Inchcock Today – Thursday 14th November 2019: An aporia-ridden Day, Hey-Ho!

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Thursday 14th November 2019

Croatian: Četvrtak, 14 Studenog 2019. Godine

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23:00hrs: After so many interruptions trying to get to sleep last night, I gave-up altogether, I needed another wee-wee anyway. The GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) I had moved into readiness position by the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty, recliner. It was well-filled, and I added to it. This time with an ELRWS (Extra-Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee. The container needed emptying and sanitising, so I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and off to the kitchen I hobbled, with Arthur Itis not so bad in the knees, yet. I’m mastering (that may be too strong a word?) this multiple-footed, stand-upable stick now.

4Thu02 I took the bin in the wet room, sorted and refreshed it, then myself, and went to the kitchen. Where I was pleased with this photographicalisation on the left, that I took. I chose the Night-Landscape option on the choices dial. Rather a moody-outcome that pleased me somewhat. I saved it in 64-bit. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

3Wed07WD 60.20.0 As I got the medications out, I noticed the newly yesterday evening short-delivered prescriptions. Then, that last night’s dose was still in the blister pack – so a good start! But I’m well-pleased that I sent the email informing the Carrington Pharmacy about the problem last night. It’ll save a job, or me forgetting to do it today! True!

4Thu03I only took one Warfarin with the morning doses. Had a good swig of the cough Linctus. 

Next, I got the mushrooms in the saucepan, not heated, just marinating with some Soy sauce and Philippanese Sukang Puti (Pinakamasarap) vinegar. The strongest available! Whether the 4Thu04mushroom fungi will sink or take any of the flavours in, I’ll find out tonight. When I add them with some Nutoory tomatoes, which I got ready for slicing later as well. I’m getting very experimentationalistical with food in my old age! I hope this seasoning doesn’t prompt any postprandial problems from the rear or front-end, with the roast vegetable risotto it’s all going into. Haha!

The irritating humming droning noise is still out there all around the building. It’s being joined at this moment, by a pinging sounds occasionally? Grr! I hope some part of the building isn’t beginning to break up?

WD 60.20.0 I made a brew and got on the computer. Visited the WordPress Reader, then in the updating of the Wednesday blog. Stopping often a cross between a cough and a sneeze, and each time thought the insides of my chest would pop-out. Having so many weak unwilling mini-wee-wees, that I got the GPEWWB out again near the desk! Not much being passed, but so often, the bucket is filling up already! Hard to concentrate having to stop for a wee-wee, albeit tiny, and a cough-sneeze that needs the physical removal of the phlegm! A little recondite to explain, but ‘Pissed-offedness-Status’ was adopted! Possibly made worse by my irresistible thirst for tea, that is getting even stronger! Help!

Many hours later, I got the post finalised. Phew! Sent it off to WordPress and on Emails.

I had a touch of xerophthalmia, so sprayed some Visualise water on the eyes. I suspect it is due to the long hours watching the computer screen, perhaps? Hey-Ho!

WD 60.20.0 Each time I got up for a wee-wee, to make a cuppa or to check on something that was worrying me (Yes, it’s another of my nebbish, being nervous, pessimistic, unpropitious state of mind days), the knees seemed to get more painful? Did I leave the light on in the wet room? Have I turned off the hot water tap? Did I turn on or off the stove? What day is it? These and more worries just have to checked-out. This type of disadvantageously direful dilemma that the Stroke seems to be with me forever. However, the need for the Porcelain Throne attendance pulled me out of the self-pity syndrome. And I was off to the wet room.

4Thu05WD 60.20.0 Another dirty-great-dollop of an evacuation. Bleeding from the front (Little Inchy) and rear (Hemorrhoid Harold). But nowhere near as messy this time. You see? There is often a silver-lining if you look in-depth, long and hard enough! It helps if you are wearing the wrong glasses! Haha!

WD 60.20.0 The legs (pins), really getting back to their usual pale but yellowy-coloured skin, warped fluid-retaining mangy state. And again displaying the blood papsules, veinal growths, lumps, spots, weals, scars, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples, and maculations. With Thrombophlebitis, and assorted new Clopidogrel inspired grooves and ridges. As for the knees, they were stiffer than ever now!

WDP 11hLHowever, regardless of the bleeding and the poor state of the pins, this was not necessarily a bad thing. It took me out of the depression I was slowly falling into, by a strange sort of satisfaction, contentment, that the recent good luck I’d been having, was fading, and the acknowledged, accepted, accustomed state of perpetual-pain and discomfort had returned. I can take this condition, but me having luck and being fortunate is foreign to me. Thus, as I left the room, a smile crept over my face, and then tripped over the four-pronged walking stick. I had to laugh!

4Thu06I decided to add some of the Natoora, South Korean (Large bank account needing) mushrooms to the normal Irish ones that were already marinating in the pan. A multi-cultural nosh in the offing today. Irish and South Korean mushrooms, cooking in a Hong Kong made saucepan, while the Berkshire Italian style baked roast vegetable risotto, with Taiwan rice cooks in the Spanish-made oven. Sicilian Tiger Plum tomatoes to be added. With Philippines Sukang Puti (Pinakamasarap) vinegar, and Chinese light Soy sauce. Oh, I do hope it turns out okay! I hope to be cooking some rice in the rice-cooker soon.

Hello, the time’s shot by, better get the ablutions done, and visit Jenny. Back in a while, crocodile… I am a fool!

WDP 11hLThe ablutions went well. A few dropsies were all I had to put up with, well, a lot of dropsies really. Haha! However, no cut gums, no bleeding from shaving, Little Inchy nor Harold’s Haemorrhoids. The battle with the sock was painless (Almost!), and both sock fittings worked the first time, too! No lumps of finger trapped, 

I got the mushrooms on the lowest setting on the stove ring. Then set off, with some PPs on the three-wheeler for Jenny. I rang her bell and left them on the floor outside the door in a carrier bag.

4Thu07Got in the lift and down to the ground floor, and along the link-passage into the Winwood Court. Doing a bit of chesty-coughing en route. The tickle is back! I took a snap through the window, of the new unused as yet, al-fresco seating area. One day when the warm sun appears, I shall go out, sit on a bench, get the crossword book out, and fall asleep. Hopefully! Haha!

4Thu08I got to the Winwood foyer and went up the lift to the rooftop lounge/rest area. As the elevator door opened, I was greeted by one of the Dulux dogs that someone had put on a coffee table. It looked so real for a second or two. Haha!

4Thu09I wandered around and took a picture through the window, of the Woodthorpe Grange Park. By gum, the wind and rain were so vicious out there. The trees were bending and blowing in the vicious gusts of wind.

4Thu10I opened the automatic push-pad doors and took a photo of Woodthorpe Court, while partially under-cover beneath the eave of the opening.

It looked pretty bleak, misty, wet and depressing!

4Thu11Then I made a snap of the new rooftop veranda, with the chained-down tables and chairs. This secured them from getting blown away in the high winds. It was not done to prevent people from nicking them! He-He! No wonder with this weather, that there was no one out there. But then, there has never been anyone out there on my visits, yet!

4Thu12WD 60.20.0 I did venture out into the rain briefly, to take a shot of the blocked rooftop drains. They’ve been like this since they were built in the first place. I had a nosey around all the windows when I came back in. I wonder how many fallen leaves 4Thu13there were out there at the back of the court? Millions there must have been?

When I got in the lift to go down, I tried to catch my reflection with a thumbs-up sign in the panelling and plastic, but it didn’t work. Hey-Ho!

I called at the Oberstfureresses holding-cell office and handed some of the Red Bull Sicilian tomatoes for them to try. They were no impressed. On the way down the link corridor, Angela and Frank came in the opposite direction, and we had a mini-gossip and shared the nibbles.

WD 60.20.0 I got to the Woodthorpe lift foyer, Gawd, it’s cold in there after coming out from Winwood Court!

Up to the flat, and collected the box of recyclables. I took it balanced on the three-wheeler, down to the caretaker’s room. The lads were having a break and told me to leave the box where it was, and they’ll take it out to the bin for me, bless em! We had a natter and laugh, shared the nibbles, and I started off back to the apartment. In the lift lobby, Christine and Welsh William arrived at the same time, and we had a chinwag on the way up.

Back in the flat. Another ELRWS wee-wee was taken. Washed up and made a brew. I got a call confirming the nurse’s attendance in the morning. Oh, dear! I thought it was for next Friday, not this one!

I called xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, to cancel his and Jane’s visit. We had a good natter that I enjoyed. The weather is not going be any better anyway, according to the forecast.

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4Thu14I took to his shot of the house opposite the flats that are being upgraded, new roof, an extension built etc. to show Brother-in-Law Pete. He was in the building game for a few years. Until he won the lottery and got left a fortune by an unknown relative, and retired when he turned forty. Don’t suppose I’ll get my money and valuables back now for a while.

I got with TFZer Facebook updating for an hour or so. I turned everything off and made a start on the nosh. The ready-made risotto meal in the oven. Kept stirring the mushrooms, and after 15 minutes in the kiln, I took out the tray, and added the tomatoes and both types of mushrooms, and back into the stove for a further ten-minutes on hot. Kept an eye on the meal, all the time, stirring it once. While doing this bit of cooking, I had to take three LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wees!

4Thu21aGot the nosh served up, and it was a real delight to the taste-buds. Flavour-Rated at 8.8/10. Admitted it looked a right mess, but I ate it from the tray in the bowl-dish and saved a bit on washing up! Haha! 

I washed up and got another ‘Hustle’ DVD, series five to view. Most comforting in a way, when the nodding-off, waking and rewinding the DVD to where I fell asleep to try and watch it again repeat-circle began. I was a bit concerned that the coughing, wheezing and sneezing might disturb the neighbours, but a good swig of the Linctus and things calmed down. I did stay awake long enough to give up trying to watch the ‘Hustle’ episodes and changed to watching the TV. The adverts were on at the time, and… Zzzz! Heavenly!

WDP 11gLWD 60.20.0 Woke up a couple of hours later for yet another wee-wee, blimey, it was a long, painful reluctant one! Argh! Would be an apt word to use. Hehehe!  I stayed up, then.

May all who have read this true-clap-trap, be granted enormous, generous proportions of prosperity, providence, profit and fiscal plenteousness, and receive, benevolence, empathy and appreciation from all others today! Bless yers!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 13th November 2019: Never has one had a worserer ending to a day. Tsk!

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Wednesday 13th November 2019

Hungarian: 2019 November 13 Szerda

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23:15hrs: I fell asleep early and woke up early, back to the old much-missed panicky ‘In-Need-of-the-Porcelain Throne’ habit is back. Out of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later). Off to the wet room.

It was a mammoth evacuation, but not messy, aroma-challenging, and no bleeding from the rear-end or Little Inchy. All in all, a fair, but coughing filled session!

Washed and off to the kitchen. Took the medications and made a rich brew of Glengettie Gold tea! Then to the computer, intent of getting the updating of yesterday’s post done. But… WD 150.0.0

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WD 150.0.0 I went to set up the Rice-Cooker ready for later…but the plug would not go in the socket! After spitting, making myself cough worse than ever, and a little blue language, I gave-up! Snottleburgers! I’ll have to inform the supplier late. Grumph!

The computer was working, but so slow! So, I got the ablutions sorted early while I gave it some more time. Not a bad session, a few dropsies that’s all, and with it being so early, no noisy showering.

Back to the computerisationing, things seemed to still be a little slow, but it was working at least. Thank you, Mr Fries! I got on with the updating, and with so many photographs from the After-Stroke Physio visit, and all the altercations to report, it took a monumentally long time to get done.

WD 150.0.0 Then after posting, the Porcelain Throne was required again. It was dichotomously poles-apart from the first one, although still massive in size, it was messy. Bloody and a right stinker-phoo! Also, immediately after the evacuation finished, a wee-weeing of monumental proportions came and came and… well you get the idea, it flowed a lot! I had another bit of a struggle to stem the flow, too! Haha!

