Inchcock Today – Fri 14 June 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops! – Bit of long one, sorry!

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2019 June 14

Friday 14th June 2019

Azerbaijani: Cümə günü 14 İyun 2019

00:35hrs. I woke, full of the joys of spring, happy, gay, bright, and ready for anything the world would throw at me… No, I mustn’t lie! I woke in a right-grumpy mood with life and its pain, eccentricities, dishonesty, fraudulence, unethicalness, inequity, unjustness, bigotry, crime, iniquity, dishonorableness, discrimination, inequality, prejudice, unlawfulness, unreasonableness, villainy, crookedness, deceitfulness,  bullying, underhandedness, callousness and its greedy, voracious, intemperate, self-indulgent, grasping, venal, cupidinous, materialistic, predatory, money-grabbing, pleonectic ways! Our, so-called leaders, (dubious, dishonest, dauntless and deleterious), utterly driven and ridden with their money-grabbing, ingurgitate, and usufruct desires for self-gain and personal wealth and notoriety!

WD 128. 0.128 3 2019 June 3aLuckily, my mood was soon changed as the urgent need for a wee-wee arrived. Off to the wet room. Which, unfortunately, took a little longer than I would have been comfortable with. The freeing of my becoming gargantuan-again torso from the £300, c1968, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured rickety recliner chair, was hampered by several things this morning. Arthur Itis was revisiting both of the knees, the axonotmesis and the peripheral neuropathy had got the right-hand fingers, arm and shoulder doing their involuntary hokey-cokey dance routine (but only for a minute or two, then things settled down), and I stubbed the already well-stubbed toe against the Ottoman! I may have uttered a few words of discontent under my breath, like, “Oh blow it!” or “Fancy that!”

WD 128. 0.128 3 2Tue15eBy the time I had got to the wet room, I also needed the Porcelain Throne. And what a messy evacuation I had to cope with. I had to spend what seemed an endless time, cleaning things and myself up afterwards! During which, the brain decided that either the Senna tablets had suddenly started working after weeks of failure – or, most likely, the copious amount of fresh pod peas I had eaten with last nights Cheesy potatoes, flavour rated 9.55/10 meal, had got things moving again? My money is on the amazingly tasty pod peas. Hehe!

I returned to the utility (front) room. (The computer office, bedroom, Emergency Wee-wee grey bucket storage area, Camera-charging unit, Having a Stroke in, sock-glide usage area, dining room, Vacuum cleaner storage and maintenance garage, Dropped and lost items never seen again storage area, and already stubbed, toe stubbable area facilitated surgery. Hahaha!) Had a look on the TFZer Facebook, but not for long.

WD 128. 0.128 3 A clattering noise from somewhere close by was heard? It must have been load, cause I heard it without my hearing aids in. Not that there is any point in putting them in, mind. I am still waiting to go to the clinic to have new ear-inserts measured. That will be in two weeks, I think the appointment is. Then a five or six weeks wait for them to be made, then a long wait I suppose again for another 5Fri002meeting to have them fitted?

Back to the diary; A decent look around revealed nothing by way of an explanation for the noise?

So while in the kitchen, I got the Anya potatoes in the crock-pot. I’m planning on having them cold later, so cooking them early will do no harm, I hope, at least.

5Fri001I took a picture through the unwanted, thick-framed, multi-glass windows to clean that cannot be reached, that prevent me from taking photographs of out and down, due to the ledge being too high. However, if I am in a suicidal mood, the step-ladders can be mounted and then I can hang outside to see if any fire engines are on site when a fire alarm activates, that I cannot hear anyway, goes off. It needed saying!

If I should snuff-it in 1a fire here, or fall out of the window, please ask for any compensation I might be due, for breach of care, goes to the RSPCA, thank you. Oh, and you’d better warn anyone who thinks about using my spare parts for others, about the Metal Mickey ticker. The bullet pellets still in the arm, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Prostate Pete, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Hernia Harry, Axonotmesis Alan, Peripheral Neuropathy Nigel, Sid the Stroke, Craigs Cramps, Leslie’s leg ulcer, Wally’s Water Retention, Duodenal Donald’s ulcer, Dave’s almost Deaf Earholes, Haemorrhoid Harold, Cathy’s Cataracts…

Nae! Please, just tell them not to bother! Hahaha!

At last, I made a start on the updating of the Thursday post. The dancing fingers had eased off, so I got it done a little quicker than expected, which was encouraging for once. Posted it off.

Got the morning medications were taken, and the health checks were done. The results were not as good as they have been of late, but not too bad at all, I reckon Sys 166, Dia 66, Pulse 92, and Temperature 36°c.

A mug of tea then checked on the potatoes and got on with starting this blog off.

I went on the WordPress Reader section next.

Then onto TFZer Facebooking.

I checked on the Anya potatoes in the crock-pot again. They are still hard, after over four hours on a high setting! I don’t want to quodlibetificate, but surely this can’t be right?

My aboulomania is rife and ripe this morning. With the Physio nurse coming to give me a workout this morning, I am concerned about getting out to the shops for some large potatoes for Josie’s meal-treat tomorrow. If she comes late, I will be in a pickle. I wish I could manage not to worry about this, its not the end of the world. Yet quisquousness and fretting, I do. Poor old thing!

I put the computer to sleep and we5Fri007nt off to get the ablutions sorted out. I realised as I was washing the used cup up, I had not done the hand-washing yet, so set about getting the t-shirt and socks in the bowl and cleaned and left them soaking while I got the teggies, shave and shower tended to. I took my time and used the shower-seat today. It felt so unnatural. Got dressed and had another search for the mysteriously disappeared sample return envelope – it must have gotten thrown away by mistake?

All refreshed, I got the hand-washing rinsed well, wrung-out as best I could, and hung up the shirt on a hanger to drip dry. I put the socks on the flat airer.

I was doing well this Friday, no Whoopsies had stopped coming, and I was feeling better in myself overall.

WD 128. 0.128 3 The phone rang, and it was a lady from the Doctors surgery. Apparently, I had not answered her last Email. So, well told off, she told me to send an email telling them I had received the dosages, which she then gave me verbally. But I was a little confused by them, they were as I wrote them down as she spoke: Today 0 – Mon 1 – Tue 1½ – Wed  1½ – Thur 1½ – Fri 1 – Sat 1½ – Sunday 1½?

5Fri007aWD 128. 0.128 3 I managed with and with complete ease, showing my ineptitude and stupidity, to scold a finger on the right-hand (It had to be that hand with the Peripheral neuralgia of course!) while making a mug of tea.

The pleasant Stroke Physio lady arrived and was kind to me, and we had a little chinwag. A limited range of exercises, and off, she trotted to her next patient. It was 10:26hrs, so obviously I was going to miss the 10:30hrs bus down the hill. So I decided to take some photographs from the balcony, then set off on foot to the Chemists to find out when the prescriptions were due for delivery.

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WD 128. 0.128 3 I got in a bit of a state rushing around getting ready. Eventually, I departed, with the shoulder bag and the three-wheeled trolley, in case the medications were ready to collect, but I don’t th5Fri007bink they will be. It’s just the beta-blockers that I am short of. Confusion-Mode-Continuing!

I took some black bags to the rubbish chute on the way out.

I was soon trying to avoid the rain puddles along Chestnut Way.

To the end of the way and right down Winchester Street. A bit of a struggle, as usual, to get by the pavement parked vehicles, thus situated to make room for the L9 bus to get through.

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I had to go around in the end, onto the road, the danged trolley nearly tipped over. Still, after two-years of contractors vehicles parked on the pavement, and the prospect of it continuing until the end of next November, I’ve got used to it, now.

5Fri12No altercations on the way down and onto Mansfield Road, and left towards Carrington.

At least the rain had stopped, and it wasn’t cold at all.

WD 128. 0.128 3 A little further on, a Pavement Cyclist shot out of an entrance on the left, and all but had me over!

I crossed over the road to be on the Chemists side and continued up the hill.

5Fri09I noticed at the bus stop as I hobbled by, the Subway franchise was advertising Vegan Your Way on the boarding. It had a disclaimer showing in tiny letters at the bottom of the advert; ‘Subway Your Way products may have come into contact with none-vegan and meat products during the preparation.’ Gawd, they have to cover themselves nowadays to avoid being prosecuted, I suppose?

WD 128. 0.128 35Fri11 A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was going up the hill. I’m not sure that this ignorant, bullying, uncaring, anti-social excuse for a human being was not the same one that hit me last February as I limped along the same bit of road coming home from the surgery?

But he had decent legs, Hehehe!

5Fri014Over the crest and down into Carrington.

At the smelly rubbish-bin point, I saw the Nottingham City Council had placed a large tub of flowers.

A good job we have Labour in charge, or I wouldn’t have a home, and flowers like this beauty to admire. No idea what it is, but it had braved the cigarette nubs, empty beer cans, and 5Fri015bottles that had been thrown in the bin! With the rubbish cage and bins right next to it, I could not understand why people had used the flower bed and not the supplied boxes to rid themselves of their waste?

Then realised, of course, that earth’s tellurians are to blame.

Mankind is doomed!

5Fri016WD 128. 0.128 3 The next few hundred yards, there was so many Pavement Cyclist that I could not picture anywhere near all of them. 

The bottom one was coasting downhill at such a rate of knots, he came from behind. I didn’t expect him to come, so suddenly and close to me as he shot by.

WD 128. 0.128 3 The force of the wind he created was so strong, I called something nasty to him, that questioned his parentage! But he could not hear me. Probably just as well, or he might have got off and knocked-hell out of me. Hehe!

WD 128. 0.128 3 I got to the Carrington Pharmacy. Where I was told that I had a two-months supply of prescriptions collected by a nurse, and there was definitely a sufficient supply of Bisoprolol. The next is to arrive in July. Again, no date was given, it never it by them! This caused me some concern, and I mentioned that I have only five tablets left? He told me to ask my Doctor if I needed extra. I’m afraid that seeing my Doctor usually takes two to three weeks. He gave me some Furesomide tablets from 30th May? The different nurses have been dealing with the prescriptions and medicines for me, and to be honest, I’m just confused altogether now. I explained how things were with me now, and struggle for logicality and frustration abounds. At least I think I said it, but there was no reaction, it was as if I hadn’t spoken at all. Did I imagine talking? I was downhearted and told him: “Not to worry, I’ll do without!” Boy, I was pissed off! I walked out.

