

Started laptop to get some work done on the third Zimmer Frame Squeaks post.

I got carried away with it I’m afraid, doing the graphics took ages, but I was into it and enjoying it – so much I forgot I was to go to the launderette today. Huh!

Here’s some of the graphics wot I dun and put in the post.

Zimmer Frame’s Inchcock – The End!

Well gone lunchtime when I realised about the laundry.

But I got the post done and posted.

Had a scrub-up and got the things ready to take to the Nottingham Hospice shop in Sherwood.

As I opened the door I was met with rain mixed with snow a-falling. I considered abandoning my little walk, but I needed bread and more importantly the goods had to get to the charity shop so I plodded on… as far as the end of the road when it dawned on me as the rain leaked in, that I had put me slippers back on and not me shoes!

Sad? Yes!

Back to the hovel put me shoes on and set out again.

I checked the time on me mobile and saw a missed call – it was from Big John me mate, so I called him and as he lives in Sherwood he said he’s see me at the Post Office in ten minutes.

We met at the pedestrian crossing near the Post Office and had a natter and I asked him if he could take a photo of me wearing me new glasses. He suggested I call at his house when I’d done at the Hospice shop.

The arthritis was bad this morning, but the angina a lot easier thankfully.

I called in the Polish shop to get some bread, then on up to the Nottingham Hospice shop, then over the road to the Holland & Barrett shop to get some Cod-liver oil and Vitmin B complex tablets. Plenty in stock now, just in case the promised storms do come.

The rain lessened and the wind dropped? Worrying that.

I called at Big Johns and he took a photo of me new glasses – cutting me head off nicely.

Another little natter, but I had to refuse his offer of a cuppa and sit-down due to Arthur Itis and me bladder. Hehe!

I noticed the clock had been repaired at the Fat Cat noshery and pub over the road.

I’ve never seen anyone going in there other than staff. The black car belongs to the owner Abdul.

I limped home slower than ever but arrived just before the rain got nasty.

WC’d and made a flask of tea to last me the night.

Made some sandwiches and started the laptop… and I can understand this being hard to believe – but the BT Internet Connection failed.

Gnash spurgle-clang damn!

Read me book for a while then tried again and it was back.

Started this diary then did some facebooking.

The rumbling innards began again… Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Saturday 10th January 2015 – Devilish Winds today!

The devilish winds in the title of this post refer to the ones that come with the weather as well as the ones that emit from my innards today! Tsk!

I woke around 0340 hrs this morning in urgent need of the porcelain department – the knees and ankles were not very keen to respond to my requirements to allow me to get up and visit the aforesaid porcelain! By the time they had painfully protested then permitted me get there (Just, and I mean only just in time!) I required a heavy duty visit as well. Huh!

I got me book to read, then realised how windy the weather was as well, the door blew open (I made a mental note to get a door-stop on me walk today), and I could even hear the gusts of wind without my hearing-aids in!

Started the laptop and made a cuppa and some microwave porridge that I bought yesterday, very nice too!

I can recommend the Golden Syrup flavoured one.

Another cuppa and took me medications and applied me creams and gels.

Wedged the door shut with cardboard, but the wind kept on bowing it open… oh dear.

Did some graphics and facebooking and blogging in between closing the door again and again with me ‘Reacher-grabber-picker-stick’ as it blew open. I got well fed-up with this. I arose and went through me beatification process… well had a wash and shave and got me clean togs on in readiness for me walk into town. Which I could tell from me knees and ankles was not going to as pleasant as normally is it. Tsk.

Set off on me walk into Nottingham from Carrington and despite it being obvious how strong the wind was, still thought ‘Cor blimey’ or words of a similar nature when I turned the corner into the wind.

I proceeded along Mansfield Road and at the traffic island junction tried to take a photo that showed the trees bending and leaves blowing about.

It didn’t come out like I’d hoped. I wonder if I should ask Timothy Price or Paul Militaru for some tips as they are brilliant photographers – don’t tell them I said so though. Hehe!

Onward up the hill near where I spotted yesterdays Nottingham Street Art, the police had pulled a bloke over in the Bus-lane and started to cause a bit of a traffic jam.

Annoying when you don’t now why isn’t it? It wasn’t a traffic-police car. Then as I hobbled over the road so I could call at about the last independent hardware store in Nottingham to get me door-stop (I was amazed at the time that I’d remembered) two other police vehicles joined them?

I poddled down the other side of the hill and was belted in the face with leaves swirling along with the nasty but not cold gusts of wind.

Not many folk about for a Saturday, but then again – many would have a lot more sense that wot I do and not go out in the winds unless they really had to?

Got to hardware store and bought a door-stop, and an Italian made Thermos flask.