I didn’t consider things to be too bad all the same. I was getting back slowly to my regular rotten-luck, unfortunateness, boo-boos, devil’s own luck and ill-fortune. Well, after so many years of failure and my being the headmaster when it comes to coping with hard knocks, omissions and miscalculations, the last few days of having the odd little good fortune, was not a little off-putting and worrying! But I feel things are now getting back to the usual suicidal, depressionalistic style. I alright with this, I’m content, cause I’m used to it.

WDP 08LWD 150.0.0 +: As if it was timed for this blog, a Mega-Whoopsie then happened. The Morrison delivery arrived. Which had the Christmas treats on it… but, the driver spotted that one of the mini-bottles of wine, had been shattered! And he could not leave any stuff in the bad or the one next to it, for fear of shards being delivered!3Wed01f 

Fair enough! I ended up with just two carriers of food being left.

The poor driver cut his finger, trying to sort-out if anything could be delivered from the two carriers. But it was too risky for him to hand anything over. He told me to email Morrison’s with the details. Which was complicated, because they do not supply any paperwork with the delivery! Mind you, none of them does now, I don’t think. I thanked the chap and 3Wed01gaoff he went. I put away the stuff that was delivered, not a big job, and took a picture to send to Morrison’s of the goods I’d received. And went on the email to read the order snipped it, and put it on CorelDraw to put a line through the products that had to be taken back. This cost me a lot of time to get done, but I managed it.

3Wed01JIt looked clear enough to me, at least.

Then I formulated the wording so they could understand me plainly enough, ready to use on the email.

At least the roast vegetable risotto meals had been in another carrier bag, so were not affected and were delivered for me to enjoy, perhaps tonight?

Especially as I can’t use the new rice-cooker at the moment. Tsk!

Ah, well, Hey-Ho!

3Wed01LI got on the computer and Google Mail. But could I find an address for the Morrisons Customer-Service? No! I found a direct link that would not let me add photographs, which I’d hoped would save me a lot of writing.

Then, to my utter surprise, I got an email come in from Morrisons!

The driver must have phoned and advised them straight away on leaving Woodthorpe Court for me?

So, Jane and Pete, Mo, Jenny, Deana, Julie, Josie, Cyndy and the others will have to wait for their treats now!

The Intercom flashed and rang out, it was the Ocado delivery. He had the precious Glengettie Gold, and Thompsons teabags. Plus the wonderfully tasty Soul-Food vegetarian chilli and the Milk Roll bread with him! The chap put the things inside for me. Thanked him. The fridge, cupboards and freezer were now chocka-block!

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I decided to take some nibbles out in the trolley. I know that Jenny are not it today, it’s their feasting-out day. I’ll take the camera, and nip up to Lidl, no, Aldi on the bus to get some bleach. Back in a while… Hopefully! Immediate change of plans when I saw the wind blowing the hell out of the trees. I’ll go to town on the bus if I can catch it in time.

Out, down in the lift, through the link-passage and called at the Oberstgruppenfhúreress Warden Julie’s and Hauptsturmfhúreress Deana’s holding and interrogation office as I passed it on the way. Left the sourdough and milk roll loaves on the desk for them.

Quick hello to Herbert as he was starting a new jigsaw puzzle off in the main social room, and pressed on to the bus stop. A little drizzle had joined the wind. Not a soul waiting for the bus at the shelter, but there were several folks already on the bus. I got on board the Bestwood routed L9 and had a natter as I settled in a side-saddle seat, by the time I had got down, it was time to get up again to get o3Wed01Tff in Sherwood. Hehe!

I alighted at the bottom of Winchester Street hill. The L9 bus I’d just got off of can be seen in this photo on the right. I plodded on down to Mansfield Road and turned left, to visit the Ozan International Food Store. I’ve not visited it lately, because with my struggling with the trolley in the narrow aisles and steep steps3Wed02 having to be tackled getting around the store, it is a bit of hard work. However, my desire for their lemon wafers and biscuits gave me the will-power to try again. They had now started to display their fruit and veg outside on the pavement! And the food looked horrible. Withered and unappealing most of it looked. Especially some tomatoes on display, talk about macerated!

WDP 11gLWD 150.0.0 WD 150.0.0a I got in and started to have a wander in the shop. Struggling to get the trolley around with me in the narrow aisles, I came to the three steep steps up to the so-called, fresh-foods section. This is where I was in the middle of lifting the trolley as I gingerly stepped up, and had a visit from Dizzy Dennis. Twisted the knees as I had to catch my balance, and Arthur Itis kicked into life! From here on, it was limping around painfully for the rest of the day for me! Tsk! I did get some chicken sausages from the fridge. I’d had these before, and found them tasty and morish in the extreme. Which was silly really, with all the ready-meals I had at home in the fridge and freezer, What a Schmuck! I searched painfully, for some lemon wafers or biscuits without any luck. Until I was making my way limpingly (Gawd, the knees were giving me some gip now!) to the till, and I spotted they had lemon mini-lemon cakes, individually wrapped on display near the counter, and added a pack to the chicken sausages.

3Wed10aPaid the gal, and out and up Mansfield Road! Where I met Welsh William, who told me of another shop closing, a Charity outlet, sadly. So we went in to have a look for any bargains in their Clearance Sale prices. William had left, I nosied at the DVDs, in hopes of finding ‘The Negotiator’ film, but no. Still, at three for a pound, I bought these DVDs, even if I have seen them before (apart from Safe House), at that price.

WD 150.0.0 WD 150.0.0a The knees were bad, I had the occasional 3Wed03stumble when the front wheel of the trolley hit gaps and sticking up bits of the paving slabs or slid on the leaves, causing Back-Pain-Brenda to join in with Arthur Itis giving out the pain. Tsk!

A chap came and held the door open for me at the Post Office stores, as I struggled up the steep steps with the walker-guide to get inside, thank you mate! I didn’t have much success in their either. No puff-pastry fingers or Orange digestives. But I bought a pack of Vienna swirls.

3Wed05Paid the man, who was on his mobile throughout the time serving me, so I could not ask him if he was going to get any Puff Pastry fingers in stock, and I departed out into the oh, so cold sunshine. Still no rain, and the wind seemed to be dropping.

I meandered stumblingly up to and across the pelican lights over the road. And up the hill to the bus stop. Welsh William was spotted, nipping into the Coral bookies on the corner of Hall Street. It is handily placed for its many customers from Winwood Heights. With the cheap booze shop on the opposite corner, this is a boon for the alcoholics and obsessed, addicted, passionate, fanatical alcoholics and gambling-junkies at our Winwood Heights flats. I’ve only been in a bookie twice in my life, never picked a winner. Did the lottery for several years, without a single win of any size. Did the pools for donkey’s years, and won once, 4/6d (23p) for my £1 stake. So, with my record, it’s no surprise that gambling isn’t for me. But I can see the appeal all the same, for someone who is luckier than I. (Which seems everyone!) Hehehe!.

Got on the 40 bus, with Christine. We hobbled from the Winchester Street stop up to the flats. The leaves were making walking safely difficult, and Chrissie guided me onto the road and kept conk for traffic. A couple of near toppling over incidents en route to the flats. A good job Christine was with me. We nattered away and got to the lift lobby in Woodthorpe Court, where we were met by some other neighbours, Christine, Welsh William, two unknown new residents and myself rode up chinwagging as we went.

3Wed06I got in the flat, and after a wee-wee, got the nosh sorted out and served up. I had the chicken sausages with a tin of chopped tomatoes and added some passata to it. An apple, a Pop-Kek lemon cake, and a lemon curd yoghourt to follow. I ate rather too much Milk Roll bread with it, though! But it was delicious, a flavour-rating of 7.5/10!

I was feeling suddenly drained, out of energy, which is a regular occurrence, I put the tray on the chair, and simply nodded off into heavenly blissful sleep!

3Wed11WD 150.0.0 Huh! The landline chirped and flashed into life. I grumblingly freed my cumbersome-plump body from the recliner an answered the call. It was a nurse lady from the Medicines Team. The After-Stroke woman who did the six-month Check-up on me had reported to her that I need assistance and have problems with the medications? She arranged to visit me next Wednesday at 09:30hrs. Oh? I thanked her and took the meal things to be washed up. Had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee, and moved the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) to next to the recliner, I think it will likely be needed overnight.

WD 150.0.0 I got settled again in the second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige coloured rickety recliner, and turned on the TV, to watch some ‘Hustle’ DVD. But soon the doubts of whether I had turned off the hot water tap appeared, and I just had to go and check on it, to find all was okay… But it was lucky that I did this because I’d left the hob on the stove one! Self-Disgust-Mode-Adopted!

Back in the recliner, irritated and low in spirits now. I got the DVD back on, with subtitles of course. And was soon back in the land of Nod! Ah, lovely!

WD 150.0.0 The door chime rang out! I gave a sigh of fed-upness, Hauled my weary torso and attached ailments from the rickety recliner, I put on a dressing gown and answered the door, with full comprehensiveness lacking, I must admit. A young lady handed me a parcel of prescription medications. I thanked her and placed them on the kitchen worktop.

WD 150.0.0 I returned to the recliner and got down to rest again. But not for long. Sleep was now refusing to come. My thought-riddled brain would not allow it. Something was wrong, out-of-order, not right, needed doing, whatever it was, it bugged me not knowing! I got up to check that I’d closed the door properly, yep, all done. Then, ‘Had I taken the evening medications yet? The now puddled mind was playing me up. All these interruptions didn’t help, and my temporary dementedness was a handicap too. I thought I’d get up yet again, to check the tablet-blister packs to check on the doses left in.

WD 150.0.0 3Wed07Entering the kitchen and seeing the pack of medications, it dawned on me what I was worried about – the pack was nowhere near the size it usually is, so I opened it up, to find that there were no Warfarin tablets. No Paracetamols. Also, no Duodenal Donald medicines and no Macrogul sachets! Something else to worry about, and have to sort out! (I forgot all about not taking the evening medications – Grumph!)

WDP 11fLGot the computer on and sent an email to the Pharmacist. Turned off, and back to the recliner.

WD 150.0.0 Could I get to sleep again?

Could I Boggleshine!

Inchcock Today – Monday 11th November 2019: A day short on explicitnesses, mixed, but with moments of perspicuousness

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Monday 11th November 2019

Samoan: Aso Gafua 11 Novema 2019

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WDP11LWD 100.20.0 00:30hrs: I woke up feeling terribly sorry for myself and in a self-loathing mood at the same time. The mind was not really interested in working on anything else. Getting free of the Xyrophobia-suffering, flat-robbing Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, was so easy, almost painless! I thought I might still be sleeping or had died and was dreaming.

I was soon uprightish, had grabbed the stick (oddly the walking was such a lot easier this morning, with no dizzies or shakes?), and off to the kitchen. As I got the kettle on, the summoning from my innards for a visit to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. The evacuation was, erm…, well, it astounded me! Fair enough, there was the usual massive dollop coming out, but not messy, no pain at all, no bleeding, and no fluids escaping with it!

WD 100.20.0 I stood there afterwards, pondering for a few seconds. Had I actually woken up yet? I reviewed the happenings and non-happenings of the day so far. Finding the situation to be inscrutable: No hassle whatsoever from Anne Gyna, Hernia Henry, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, no stubbed toe or the Cornelia Corns, no Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing! Minimal bother from Rheumatoid Arthur Itis,  Peripheral neuropathy, Tight Chest Charlie, Polyneuropathy Pete, or Arnold Axonotmesis! Even the sore throat and coughing was easier. Not only these but the howling, droning noise that surrounds the flat 24/7 sounded less loud to me? I suppose I should have felt delighted and gratified, but the EQ was preventing this, with it’s “Don’t get too excited” message.

WD 100.20.0 1Mon 01With a sense of unrealism, I made my way back to the kitchen and got the kettle back on, and made a brew, getting the medications out ready. A feeling of vagueness lingered within me. My thoughts were all over the place now, mind-blasts peppering the brain, unanswered questions to the fore… Oh, dearie me!