WD 128. 0.128 3 After going twelve weeks without the toenails being cut, due to being hospitalised, it took me three more weeks to get the doctor to arrange a referral for a paediatrician to examine the feet and to cut the toenails. Two weeks later, I got the appointment at the Sherwood Health Centre, for a meeting in another two week’s time! “Depressed, Pissed-Off and Had Enough Mode Adopted!”

WD 128. 0.128 3 I foolishy called in the Lidl store. Shopping is a kind of therapy to me, a costly one! I got to the self-serve checkouts with, Rocky bars, Caramel bars for the Social Hour Nibbles that I can no longer attend? Frozen potato cubes, and some baking potatoes and Tuna lumps in water, for Josie’s Saturday nosh. 

5Fri017WD 128. 0.128 3 As I came out from the store, feeling a mixture of frustration at the medications having gone wrong, and needing to be sorted, and pure hatred when I saw two Nottinghamian scumbag Pavement Cyclists weave their bullying way through some people, and go by the bus stop. Swine!

At least the timing was not too bad this time. I had about forty minutes to get to Sherwood to connect with the L9 bus back home up the hill.

WD 128. 0.128 3 I joined the lugubrious looking passengers waiting for a bus in the shelter. They were all uncommunicative when I offered a smile and said ‘Good Morning’ to them. Oh dear! 

The bus was in Sherwood within a few minutes, and I got off at the Post Office shop.

I crossed the road and had plenty of time to call in the Oxfam, and then the Mind charity shops for a poke around.

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It said a lot for humankind, my finding both shops cram-packed with potential customers. I didn’t buy anything from either shop. But I enjoyed watching the obviously, ‘after-money-making’ merchants. One man and woman had books and catalogues with them, one from John Pye Auction House. I could almost see mucous secretion dribbling 5Fri018out of the woman’s lips as she looked carefully and excitedly at an old tea set in a cabinet – followed by Hubby consulting one of his books, and the utter dejection on both of their faces that followed… I assumed he had found out the tea service was not worth much, after all! Hahaha! I almost felt sorry for them, until I remembered they were just two more of the ever-growing number of Line one’s pockets, have one’s ship come in, make a pretty penny, laugh 5Fri013all the way to the bank, strike it lucky, make a fortune folk, out for something for nothing. But, I am not interested in riches, affluence, opulence or prosperity. Surely proof of my insanity? Hehe!

I exited and made my way up the hill towards the bus shelter. Noticing this new sign on Mansfield Road as I hobble along.

I was the only person at the bus stop, and the pain from the foot and toes was sufficient to make me sit-down. Something I usually avoid due to Arthur Itis playing up when I have to stand again. Several other buses passed, a few dropping off, but no one got on any of them? Suddenly, it was as if a football match had just ended, and a mass of people turned up at the shelter.

5Fri019But none from the flats. When the L9 arrived, I was the only person who got on. I was soon back at Windwood Heights.

The place was almost deserted. No signs of any workmen at all. Although there were signs of their activities along Chestnut Way.

The puddles had drained away while I was out on my walk (hobble, then).

5Fri019aMore signs of the workmen’s activities as I got inside and to the lift foyer.

They had been working on the cut-through passageway to the new block and what will be eventually, the location of the Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden’s new HQ, roof garden, new extra care flats, paediatrician, hairdressers and new reprimanding Inchcock cell. Haha!

I was utterly drained, shattered. All the walking, and the medications farce etc. had done for me. I had an unexpected LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-Wee) and got the meal cooking.

5Fri20I was ready to fall asleep while I was standing up. This bothered me a tad?

I got the food prepared after a while, an tucked into it, but could not eat it all. I put this down to how I felt, burnt-out, zonked, fagged-out, weak, almost narcoleptic!

I managed to do the washing of the pots and put the TV on, Rumpole of the Baily to watch, (but I just knew this would not happen) and fell on the £300 second-hand, c1968, rusty recliner and almost immediately fell asleep.

WD 128. 0.128 3 I was sickened when the landline rang, and the light flashed! At first, I thought of ignoring it altogether. Then thinking it might be the Chemist or Chiropodist, I rushed best as I could to answer it before they rang off…

I made it in time, amazingly it was Siste Jane, and the heart-stopped a second as I began to expect bad news, she would not ring this late knowing my sleep pattern unless it was. Thankfully, it was not bad news. Phew! She had sent me an email. I’m not sure if anything else was said or arranged though, my still being sleepy-eyed. Just glad it was not bad news!

WD 128. 0.128 3 Then, as I returned confused to the £300 second-hand rickety-recliner, that looked oh, so appealing, I stubbed the damned already stubbed six times toe this week, again! Seven times now!  So, tired as I still was, the pain… nae, the agony kept me awake for a while. As it eased off, I got back to sleep. Ahh!

Inchcock Today – Sat 30 Mar 2019: Repeated Porcelain Throne visits – all day long. Tsk!

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2019 Mar 30

Saturday 30th March 2019

שבת 30 מערץ 2019Yiddish

01:15hrs. I woke with the occasion implosion – followed an explosion, from within the catacombs of my innards. “Ah, I thought, at last, a possible successful evacuation is building up. I felt quite smug at my ploy of having the chilli meal last night, in support of the many failed Senna tablets! I slowly began to move the joints and limbs of my overly-stomach-burdened body. Anny Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Kidneys Kevin and so on; all seemed in a good mood with me!

A cracking rumble from the innards, encourage me to evacuate the rickety, now working again £300, ci 1968 second-hand recliner with all the haste I could muster! Off to the wet room, and onto the Porcelain Throne.

2016-06-14 11.28.23WD 0.100.255 Porcelain Throne Acitivites: *(Things are told on the following sections, just how they were. If you are disinclined to read of such activities, please move down to the photo of the sphygmomanometer, thank you).

Things began to move, as soon as I sat down. But, so slowly and painfully. I’ve often referred to such evacuation contents as torpedo-like in the past. This morning’s agony-ridden description would be Submarine-like! How my five-foot long canal from the end of the small intestines to my rear-end evacuation point the last part of the digestive system stayed undamaged amazed me. How it was not torn-open, and how such a mass of that size got through my tubes, I just don’t know!

After I had recovered from the shock and suffering, another thing puzzled me; How the heck did the plumbing manage to get all that down to the sewers?  The best part of the whole episode was that I did not see a single speck of blood anywhere during or after the procedure. I was a bit nervous after cleaning up and going to make a mug of tea, as I found that wind was escaping of its own accord, for several minutes. I assumed this was my innards, either celebrating getting rid of or preparing for the next dollop brewing up. Hehehe! 

6Sat02* Got the Health Checks done.

Sys 138, Dia 68, Pulse 86 and Temperature 34.5°, all looking good methinks.

I got the computer on and started on this blog creation. Made up the days Thought Graphic, and had a DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) wee-wee. With sharp involuntary bursts of what sounded like a two-stroke engine from the rear-end, bursting forth, and painful they all were too!

I got far as here on this page and realised I had not updated yesterday’s blog yet, let alone sent it off. So, I got in with doing that. Klutz!

WD 0.100.255 *(Things are told in the following paragraph, just how they were. If you are hesitant to read of such activities, please move down to the next section, thank you). This did not last long, for another Porcelain Throne visit was demanded! This evacuation was nowhere near as painful as the first one, thank heavens. But it did start Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding and stinging badly. The volume was much less but messier.  It took an inordinately long time to clean up afterwards.

04:15hrs, I finally got the Friday blog finished and sent off to WordPress. Phew! 

WD 0.100.255 Things were beginning to get active still. The unstoppable aromaless ‘phut-phut-eeck’ winds were escaping with worrying regularity. The innards are now contumacious and bubbling. They are really going to work on giving me some discomfort! I don’t want to sound like an alter-cocker, but several areas of my insides, seem to become more active and harmful, at the same time? And the wee-wees are starting again, albeit they are of the DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) style wee-wee.

2016-06-14 11.28.23I suppose I should have expected some discomfort, pains, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops like this to arrive this morning. After over 44hrs without a Porcelain Visit. The fun and pleasure of Sister Jane and Pete visiting me yesterday, and the good night’s sleep. With my luck and record, it is no surprise to me that with my terrible ill-fated fortuity, there is always the expectancy of a cataclysm, calamity, affliction, catastrophe and or disaster around the corner to suffer. No doubt, they were divined and retributed for me by the Greek Goddess of lousy luck, Tyche, bless her. In repayment of my recent bit of good luck, (For one-and-a-half hours yesterday; Jane & Pete’s visit) and as a lesson for me not to get expectant or hopeful of anything nice, prosperousness or pleasant happening to me, really. ‘Self-Pity and Sorry-for-Myself mode engaged. Hehehe!

6Sat03I went to make a brew of tea, and to take the belated medications that I forgot to eat earlier. (Twit!) I had an extra Omeprazole and Ramipril, to try and calm down the innards and Duodenal Donald who’d started to kick-off as well! Fed-Up Mode increased to Defcon 3, Haha!

I took a photograph from the unwanted, impossible to access to clean, hard to open and close, light & view-blocking new windows. I took this in response to my hearing that whining noise again. I thought I might see something outside that might have been the source of the humming sound. But no.

I got back doing this post. The winds still involuntarily coming from the rear, got more frequent, until minutes after I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time!

WD 0.100.255 I far easier passage this time, although it left me feeling more sorer in the rear quarters. And, Harolds Haemorrhoids did not bleed. So that was good.

I went on the WordPress reader page. Then onto Facebook.

6Sat01 I stopped and bravely, I thought, had a bash at trying to cut the worst of my toenails.

No wonder I thought I was having difficulties in keeping my balance. I discovered that the left leg was more fluid-filled and puffy than the right one! Hehehe!

WD 0.100.255 I only managed to cut the two big nails. It was physically impossible for me to do any more, because of the pain. Hey-ho!

I decided it was time for some breakfast. Cornflakes. Had another DTAAD wee-wee.