Then carried on into town and had a jolly good but often difficult walk around the streets.

As I hobbled through Trinity Square I noticed yet again, especially at it was lunchtime that the restaurants and cafes there were not doing a very good trade at all. Winds?

Can we expect them to go bankrupt any time now?

Mind you thinking about it I suppose they do their best trade at night-time when most of their customers are under the influence and would not notice the food or prices or they were being charge for it.

One of them was offering Steamed mussels with egg-white and herbs for £15.99 ($24.25) a portion.

A bit steep that I thought or am I out of touch?

As I got to the bottom of Kings Walk there is a jewellery store an in their window were two things that really caught me eye.

The first being a display of mechanically operated polar bears that nodded their heads next to a display of rings – and I was not the only person interested and fascinated by it, to Asian girls were taking a picture of each other next the bears, and I offered to take one of both of them and they were tickled pink. Using their camera like. I think they were from Korea but they were a tad hard to understand – but wherever they were from they spoke a damned more English than did of their language, it was me hearing in the wind that was the problem.

Hope they enjoy their visit to Robin Hood land bless them.

Further along in the same window was a mask next to some ladies necklaces and gems.

I’ve no idea where it was from or what it was but found it adorable and a nice addition to the display.

The necklace on the red rostrum thingamajig was on offer at only £899 ($1364.49). Just thought I’d mention it like.

I plodded on and caught a bus back to Carrington – boy how I appreciate the Senior Citizens free-bus-pass. Someone on the bus was talking about the Government thinking of stopping them? I’ll have to look that up later see if they were right or not – a bit worrying that.

I dropped off at Lidls store to get a couple of cobs and a pork pie.

They were very busy but I was in no particular rush.

And they still retailing the medium Pork Farms Pies at 99p ($1.52) each! Excellent value, it makes it worth taking the risk of being sneered at, mocked and short changed at Lidl’s.

Got Cox’ apples and two of their Cheese Twists instead of cobs – they look and smells nice anyway.

I walked back to the dump feeding a pigeons on the way.

Got in and WC’d, put me bits away and cleaned the new flask and filled it with tea.

Then went up with it for later and tried me new plastic door stop on the door – that’s stopped the bugger blowing open now. Hehe gorrit!

As a descended the stairs to turn on the most unreliable internet known to mankind (BT by the way – perhaps I’ve mentioned that before? Grrr. Hehehe), me right ankle twinged and has left me with a pronounced new limp.

Ah well, they say variety is the spice of life.

Going to have half the pie and the cheese twists with a bag of Marmite crisps followed by an apple and iced lolly later. Gordon Ramsay would be jealous I’m sure. Hehe!

WC’d

Took me medications and did some Facebooking for a while.

Filled the flask with tea and attacked me nosh – nice!

Couldn’t find me book to read – I hope I didn’t leave it on the bus.

Weariness dawned upon me and I tried to get into the land of nod – repeatedly waking up every few minutes it seemed all through the night. Mega Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Fri 9th Jan 2015 – Feeling rough!

Took me ages to get off to kip last night… or I should say this morning, think I got off around 0030hrs then sprang awake at 0315hrs… a-coughing and a a-sneezing with rumbling innards.

But bits of a dream had stayed with me. I’m losing them as I type so I’ll get em down now while I can if yer don’t mind.

Different women who in the dream I thought I knew but could not put a name too – Many of them were telling me off – in a factory or shop with many many rooms and passages – I had to find something for them but couldn’t and they did not like that – Old washing house in the basement? – giant tablets with legs following me – then on giant cargo ship again… lost – being chased again to have my nappy changed, giant pin the size of a coat hanger? In a life-boat with Albert Einstein, we were both enjoying smoking a pipe, I even knew the baccy was Erinmore Mixture?

No… the rest has gone now. Tsk!

Got up and dizzies again, tried WC – no action? Knees bad despite the extra gel I put on last night. Might not be a good day again fer me today?

Determined to get out later for a bit of walk and take some photos if possible.

Started this diary made cuppa and took me medications between sneezes coughs and passings of wind from various orifices.

Did a bit of Facebooking, but very hard to concentrate.

WC – haemorrhoids bleeding now – what next? (Double Tsk!).

Read a bit more of me book. Then titivated myself ready for me walk to town later.

As I set off the rain was slight but the wind heavy (weather-wise and medically speaking).

As I struggled up Mansfield Road near the cemetery near to where I have come across the Specialist Nottingham Street artists work many times in the past, some irk or irks had forced open what I think was a telephone connection box and rearranged many of the wires plugs etc . Looking at the photo now maybe it was not a telephone connection box? All I know is they made a decent job of the malicious re-wiring of it. (Tsk, little monkeys!)