1Mon02I tried taking a picture of the view from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed new kitchen windows, with the unreachable for old farts panes of glass to be cleaned. I tried the Nightime Panorama option on the Nikon camera this time. Then, I got the medications imbibed and off to the computer to get the updating of Sunday’s post done.

Although there were precious few photographs taken yesterday, it still took me several hours to get the job completed. I think the main reason being my lack of concentration today. The mind-blast of questions, fears, and the nervous-making EQ quoting away at me caused some concern. Am I finally going bonkers? Hehe!

WD 100.20.0 During the updating work, I must have had four mugs of tea, and taken around ten or twelve wee-wees! All pathetic attempts of the WSS (Weak-Short-Sprinkly). In total, the passed liquid might just have filled a small cup!

I made a start on this blog. Then went on the TFZer Facebook page to catch up. I enjoyed that.

Ah, I have just seen the calendar, Iceland delivery this morning. Better ger a stand-up was done before the time arrives. Today’s lack of pains and Accifauxpas continued with the ablutionalisational session! No cut gums doing the teggies. No cuts shaving! No bleeding from Little Inchies lesion! And, as well as and besides, only three dropsies! Mmm?

Also, the Phlebotomy Nurse is due some time today to take the blood.

I made a brew and took another WSS wee-wee. Then got on CorelDraw to do some in advance.

WDPH01LMany hours spent graphicalisationing, during which, first, the delightfully attractive, twinkle-eyed, desirable, breathtakingly sultry-looking, 5’4″, perfectly-bodied, beautiful Polish phlebotomy nurse arrived to take some blood for the INR Warfarin test. The old heart, even if it is plastic and metal, fluttered! We had a natter while she removed the haemoglobin, I handed her some of the Lemon Wafers, she said goodbye and shot off, leaving a Nottingham Pensioner, a tad sad at her going.

I popped down to Jenny & Franks flat with some nibbles and PP’s. No answer, I left the morsels on the door handle in a carrier, and carried the PP’s back down, cause I did not want to block the hallway by leaving them outside Jenny’s door, I can take them down again later on.

WDPG02RBack to the CorelDrawing. An hour or so later, my Iceland food delivery arrived. Items short delivered, monies to be returned to my account within nine-working days… Mmm! Still, seeing the food made my mind up what to have for my early din-dins.

1Mon09aBack to the CorelDrawing. Many, many WSS wee-wees later, and hours later, the time arrived for the nosh to be made. I had a ready-made meal, the Iceland bean & sausage casserole, adding some tomato and bacon cooking sauce part-way through cooking, and was eaten with far too many slices of the Milk Roll bread I’d defrosted. I put the extra sauce into the food, cause there seemed an awful lot of red peppers in it this time, to cool it down a bit. It wasn’t bad at all — flavour rating, 7/10.

I decided, that late as it was in the day, if the rice-cooker arrived in time, I could go to the Sherwood shops and get some… wait for it, the one thing missing… Rice!

Back to the CorelDrawing. Going to the wet room, and the intercom chirped into life and lit up. Aha, it was the Rice-Cooker! When the young man had delivered it, I hastily opened the box and investigated the contents.

 

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The instruction leaflet will need a good reading before I dare try it out. Anyway, this made me decide to catch the bus down into Sherwood to get some rice, which sort to get, was a gamble, but still. I got the things ready. I collected some of the too large-for-me PPs, to drop off at the Oberstgruppenfhreress Warden Julie’s and Hauptsturmfhureress Deana’s holding and interrogation office as I pass on the way down. Bit of a struggle to carry, with the bag of recyclables, I wanted to leave near the bin, but I managed it. I took some Christmas treats as well. I set off down and placed the box outside the caretaker’s bin. Doubts about whether or not I should venture out came in question, as the rain and the terrible wind blew! Walking along the link-passage to Winwood Court, the incredible warmth hit me, ah, another world. I got to the Oberschutzeress Warden’s cell and tapped nervously on the door. Handed the PPs over, and the treats. I went through the significant social room on the way to the bus stop, and I stopped for a chinwag with Mo and Herbert, who were doing a crossword together.

Then on and almost into Winchchester Court until I saw the deterioration in the weather through the windows! This decided me not to go out, I’ve got to go out in the morning, to catch the bus to the After-Stroke Physio Torture… I mean, session!

I can see no solution to the parking problem1Mon09 at Winwood Heights. I imagine that one day, either a bus will hit a vehicle parked half-on the kerb and blocking room at the buses turning island. Or someone will get knocked over having to walk with their trolley-guides on the road, cause they cannot get by the cars parked on, and already breaking-up the new tarmac pavement. But what else can they do? An accident, injury or death might encourage someone to tackle the issue, or even identify, recognise that it exists? I mean, let’s face it, it is an old people’s prison… erm, complex. Hehe!

I returned to the flat, and had a wee-wee, washed, then made a brew and sat down to watch some of the Hustle DVD. Fell asleep!

1Mon13

WDP 11hLI was caught out when I woke up, the late sun, although heatless, had blossomed out, the rain had stopped. The most noticeable thing was the legs had lost nearly all their Clopidgrel, bruises, lumps. welts and blotches! Fair enough, they had started the fluid retentioning again. But it was nice to see them without the blemishes, blood-papsule and ecchymosis scars! It’s really incredulous, inconceivable, how things have changed so suddenly! Mind you, the cramps are still there. Haha!

Ten-minute or so later, I drifted off again. I woke up, to the most beautiful skyline showing through the balcony door windows. I took a shot through the glass, then went out to take another one, through the open window.

1Mon10

WD 100.20.0 Which proved to be a painful experience. I trapped my finger when closing the metal spring shutter, that needs pushing in and pulling at the same time to use it. Tripped over the raised door runner on the way back in. Fortunately keeping my balance and not going over. Slid the door shut behind me. Turned and went tit-over-tail onto the floor, as I got myself entangled with the four-pronged walking stick!

WD 100.20.0 Getting back up was a battle, but the use of leverage from the rickety recliner helped me get up.

It’s been a day of mixed blessings.

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 10th November 2019: A mixed Day… No, it was ‘orrible!

1 Nov 10

2019 Tnov 10

Sunday 10th November 2019

Zulu: NgeSonto 10th kaNovemba 2019

0Nov 10

23:50hrs: I woke up in need of a wee-wee. The sensation was so strong and demanding, so without any other thoughts, I battled-free of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. The one that my Xyrophobia-suffering, crooked Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-robbing, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later).

WD 51.51.153 Off to the wet room, and faffled about a bit panicky, to free Little Inchy in time… The trickle was over in seconds! Ah, now I’m back to the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) mode! Yet yesterday morning, I had jets oozing out? Ah-well, at least it was blood and pain-free.

No dreaming last night, that I can remember, anyway. The RAI (Rheumatoid Arthritis) in the knees seems to be on strike: I’ve never had them less painful than they are now! A risky, Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Got the kettle on, and off to the Porcelain Throne. A hard slog, this session. A bit of bleeding and a long time spent again awaiting movements to start, then to finish!

Cleaned up and to the kitchen, where the medications were got ready, and the brew made. I tried to take three photographs and joining them together to give an idea of the panoramic view from the building, but it didn’t come out too well.

7Sun02

7Sun 01I got the tea and medications to the computer and started to update the diary.

But soon had to change plans, some bleeding from the Little Inchy area needed checking out, and I did the Ablutions afterwards.

And a highly successful session it was! Not too many dropsies and the sock-glide battl7Sun03e won. The shower head was not dropped once! Mind you, I didn’t have a shower, but a stand-up wash. Hahaha! Go on, have a laugh! The toothpaste and brush were handles with a certain dexterity, that has not been present for a long, long time! (Things changed later, Tsk!)

WD 51.51.153 Back to the computer and cold tea. Took the medications, and pressed on with the Sunday post updating. This cost me four hours, then another hour and a bit, to amend and correct all the mistakes I found! The reason for the delays were not the shakes, or computer playing up, but sheer carelessness, laxity, inattentiveness and barratry on my behalf!

WDP 11LSerious Point, or Fault I’ve found in me after the stroke: When something new arises, that is of concern of any sort, lost item, forgotten arrangement, something breaks down or fails to work, since the stroke, I get fixated on trying to correct, amend or find out why things have happened. Whatever I was doing at the time of realising the worry or problem, fades into oblivion, the new problematical issue, taking over priority in the brain. This often annoys people who are incapable of understanding my situation, as it must seem to them, that I am ignorant! As soon as the new issue is sorted (if it is), I start to panic over the forgotten earlier difficulty or task not being done again. I have mentioned this to the Speech Therapist lady, who said she would try to get me to see someone who might help me. Being aware of this strait causes self-hatred for doing it, but does not offer any solution in itself. Then the depression at my own actions and inabilities arrives.

I got the blog finished and posted off, then went on CorelDraw to make a couple of Thoughts graphics up for later use.

Then, on the advice of my Cyber-Buddy, Tim, I ordered a 6Sat16small rice cooker, from Amazon.

I phoned Sister Jane & Pete, and the battery on the little-used and hated mobile phone was showing critical! Pete is still awaiting his appointment for the hospital to have his brain-cells ‘Stealing-Brother-in-Laws-Valuables’ removed. Haha! No, no, no! His inner growth further inspected. Fingers crossed all goes well. They were happy I think, at Nottingham Forest’s beating of Derby. And their shares and investments rising by 8.4% so far this year. 

7Sun03I got Josie’s nosh prepared. Smoked haddock, cheesy-potatoes, tuna, gherkins, beetroot, mushy peas, mushrooms and tomatoes, with a gin & tonic and limoncello dessert. Delivered it to her door, had a quick few words and back to make my dinner. Cheesy potatoes, beetroot, gherkins, tomatoes, smoked haddock, mushy peas, mushrooms… Yes, almost a carbon copy of 7Sun04Josie’s. I had some fresh orange juice and an apple for afters though.

The fatigued feeling came after I’d eaten the nosh. But the washing up still had to be done, so off to the kitchen and sorted it out. It took a longish time, and things were dropsied a few times, as the finger-ends started to lose responses to touch. Fact is, it was a nightmare!

WDP 11fLWD 51.51.153a I dropped the washing up bottle, that needed the floor cleaning and making safe again. Various pieces of cutlery, some back into the bowl, others on the floor. The washing-up brush made several trips out of the hand!  But I got it done. Then I stripped off, got the jammies and dressing gown on, and did the hand-washing.

WDP 11eLWD 51.51.153a No accifauxpas in doing the washing, but the rinsing-out was a challenge, and my losing grip caused water to get on the floor, several times! Good job I have (well, had) a good stock of kitchen towels in. Hehe!  The wringing out after using the fabric softener, again cause problems, the water flowed down the front of the sink and even over me, thus more drying up was needed. And the dressing gown needed drying out then! Grumph! On the bright side, Arthur Itis was not too upset with all the knee-bending, and no Dizzy Dennis visits, surprisingly! A slight Supercilious-Mode-Engaged!

I got the shirt and gown hung up, and the socks and towel on the airer, and was amazed at my ability to cope with the things I’d just done – but the weariness won, and I settled into the £300 second-hand c1968 recliner, in search of rest and peace. Incapacitated!

The Hustle DVD was put on. For which I stayed awake for almost a full episode, before the nodding-off, waking and rewinding, then falling asleep again cycle started.

Too many moments of guilt for me to enjoy today.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 9th November 2019: Repetitive dream. Escaped the flat – Chinwags – No getting wet. But I messed up the meal again! Tsk!

1 Nov 09

2019 Tnov 09

Saturday 9th November 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 9fed Tachwedd 2019

0Nov 09

WDP 11aR01:30: I opened my runny eyes, coughed and felt the throat sorer as I did; and spotted the pages from the scribble pad scattered around my mountainous-like body, on the recliner, the chair, the carpet, between my legs, and even one crumpled into the folds of my stomach-creases! I cunningly used the remote control to turn the TV on, so I could get some light to investigate what had been going on.