WD 0.100.255 Utter fatigue came over me, I tried to sort some cupboards out in the kitchen to try and pull myself out of the sudden mental and physical collapse. I did well for half-an-hour, or so, then Anne Gyna kicked off, and I stopped. Sat down and put on a Dr Who DVD, nodded off for a few minutes, and woke up in need of yet another Porcelain Throne visit! These trips are leaving me very sore in certain areas now! Humph! Where it was all coming from, remains a mystery, but it had changed to the messy variety now, and cleaning up afterwards at least helped concentrate the vagueness and disinterest of the mind.

6Sat26aWhile I was up, I got the dinner sorted out. I deliberately made a small portioned one. Sicilian tomatoes, Melton pork pie and a handful of chips, a few slices of the Milk Roll loaf, and a small pot of lemon yoghourt.

I ate it all, but it took a while, as for some reason I was finding it hard to swallow. So I made sure I masticated the food as well as I could with my shortage of teeth. Hehe! I still enjoyed it, though, a flavour rating of 8.2/10 was granted.

A check on the state of the pins (legs), revealed knobbly shins and some new speckly-spots and blood papsules on the anaemic looking limbs. Hey-ho!

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WD 0.100.255 Fell asleep for a while, and was woken with Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna both going at it, creating discomfort for me. I took a few good swigs of the inefficient, ineffective, inefficacious, inadequate, feeble prescription medicine, to try and calm thing down inside, along with the usual medications.

As I was settling back down in the £300, second-hand ci1968 recliner, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Cleaned up afterwards again, and returned to the recliner with a stingy, sore tender rear-end! I put some Germolene on specific areas.

I got things in as comfortable a position as was possible, to alleviate the haemorrhoid pains, and had to get up again for another DTAAD wee-wee!

I think I watched some more of the DVD in between many dropping-off to sleep periods, varying from a minute to ten or so.

A very concerned and truly wee’d off Nottingham pensioner finally drifted into a demented dream-filled kip! Tsk!

Inchcock – Saturday 2nd March 2019: Bad start to the day. A xenizational walk around the City Centre, did the ailments no good at all! Humph!

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2019 Mar 02

Saturday 2nd March 2019

Croatian: Subota, 2. ožujka 2019

01:05hrs. I had an attack of clinomania this morning. Oh boy, there was no way I wanted to wake up, let alone get out of the £300 ci. 1968, second-hand rickety recliner in which I was spreadeagled, half-in, half-out of! I retrieved my right leg from the Ottoman, not easy, but I managed it.

WD 0.0.128a Then, I spotted many signs of guilty-nocturnal-nibbling having taken place around me. A jelly-baby resting in the folds of my stomach, an empty Marmite crisp packet in my right arm-pit, and a spilt tub of Marmite biscuits on the floor. Self-disgust, shame and culpability mode Adopted! I wanted to show and feel apanthropinisation, in an effort assuage the guilt and self-loathing, but my usual lack of confidence, insecurity, self-doubt, and I timidity felt compelled, to launch a mind-attack at my actions inwardly.

WD 0.0.128a The need for me to use the EGPWWB (Emergency-grey-plastic-wee-wee-bucket), ended up with me treading on a pen and breaking it, causing a welt on my foot as I was en route to the bin.

WD 0.0.128a This first wee-wee of the day was of the LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) variety. This meant I had a long, painful job of cleaning, tidying the room, medicating Little Inchies bleeding lesion to tackle. But, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda stopped me doing the cleaning, as bending was too arduous for me. I tried my best, but Anne Gyna then joined in with giving me grief, and I gave up trying to clean the place at all. It was far too early to use the vacuum, due to the noise disturbing my neighbours.

So annoying, my waking up each day in such a different physical state with the ailments! Moan over. Hehe!

I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications.

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Ah, the first signs of the day improving already! The Sys had come down again compared to yesterday.

WD 0.0.128a Back to the Whoopsies! I went to use the Porcelain Throne. What a messy affair and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding again too! I cleaned things and myself up and doctored the lesion with the Daktacort ointment this time. It is a little stronger, with miconazole nitrate in it, than the other cream. I was very sore after applying this and the Haemorrhoid Harold cream. Now, I had burning and stinging at the same time. Hey-ho!

Washed up and made a mug of the Glengettie tea, and put the computer on to update the Friday post. Got it finished and posted it off to WordPress.

Wee-wee’d, back to the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wees) again now.

I made a start on this blog for several hours. Then went on Facebooking.

WD 0.0.128a Then I got some corn flakes, a mug of tea and a lemon yoghourt for brekkers. But the yoghourt fell off of the tray when I was taking the breakfast back to the computer. The pot burst open and joined the mess already on the carpet from the nocturnal nibbling crumbs that still need cleaning up. Oh, and the NCH plumbers mess from their shoes have not been sorted out yet. Depressed-Mode-Adopted!

08:00hrs. I readied things to get the ablutions tended to, and off to the wet room. The first thing I did was to pick up the bits of soil, grass and grit that had been deposited on the wet room floor when having the shower-head replaced.

6Sat06WD 0.0.128a Then I begrudgingly mopped up. The new shower head came in handy for rinsing away the water afterwards. By now, Anne Gyna and Kidney Ache Kevin had both increased their stabbing pains. But Arthur Itis was amazingly calm?

I had a good shave, did the teggies and got under the new shower-head. I medicated the fungal lesion and put some Germolene on the hand where I burnt it on the kettle yesterday.

6Sat07Then dried-well and applied some Haemorrhoid cream. Got the new PPs and clothes on, and made a check of the pins (legs).

There was still an imbalance to the fluid content, and a new black papsule seemed to be coming up on the knee cap area. Just a few more spider-veins on the lower leg today.

I went to make a small mug of tea.

I heard new sounds from somewhere, they were not bothering me at all. Just that I could not identify where they were originating from, nor what was making them. I pondered for a while on how to explain what they sounded like, on this post. I end ended up with this: “Kerchunker, Brr, Brr, Kerchunker, Whine, Thud”, a few times, but they didn’t last long? Hehehe!

I got the black bags (five!) of rubbish made up from the bins and the recycling one just being closed, I realised that if I was to catch the bus into town to do my photo-shoot, I had to get a move one sharpish!

6Sat08WD 0.0.128a So I abandoned doing the bags, checked around, but could not find my wristwatch anywhere? Scrabbled about and got myself out and into the lift. Which topped on the tenth and eighth floors with no one waiting?

I took this shot of the front of the complex when I got to the bus stop. Where a lady was waiting who I had a natter with, (Beryl I think, but you know my memory status, Tsk!), told me that the weekday bus service is going to be every two hours later this month, instead of hourly. Also, heavy rain was forecast for later and tomorrow. Oh, dearie me! But we’ll see!

6Sat09Had a bash at the crossword en route to town, I didn’t do very well. Dropped off the bus and called into the Poundland Shop.

Amongst the things I bought, I got a pack of five children’s toothbrushes, to keep to replace the one that keeps disappearing from the laundry room. Nibble treats for the medical staff, bikkies for the Social Hour box, smoked bacon, Cheeselets, and I tried some of their ready-made 6Sat11sarnies. I can have these with some chip later perhaps. I paid at the self-serve till; which annoyed the assistant who had to put me right when the red light came on. Haha!

I came out and watched the Nottinghamian pedestrians strolling over the road against the 6Sat10red don’t don’t-cross signs.

I walked down Clinton Street to back of the Council House. I’ve not seen so many Nottinghamian’s about in town, for a long time. Then I realised it is a Saturday. (One forgets when one is beyond use, going senile, and 6Sat12retired)

The folks were looking far happier and content than usual today. The general gloominess in their faces had significantly reduced. I wondered if it was the sunshine that was coming out, Spring on the way, or the increase in Council rents that had arrived and they were making the best of what they had? (Mine went up too!) But I expect it is in my case, to help pay for the unwanted upgrade. You know, the millions spent on putting in new windows and balconies. Those that I can’t manipulate, have blocked the vision and light, windows in the balcony that remove various bits of skin off of my knuckles and or fingers when I use the balcony side window to take photos out of, because I can’t reach to make shots now the kitchen windows have stopped my accessing to photograph below. Because the ledges stick out too far, and I now have to use step-ladders to reach out for my beloved photographicalisationing. They fitted the new sliding doors and returned to fill in the holes, leaving my recliner, chair, curtains, carpets, TV, cabinets etc. with splashes of plaster. But they send a bloke with a wire brush and a bottle of cleaner, to destroy my 6Sat13new carpets, that will have to be replaced when the job is finished. Then, they left me with holes in the kitchen… Sorry, got carried away there!

Back to the plot: I walked around the back of the Council House and down to South Parade.

Quite suddenly, Kidney-Pain Kevin, Back-Pain Brenda and the wobbly right knee all began to give me grief and did so until I had got home and settled. A bit worrying, but still, I have been doing well up to now.

I walked painfully down Exchange Walk to the Marks & Sparks food hall. I slipped the Big Issue seller a couple of quid on my way in. I came out, considerably less well off. Serves me right, I’m a gannet when it comes to food! Roast potatoes, frites, a ready-meal, and other bits.

I had a walk around taking some photographs. Ending up at the bus stop on Queen Street.

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6Sat18bBeing a Saturday, the L9 was not due for another hour-and-a-half. So I waited for the 40 bus.

I spotted a plane in the sky (it’s where they are often you know? Hehehe!) By the time I had taken this snap and had a quick look at the camera screen, the clouds had moved so far, as I looked up, the layout in the sky was completely different. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them moving so fast in my life.

I was aware of how odd today’s hobble in the streets was, it felt like a xenizational walk around the City Centre today. As if no one could see me? Surely proof of my increasing Bonkersness, deliration, and psychosis?

The 40 bus arrived, and I failed miserably at the crossword book en route.

WD 0.0.128a I was soon risking life and limb… twice! Firstly, in getting up to go to the bus door as the vehicle had to shake and shudder as this bus stop is on the steepest part of Mapperley Rise. Then, crossing the road was a challenge. Blind bends up the hill and down to contend with. A bloke in a BMW came up the hill and around the bend, he was going so fast, he nearly lost it! Safely over the road and walking down to the flats, I could now concentrate on feeling sorry for myself, as Arthur Itis, the Wobbly-knee Neil and Kidney-Ache Kevin, all made a concerted effort to ensure I was sorry about going out for a walk today. Hahaha! 