The rain stopped and the sun came out to pay. (It didn’t fool me though I knew it’d be back).

Limped through Vic centre called in Tesco for me bread and plodded on and being lunchtime I expected to see the expensive outdoor seating cafes to be doing well now the weather had temporarily cheered up like. But not a single customer in any of them?

The drizzle started again as I hobbled to Broad marsh Shopping Centre and visited the 99p shop, where I got some stuff for the nurses on Monday. As I walked out of there I poddled into the Poundland shop on the lower floor to get some cheap tea-spoons… now there is mysterious thing… how do I keep losing and replacing me tea-spoons all the time and never find those disappeared ones again? It’s the same with me socks yer know? Oh, got some of them at two pair for a quid too.

Oh, and they were selling ‘comfort Bras for the ladies at Two-for-a-quid as well?

I went to have a look at the DVD sale shop but nothing interested me there… well there was a rather chunky lady unknowingly flashing a bit of bare skin in my direction… but ? I digress.

I got a couple of odd looks from the staff as I photographed the bra stand. Hehe!

A bit further along I saw some ladies watches in a window and took a photo so the female bloggers and TFZ gals can pick out a favourite one for me to buy it for em when I win the lottery big like. I’m not sure how I’m going to without remembering to buy a ticket though.

As I came out of the mall the rain was still holding off – for about 100 yards.

As I was discreetly dropping some seeds to the pigeons it pouted down, so I ducked into the Primark shop and camera in hand had a walk about while sheltering from the downpour.

I took no end of photos for the TFZ gals to pick fault at, desire and comment on Facebook about, I hope.

I purchased some more of the long sleeve thick tea-shirts and two jammy-bottoms on offer down to £3 each that looked nice and warm to wear. The arthritis was bad at this point but the angina ulcer and coughing had eased.

I departed the store and walked up Clinton Street in the now light drizzle just in time to spot some Constables (CPO’s) tackling one of the famous Nottingham shoplifters. It takes more than a bit of rain to put them off yer know!

I went around the corner with my me once again heavy bags to the bus-stop… the right word here – the buses had stopped.

Coudn’t see any reason but it was ages before the bus arrived late naturally and with the pleasant peasants of Nottingham moaning groaning and grunting I got on the bus. (Hehe!) The gal with the reddish hair let vent vehemently I can tell yer. I felt a tad sorry for the poor old driver.

As I got off the bus and was walking towards my street I noticed someone had an English flag mounted on his car ariel.

A bit brave that around here I thought.

Not many folk around either… ah, they’ll be picking up their apprentice muggers from school I thought.

When I got in the bomb-site and WC’d I found a letter from the Dentist reminding of the appointment on the 21st January and the £55 charge if I fail to attend. Bless them.

Made a cuppa and got this diary started.

WC.

The knees were well worn and I felt suddenly weary, but the upheaval in the innards was much better.

I must remember to take the things down for the Nottingham Hospice shop in the morning.

I’m certain there is something else I have to do as well… but…

Had steak in gravy and instant cheesey-potatoes tonight, followed by iced lollies and Raspberry ripple mousse, digested while listening to the howling-wind and creaking bones when I moved to the WC frequently through out the night.

I think I might just be getting a little old now?.

Inchcock Today: Thursday 8th January 2014

Woke up for WC usage and recalled some bits of dreams I’d had – made notes.

0315 hrs: Up WC – feeling a bit giddy, got up and had a dizzy (Oh, that almost rhymes). Not a portent for the day hope.

Started the laptop made a cuppa and started this diary.

The dream/s:

Note 1: At T-Junction traffic lights – me crossing the road and three lanes of waiting traffic, as I walked across the lanes of traffic went from three lanes into eight or nine?

Couldn’t get across as the distance increased, lights changes traffic crawling slowly toward me – the drivers had no faces.

Recognised vehicles, all old, Hillman Humber, Singer Gazelle, American Jeep, Austin ambulance and Austin A40?

These turned into giant Dinky toy models and they all stopped moving?

I was suddenly on Mansfield Road in Sherwood Nottingham, picking up dead meat flies in the middle of the road?

Note 2: Locked in a room – couldn’t get out, plastic forks? Giant hands trying to grab me from above as I ran around the room hiding behind a massive frozen chicken – gave up and grabbed a finger of one hand and it exploded? – Being told off by a woman who poked me in the eye with her finger?

Ah well.

WC’d: realised the haemorrhoids were bleeding. cleaned missen and applied me creams. Arthur Itis not as bad at the moment as it has been. Angina lingering a bit still. Pain gelled me knees.

Bad dizzy-spells came on, doddery on feet now… decided not to go out at all today.

WC.

Rumbling innards coughing and a-sneezing.

Shortest diary ever?