WD 171.0.171 I recalled having a dream, and it came to light that the notes about the nightmare were written, but most were calligraphically incomprehensible. I don’t remember actually scrawling the reminders, but do retain some bits of the dream in the grey-cells. There were so many pages with a high amount of writing on them, how long had the dream lasted for? After going through them, I dished them into the bin because they were so alike and reminded me of a Doctor’s script, unreadable! I was taking a driving test on a bus, AEC Regent V (approx. 1965) A man behind the window at my rear, kept telling me to turn off the air-conditioning, and I was telling him, we don’t have any air-conditioning! And that is about the best I can remember about this part of the dream?

6Sat05a

Representation wot-I-dun, of the dream

Later, or in another dream that followed, I kept throwing myself off of a roof, getting mangle when I hit the concrete pavement, then getting back up on my feet, and climbing dozens of flights of stairs back up to the rooftop, and lunging off the roof again! Repeatedly!

How it all ended, I’ve no idea.

WD 171.0.171 I sensed the need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne. Out of the recliner, stick in hand and off the wetroom without delay I went. Oh, ‘eck, a painful session this one was! Things started off as usual, but half-way through, everything ground to a halt! Eery effort to get things going again nearly brought tears to my eyes. (They did actually!) Moving motion on slowly, the evacuation was completed! Ahh! The assuagement, the blessed relief! I was sure that things would be bloodied and messy in the rear-lower quarters, but no mess, and no bleeding either! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

To the kitchen and was cheered up a little more, when I realised there was no handwashing to be sorted. Smug-Mode-Stage 2-Adopted! I took the medications and a swig of the cough linctus and made a brew of Glengettie tea.

I concentrated on getting the graphics sorted on CorelDraw then, ready to go on the templates. This took a couple of hours and three mugs of tea.

Then, a pleasant surprise, I needed a wee-wee. But was not ready for the violent nature of it, after going two days with barely a trickle, the LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) wee-wee, must have been really ready to come out. And boy, did it! Haha!

I washed and returned to the computer, the ever-present humming, droning noise was getting more and more annoying! How anyone who has normal hearing can cope with it, I can’t imagine! I persevered, and another couple of hours, three blasting wee-wees and a neuropathic right-leg dance or two later, I got it finished and posted off.

I went for another brew and wee-wee (Yes, it’s flowing again, now!) I saw the moon had moved to the front of the building and took a few pictures of it. The shakes made it hard to hold steady, but I managed to get a couple of half-decent for me, close-ups.

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I went on the WordPress Reader section, again some great stuff on it.

WD 171.0.171 The leg cramps gave me some bother, but much more concerning was the neck cramps Likely cause I do rarely get these.

WD 171.0.171 Then, off to the Throne for a second session! How such a dollop came out the size it was, gobsmacked me!

Got ready to get the ablutions done. I hope to get out today for a hobble around, and buy myself a magnifying glass so I can read the instructions on the medications and cooking ingredients on packets. Ah, well, off to the wet room.

WD 171.0.171 For an amazingly incident-ridden shave and shower session. First thing, a wee-wee, that proved to me that the wee-weeing was returning to its power-mode with an LHLNC (Long-Hosepipe-Like-No-Sensation) passing. I few spots of blood from the fungal lesion, but I’ll clean and medicate things after the shower.  Then:

I think the toothbrush spent more time in the sink or on the floor than it did in my hand! The fingers had suddenly become touch-insensitive, which concerned me a tad for the shaving to come.

  • The toothpaste and brush were lost a couple of times.
  • As I took a swig of the mouthwash, the shakes came on, and I’ve loosened one of my few remaining teggies! Tsk!
  • The shaving foam was dropped twice. 6Sat17
  • A razor went to the deck via various obstacles, like the sink, my stomach, the trolley.
  • The nerve-damage cause a few slicing off of the top of the mini-boils.
  • A sneeze joined in with the coughing, and I clouted my wrist on the sink rim. I ma7Sun03y have said something like, ‘Oh, dearie me!’ or ‘Bother!’
  • Then, did the same thing again!
  • Showered, I grabbed the head to spray off the soap, dropped it, and it hit my head, opening the bleeding again.
  • As I bent to retrieve the shower-head, I clouted the bonce against the hand-rail!
  • 6Sat18I lost grip of the towel a few times.
  • Then the haemorrhoid cream tube, three times!
  • The body spray, just once.

The legs were not looking too bad at all. No water retention or as far as I could tell, or any new spots, blobs, lumps or bruises!

6Sat19The knees were looking fine, with the ridges, much of the warpedness and bruising all gone now, and the veins seemed to be dying down, too, much to my surprises. But give it time, especially after the Physio session next Tuesday! Haha!

The sock-glide battle was a draw. I got dressed and cleaned the shower, and off into the kitchen to make up the rubbish bags and one of recyclables.

I got the black bags on the trolley, big white one in my hand, and was off to the waste-chute to deposit the black ones down.

Back to the flat and checked things were all safe, and out again to the bus stop, taking the big white bag with me. Chatted briefly with a lady in the lift, then with Angela in the lobby, she was waiting for family members to pick her up, and out depositing the white bag near the caretaker’s door.

Cindy came out and we nattered as we walked to the bus stop together. I enjoyed that, I do love a good chinwag and laugh! I had some more socialisationing en route to Arnold. Where I dopped off at the Asda-Walmart store, not that getting off was easy today. As usual, I let everyone else off first so I didn’t block or delay them. But I fumbled a little getting up, and the driver closed the door before I could get to it. Haha!

6Sat07It (Asda) didn’t look too busy as I approached the entrance. But when I got inside, it was mayhem! Empty shelves, dangerous trolley-pushes, impatient shoppers and an atmosphere that warned me to take care!

WD 171.0.171 I was a little puddled about the bus times to get home. Cindy had told me on the bus, but with the excitement of having a yackety-yak, the bus times had drifted into the ether. But I thought things would be alright. With the L09 being only every two hours on Saturday, I could always catch a City-bound bus to Sherwood, and if I miss the L9 there, I can always take a steady walk up the hill back to the flats, so I put this worry out of my head. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

6Sat20WD 171.0.171 I spent over an hour on a vagabondish, ambling, peregrinating wander around, with no aims of what to buy, because I’d left the shopping list at the flat. ‘Feel-a-Twit’ Mode Engaged! I ended up at the self-serve tills with: A packet of Hoisin sauce, Cox’s apples, a tin of chilli-con-carne (On offer), Orange chocolate digestives A weakness of mine, they should never have started making them again!) and a Milk Roll Loaf.

6Sat08I exited the shop and walked down Front Street to the Iceland shop, to get one of their half & half Milk Roll loaves. But they did not have any in. So, after a nosey around, I left without getting anything.

WD 171.0.171 Then I foolishly called into the Boyes store. Where I got well-carried away! Especially considering I only went in to see if they ha6Sat20d any cheap Magnesium tablet for sale!

I came out after spending £27, with, Lemon Toilet spray, Two Thermal long sleeve shirts, and a fleece Pajama set! And a considerable dollop of guilt!

I walked along to the Fulton Foods store, to see if they had any bargains on offer. En route, I decided I must ring Sister Jane and Pete in the morning, to how they are and if Pete has his appointment with the special specialist yet at the City Hospital. It might be a chance for Pete to see an ‘I mustn’t Steal all the monies and valuables from my Brother-in-law when he’s in hospital’, perhaps? Hehehe!

6Sat09I had an idle meander around the Fulton store. But only bought a bottle of sterilised milk, I wanted to try it with the Thompson’s teabags. I paid the lady and plodded down to the bus stops and perused which one was for a city-bound bus that went through Sherwood, and the sign indicated it was due shortly. A number 87 was expected in ten-minutes, so I settled to 6Sat10wait for that one.

WD 171.0.171 The smell from the Arnold District Council waste bin was not very nice.

The bus arrived, a single decker, the type with the deadly slip-offable side-saddle seating installed! And I nearly did a few times en route to Sherwood!

WD 171.0.171 I got off the bus safely enough. I worked out that I had about 20 minutes before the L9 was due. Then hobbling down the hill, the three-wheel trolley-walker hit a crack in the pavement, and I all but went over! Tsk!

6Sat11WD 171.0.171 I had a look at the latest ‘High-Class’ Rikshaw restaurant across to the road. To see if I could spot my first customer ever seen in it, none there. It was so sad to see. The pictures of their food shown on the web are superb. The seven people working there are all young, and the photo of them at the opening, 1Mon 01showing such enthusiasm and hopes is disheartening. Their only mistake was positioning their business in Sherwood. So many other cooked food retailers have gone bust over the last few years. It amazes me that owners do not realise this? Let’s hope for a miracle upturn in trade.

6Sat12I wanted to go into the Mind charity shop to have a look if they had by chance got a DVD of The Negotiator in stock. The Oxfam store next to it. They do have a big selection for sale normally. But I could not get up the steps into the shop with the trolley-guide. Tsk! So I tried going in there, fortunately, a chap helped me out by holding the door open for me, bless him, 1Mon 01as I climbed their step to get in. But it is not as bad as the Mind shop’s is to mountaineer. The Oxfam store was busy inside, and getting about by people and displays, decided me to get back out again. Oddly, the same chap who had assisted me in getting into the shop helped me out again.

6Sat13WD 171.0.171 I fumbled my way up to the bus shelter. Sherwood was a busy place this afternoon. With so many people about, an ignorant scum-bag of an anti-social Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, road in front of the bus stop where people were standing and sitting, to avoid being delayed by pedestrians who filled the pavement behind the bus stop shelter!

He certainly made me jump as the git of an animal shot by, two feet away from my face! If you are reading this you slime-ball – please come round and we can discuss your atrocious, menacing, objectionable, offensive, bullying, unacceptable, antagonistic, belligerent, illegal actions! If you are too scared, frightened out of your wits, or nervous to use the road, or just enjoy scaring old folks, you should not be on a bike! You invertebrate cowardly amoeba! Grrr!

6Sat14The bus arrived, and I struggled on and was soon back at the flats. It was lovely and warm in the link-passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court’s lift lobby. But the goose-bumps came out once I was in there. Brr!

IA lady arrived as I was awaiting the lift, both of them were on the 15th floor? We had a little natter and laugh on the way up.

6Sat15I got in the flat and had a wee-wee. Ah! Back to the WAOQ (Weak-All-Over-Quickly) jobs. I got the food purchases on the server-trolley ready for putting away.

Then back for another WAOQ wee-wee?

Full of enthusiasm, I planned my cooking of the expensive Chinese sausage. I decided to cook them with the rice in the saucepan, and the smell as they cooked drove me barmy, it was so aromatically good!

6Sat16No hand-washing today. My thoughts were on this meal cooking and the expected deglutition and my coenaculous delight!

My mouth was watering as I eventually got it served up in the dish. My anticipation and phagomania were rampant…

WDP11LWD 171.0.171 Oh dearie me! What a blunder, faux pas, and excrescence my cooking of the sausages turned-out to be! They tasted raw! In the bin they went! I could have bawled! All that time and expense in buying the links, and again a meal ends up in the waste-tub! I did something wrong that’s for sure. Well, not all of meal this time, just the Chinese sausage. The rice with Hoisin sauce and tomatoes, was actually rather good on its own as it turned out. It got a flavour-rating of 7/10 from me. I must ask my cyber-buddy Tim, what I did wrong, or didn’t do that I should have. (As it happens, in the morning a message was received from the lad, telling me a way to cook, boil the sausages, before adding them to the rice, so that’s the plan for the rest of the sausages for Saturday night’s meal)

The fatigue dawned, and I got a DVD on, the Hustle one, season Two part one on the TV. After only ten minutes or so of short nodding-offs and rewinds, the blessed sleep overcame me… blessedly also, no odd dreams followed!

23:50hrs, I sprang awake in need of a wee-wee… Here we go again, Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 6th November 2019: Farcicalness, Frustrations & a Food disaster!

1 Nov 06

2019 Tnov 06

Wednesday 6th November 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 6ed Tachwedd 2019

0Nov 06

As if I needed a warning!