6Sat19As I limped in agony, well, a bit of pain, along Chestnut Walk to the end and my beloved Woodthorpe Court home, I thought to myself as I saw the obstacle course; “I hope the fire-alarm doesn’t go off this weekend. The engines would have a problem getting to us!”

I made it the flats and up in the lift to the front door, without seeing a soul.

When I got in, I had a wee-wee, washed and did the Health Checks. Then had a search for the missing wristwatch. I didn’t find it.

I got the oven warming up for the frites. Laid out the plate with the cold foods to go with the french fries.

Then, I carried out an in-depth search for the wristwatch and second pair of reading glasses. I was determined to find them, and spent a ridiculous amount of time on my hunting, rummaging around and talking to myself as I did so.

WD 0.0.128a Eventually, the spectacles were located. In the wet room inside an opened part-used pack of Protection Pants, don’t ask please, I have no idea. Hahaha! Sad innit? But the wristwatch is still missing, Grumph!

6Sat20WD 0.0.128a I did the last Health Checks and emptied out the burnt frites from the oven, and put some more in on the cook again! By the time they were ready, the sarnies had started to go dry and curled at the edges.

Also, the packs of sliced apple I’d bought from Morrisons, and they had sent orange pieces, that were so bitter, after the first suck, I threw them away. Eurgh!

Still, the rest of the nosh was fine and dandy, apart from the dried crusts which joined the oranges in the bin.

I put the things in the bowl to soak, got the TV on and settled to watch a police programme.

WD 0.0.128a As I put my feet up on the Ottoman, there was a pain and a sort of clunk from Wobbly-Knee Neil as he popped half-out of position. I muttered a curse word silently, then spent half-an-hour trying to get Neil back in his slot. Luckily for some reason, there was no pain at all when he eventually seemed to slide/slot in smoothly? This suited me!

When I got back to concentrating on the police on the TV, I realised I’d seen it before.

I remember thinking I’ll put on a Law & Order UK tape on instead… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Wed 21 Nov 2018: A truly frustrating, furious-making, Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpa and depression fermenting horrible day! Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

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My passata jar lies amongst the alcoholics bottles. Jealous? Me? Yes!

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Wednesday 21st November 2018

Croatian: Srijeda, 21. Studenog 2018

00:00hrs, I’d been awake and active since 21:25hrs, when I woke up thinking it was about 03:00hrs. When I say active, that may be overstating things a tad. Fair enough, the over grab-handle ridden, obese, pudgy torso with the dangling legs was operating, slowly, but working. The brain was another thing altogether. This morning, it was teasing me something awful; Verisimilitude was needed to sort out the facts from fiction coming out of m brain box. It seemed to refuse me access to the memory for a short time too and was seemingly having power cuts when I started, later on, to update the Tuesday Diary.

WD0.60.0 By the time I had risen to my feet, Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger both kicked-off at the same time. I made for the medicine drawer in the kitchen, to take the morning doses with an extra Omeprazole, codeine phosphate and a great-guzzle of the weak, insipid antacid medicine. Got the Health Checks done.

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3Wed001At least the results for this session had gone way done. And the sphygmomanometer worked first time as well!

I made a brew taking care not to make it as tasty as I usually like it and added more milk than usual. So as not to make the pains from Reflux Roger and notably Duodenal Donald any worse than they are.

I didn’t enjoy it much.

I got on with updating and finishing off the Tuesday post. Sent it off.

The tea had gone cold of course, so I made another mug. Started on creating this post, and the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room.

WD0.60.0 A somewhat lengthy session this time. I read a few pages of the Clarkson Biography and counted just three dead and one live Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the floor. After cleaning myself up, I was gobsmacked to see another two Weevils, both live running near the shower drain? Tsk!

Duodenal Donald was giving me more grief than ever now. I dunked some Scottish Shorties in the tea, hoping to line the stomach a bit. It got a little easier an hour or so later.

I went on WordPress reader. Then the Facebooking updating photo albums.

I decided that I must sort out the spare room, or at least make a start on it. After a couple of hours, I’d got different area boxes and bags sorted and stacked up, ready for more in-depth arranging. I even made a bit of space where I could actually see the carpeting!

Off to the Porcelain Throne, washed, made a brew, and back into the spare room – despite Back-Pain-Branda, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, and Anne Gyna collectively complaining and giving me grief!

WD0.60.0 Oy-Yoy-Yoy! A stack of stuff had fallen, knocking down the other stack of things and landing on the pile of bags, splitting open both the boxes and the black-bags! How frustrating, furious-making and depression fermenting! The damned place looks worse than before I started! I was in no mood to do anymore, morose in the extreme!

WD0.60.0 Down to do the laundry – but, both dryers were in use, Humph! Returned to the flat feeling somewhat wee’d-off, doomed, jinxed, damned, cursed, ill-fated, ill-omened and the most luckless pensioner in the world. Which is silly of course, but at that time… So sorry for myself, and in pain, mentally and physically! I engaged downheartedness, despondency and dispiritedness Modes synchronously!

I took some pictures from the kitchen window while I was doing the Health Checks. Usually, something as simple as taking a good photograph can cheer me up, but not this time, my dolorous mood remained!

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3Wed04aI lost all interest in anything. (Found out later I’d missed the medication doses as well. Humph!

I pondered on what to have for my nosh. The way I was feeling and mood I was in, there was not much interest in cooking or eating, but I thought I better had.

A simple to make meal; a tin of tomatoes with some ready cooked smoked streaky bacon was put in a saucepan on alow light (I thought at the time) Into the main room and got the TV on. I fell asleep. Woke 20-minutes or so later… I could smell burning!

WD0.60.0 Luckily, the fire alarm did not go off. I  tipped out any moveable beans and bits of burnt bacon I could, scraped out and scrapped the burnt food, and soaked the pan in the bowl with bleach, washing up liquid and soda. My Fed-up-with-life mode moved into Defcon Two! Hehe! I got another tin of beans in the other pan, and the last bits of the bacon added, and on the hob warming up once more. Of course, I dare not leave the kitchen again. So stood stirring as the meal slowly heated up.

3Wed05a - CopyGot the continental brown bread, the lemon dessert and a bottle of lemon and lime spring water, and back to the £300 second-hand recliner with the tray, to gobble it all up.

Had things been going better, I would have perhaps given this nosh a rating of 9/10. But the Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas had lowered my spirits and interest, enthusiasm for life to its lowest level in many a month. Self-pitying old schlemiel! I ate it all, though, including all the bread!

WD0.60.0 To worsen my misery, when I put the tray and things in the washing-up bowl, I found two live Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil Black Biting Beetles on the draining board! Fed-up or what?

3Wed05The evening sky was worth a picture taking of it, I thought.

I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and put the TV on again.

I slipped into Sweet-Morphious in seconds. I feared the problems may keep me awake with the brain musing and feeling confused. As is the grey-cells want, and way.

WD0.60.0 I woke with a start, confused as to why? Then I spotted the light flashing on the telephone landline. I really had a struggle on to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner as quick as I could manage; dropping the TV remote, pen and pad and tablet box from my overly-sized stomach, and knocking over the bottle of spring water, then stubbing my toe… But I got there before it stopped. I hazily answered the phone; it was Brother-in-Law Pete. Half-asleep and in a bit of a mental pickle, I’m blown if I can now remember all of what was said… no, hang on, street art in Sherwood… Nottingham Post must take a look at their site… that’s it, all I can recall. In fact, the next day, I found ‘Nott’m Post, look at’ on the notepad?

I got back down in the recliner, I think I pondered on the busy Thursday calendar, then back into the land of Nod! 

A day that I’d like to forget! Humph!

Inchcock Sun 18th Dec 2018: Another lonely chinwagless weekend. Weevils still visiting. Humph! Ah-Well…

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Sunday 18th December 2018

Zulu: NgeSonto 18 ngoNovemba 2018

WD146.0.0 0015hrs: Woke with a cracking headache over the left eye. On the plus side, I didn’t go through my usual unpleasant expergefactory process of self-discriminatory, nit-picking and fault finding of my day’s actions, decisions, worthlessnesses, and fears. I just lay there trying to work out why I was feeling so glumpse and nefastous with myself, almost self-hating, for the few psychotomimetic, awkward moments that lingered pesteringly.

I was saved from this mental dysphoria, by the summoning from the innards, for me to attend and utilise the Porcelain Throne.

I extracted my outsize, paunchy elephantine stomached torso from the £300 second-hand recliner with no bother or hassle whatsoever. (My EQ told me this would not last for 7Sun07along!) Off to the wet room.

WD146.0.0 As I was seated doing my duty, I scanned the floor of the room and spotted about seven of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

Completed the evacuation, and gathered up the ‘all dead’ carcasses of the weevils. Put them in a paper towel, and said a few words over them as I wrapped them up, sprayed them with disinfectant and deposited them in the waste 7Sun07bin. Hehehe! They all seemed to be adults, which was worrying because the last week they have mostly been young ones?

In the spare room, I discovered more Weevils than of flat. EIBWBBB’s were scattered all around. Tsk!

Washed up, and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

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7Sun10The Sys, Dia, and Pulse had all come down nicely.

Off for an SSWW.

This headache continues to grind on. Humph!

Made a brew (the last one went cold) and made a start on finalising the Saturday Diary. Got it posted off, and began to make this one up.

Went on Facebooking, a lot to catch up on this morning, with my not doing any yesterday due to the early arrival of Fatigue Francis.

I decided to take an extra painkiller, the aching head is getting worse I think. Ah-well!

Spend a good few hours on TFZer Facebooking, WordPress Reading, Comments etc. By the time I had got caught up with yesterday’s blog updating and posting, the headache had eased off.

Did some graphic titivating on CorelDraw for later.

7Sun24I tended to the ablutionisationing as soon as it was 0800hrs, and I could use the shower without disturbing my neighbours too early with the noise. Had a refreshing session, didn’t cut myself shaving. (Although, I managed to cut my gums with the toothbrush, Klutz!)

The view outside was decidedly different on the left to the right?

7Sun25Seeing my beloved Tree Copse looking so thinned out and sadly damaged more by yobboes cutting paths through from top to bottom, made me feel so depressed.

I decided to get out a bit for a bit of exercise and fresh air.