WDP 13cLWD 0.0.30B 01:35hrs: Woke, coughing, and feeling sorry for myself as the sore-throat seemed to be burning. I pondered a few seconds on what day it was, and the duties and desires needed to be completed, how and when they will be carried out logistically and physically.

WDP 13cLWD 0.0.30B But I was soon fumbling my way out of the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the four-legged walking stick, and off to the Porcelain Throne. For perhaps one of the worst evacuations I’ve had in a while. The constant expectation of it starting lasted for a ten-minute crosswording session – and then things moved, a tiny bit, and stayed there! I felt like my body would split-open at any time! As eventually activity began, painfully, progressively and procaciously, I could either feel or sense the blood trickling through. Much later, the final uncontrollable burst of activity came, welcomingly quickly, the splash was unheard, I think things must have already been in the water before that final push. I stayed exactly where I was for a few moments, almost weary, but still glad things had been completed at last.

WDP 13cLWD 0.0.30B This feeling did not last long after I rose from the throne and saw the state of the Porcelain, which surprised me. The evacuated material had somehow disappeared altogether, leaving traces of itself and some splattered hæmorrhœa everywhere! I set about cleaning things and myself up. I must get some more of the haemorrhoid cream if I go out today.

All cleaned and refreshed, I returned to the recliner-room to investigate the state of it. Remarkably, no signs of nocturnal-nibbling, any dropped or spilt articles or items, but the reserve walking stick was not hanging on the door handle where I usually leave it? Not too bothered, I’m bound to come across it later. I tend to keep the short stick near the front door, and the reserve one on the kitchen or front door handle, and use the four-pronged stick, that many times, because it can be left standing of its accord so as to speak, I forget about it, and spreading the others around, means in the event of any Colly-Wobbles or Dizzy Dennis spells, I don’t have far to go to get support.

Doing this spreading around of the sticks actually makes me feel good. To me, it shows I still have some little logicality, lucidity, and smidges of organisational integrity and semi-clarity left in me. So my lethologica, absent-minded, forgetfulness, paramnesia moments, and waters of Lethe incidents don’t get to me so much. I think anyway! No doubt there will be more Whoopsiedangleplops which will test me later on. I believe that my tendency for such Whoopsiedangleploppery (Thanks to Tim Hancock, from New Mexico for this word), needs to be tackled, but who can anyone help in this?

3Wed001bI made a brew of strong flavoured Thompsons tea and took the morning medications.

Off to the computer, and had a dedicated session of updating the Tuesday post. The finger-tip-nerves were not too bad, and I pressed on determined to get the job finished in time for me to catch the 09:30hr L9 bus, to Arnold. And boy, did it take some doing! Tons of photographs to be loaded, edited in CorelDraw, and then be added to the blog. This task took me over five hours! But without many wee-weeing, which is making me worry a bit?

I then went on the TFZer Facebooking, another couple of hours. Then the WP reader section. Finally, turning everything off and going to get the ablutions sorted, as there was not much time left if I was to catch the bus.

There is missing writing here… the tag died one me, and I lost everything!

Re-written in the morning: I went to catch the bus and knew there would be a chance of my missing it. So I hastened down, and out along the front on Chestnut Walk to the bus stop. I had a jolly nattering session with others.

The L9 arrived within a couple of minutes. I got on the right bus for once (Hehe!) First time I’ve seen the bus fully-filled at out stop, before. All the side-saddle seats were taken up, and with trolleys taking up three of the spaces. I got a bruise or two getting my mass in a tangle with the three-wheeler getting into an ordinary seat. Most folks dropped off in Sherwood. I moved to a side-saddle seat, which was not comfortable with a James Hunt supporting driver.

3Wed001I had a viewing of the book on 1950’s cars loved in England. I had the urge to go somewhere other than the Asda-Walmart to do my shopping after they had let me down with the delivery, so I dropped off in Daybrook and went straight into the Sainsburys store. Which proved to be an expensive choice. Tsk!

WDP 13cLWD 0.0.30B I spent well over an hour strolling around, being assaulted bu other customers elbows, bags, shopping carts, having my feet trodden on, elbow bashing, and merely being walked into by a couple of them! It was a lesson, in future, I must not go into this store again: Their customers are violent and were not kind to me today. Haha!

WDP 13cLWD 0.0.30B At the self-serve checkout, I had an embarrassing few incidents of incidents. I gat ti putting the things through, and when it came to the DVD, it was locked in a security casing, so I asked an assistant, he said, “Not me, I’m off for a break, ask them!”, pointing in the  general direction of two young ladies having a natter. I stood patiently waiting for them to stop, which they did a few minutes later, and one of them shook her head up and said dominantly, “Yes?” I apologised for bothering her and handed her the DVD, and she offered an automatic smile, tutted, muttered, and went off to take the security tag off of the DVD. I returned to the cash-till, and a couple of more items were put though, as she returned and handed me the CVD-DVD, then went back to her natter with the other assistant. I carried on and got the things through. Taking care to position the heavy stuff for the trolley bag, and lighter goods for the carrier bag separately from each other.

WDP 13cLWD 0.0.30B When it came to paying the rather large bill of over £39, I put the digits in the card reader, and nothing happened. I signalled to the nattering assistant again, and she came over and gave me a look that said, “This old fart should not be allowed out on his own!” As she pointed out, that I had not inserted the card in the machine! I did feel the right Schmuck!

WDP 13cLWD 0.0.30B I thanked her, feeling a proper idiot, and carried on and paid. I struggled a bit to get the things into the bag and carrier, but the trolley seemed semi-stable as I was walking away, now having to rush a bit to get to the bus stop on time, I looked back to see if I had left anything on the checkout, and was extremely glad I did! I’d left the card in the machine! I returned to collect the cash-card. I spotted the ladies still deep in conversation, both offered me a look that spoke volumes, one of detestation and nauseousness. The other of guilt, perhaps at not noticing the card cock-up I made?

WDPH01LI came out of the store, feeling an even bigger shmo than earlier, and panicked a smidge, convinced I would now miss the bus. Fortunately, the L9 was a couple of minutes late, and I made it with about 30 seconds to spare. So, the day was mixed with some good and bad luck! A couple of Winwoodonian’s who got on the same bus pointed out how lucky I was!

3Wed01gaWDP 11LI got the receipt out and read through it on the way home. Surimi Royal fish, Graham’s whole organic milk, a can of gammon, a turnip, black beans, cough linctus (I can keep one in the shopping bag for when I’m out, the other in the kitchen. [Smug-Mode-Adopted]) baby beetroot, packets of mild chilli sauce, passata, roast cashew nuts, the DVD ‘We Die, Young’, a cheese baton, Dried onions, mushrooms, tomatoes and a pot of Magnesium tablets (Cramp-easers!) Unnervingly, I realised I had bought both a vegetarian and a proper meat packets of Pork Ribs in sauce. I do remember looking at them both but felt sure I got only the meat one… Obviously, I was wrong. Another bêtise on my behalf, Grumph! I’ll have this for tonight’s nosh, and get it out of the way. Otherwise, I’ll never eat it, served me right!

3Wed01fBack at the flats, I made my way through the link-passage into the big room. Where I stopped for a natter with a couple of folks. The fruit and veg man had not yet set-up his stall, so I thought I can always pop down again later. Which of course didn’t happen, I forgot all about it!)

I got the fodder put away, still annoyed at myself for getting two different pork ribs packs! I left the vegetarian one out for cooking, and put some mushrooms in the pan, and tomatoes ready for slicing and adding later. The imitation pork ribs, I must say, when I opened the packet, it looked and smelt good.

I got the not-meat in the oven. And set the timer to remind me to add the mushrooms, tomatoes and extra bbq sauce later. Sliced the tomatoes ready, and got on with the handwashing.

Which with the jammie-bottoms, took a little longer than planned. I stopped when the alarm sounded and put the extras in the tray, and back in the oven.

Then finished the washing and got it hung up.

3Wed01iI got the meal served-up on the serving tray, I used the oven dish instead of a plate, to save time washing up Hehe! It appeared to be tasty enough to me, with the tom’s and mushrooms, an apple the cheesy baton, and a can of Pepsi, I got settled into the recliner to feast! Full of contentment and anticipation.

WDP09LWD 0.0.30B 3Wed23What words can I use? What can I say? Just when I anticipated a royal feast and thought my allotriophagy had found success. The flavour and context, of the imitation pork, was disgusting! Deglutition was hard, especially with the sore throat. Most of this abhorrent meal was binned, and rightfully so! Oy-yoy-yoy, the disgustingest and indigestible, chronically bad-tasting vegetarian dish I’ve ever had! Eurgh! All sugary and sweet! My Taste-Rating of 1/10 is the best I can manage, I might as well of just ate a bag of sugar!

I threw away the ribs and loaf, but I did eat the tomatoes and mushrooms, with some milk roll bread. The cheesy baton, very hard crust, was too much for my sore throat and mouth ulcers to cope with. I settled down and wondered whether I should watch the DVD or some TV – not that it mattered, I fell asleep before making a decision!

Worra day!

 

Inchcockski – Tues 5th Nov 19: Soaked to the skin, Farcical Physio session, and got soaked again going home! Stayed awake to snap the fireworks, but I’m not too hopeful! Asda, cancelled my order?

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2019 Tnov 05

Tuesday 5th November 2019

Swahili: Jumanne Tarehe 5 Novemba 2019

0Nov 05

WD 0.30.0b 23:00hrs: Having nodded off early last night, even for me, I stirred into imitation life, with a sore throat, runny nose, a raving thirst, and wind coming out of most of my bodily orifices! Yes, I’ve caught a cold.

I lay there on the Xyrophobia-suffering, house-breaking, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later). The £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working-but not today, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, pondering. Should I go to the After-Stroke Physio Session or not today? After hemming and hawing, this remains irresultative. Uncertain, undecided, and undetermined. I certainly don’t have any energy or desire to attend and be ridiculed and embarrassed by wearing the PPs and struggling with the pain of the exercises… Mmm? At the same time, I am the only one of the few patients, that has attended every meeting up to now. But it was so cold in that church hall last week… And they took the piss, silently, but I picked up on it, about my wearing the PP’s as they showed through the trousers… The of Arthur Itis Knees are giving me some stick, and I’ve not even got up on my feet yet, Oh, sod it. I’ll decide later.

I gingerly evacuated the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and set off to the kitchen. Got the kettle on, and jiggled the handwashing done last night, and got them on the airers.

2Tue01I made a good-strong brew of the Thompson tea and took the medications.

Began on the computer to do the updating of the Monday post. The fingertips were a bit bothersome with losing sensitivity when touching anything hard, which meant it took a long time to get done, five hours! However, the internet signal was doing alright for me, up to now. I sent it off to WordPress and then went on the Reader Section.

2Tue02aThe Porcelain Throne was needed, and I got to the wet room in plenty of time for once. Not so messy this time at all, but lots of it again, and a bit of bleeding afterwards. However, Little Inchy was not leaking or bleeding, that was good! I changed PP’s and had a close look at the plates-of-meat, after their treatment yesterday. Now I have got to remember to go back in two weeks, to book the next appointment. I’ll put it in the Google Calendar now… All done! I’ll make a Morrison order methinks for next week, while I think of it, and I have time to now, with getting up so ridiculously early again. My EQ tells me to expect tsuris today. So maybe it would be best not to go to the Physio session? Anyway, I’ll get the order made up. All done!

2Tue04WD 0.30.0b A brew and some flakes, now I’ll get the ablutions done. An amazingly good session this morning. Erm, only two things dropped. Oh, yes! The razor (6), and the soap (3)… oh, and the toothbrush (3). 

It got a  bit repetitive, I must say! Humph!

2Tue05WDP 08R02aI got myself ready for the walk in the rain and dark to catch the bus. I piled three rubbish bags on the trolley, and put some cleaned jars for the glass recycling bin. Down and out to Robert’s (Caretaker) area. And despite my best efforts to take a viewable picture of the bin, with only my three sauce bottles, and every other one an alcoholic beverage of some sort. And again, I spotted an empty Absyinth bottle when the flash-flashed, so as to speak. This was the best of several tries, I’ll have to consult Tim Price about this. I’ll beg him to share his expert photographicalisational skills. Many photographs were taken in the dark this morning, and really came put dark, but not all of them. I’m a tad confused as to what I was doing wrong. I was using the Canon camera, as well!