Thought I’d call at the Co-op to get some more apples to replace the Lidl Cox’s that had all got mouldy centres. I’d thrown them away.

Took two black bags to the waste chute. Paid a rather messy visit to the Porcelain Throne, cleaned up again. I gathered the bag, hearing aids inserted in the lug-holes, the correct 7Sun20glasses put on, put the gloves on, ensured I took the recycling jars and bag with me, made sure I had some money in my pocket, and set on my little hobble around the block, so’s to put it. See the tiny route map below left.

Down in the elevator, out of the lobby and to the recycling and glass bin.

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I added my empty gherkin and vinegar bottle to the Thatchers Vintage Cyder, Peroni, wines, Champagne, Gin, Whiskey, Absynthe, Jack Daniels, Spirytus Rektyfikowany, Balkan, Zubrowka Bison, Huangiju, Kirsch, Cognac, Rum, Tequila, Lager, Freya Birch Spirit 40% Whisky Exchange, Black Cow pure milk Vodka 40%, Harrowgate Rum 40%, and Sangria bottles in the bin. I even found a bottle of a new one me; Brewmeister’s Armageddon beer (which has an incredible 65% abv according to the label)! I looked this beer up later and got this report: A Scottish brewery has created the world’s strongest beer — but a pint of Armageddon will cost drinkers a mind-blowing £80! Still, no good me being jealous. Hehehe!

7Sun27Over the road and off up the gravel hill path to the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis being no bother whatsoever! Off course, Anne Gyna didn’t like the going uphill.

WD146.0.0 At the top, I took this sad photo of the once beautiful thick tree copse. Looking rather threadbare and frayed now. Heartbreaking, for a nemophilist like me!
Waking down the path to the Mansfield Road gate, and doing a bit of nephelococcygia (the act of finding shapes in clouds), daydreaming, and 7Sun28watching the dogs taking their owners for a game of ball – I was suddenly feeling so contented, comfortable and warm. Despite the sunshine producing no heat.

WD146.0.0 It had to happen, a rabid 6’6″ young Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, shot speedily by me while I was standing still watching the clouds (Well, one has to have a hobby. Hahaha!) And the git belted by me so close, it made me jump a little. Oy Vey, the Nudnik!

7Sun29 No longer in my contented frame of mind, thanks to the Herbert on the bike, I plodded on out of the park and up and over the hill into Sherwood.

I called in the Charity shop to see if I could find a John Q or The Negotiator DVDs. No luck.

Out and down to the Wilko store and had a look around. I came out with kitchen rolls, some nibbles for the Social box and a bottle of washing-up liquid.

Paid the lady, and out into the oh so cold sunshine. Up the road and into the Co-op store. Leaving there with some fresh tomatoes, oven chips, marshmallows and Cox’s apples, hopefully, these will not have rotten cores like the Lidl ones did.

7Sun31Down the hill, and left starting off up the dreaded Anne Gyna prompting Winchester Street Hill.

I did notice an unusual shape in one of the bigger clouds, just out of interest, can you also see it? Think eagle

Anne Gyna soon started to complain as I walked up the incline.

When I got up to Cavendish Vale, I turned into the road to take this view of all three components of Winwood Heights. Woodthorpe Court on the left, the new Extra Care block and Sturmscharführeress Warden’s Offices in the centre, and Winchester Court on the right.

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Note the old Volkswagon car? ‘K’ registrations, that would be a 1971 VW Fastback Mark 3 with the 1.6H engine, I think.

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I moved on up the hill again and came across these flowers/plant sticking above the fencing further up. I’ven o idea what they are, but they do look just like the ‘Special White Radishes’ I got from Sainsbury’s last week? Apparently, they are not them, but they did remind me of those radishes. More pointless waffle, Sorry!

7Sun34bAs far as I could tell, up near the garages on Winchester Street, the Mystery Workers Boots and little bin had both vanished! Being replaced with the larger, somewhat rusty container. Nottinghamian Street Art at its finest! Hehe!

The short way up to the top of the hill, and left into Chestnut Walk.

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I took the opportunity to picture the scene in front of me. The barren and abandoned looking, lonely, unpopulated view of my beloved Winwood Heights.

In the complex, I didn’t see a soul all day again. Gawd, I hate Chinwagless Weekends! 

Got in the flat and Fatigue Francis dawned, earlier than ever on me. Did the Health Checks.

7Sun38Prepped the fodder and got it served up.

A few of the chips I’d bought, the gherkins, tomatoes, fried dried onions, Cox’s apple and a buttered pork sarnie. Followed by a pot of lemon mousse.

I ate it all up, wished I’d done more chips, though. A well deserved Flavour Rating of 9.3/10 was given!

I’m afraid the blues joined in with the weariness and all I did then (Apart from having many SWWWs, medications and the last Health Check in between getting up to check repeatedly that I had not left any taps on). (I’m going bonkers here you know!) Was to watch a DVD film, Seagal’s ‘Glimmer Man’. But after many nod-offs and rewinds, I gave up. Tsk!

Inchcock – Mon 12 Nov 2018: Got some nattering and laughs in today. Pavement Cyclist almost had me over, and the fatigue came too early for my liking.

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Romance Blossoms! I love it!

Monday 12th November 2018

Basque: Astelehena, Azaroak 12, 2018

0025hrs: As I stirred into mock-life, I really did think I’d been asleep for just a few minutes and had woken with a start. Slowly the brain joined me, and I found that I had been sleeping for around four hours; but I still felt so tired, I decided to close my eyes, and determined to get back into the land of Nod. But the mornings agrypnotic summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, thus ending any hopes I had of getting a little more rest and recuperation.

The valedictory parting of the overly-avoirdupois stomached torso was relatively easy today. Off to the wet room, and onto the Throne. T’was a messy evacuation that needed a lot of cleaning up after. Tsk! During which, I only found one of the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the room. Aha, are they weakening, or plotting up another counter-attack plan?

1Mon001I decided to have a reconnoitre around for an assessment of the Weevil population this morning.

The results: Wet room; Just one live weevil.

The Spare room: Five carcases, one live one.

Kitchen: Two dead, and many tiny ones amongst them.

Front Room: Two live ones behind the curtains.

I still sprayed each room with the ‘Raid Bug Killer’, though.

WD0.60.0 Had a wee-wee, put the kettle on, and needed another wee-wee. Very short-sharp ones. The smaller ‘after being lasered’ bladder, might have an infection or something. I noticed yesterdays liquid release visits seemed to be getting more often and releasing less and less each time.

1Mon01Washed the hands with antiseptic disinfectant, and got the sphygmomanometer and thermometer to do the Health Checks.

Got the computer started and updated the Excel INR Heath Check results, to take with me tomorrow to Nurse Nichole at the anticoagulation blood test.

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Off for another short-sharp wee-wee. I’ll stop mentioning these, or wee-wees might fill the page. Hehehe!

I have to remember to fetch the Prescriptions from the chemist later on. I can call in Lidl at the same time and get some rolls and be sneered/tuttered at and insulted by their staff. Well, it seems to keep them happy!

I made a start on this blog up to here, then got the not so sad as usual Sunday diary updated. Then made a post about the Woodthorpe Grange Park Tropical House Visit. Three hours spent on them, but I do enjoy doing them.

Had a short-sharp-wee-w… Oh no, I’m not mentioning these am I. Hehe!

I got the things needed, the bag with the brolly and a spare bag for use after the Lidl visit, camera in the jacket pocket, etc. Correct spectacles on my head, hearing aids inserted, black waste bags to drop down the rubbish chute on the way out and then got the ablutions tended to. Little inchies Lesion had been bleeding a lot.

Shaved, showered and medicated in various regions of the baby-elephantine wobbly body, and set off out.

1Mon14aNot many folks about out there this morning, especially for a Monday. A few of the Willmott-Dixon lads, but not a single tenant to be seen anywhere.

I arrive in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Sanctions decision-taking office. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus Portakabin.

Inside were just four male residents, who I greeted with cheery ‘Good morning all’; no responses heard. I tried to make a conversation, they all walked out. Hehehe!

I joined them later at the bus stop, where a ganglet of Winwood Heights prisoners… no, residents, (Haha!) had amassed to catch a bus to town or Arnold. Shiela and hubby, Angela and Roy with Welsh William (there is a possibility I might have got some of the names wrong, memory terrible and all that, Tsk!) sat next to me on the bus, and we had a laugh. I got the best laugh when I got up to get off at the bottom of Winchester Street. I was sat on one of the side-saddle seats, and as I grabbed a pole to help pull myself up, I said something like: “I will now give you a pole dancing 1Mon07cdisplay!” They could not help but laugh! I love it when I can create a bit of happiness and a laugh for folks!

Onto Mansfield Road and a hobble into Carrington. Which went very well, with little hassle from the ailments. 

Even Back-Pain Brenda, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were in a good mood with me. The plates-of-meat stung a bit, but no moaning from me this morning.

1Mon07aAs I limped along, this customary Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist shot by me from behind.

The git came close enough to me to cause me a moments nervousness.

It’s not as if there was any traffic on his side of the road that he had to be scared of, is it?

1Mon08Hobbling down the hill, near the car showrooms, I found a piece of Nottinghamian Street-Art with a difference on the pavement. An unopened pot of Tesco Egg and Spinach?

I plodded on down to the chemist, where I collected the bag of prescriptions from a lovely new young Asian lady, I got the idea she might have been a student, no idea why, but I did. Thanked her and handed a few nibbles for the staff.

1Mon07bMore shop units closed down. This one had moved into an Off-Licence and newspaper shop, further up the road.

Then into the Lidl store and had a ferret around. Trying to find some of the Italian cooked chestnuts, eventually finding out they had none in stock. I met Angela and Roy (fellow tenants) who were shopping as well. Had a chinwag for a minute. On to the self-serve check-outs. Where a new member of staff, signalled to me that till was free, and put my items through for me! The young man sounded Eastern European judging by his accent, nice lad. But I fear he will not last long at Lidl, with their phobia of having helpful staff! I came out with two bread rolls, a cheese twist, small potatoes, extra-strong cheddar 1Mon09cheese, tomatoes, a bottle of fresh orange juice and chestnut mushrooms. Thanked the lad, and out to the bus stop to get back into Sherwood. Which looked a little deserted to me?

WD0.60.0 I called in the Post Office shop and made a bit of a Whoopsiedangleplop. I bought another pot of mushrooms, somehow forgetting that I’d already bought one at Lidle! Klutz! The shop had some Scottish Shorties on sale, two for a pound – but only had one left on the shelf! So I bought a packet of Shortcake biscuits to get the offer. Which was really stupid, I thought afterwards)

Then I called into the store1Mon15. Where, I am sure I must have had a funny turn, dizzies or something. Because I came out with a large bag of TVP (Textured Vegetable Protein), nowadays called SPC (Soya Protein Chunks)! Why I needed or wanted these was beyond me, I must be losing it! Also, I’d bought some French Chestnuts in a small jar… and foolishly paid £3.50 for the privilege of buying them!

What a silly-old Plonker!

1Mon11I even confused myself by getting these chestnuts?

I paid up and got myself up to the bus stop, where I was happy to meet up with Angela and Roy again.

More chinwagging and laughter ensued.

Caught the bus back to the flats.

Angela and Roy went into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room Portacabin.

1Mon12I hobbled back to the apartment, taking this photographicalisation of some Willmott-Dixon workers in the centre Extra Care Unit compound. 

I can doctor this one later for a fun graphic.

I got in the building and didn’t see a soul on my 1Mon13way up to the flat. Where I had an urgently needed and slightly longer short-sharp wee-wee. Hehe!

I unpacked the purchases and tackled the long job of sorting out the medication prescriptions.

Did the midday Health Checks.

1Mon14Then got the fodder prepared, another salad style one. But very tasty, and I put too much out on the plate, so about a third of it wasn’t consumed. Fool!

I particularly enjoyed the mushrooms and turnip I’d cut and boiled with some balsamic vinegar.

I’m afraid I was overcome with fatigue a lot earlier today than usual.

I watched another of the DVD films, Claude Van Damme’s ‘The Shepherd”. Well, I say I watched it, I almost did! I kept nodding-off so often, I gave up before the ending of the film. Sad innit?

I remember thinking about getting the pots washed, and that was it… I succumbed to the weariness, and off into the land of Nod! Waking later, and doing the Health Checks I’d missed. Then off again… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today- Sat 10 Nov 2018: Evil boll weevil ironclad biting beetles/weevils cunning counter attack – Virgin Media slow… as was I, in mind and body. Tsk!

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These Willmott-Dixon lads know how to get a job done… Hehehe!

Saturday 10th November 2018

Catalan: Dissabte 10 de Novembre de 2018

2335hrs: I woke most unenthusiastically, reluctantly, and begrudgingly. For some reason, I felt I needed more sleep, rest, recuperation. Resentful that I had been cheated out of my sleep again. For I still felt tuckered out. I determinedly closed my eyes, and I snapped at the quilt and pulled it over my scarily ever-growing paunch. Intent on denying any expergefactor-like interference.

WD 22.1.46 This manoeuvre proved to be a bad choice. Unbenowst to me (Well, I’d forgotten about it!), I had earlier left the DVD remote control and an open tube of Phorpain Gel laying on the quilt when I must have fallen asleep, or maybe in a nocturnal eidolon? The remote hit me on the head and the medical gel self-dispensed itself down my neck and chest. So I gave it a good rubbing in. Hehe!

Within seconds of settling again, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Amazing, for three mornings now I have been free of these waking-up-time summonses to the Throne… today, the first time I didn’t want to rise out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I get the call! Sulk-Mode-Deployed and bottom-lip pouting engaged!

6Sat04I removed my body from the recliner and made my way to the wet room. The evacuation went alright.

I spotted only one live Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle on the floor. A look around in the usual hot-spots was conducted, but no signs of any more of the illegal immigrant aliens were found. “Aha,” I foolishly thought, “am I winning the battle at last?”

6Sat03WD 22.1.46 I investigated in the spare room next.

On the unwanted light and view destroying new window ledge, well-stained now, with all the Rentokil, Sanmex and Raid bug killer spraying, I found some dead weevils near their possible entry and escape route holes in the wall sealing from when the windows were installed.

6Sat02While in there, I picked a new bag of the PPs to move into the wet room for later use.

WD 22.1.46 I found several largish Weevil corpses underneath, and one live one. The thing that came to mind as soon as I saw them was how much it looked like they were creating a pattern on a music sheet on the box tape? No? Ah, well!

Gave a bug-killer spray around, then to the kitchen. Taking a wee-wee in between. Washed the hands with antiseptic disinfectant.

Got the Health Checks done.

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6Sat01The sphygmomanometer took a couple of tries before it worked.

Looks like the readings are going back up again. Oy Vey! Although the Pulse was okay.

Took the medications.

Back to the wet room for yet another short-sharp wee-wee!

6Sat07I had a look out if the unwanted new kitchen window with its light and view-blocking thick plastic surrounds and wide sticking out ledge outside that stops one looking down without sticking the camera at arm’s length… got carried away there, sorry… Apparently, the rain had been pouring while I was asleep. Which wasn’t for long enough. I felt like I’ve not had any kip, I was so weary. Poor old thing. Hahaha!

6Sat06I made another brew, hoping to get it drank this time. Got the computer going to get this Diary started off.

WD 22.1.46 Can you see the intruder on my well-worn keyboard in this picture?

The Weevil seemed to be shoving or pulling whatever it is behind him or her?

6Sat09Will I ever be free, of these annoying, uninvited, came in when the windows were installed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles?

‘Bottom-Lip Extruding’ and ‘Feeling Sorry for Myself’ Modes adopted!

Off for another wee-wee. Tsk! I had a rinse and on to the computer.

The Liberty-Global-Virgin Media Internet was very slow again. Although it got a bit better later.

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I got on with this blog, up to here. When it dawned on me, I have not finished yesterdays diary yet!

So I got onto it straight away. Finished it off and posted it to WordPress.

Went on the TFZer Facebooking for an hour or three. Then did some graphicalisationing of Diary page top graphic funnies to use later.

6Sat24Got the nosh prepared, feeling more and more drained as I did so. (Poor old thing!)

I ate it slowly, masticating the fodder, as well as I could with the few teeth I have left

I got the pots into the washing-up bowl to soak.

Had a wee-wee and wash, then did the Health Checks. Still high Sys and Dia, Tsk!)

Settled into the £300 second-hand recliner, and lay here thinking things through, but seemed to have nodded off within minutes again.

Inchcock – Fri 9 Nov 2018: Whoopsiedangleplops on waking. Weevil War continues. Had a good hobble out. Pavement Cyclist Threats. Some great nattering session, too!

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TFZers Joycie and Keith living it up – Lucky Keith!

Friday 9th November 2018

German: Freitag, 9 November 2018

2240hrs: I sprang into semi-life, proffering I think, an involuntary and audible muttering of “Hurrerbglobwot” which was my expergefactor for today.

The brain, although a little wayward, seemed to seemed to have activated at the same time as my physical activity began… which was trying to catch the TV remote control as it slid off of my superfluous and over my generously-sized wobbly abdominal region.

5Fri006WD0.0.128 The farcicalness began…

  • The right leg slipped off of the Ottoman, and my heel clouted against the metal workings of the £300 second-hand recliner.
  • I slid (Well, rolled in a blubbery fashion) down towards the floor, put my hand out to limit any possible upcoming damage, and I missed the Ottoman, hence giving myself a little painful, but what turned out to be a very pretty, fetching purple-like coloured wherret on the right chin.
  • Getting back up, I banged my left knee on the recliner arm.

However, all was not as bad as it at first seemed. Despite the Accifauxpas, none of the ailments appeared to have been set off. Not even, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda or Hippy Hilda? No complaints from me!

I hobbled delicately to the wet room for a wee-wee. Then to the kitchen, to take the medications, do the Health Checks and take a photograph of my newly acquired welt. Hehe!

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The weight had gone up a smidge again. I decided to have a decently distanced hobble later today. Although, the weather forecast made me think twice about this. I got the computer on and took a look at the forecast for Nottingham.

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5Fri08High winds, but the rain is not due until 1900hrs, so it should be safe for me to have a hobble, might try to have a chinwag and feed the ducks again.

I got the Thursday Diary updated and sent off to WordPress.

Had a wee-wee, and noticed the absence of Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, well, not free of them, but there were only three juvenile weevil bodies in the whole wet room! Cheered by this, I decided it still needed to have a reconnoitering reconnaissance, perlustration… So I did, with Bug Killer Sprays to hand! Just as well!

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Dead weevils in the kitchen doorway again, not too many. But I still gave a dollop of spray all around. Off to the spare room, where one live weevil and several deceased were located on the new unwanted, cosmetically now ruined by the bug spraying windows shelf. More spraying and coughing took place. Hehe!

5Fri001Back to the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

I found just one more Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle, that was not there ten minutes earlier? It was on the way to Weevil-Heaven, so the spraying must have taken effect quickly enough.

I then notice a few tiny weevils as well, all on the top of the stove.

5Fri08aWent on the TFZ Facebooking site.

Got the ablutions sorted, and changed ready to go on my hobble to see the Mallards (Anas platyrhynchos Anatidae Anseriformes Aves).

I decided to buy some extra food while I was out, for the Mallards, as I hope to get to visit them over the holiday period, wither at Arnot Hill Park, or the Nottingham Arboretum.

Got the bags ready, checked I had everything, and went to collect the hearing aids from the front room…

WD0.0.128 I tripped on the carpet and visited the floor. The unfortunate bit about it was my landing on the Picker-Upper stick, and breaking it!

What a schlemiel! 

So I added a new Picker-Upper tool on the shopping list!

5Fri09Set off down to go on the Mallard mission. I met a couple of resident gals, and had a chinwag for a while, before setting out form the foyer and taking this parting shot of all three courts. Woodthorpe, the New Extra Care Unit and Winchester Cathedral… no, I mean Court. Hahaha!

A smidge overcast5Fri10, but the weather was not too cold.

I set off on my Marathon Hobble, up the gravel path hill, and into Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Anne Gyna kicked off but soon left me when I got on the level ground at the top. Where I spotted two squirrels, seemingly playing on and around a tree. Bootiful!

Not the best of photographs, but I had to take them quickly as soon as they stopped jumping about. Bless them.