The first photo from outside Woodthorpe Court, on Chestnut Walk. Second, a shop of when I pushed the three-wheeler-guide through a puddle, to clean the wheels before I got on the bus. Oh, I am a good boy! The last one of a Nottingham City Homes -repair van shooting up the hill to the flats, which caught me out! It was about five past seven in the morning, so, either they had an emergency to go to, or they may have left their fags or Guinness in a flat yesterday, maybe? Hahaha! I’m a witty boy, too! (Well, perhaps not!)

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The bus arrived, and had to overpay again! With Xyrophobia-suffering, house-breaking, Brother-in-Law Pete half-inching my loose change, and the notes and collectables as well, by the way. Thanks, Peter! The driver did his best to have me on the floor, but I managed to get into a side-saddle seat, alright. As the bus filled up, I was so proud of my dodging any injuries from the Nottinghamian hoards that got on the bus. I decided cunningly, that once in the city I’ll call at Tesco first for bread and Flaky-Pastry fingers. Then out of the shopping centre into Milton Street and down to the Poundland shop, that should be open by then. Before hobbling to the St Andrew’s with Castle Gate URC Church. The rain made me move a little quicker than I would have liked.

2Tue08aI took a snap of the giant electronic advertising board as I crossed the road after getting off of the bus. This turned out to be another of the extremely dark for some reason pictures? It baffled me, why? I walked the length of the mall to the other end, and into Tesco. No rush, I had plenty of time, so I went on a bargain or treat hunt! Which took some time. I came put with: Treats for Christmas (I just hope the bomb works for Brother-in-Law Pete!) Hahahaha, only joking, honest! Milk Roll bread, pack of puff-pastry fingers, and some biscuits for the gang at the After-Stroke Physio Torture, I mean session.

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WD 0.30.0b I had a mini-funny-turn as I left the checkout. But it was not a prolix or sustained one, though, and I was back on the hobble within minutes – out into the wet, drenched Milton Street. I’m a bit of a pluviophile, but the wind and cold with the precipitation took the edge off of my enjoyment. Especially with trying to control the guide and the umbrella! Made my way to Parliament Street Poundland store.

I got some nibbles for the break at the physio, some orange chocolate digestives for myself, some cough and cold medicine/linctus for children, that might help ease my sore throat. I paid at the self serve-tills, and stood outside under the cover and took some photographs of Parliament Street to the left and right.

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4Thu08eOff to the church hall, and found there were eight stroke-survivors there already, and the nurse and Obergruppenfurheress team leader. I handed the nibbles on the counter in the kitchen area.

The gang didn’t seem to keen when I asked a few of them of they were doing alright. Precious answered me though, lovely woman, who later I was paired with again, for the exercises along with the Nigerian lady who is still struggling with the language. Still, smiles and laughs helped the three of us to communicate. Doing the bending of the knees exercise’s were excruciating, not that anyone other than I was interested. Haha! Precious and the other gal and I, still managed a few giggles.

WDP09LWD 0.30.0b When we moved on from the stepping up routine to the sit and stand one, I wanted to tell the nurse I could not cope with it, but foolishly persevered, until I fell over missed the chair, fell over and took the trolley guide down with me. They were anxious and concerned for me… they ask me, “How did you do that?” – I told them I didn’t know, and the nurse told me to leave this exercise out and just sit there until you move on to the next one!” I sat there until I moved on to the next one! Oy Vey!

When the to me silly gentle music and a voice speaking so low I cannot hear them session started, I moved away, which did not go down too well. I was sorry, but a voice (even if I could listen to it), telling me to think of a beach, and the water and sunshine, dangle your feet in the… You get the idea? It does not calm me down, I was already calm, despite my clattering to the floor and being soaking wet. Hehe!

We had drinkies, and the nibbles were handed out. This week they were soon wolfed-down and pleased me muchly. In the games of bowls, the two gals who were partnered with me earlier won a game each, Smashing! I made sure the others joined my clapping and congratulating them. It cheered them both up a little, and I felt great!

Unfortunately, once again, we finished the session, just as the L9 bus would be leaving Queen Street. So I had another hour to wait for the next one. I said my farewells, got wet and a hundred yards or so down the road, and returned for the carrier bag of fodder I’d left in the hall. What a Yutz I am!

I hobbled down to the slab square. I took photographs from left to the right.

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WD 0.30.0b Then I went into the book shop on Long Row – a fatal move. I spotted a 1950’s book on the cars of the time. Of course, I bought it! Tsk!

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2Tue18I made my way to Queen Street and decided to catch the 40 bus. It was only a few minutes before the L9 was due, but this bus gets close to the flats in about ten-minutes quicker than the L9 does. Mind you, I then have to tackle crossing the road on the steep hill and sharp bend, but still, I enjoyed getting soaked again, waiting for a gap in the traffic! Oh, dearie me!

2Tue26I got down Chestnut Walk eventually, the. And took this picture of Winwood Heights in the rain.

WD 0.30.0b Then I dropped the umbrella after taking the photo, and it could not have landed more perfectly, right on my corn! Argh!

2Tue27As I limped on towards home. I had to get off of the pavement, to avoid getting some of the thousands of leaves on the wheels of the trolley guide. Then having to spend ages in the rain cleaning it up to get it free of detritus enough to go inside the flats.

WD 0.30.0b So, I walked in the roadway, through an unseen puddle! And ended up with squelching sounds coming from the socks and shoes!

At this stage, my confidence and willpower were being tested to the full! And I was losing! Hahaha!

2Tue28I got to in through the Winwood Court lobby and walked along the link-passage into Woodthorpe Court. By gum, it was cold in the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby! Where the lads were working still, on the Fire Sprinkler installation, as you can see in the picture here.

2Tue30Up in the lift, and into the flat. The thirst was still at its height, and I got the kettle on to have a mug of Thompson tea and took the evening medications.

I pondered about what to do next. The Asda delivery is due, but not until 1830 > 2030hrs.

I didn’t need any wee-wees (A little worrying that!) I decided to have milk roll sarnies, ham and tomatoes, and maybe a few chips? But not until the fodder had been delivered.

I set about updating this blog. The fingers, arm, shoulder, and right leg were not wicked at all? I worked away like a good un, for about five hours, then at long last, I needed a wee-wee. A disappointing VWYSAO (Very-Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over), but very little actually flowed?

I heard some banging and knocking, and went to see if the Fire Sprinkler lads were in the lobby, but it was some carpet fitters doing Josie’s new floor covering. I nipped out with a mini-bottle of Gordon’s Gin for her. She asked me if I was trying to get her drunk. I replied, “Oh, yes!” Hahaha!

2Tue29I had a look-out from the crumbling balcony, to see if any fireworks were going off to photograph yet, but there were none in sight.

I imagine they will be on show later on. But will I stay awake long enough?

WD 0.30.0b Half an hour later, it was getting very murky out there, but no signs of any Guy Fawkes festivities yet. I took a shutter-priority and Night view picture of roughly the same area. Oh, heck, they did come out disappointingly!

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2Tue42The intercom would not let me view the entrance door at all! But it did show No missed calls and Do Not Disturb option not chosen. So, had the Asda delivery arrived, I think I should have heard or seen the light come on?

As the Asda-Walmart delivery was awaited, I took some shots of the fireworks.

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The last one of the above is only of the moon: I missed the rockets going up. Huh!

I made the sarnies and bagged them and back into the fridge for after the Asda-Walmart delivery arrives. I put the TV on with subtitles and watched it in silence, not wanting to miss hearing the food coming. Hours later, I was wondering if they had delivered to the wrong flat?

WDPright05a2Tue43WD 0.30.0b So, I checked on the Emails, to find this on there from Asda! I was gutted!

All the staying up late and depriving myself of sleep again! Mind you, other retailers have done this to me before, with no real reason. Tesco (2), Morrison (1) Iceland (3), and this is the second time that Asda-Walmart has let me down. I can get melancholy, cynical, distrustful, curmudgeonly, suicidal, and mardy, you know! He-he!

2Tue44Pee’d off with things now! I got the sarnies put did the chips and piled other stuff on the plate. Until I saw this photo, I wasn’t sure what I had attempted to eat.

WD 0.30.0b I was feeling irritated and belligerent! But as for eating, this did not happen, I fell asleep, wakinWDP 13eRg four hours later, finding that I had tipped the whole meal into the waste bin, all the fodder, fork and spoon included! I was struggling to breathe, the sore throat and cough started off… More to follow on tomorrows revealing episode of, The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe. Unless I snuff it, but that’s only to be expected!

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Mon 4 Nov 2019: Not a lot achieved today, but plenty of Whoopsiedangleplops. Grumph!

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2019 Tnov 04

Monday 4th November 2019

Uzbek: 2019 yil 4-Noyabr, Dushanba

0Nov 04

WDP 12c23:00hrs: Already awake, after cleaning up the mess from my leaving the potatoes boiling while I fell to sleep! I did the handwashing and then got on the computer to update yesterday’s diary. I got on with the task. Due to a little relief from the nerve-ends jumping and sensing, I pressed on until it was finished!

1Mon02WD 125.0.0 Stopped to make a brew and take the medications. To find that yet again I had missed taking the evening dosages! However, I didn’t feel the usual self-hating and annoyance that I would generally hold. I knew it was only due to the Whoopsiedangleplop of my letting the potatoes boil over and having to clean it all up last night! (That’s my excuse!) I 1Mon03took the morning’s medications, with just a Simvastatin and the Warfarin tablets from those missed off.

WD 125.0.0 I nearly gave myself an injection of the Enoxaparin, but thankfully realised they had been stopped and I didn’t need one. How I could have thought I did need one, remains a mystery. Fool!

I got the Nikon camera, and took three shots of the morning view, in.

Shutter-Priority, all I can see is dots? Aperture-Priority, gone all non-coloured? And Auto mode, blurry. Just to see what, if anything would come out differently. And they certainly did!

I must not forget to go to the Podiatrist session at the Sherwood Health Centre later, I’ll check the time on the Google calendar.

1Mon04

Ah, 11:50hrs. Horrible timing that, it means I’ll be incapable of doing anything mentally pr physically afterwards, apart from nodding-off, I seem to have become quite adept at that. Harf-Harf!

I finished the updating and went on the WordPress reader for a bit. The ever-present drowning, humming noise all around, suddenly started to get to me. Humph!

I made an Asda order, wth mostly Christmas pressies on it, for next Tuesday delivery.

WDP 10LWD 125.0.0 I went to fetch the money bag for the bus fare for this mornings ride into town for the After-stroke Physio Session, and what a clot I felt. I’d actually forgot that Xyrophobia-suffering crook Brother-in-Law Pete, had stolen all of my cash when he was flat-sitting (robbing!), while I was in the hospital after the stroke! Sugar-Plumb Swine! So I had no bus fare. I’ll have to walk it to town now! Gobble-shacks!

I’d better get the stand-up ablutions done. Tsk! I am a clot, it’s not Tuesday, but Monday today! It gets wicked when you don’t even know what day it is! So change of plans; Get the ablutions proper done – and get a bus into Sherwood, get change for the bus, to Wilkos for some freshener and bleach, then on to the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatry appointment, for 111:50hrs.

The ablutions went reasonably well. The dropsies were a little numerous, mind; The toothbrush, razors (2), shaving foam, soap (4), flannel (2), the sock-glide, shower spray (2) and towel. The sock-glide battle was lost, apart from dropping it while positioning the frame for insertion of the right foot, I ended up with a few new bruises. Humph! But the shave and wee-wee were bloodless! The pins, well, see for yourself.

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1Mon08Got myself dressed and freshened up. Took the black bags to the waste chute. Then went down in the lift to talk to and see the Wardens, but none were in the room. So I dropped the PPs in through the new kitchen in the Winwood room. Popped into the big social area, and dropped the PPs off in the kitchen window. Noticed some stuff for sale?