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5Fri014This cheered me up.

I got onto Mansfield Road and turned right towards Daybrook.

And found myself singing away as I ambled along.

But not for long.

5Fri015This Herbert of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist all but hit me as he went by from behind at I estimate, as 20 mph!

I shouted out to the uncaring villain. But his speed was so great there was no chance of his hearing my voice. I had to zoom in to get a shot of him. The Kvetch!

5Fri016Ten minutes further along the road, and another Herbert came cycling towards me from the other direction on the footpath.

As he got level with me and about three feet away, I just said to him; “Thanks for that, mate!”. In reply, he questioned my parentage with one word! Oh, dear!

The ailments continued to be kind to me, and I got a bit of a pace going.

Unfortunately, I was not quick enough to get a photograph of the next Nottinghamiam PAvement Cyclist who came from behind in a few hundred yards further along the road. He was riding a three-wheeled yellow painted bike, or I should say tricycle, and pulling a trailer behind, also painted yellow. He magically disappeared, too; I know not where!

Eventually, I arrived at the Arnot Hill Park Pond. Where I enjoyed a natter and feeding the Mallards and other types of ducks I’d not seen there before. Temporary immigrant ducks, perhaps? I took these photographs of them.

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I walked into Arnold, I had 50-minutes before the next bus home arrives. 

5Fri019aSo I had a shop around to find the best bird food to stock up on. I called in the Wilko store and got some plain and Niger seeds for the birds, and £6 lighter in the pocket.

Then to the Saver shop, but they still had not got any of the cheapo Haemorrhoid Cream, Lemon Sprays or Strong black bags in stock. Tsk!

Then on to Asda, where I took a leisurely walk around, being tempted to things I could do without well-enough! Schlemiel! I bought mint sauce, vinegar, pickled eggs, a turnip, chestnuts, more bird seed, a packet of Scottish Shorties, a lemon dessert, two bread rolls and some beetroot. I used the self-service tills, but on this occasion needed assistance twice from the lady supervising. Tsk!

It was still too early for the bus home, so I limped to the Fulton Food Store. I came out with some Social Hour raffle prize nibbles, and some beef chunks. Only £4.29 spent in there.

5Fri20Then I remembered the  Picker-Upperer. So I called at the Seacroft Mobility shop. I bought a Revo Reacher 32″. £15 spent on it.

I went to the bus stop and waited for the L9 bus. Got on with the heavy bags, and took out the Crossword book. Cyndy got on later, and I put the crossword book away. I wonderful nattering session and laugh later, we arrived back at the flats. Cyndy offered to carry one of the bags for me. bless her cotton socks. More laughter and gossip as we made our way to the lift. Said my farewells and thanked her, to the apartment and a much-needed wee-wee was taken. Haha!

I put the purchases away. Then checked without opening the lid, on the carrots and peas I’d left on in the slow cooker, looked alright. Got the oven warming and then got on with updating this blog. Put the lamb loin in an oven dish ready to go in the oven later.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken. Returned to the updating of this post.

For some reason, Duodenal Donald kicked-off.

5Fri34Got the nosh served up.

Lamb Chump Steaks with lemon and mint. Carrots, peas, pickled gherkins, caramelised beetroot, red and yellow tomatoes. (I added a little extra mint to the lamb and peas).

Two small crusty rolls with some Light Lurpak butter.

And something new to me, a Limoncello Dessert. I enjoyed the meal and the sweet. The lamb was excellent, if expensive. A Flavour Rating of a deserved 9.56/10 given!

6Sat10Having eaten it all up, not a crumb left on the plate, I went to wash the pots, and read the ingredients of the Limoncello!

Just take a look at the contents listing here, please.

Had I read this beforehand, I might not have bought it. All the same, it did go down well! Even if the largest ingredient was water! Hehehe!

I put on a Jean-Claude Van Damme DVD film that I bought years ago and have not got around to watching. Titled, Double-Team. I still haven’t watched it… I kept dropping off and rewinding. Not that it wasn’t a good film. The odd bits I saw were entertaining and fun. I was just too drained and weary. I gave up, turned everything off and was in the land of Nod in minutes! Ahh, nice!

Inchcock – Wed 7 Nov 2018: The Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles return with a surprise Counter Attack! Great visit from my old mate Trevor!

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The TFZ lads – impressive eh?

Wednesday 7th November 2018

Dutch: Woensdag 7 November 2018

WD 99.0.0 0010hrs: The hotchpotch of mind-hassling gallimaufries returned as I woke up. It would be easier and quicker to tell you the things I was not worried about, fearing or concerned over that invaded the grey-cells. Of course, as is usual when this happens to me, there were no solutions, decisions, clarifications or explications available to me. The rambunctious cogitabund; merely left me in a more nervous and confused state than ever! Tsk!

The wool-gathering, befuddled thoughts, faded. Eventually, my inadequately-powered brain settled back into its normal simplistic complaisant-mode (But not for long!), deciding it needed a mug of tea, the medications and to do the Health Checks.

The removal of my short-plump-midriff Falstaffian-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner proved to be of no bother. Hippy Hilda wasn’t too keen on getting moved, but Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Duodenal Donald, Haemorrhoid Harold and Back-Pain-Brenda were all in a good mood with me. Finally detached, I made my way to the WC for a wee-wee. (Fancy that, Hehe!)

WD 99.0.0 The Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles had 2017breturned with a cunning two-pronged surprise Counter Attack! An adult platoon of Weevils was scattered around the holes in the wet room sealant. Luckily I was still keeping a Sanmex Bug Killer spray in each room. A swift spray around, and then I noticed some more of the varmints behind the WC bowl…

WD 99.0.0 Where I also found a bottle of the mould cleaner had fallen and the cap had come off! Not that it bothered the Weevils at all. They were running around in the semi-dried brown liquid. I sprayed the area and decided to get down on my knees with some kitchen towelling to clean-up and pick-up the Weevils…

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WD 99.0.0 My getting back up on feet I think must have amused the scuttling away Weevils. (I thought I could hear laughter, Hehehe! Only joking) Amidst my pain prompted Oooh’s and Argh’s, I managed to slip back down as my hand moved of off the sink I was using as an aid to regain standing position… and I cracked the right knee on the floor! Oy Vey is mir!  Well, that little kerfuffle started off Back-Pain-Brenda, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis all at the same time!

I am not feeling in very good nick at this point. Humph!

I swore silently and got some Phorpain gel on the knee, well rubbed in. Made a mental note to take some extra painkillers with the medications. (I forgot to, though, Tsk!)

3Wed001aThen into the spare room on an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle hunt! Spray in hand!
WD 99.0.0 The damned things were out in there again!
Around the holes in the sealant on the new unwanted light and view-blocking window ledge edge. I sprayed around the area and room. Making myself cough now, it isn’t enough that I’m in agony with the back and knee, Oh, no… Sorry about that chunter, things are not going well this morning! Went to the kitchen and only found a few dead Weevils in there.

Washed the hands and carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

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3Wed01aWD 99.0.0 Further proof of my being, jinxed, voodooed, luckless and disaster-prone. The day after I emailed the Health Check readings to the surgery, the Sys, Dia and Pulse all come down!

The copiousness of Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas today, would try a Saint! Let alone a lonely overweight deaf old fart with so many ailments and a mental instability! Did I say that? I’m losing it! Hehe!

I got on with updating the Tuesday Inchcock Today and sent it off to WordPressing.

Back to the Wet room for a Porcelain Throne visit. The evacuation was fine and no blood loss. I couldn’t ee any more Weevils in the Throne Room. Feels odd, writing something positive… Huh! Depressed? Me?

Went on the WordPress Reader, then made a start on this blog.

Gathered the bird food in the bag, and got the ablutions sorted out.

The phone rang while I was in the shower. Luckily, I’d left the door ajar, or I wouldn’t have heard it. It was my old mate Trevor. He asked if it was alright to call early on me today, as he had just got into Nottingham on a visit. (Anytime is alright for me to see an old mucker like Trev!) I hastily got the ablutions finished. Trev rang when he’d got to the site, and I nipped down to greet him.

The next couple of hours or so was one of my happiest moments for years! The old banter returned as if we had never aged and not seen each other for years, it was great!

I enjoyed listening to his relating what he’d been up to. He is a Leo, so he’s a go-getter! Heard some good things were happening for him that cheered me up. Apart from his losing one of his beloved dogs. I haven’t had such a good chinwag for yonks!

I walked him down to his care, and I don’t mind saying, I got somewhat emotional as he pulled away.

WD 99.0.0 Walking back to the flats, I had many opportunities to take some Willmott-Dixon photos for the album. But I had not brought the camera down with me, Humph!

Too late now for me to take a hobble, so I decided to get the bus to Arnold, get some sourdough bread from Sainsbury’s and call for a chat and feed with the Mallards in the park. Got ready and out.

Mini-natter with some tenants at the bus stop. I was feeling cheery after Trev’s visit that perked me up. 

Off on the bus to Arnold, and into the Sainsbury store. Paid at their self-serve checkouts. I had help from one of the attending staff, of course, and she was not stroppy with me either! I came out with: Suet Sprinkles (for the Mallards), a small can of chickpeas, White Speciality Radishes, Yellow tomatoes and two sourdough cobs. Out towards the Arnot Hill Park.

WD 99.0.0 Oh dear, Duodenal Donald suddenly (As is his want) kicked off big time! This, worried me a bit. I decided to get back to the flat and take some Omeprazole sharpish. Luckily a bus was due in ten minutes, so I got to the bus stop. Huh, another chance for a Mallard visit scuppered!

I arrived back at the flats, alighting the bus when Duodenal Donald died-off as suddenly as he’s kicked-off earlier?

During the time I was out, I’d taken some photographs, of the changing sky.

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I walked with Angela and Roy back to the flats. We had gossip and laugh along the way.

Up to the apartment, a wee-wee, wash, got the Health Checks done.

Duodenal Donald had eased off entirely now! I wondered if it was something else that had caused the earlier abrupt pains? But they felt just like Donald’s to me?

3Wed08Got the nosh prepared. A cold one, an imitation salad of sorts.

The white slices are the ‘Specialist’ (it didn’t say anything on the bag about why they were ‘Special’) radishes. Gentle and mild they tasted, too. Gherkins, a sliced an apple, tomatoes including a couple of the yellow ones, which ate excellent to me. Some chip sticks and one of the sourdough cobs.

I had a thought about those Sainsbury instore baked sourdough cobs… I could have donated them to the Nottingham Castle Association, then they could have used them as cannonballs in one of their Commemorative Displays. Hehehe!

3Wed09Did the washing up, as the sky darkened suddenly, and the rain poured down later on.

Last Health Checks carried out, and I settled down to watch some Hetty Wainthrope Investigates on the DVD.

I stayed awake and watched the first episode all the way through! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Hehe!

The light through the multi-glass panes needing cleaning, unwanted light and view-blocking new window, seemed to get much lighter. I investigated, not immediately mind. Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner took me a while.

3Wed10I took the opportunity, to make an upward photo of the bottom of the hoist above.

Took the medications I’d forgot to take earlier while I was in the kitchen.

I recall getting settled back into the recliner and starting to watch the second episode of the Hetty Wainthrope DVD… I must have floated off into the land of bliss straight away.

 

Tuesday 6th November 2018: Mini-hobble, INR Warfarin Blood Test, Mystery Boots update!

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TFZer Julie with her fans? Hehe!

Tuesday 6th November 2018

Irish: Dé Máirt 6 Samhain 2018

2Tue040000hrs: I stirred this morning to find a distinct lack of confusion in my mind; I seemed concentrated much more than usual, the main theme going thought the grey-cells was the INR blood test being at 0750hrs! And, I must not forget this and get carried away doing anything else.

Of course, spotting the scribbled note, I’d left on the TV screen, helped. Hehe!

Detaching the body with the colossal midriff, was not easy, but I’ve had the job worse before. No ailments are playing up you see. Amazing, I know! Off for a wee-wee.

To the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

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Every reading was still too high, but lower than of late. Does that make sense?

Off for another wee-wee… I’ll stop mentioning this now, take it as I had to go for one often throughout the day. Tsk!

2Tue03Confidently, I set off on an evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. There were just three dead infant ones in the wet room. The kitchen produced only two dead infant bodies. The spare room, well, I can only blame myself for leaving a carrier bag on the floor with some crumbs in it. The carcasses looked old, though.

I still sprayed the bug killer around!

I set about sorting the updating and finishing off of the Monday blog. This took me around four hours, due to the inordinately large amount of photographs I took yesterday around town.

2Tue05Started on this post. Then off to get the ablutions done. Too early to take the bags to the chute. Made sure I had the paperwork and nibbles for the medical staff, and off down and out onto Chestnut Way.

Took this photograph of Winchester Court in the midst of the mist. Haha!

3Wed10 I got into to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. A few folks in there, one spoke to me, and I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the block and up to the apartment and got them in the earholes. Back down again. What a Meshugener, I am. I’m getting a mite fed-up with myself! Haha!

The chinwags were hard to come by this morning. I got the sense that my beloved neighbours were a little uptight? Doreen, Lynne and the Sturmscharführeress Wardens were okay, though. Said my farewells and off on the mini-hobble into Carrington. This is the route taken.

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P1030849On Winchester Street, I got an update on the Mystery Boots. They were a different position yet again. Hehe!

3Wed10 At this point, Hippy Hilda and Back-Pain Brenda both started giving me some gyp. A little early in the journey for my liking, but, there you go. I put on a brave face and continued on my way. 2Tue15b Sorry. I struggled on getting gloomier by the minute if you must know. Hehehe!

P1030850The next piece of Nottinghamian Street Art was in the Sherwood Vale, bus shelter.

Another Shaking Shaun affected photographicalisation I fear. The food and bottles, with the cigarette packet and nub-ends, really ought to go in the Tate gallery. The arranged chips under the seats, gave this Nottinghamian Street Art piece, a rounded appearance. What am I talking about!

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I took a snap of the corner bend on Winchester Street Hill. I think you can tell by the quality of the picture, that Shaking Shaun had joined in with Back-Pain-Brenda and Hippy Hilda in annoying me. Oy Vay! Still, overall the ailments were bearable at that moment, and I had no real bad

P1030852Down towards the main road, I came across some Nottinghamian Street Art provided for us by nature.

I looked closely as I passed these leaves, and there was what looked like a broken beer bottle underneath. I kicked it to the corner of the wall, in case someone caught themselves on it with their feet.

P1030853Onto Mansfield Road and up the hill towards Carrington.

I took this photo for Sister Jane and hubby Pete to see. They used to live in a flat in this house some years ago. About 1896 if I remember rightly. Hahaha!

The passageway led to a shed, where Pete kept his scooter and motorbike?

P1030854Up over the hill and down into Carrington, I saw this plant growing over some wooden fencing. I took the picture because it reminded me of Christmas.

Back-Pain-Brenda eased off going down the hill, Shaking Shaun was coming in short burst occasionally, usually when I was taking a photo. Tsk!

P1030855I felt a bit sorry for the motorists in the traffic queue trying to get into town at the Carrington lights.

I arrived at the surgery around 0720hrs, so I was in plenty of time.

I booked myself in and got the crossword book out. I was over the moon when it was Nurse Nichole who called me later.

Also, I remembered to mention a few of my concerns healthwise to her. She asked me to Email the Health Checks results to her for last and this week. We had a natter and a laugh, a good one too, cause the blood did not want to stop flowing today.

All done and sorted, I left some nibbles and departed. It was too early to use my bus pass and too early to go to the chemist for my prescriptions as well. Humph!

I called in the Lidl store and came out with milk, tomatoes, cooked chestnuts, Assam tea bags and some nibbles for the social hour box.

P1030857On my way walking back into Sherwood, I had not gone more than 100yds and was taking a photo of another failed business in the row of Carrington shops, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist rode into my vision.

A young lad, hoodie over his face and on a decent looking bike, condition-wise. I could not help but think to myself “I wonder if he stole that?” He had the appearance of a Zombie, with dark black eyes. Needless to say, I said nothing to him.

P1030858A few hundred yards further along Mansfield Road and another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came at me at high speed.

I turned around and had to use the zoom on the camera to take this shot of him tearing along the footpath.

Naughty boy!

P1030859I kid you not, but a little further on near Church Drive another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by me from behind, allowing only a foot or so between his bike and me as he did so.

The Swine!

P1030860It got worse, then! Yet another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was free-wheeling it down the hill towards me!

Of course, I wasn’t worried (Lie mode Adopted) as she gave me less room than the earlier one did!

P1030861Then, I’d still got the camera in my hand, a young girl appeared from around the chap in the photo, making him jump.

She must have been hidden behind him in the previous picture.

At least she had lights and bell on her handlebars. Not that she was using the ringer, though to warn folks.

What a little flurry of Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist! Hehehe!

P1030862Back-Pain-Brenda was a lot easier, Shaking Shaun was coming less often now, but Hippy Hilda (I forgot to mention her to Nurse Nichole, Huh!) was a little persistent!

The traffic to the City was not getting less dense.

Believe it or not, but Anne Gyna didn’t visit once… yet anyway.

P1030863The traffic jam in the town lane started to lengthen even further along, backed up over the hill.

I heard a horn being sounded and looked in the direction I thought it came from, but see no reason for the hooter to be sounded.

Maybe someone just got frustrated, or even saw someone they knew? But it didn’t sound like happy-horn-papping to me. Just think, somebody buys, say a VW Golf. (I looked up this price before making up the diary) At A starting MSRP of $20,910, oh, I’ll convert that to pounds… £16000.12 (Blimey are they that much nowadays, must be) and has to sit in a line for Gawn knows how long to get to work to earn enough to pay for the car! I bet its the same all over the place, though.

P1030864I got into Sherwood and started on the climb up Winchester Street Hill.

Surprisingly, Anne Gyna kept off, not bothering me in the least. This was actually worrying, welcome yes! But a little concernment about why. I wish that Hippy Hilda would do the same! Never happy am I? Huh!

5Fri11As I got to the last steep part of the hill, I noticed that the Nottinghamian Street Art from 3rd November, ‘The Meat Pie Carrier bag’ display Haha! Was still on show, a few yards further down the hill than the one (on the left) from last Saturday.

It had been retouched a little.

P1030865Todays updated artwork, (photograph on the right) had the now topless pies all upside down and out of the bag.

The last hundred yards was completed with a struggle. I got towards Chestnut Way, and the need for a wee-wee started to get more urgent.

P1030866I could have done without the vans and cars parking up on the pavement again! I struggled to get through with the bag. But, I can understand the driver’s problems. If they park correctly on the road, then the bus cannot get through? Hey-ho!

I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, to make use of the WC – but it was engaged. HAd a short natter with some of the residents in there waiting for the first bus.

Out and made my way quick as I could to the WC in the flat. As I limped along, I met Cyndy and Mary coming the other way. A little natter and laugh with them. Into the foyer and saw Olive in the laundry room, but dare not stop to talk to her, so need for the wee-wee now more significant than ever, I’m afraid. I waved to her and shot to the lift. It seemed to move very slowly. Hehehe! Got in, dropped everything and shot to the porcelain room.

Ahh, how satisfying to find I made it in time!

I had a wash, then put the purchases away. Did the Health Checks.

Got the computer on, and sent the INR Warfarin Anticoagulation and Health check-list for last week with this weeks to date, off to Nurse Nichole.

Made a start on updating this blog.

Brother in Law Pete sent a photo to go in today’s Inchcock. Here it is!

2Tue15c

P1030867I went to make a mug of tea, and had a look down from the unwanted needing more cleaning, light & view-blocking kitchen window, that I been given no keys for the locking safety mechanism, and only two for the four actual locks, and noticed these two birds in the lower field. Took this zoomed-in shot of them.

Then I went on Facebook to add the photographs to the albums.

2useGot the nosh prepared and served up.

Those chicken mini-sausages had garlic in them, but I enjoyed them all the same. Flavour Rating of 7.9/10 given.

Got the pots washed, did the lat Health Checks and medication taking.

Picked out some TV programmes to watch. Roughly here is what of them, I managed to stay awake to watch. Law & Order. 15 minutes of 2 hours. Heartbeat 10 minutes of 1 hour and a War Documentary 2 minutes of 1 hour. Hehe! Humph!