Back to the flat, and had a look outs1Mon09ide through the Al Fresco area door. It was awfully wet out there. Haha! Got back to the flat, and Josie brought the tray and plate back from yesterdays nosh. I am mostest pleased to report that after interrogation, she revealed that she enjoyed the smoked haddock and cheesy-potatoes. So, I’ll do some more next week.

A quick update on this blog, and out again to catch the bus. I left a message about the PPs at the warden’s room and carried on out to the bus stop. A pleasant round of chinwags, moans, complaints, snide remarks and much laughter was enjoyed.

WDP 13cLWD 125.0.0 I got on the bus and settled in a side-saddle-seat, then realised I was on the wrong bus! I vacated the vehicle, feeling an even bigger fool, much to the mixed amusement and derision of the tenants still out at the bus stop! Hehehe! I knew things went in threes. So the getting up thinking it was Tuesday, not Monday, then getting on the wrong bus left one more to come. (It didn’t take long!)

WDP 13bLWD 125.0.0 I got on the other bus behind, for just a few stops, and got off in Sherwood. I missed the stepping off of the bus but avoided going over, although the three-wheeled-walker did it’s best to topple over. This was when the third Proper-Whoopsie happened, I gleaned that the reason for my near tumble, was that I had the wrong spectacles on, the reading glasses! I was glad that third in the series had come and gone! Hehe!

I ambled along to the bank, to get some change for the bus fares. (Thanks, Stubble-Pete, for knicking all my cash and causing me so much hassle) If there is anything I can do for you, like break your arm, cut your plonker-off, or rearrange your facial features, just let me know!

WDP09LWD 125.0.0 Could I remember my number? Not to start with! Waiting in the queue, I did my best to remember it, but the paper I have the number clandestinely written down on was not in my pocket! Nor was the mobile phone. Nor was the £30 I was sure was in the coat top pocket last night! I was getting into a state here. I let others go forward ahead of me as I continued to try and remember the digits, where the mobile and money was… then Eureka and Buggermaquilt! From nowhere, the four number came to mind – but of course, were they the right ones? I moved to the counter, much to the displeasure of the person behind, who must have been expecting me to let him go in front of like I had to several other folks, and offered me a lout Tut-tut as I left him. Haha! I had to ask the teller-lady for some cash as well as the coins. Now, and at the back of my mind was, ‘Where is the mobile, what have I done with it? But all priority-wise, behind the worry of, “Are these figures that have come into my mind, the right ones? They worked! I avoided any, cachinnation or shouts of joy! 

WDP 08LWD 125.0.0 I got the gelt from the lady, thanked her and proceeded to have a Dizzy Dennis spell as I hobbled to the door. I got to the wall, clinging onto the three-wheeler, and pretended to be casually waiting about, I read some of the notices on the wall. I could tell that the money-seekers in the waiting queue were all concerned for me… well, I got a few looks of incredulity, that said to me, “The senile old fart shouldn’t be allowed out on his own!” And the odd sneer from some of them. As I left a few minutes later, I was a smidge concerned about how things would go, but I needn’t have worried, once outside and limping up the hill, everything was fine, no signs of any dizzies, or wobbles at all? Perhaps the worrying about the number had brought the spell on? Hey-ho!

1Mon09aWDP 12dOver the road and to the Wilko store. Where I stocked up with, Dettol Disinfectant spray, Ylang laundry freshener, bleach and some yoghourt peanuts. Paid the bill, and the lady at the checkout, kindly put the things into the bag for me. Help like this is so precious and appreciated. Strangers, young ones at that, showing a bit of empathy, really restores my faith in youngsters. Very welcome, appreciated and kind!

Out up to the top of the hill1Mon09b, and right down Elmswood Gardens and into the Sherwood Health Centre.

WDPright04The welcoming smile of the young female receptionist, who remembered my name, and what I was going to the centre for! Bless her, this cheered me up!

I got ensconced in the Podiatry waiting area and had a bash at the crosswords. Not very successfully, though! The lady came out to call me in. She did the tootsies while having a chinwag, and was done in no time. She told me to see my Doctor about the Clopidogrel induced excessive spider and varicose veins and the risk of Thrombophlebitis. (I asked how to spell it, and made a note! Thank you muchly!

1Mon10AS I got to the bus shelter in Sherwood, things got a little dark, and I anticipated some heavy rain is due. But it held off.

While waiting for the bus, I listened to some of the Winwood Heights gals at the bus stop nattering as best I could. They all seemed very content today.

1Mon11Back at the flats, I waited until last and dismounted the bus. Made my way in the Windwood Court entrance, and down the link-passage. As I ambled with the three-wheeler along the corridor, I could see how the sunshine has come out again at the far-end windows.1111

I met with Christine at the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and along with a new tenant chap, we went up in the elevator. Chap 2nd floor, me 12th and offered Chrissie my best wishes, as she went up to the 13th level. I got inside the apartment, and put the nuts and stuff away, kettle on, and took the evening medications. A little early I know, but having missed the last two evening-dosages, I was being cautious.

1Mon13I put the roast vegetable risotto ready nosh in the oven as soon at it reached temp.

Got some mushrooms in the saucepan and added a drop of Sukang Puti vinegar. Got them simmering. Then added some black bean cooking sauce, and some sliced tomatoes and gave it all a good stirring.IMG_2606

Slowly adding some onions and basil. The rather delightful aroma of this sauce, that needed constant attention, was making me even hungrier, and this was just the flavouring. The risotto in the oven had a good proportion of caramelised red onion in it. Mmm!

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An interruption arrived, it was some mail. I could not help but smile at the Repairs booklet. After being told every day for nine days that someone would come out to tend to my lack of hot water, and nobody did! Staying in from 08:00hrs to 22:00hrs every day, in vain hopes they would arrive. No sleep. Made myself poorly with it all, and reading the statement, somehow I found it hard to grasp and believe that improvements will come!

Josie rang the bells, to return the cutlery tray etc. from her nosh yesterday. I inquired if she had liked the smoked haddock cooked the way it was, and she said yes. So now I know, we can have it the same way next Sunday. So glad she liked it.

I added the sauce mix to the oven dish and got the sourdough baguette in the oven.

Then I got the jumper hung and got the socks on the airers.

1Mon16I got the meal prepared. It didn’t look appealing, just like the earlier ones didn’t, but my gum, it tasted delicious! I masticated, savoured and slurped away at it for ages, enjoying every mouthful!

Flavour Rating, 9.35/10.

1Mon12WDP 01b rightWD 125.0.0.a After dining, I took the meal things, tray, dish cutlery etc. to be washed… had an imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine from the Peripheral Neuralgia affected right leg, and sadly, dropped the whole darned lot on the floor! Worse still, I nearly lost my balance and went over, but luckily the door frame got in my way. Tsk! Got it all cleaned up, not that it was all that bad, case there was no food to spill, only a few (thousands of tiny ones!) bread crumbs! The dish had been wiped almost dry and licked, it was that good! No more left now, I must get a Morrison order done for next week and get some more in. No other shop sells them.

WDP sleepLSettled in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. I got the headphones on, and the TV going… ZZZ!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 3rd November 2019: Affirming signs of mental deterioration and becoming obsolete today!

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2019 Tnov 03

Sunday 3rd November 2019

Hungarian: 2019. November 3, Vasárnap

0Nov 03

 00:05hrs: I woke up in my old-tyle traditional fashion today like it used to be every flipping morning, in need of the Porcelain Throne, somewhat urgently. I staunchly battled my way, panickingly I freed myself from the Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobic, Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. As he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables. Which he soon found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet six -months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. And, off to the wet room. Giving the electric clothes airer a wide berth en route!

I’ve no qualms about the evacuation this morning. Still too large in volume, but less messy! No bleeding either! Off to the kitchen, but I had to return for a wee-wee. Tsk!

WDP 13bRWD 180.50.0 The right-hand fingers seem to have lost their sense of contact with anything hard, again. I pressed the handle to get into the wet room and almost walked into the door! The broken-nerves failed to get the message that I was opening the door-handle to the brain, I suppose! I sincerely hope this is not going to get any worse. The leak was unexpectedly of the LHNC (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Sensation) variety. Rewashed the dandies, and back to the kitchen, once more.

7Sun 01I made a most tastefully satisfying brew of the Thompson tea. I’m addicted to this brand and Glengettie Gold tea bags. But fear that finding any Glengettie Gold locally may just be impossible! Ocado has none in stock and might not be restocking. As they have left the availability of the tea on their website as available, and you do not find out they have none until you get to the checkout! If you miss it, they’ll send substitutes! The Swine! This week is the third time I’ve made an order with them, and had to cancel it! I went on the Typhoo, who owns the Glengettie brand, web site. I got a Norton message telling me it was unsafe! I searched the web for local stockists but found none. ‘Grr! The only place I found any on was Amazon! Thank heavens!

WDPright05aWD 180.50.0 I st7Sun04arted on updating the Sunday post, but it was hard work with the finger-end nerves so bad. Ever correcting and making mistakes. None of them an ignotism, it’s not my fault, and I have to cope best I can. But, it’s getting to me this morning.  Hindering, impeding, and aggravating, Globbledigooks!

WD 180.50.0 It got so bad after a couple of hours, I stopped and got the handwashing I should have done last night, undertaken. Which was a farcical experience, I can assure you. The right-hand side of my body was not in a good state to start with today, and walking was not easy even with the stick. The inner-desire of the torso to suddenly want to lean to the right-hand side nearly had me over a couple of times already. And the strength of grip had diminished a lot, so wringing out the clothing was not an easy task, either.

7Sun02Taking my pictures was not plain sailing. I had no sense that the hand was shaking, but could see on the camera screen, that it was. But could not do anything about it. Grumph!

I just hope it is not a permanent thing, and that it eases off later. Please!

WDP09RI tried taking a snap from the unwanted, crap, light & view-blocking, thick-framed new kitchen window after getting the washing done. But had to take four shots of the view above, to get this one that was okay. (My EQ, just knew I’d have to pay for having a decent day, [apart from getting soaked in the rain, Hehe!] yesterday!) 

Back to the updating of the blog. Hours later, I’d got it finished. Then posted it off and went on the WordPress reader.

I went on Facebook catching up, and there was plenty to catch up on! Many hours spent, but I was so glad to get back on the TFZer site.

7Sun34aWDP 13dLTime to get Josie’s nosh prepared. Something a little different for her today. The tuna mixed with mayonnaise,  plus some oven-baked smoked haddock on the plate. Mushrooms, gherkins, and tomatoes. Fresh orange juice and naughty but extremely nice, Limoncello desert.

I remembered belatedly when I’d got the food server to Josie’s door, to fetch the camera to photograph the nosh. It came out a shaky, blurred one I’m afraid. Tsk! Then I took a shot of Josie, who was not happy at my doing this, and was waving me away as I took it. But I think it came out alrightish and caught her expression to a tee! The ludic smile showing through. I hope she forgives me for using this picture, it was such a perfect one, with her fun-side showing through. Bless her, I hope she likes the way I cooked the smoked haddock. Happy eating, gal! ♥

I was going to try some haddock myself, but as you will read later, I ended up not having a meal at all, but it was my own fault.

I got back in the kitchen and sorted out the mess I made while cooking, pots washed, and cleaned the floor where I’d spilt some butter.

Getting myself back up from sorting the floor out, the old fatigue hit me hard, and I felt well-drained suddenly. Mind you, I’d been up for thirteen hours by then. I got some King Edward potatoes simmering, and the smoked haddock in the oven, and went for a relaxing sit-down and to watch some TV, with the timer on the Ottoman at my side.

7Sun34bI noticed that the arm bruise had already lost its yellowish glow, and was disappearing fast now. I thought I could see a face-pattern in the markings, that’s why I took this picture but blown if I can see it now. Hehehe!

I quickly nodded-off, into a right deep sleep…

WD 180.50.0 By the time I woke up with a jump, several hours had passed, and it was near midnight. I rose and panicked, the instant I smelt the burning form the kitchen and remembered the fish and potatoes cooking! Oh, dearie me! Off I shot to the stove. WD 180.50.0A Stubbing my toe en route!

WDP 11RWD 180.50.0 To find the King Edwards all over-boiled and were in pieces with peel disintegrated. A right mess of overflowed water all over the cooker, down and onto the floor. Even more of a surprise,  found I’d put the haddock in the oven to cook, and not turned it on! Which turned out to be a blessing in disguise! The job of cleaning it all up was not easy. I had to drain and strain the potato bits and get them in an extra-thick black bag, then put that into another sack. Wash the saucepan stove and floor! The melted, wonderfully smelly smoked haddock was dried and went into the bag as well. They can be taken to the chute after 08:00hrs in the morning.

This incident triggered my acrasia, and sparked-off my cringe-making, remorsefulness, and self-reproach! I was suddenly ashamed at my stupidity, and felt a right jobbernowle!

I decided to stay up! I got the days handwashing done, perhaps as a sort of penance?

WDPright04As Malcolm Cowley wisely said: “They tell you that you’ll lose your mind when you grow older. What they don’t tell you is that you won’t miss it very much” Hehehe!

TTFNski folks.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 2nd November 2019: A day of velleities, gossips, chinwags, and getting soaked in the rain!

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2019 Tnov 02

Saturday 2nd November 2019

Croatian: Subota, 2. Studenog 2019. Godine

0Nov 02

01:15hrs. I woke once again in need of a Porcelain Throne evacuation. But last night’s painful farcical tumble was still fresh in my head, and knees, arm, and back, so I took great care in rising from the recliner. But as quickly as I could safely do so.

WD 0.50.0 The session was another uncomfortable one. (When are they anything else, nowadays) Sulk-Mood-Adopted! The only similarity with earlier efforts was the ginormous amount! This time the whole episode took about a minute, compared to the last visit’s fifteen-minutes! Oy Vey! This time the bleeding was back too!

6Sat01WDP 13dRWashed up, and off to the kitchen, for my first mug of the Thompson’s tea. (That was delivered yesterday from Amazon). It was a delight for me to taste it once again.

WD 0.50.0 I stumbled a little with the walking stick, as I got the medications out of the drawer, and realised I had not taken last night’s doses! Again! I do feel a wooden-head, blockhead… but I’ll settle for a Merry-Andrew or Berk! I opted to just take the missed Warfarins and a Simvastatin with the morning dosages. Humph! It’s incredible that I’m still alive, really!

WD 0.50.0 Then off for another wee-wee, I used the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) and took a CMOUSTSTBOWV version (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom). Not had one of these for a long time. Variety is the spice of life! The divergence, contradictions, and contrast in my wee-wees should have a book written about them, you know. Hehehe!

I moved the handwashing about on the airers, and on seeing the now misshaped tubular, flat one, reformed into the tangle of straightened out tubes from when I fell on it, I was surprised to see it was still working after my blubbery-body crashed into it, but it was. Maybe I’ve lost weight? Alright! I’m only joking! I thought about it and noticed that Arthur Itis was easing off from earlier, bit Back-Pain-Brenda was not being so kind to me.

Thinking back as I was, the excellent flavour of last night’s Roast Vegetable Risotto came to mind. I’ll have another one tonight, as the Morrison-made meals must be masticated by Monday, they are short-dated! Mmm! Haha! Oh, this time I’ll use black bean sauce to add to it. If I get out today, I might get some more tomatoes.

I went on the WordPress Reader for a while. Then made up a couple of graphics for later use in CorelDraw, between the wee-wees, which seem to have settle for being of the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) style now. I moved onto updating yesterday’s blog. This took me over five hours to finish! Why I don’t know, there was not may graphics or photographs to go in it. The fingertips weren’t too bad. The arm or leg not playing up much at all. Even Mr Fries Internet kept going… Ah, it’s clicked. The big Whoppsiedangleplop had to be done, and the handwriting on the note pad, was so bad, I had to use my memory in conjunction with the wording I could decipher! Gorrit now, that’s why!

Oh, Back-Pain-Brenda is giving me some stabs of a high-quality pain-level. My own fault for falling over. Fool!

The Iceland order should be coming this morning, 0800 > 10:00hrs. If he comes early enough, I can catch the bus into Sherwood, or Mappperley and take some photographicalisation, sourdough bread, and get a hobble about. Come think of it, it’s not raining, so I can still walk down, try to get a bus 6Sat03back up the hill. I took a shot from the unwanted new kitchen windows that cannot be reached for cleaning, without risking life and limb, of the scene outside.

Hello, big-gob has spoken. The rain is pouring down now, and with big rain-drops, you know what that is an indication of. (I don’t, but still, it’s a laugh, innit!) I’ll get the ablutions done before the nosh arrives. No, hang on, after starting to strip off for the shower, the thirst got a hold on me, and I made a brew of the finest Thompsons back tea, first, and had a biscuit for breakfast. During which, I spotted the falling-over on the airer-acquired bruise on the Peripheral Neuralgia affected arm was developing into a work of art!

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I would imagine, the colouring is affected by the low Warfarin blood pressure flow, as well as the Peripheral neuropathy? It will be interesting to see what shade it adopts later on. Hahaha! (The yellowing had all disappeared by tonight?)

6Sat02aI had to use the Porcelain Throne first, leaving a highly-undesirable aroma to inhale while doing the ablutions. (Eurgh!) The pins (legs), seemed a little less veiny, though. The session brought forth very few dropsies, however. The toothpaste and brush, a few razor-drops, and the shower-head.

5Fri27I got part-dressed and came out to turn off the power supply. And I found some mail again in the letterbox. A repeat of the CityCare After-Stroke information about the upcoming (Next week on Friday) follow-up assessment visit. I must check it later, to see if there are any changes.

6Sat05aBack in the wet room, to do battle with the sock-glide. I lost the struggle today, in as much as, I trapped my fingers in the gripper twice and banged my poor little toe when inserting the right leg. But, having got on the extra-long bamboo socks, I must say, the legs looked a lot sexier! Hehehe!

I’d no sooner got fully dressed, and the Iceland delivery man rang the intercom, as I was actually stood next to it. Which was a good thing, because the volume, which is set to the highest level, would have not have been heard if I was in the other room. Not the best choice of Intercom, for older peoples flat.

The lad put the bags through the door fo5Fri26r me, I thanked him and carried the bags through to the kitchen. On unpacking and storing them away, I came across a large 2 ltr tub of Flora light spread? I could not recall ordering this at all? So as I unpacked the things, I put this spread, some Seaweed packets, cakes and pop in a bag, to take when I go out and drop off at the Breakfast Club session as I pass. I can hand-out some nibbles as well. I’ve not done that for a while, not since the new Windwood Court started being used for the Social Hour. Now they have a coffee-morning, breakfast sessions and the cafe open a few hours on some days. The new team have the facilities to hand now and are forging ahead. 

5Fri25I’d treated Josie and myself to some special offer smoked haddock, at three 400gm bags for £10. This ensured I had one heck of a struggle to find room for them in the freezer! Also, the fridge was son over-filled again. Haha! I’m looking forward to trying a piece this Sunday on Josie’s meal. Fingers crossed6Sat07!

I got the black and recycling bags made up, and took them to the chute. Got myself dressed and all wrapped-up, the nibbles and treats for the cafe in the trolley, and set off down and through the welcomingly warmed link passage, to the Winwood Court. The rain outside looking set in for the day. I pondered on where to go on my little trip. Deciding t go to the Aldi store, on the busup to the top, and get it back down again. Not enough hobbling, but in the wet weather, it didn’t matter.

I got to the large Winwood social room area and about ten or so tenants were at the cafe having breakfast. It was nice to see them again. I dropped the bag of treats off at the cafe-kitchen, and I was rightly stopped for nearly taking my trolley-walker into the room. (Health & Safety) I handed out the nibbles, which was easier to do in this new much larger room, I could manoeuver around so much easier. I really enjoyed the little chinwags as I went around. Josie, Olive, Mo, Herbert, and many unknown to me folks sat there. I had an in-depth natter with and listened to Ray (I may have the wrong name here, Tsk!) Informing me his tales of Woe. I am always pleased to hear anything this interesting chap tells me. But, I had to depart, (on Rays reminding me not to miss the L9) to catch the bus up to the shops. Farewells, and few goodbyes and take-cares in return (Nice!) I departed and out into the rain to the bus stop. Quiet a gang out there, at least fifteen residents, I’d say. Another grand nattering session, which was cut short by the arrival of the bus.

I got on and ensconced in a side-saddle seat. The bus was almost full. On the short trip of 6Sat08just a few stops, it was nice to have a mini-waffle with others. I got off along with a man and wife who I see and talk to sometimes on the bus, and we chatted as we walked along, getting thoroughly sudoriferous in the rain, to the Aldi Store. A darned imbecilic Pavement Cyclist flew by us, so close to catching the lady. Oy Vey! What a slime-ball!

The lady, using two-sticks, suffers from Rheumatoid Arthritis like me, and she was telling me of her problems with the NHS taking off effective medications that were too expensive! Just like I have gone through. With me, it was the Aludrox SA (Belgian), and the Under-Tongue medications, that I lost. And ever since these were taken off the NHS list, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna’s pains, have been uncontrollable! The poor lady had RAI much wore than I have, yet keeps upbeat every time I meet her. ♥

In the Aldi store, and I got carried away with shopping again! (Meshuggeneh me!) I came out having bought: Gammonsteaks, Wafers to use for nibble-hand-outs, Plug-unblocker, sliced mushrooms Josie likes these), Canned garden peas, and some Sourdough Baguettes. Had a funny-turn at the checkout, a no reason Dizzy Dennis visit. Paid the bill, and faffled about for a while, trying to find the optimum distribution of the purchases to enable the easiest way to control the trolley and right weight distribution between the rain letting-in, minuscule trolley-bag and the carrier. 

6Sat09Then, out in the persistent precipitation, to the bus stop. By the time I’d got to and turned down Sherwood Rise towards the bus stop, I was well soaked and the silly trolley bag was filling up with rainwater!

Hobbling down the hill, and the trolley-walker was getting harder to control with one hand, and that was the dodgy right one. The left one was being used to hold the umbrella!

Old age, infirmity, driving licence taken away, a bus every two hours, I was soaking wet all through, the trolley was filling with rain ruining the stuff inside… but I did have my Old Fart’s free bus pass! I should have all depressed really, but au contraire! I’d met folks, had a laugh and chinwags galore and was not blasély at all, but upbeat – wet as well mind! Hahaha!

6Sat10The leaves and gunk were clinging to the wheels of the walker. Humph! When I arrived at the stop, I seemed to be getting wetter quicker? I realised it was the direction of the wind. So I walked down and around the bend to the next bus stop, where I was hidden a bit from the wind-driven rain.

7Sun21The bus arrived, and some residents of Winwood Heights were on it, and an enjoyable to me, nattering session took place as we travelled the few bus stops back to flats. I was nearly last off of the bus, and out into the rain, now only drizzling, I bade farewell to the others and returned through the link passageway to Woodthorpe Court.

2Tue06The difference in temperature, from Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts, as I went through the swipe door, was plain to feel. Brrr!

Gawd, it was so cold in the Woodthorpe lift lobby. Chalk and cheese!

Up to the flat, no wee-weeing needed? And got the fodder stored away. Then got the nosh started cooking. No handwashing was done. Too weary! But in the morning when I had to do them, I regretted my decision! Hehe! 

6Sat11I had the Roast Vegetable Risotto and frankfurters again. But this time, used black bean sauce, not the BBQ. I added sliced tomatoes and garden peas to the sauce and mixed it all in with the meal when it was cooked. Very good flavour! 9.2/10.

I put the dishes in the sink to soak. Got down in the chair and watched some TV. I did ponder over whether I should do the pots and handwashing, but it turned out a velleity, and soon forgot about.

I suppose I must have fallen asleep, cause I woke up later.