Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th March 2020: Ups and downs, Jenny to my rescue again, twice!

2020 Mar 23

2020 tttMar26

Thursday 26th March 2020

Swedish: Torsdagen den 26 Mars 2020

000 Mar 26

GM07RWD 150.0.100 01:45hrs: I stirred into an ersatz version of life; feeling otiose, vague, and in need of a non-alcoholic potation. As I removed my horrendously ever-growing stomach with thin arms and legs attached to it, from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, the innards gurgled, I started coughing, and wind passed involuntarily from the rear end!

The thoughts of a brew of tea came second to the need for the Porcelain Throne. Off to the wet-room, the walking stick had never been used quickerer! In, PPs down, settled and… Wind! Nothing but noisy and smelly fluffer-doodling! Past experiences made me wait there, in case of sudden movements catching me out. A go at the crosswords, no clues solved, and no action actuated! Had a wash, changed PPs. Off to get the kettle on, as if the tea was a drug to me?

4Thu01I got the kettle on, took the medications, again dropping the Omeprazole capsule, and made a brew of Glengettie. Into the computer desk, and had a look at the two-page, side-effects of the Omeprazole’s leaflet. But there was so much of it, I gave up.

Got the computer on, and went on Word Press Reader first. Then tackled updating the Wednesday post.

WDP 2019a2WD 150.0.100 The almost immediate need to go back to the Throne was responded to as fast as I could manage it. Which was a good thing too! Because this time the innards-controlled evacuation started the moment I’d got seated. Eurgh! Splosh, splash, quirt, splatter! And with an aroma, that if bottled, could have been used as an effective nerve-gas by the military!

The stomach churned and ached after the release, for a long time. I cleaned up once more, me and the WC. Then had a few good-sized guzzles of the Silica gel and Dimethicone medicine, thinking it might calm down the borborygmus eruptions. (It didn’t) Shame, the pong of the repeated intestinal gas escapes, is filling the flat already, and it continues. As does the rumbling, grumbling innards and eructations, in between my coughing and sneezing. Sounds terrible, doesn’t it? It is! Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations!

When I got the post updated and sent off, I went on Pinterest, then TFZer Facebooking. Then did some searching to find out about the two outstanding Amazon orders. A good job that I’m home-isolated innit!

4Thu02

4Thu03I tried for the ninth time in 24hrs, to get a Morrison Grocery order done. Hehehe! What a hopeful, old, gullible, senile idiot, I am!

I got some graphics done. Started this blog off. The gut still exploding, but the coughing had eased off, and one of the sneezes was probably heard by Sandra Lentz and Tim Price in America! As for the accompanying wind… Phwoar!

WD 150.0.100 I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and had to shoot off to the Throne again. Oh, dear! Another messy, miasmic smelling session. I keep washing my hands in between and on Throne visits, and I must have the cleaning mitts in the place!

I opened a can of baked beans and put some hickory marinade in them, a long soak into for later.

4Thu04I did a try at getting some food from Ocado. Another negative, no slots available!

I went on Facebook for a while, then on to CorelDraw for a creating graphic session.

After about a couple of hours,  the door chimes rang out with their ♫I only want to be with you!♫. I thought it might be Amazon with the ear inserts or seaweed packs. I got my onerously large body to the front door. There, just outside on the floor, was a bag of food that had been left for me!

I’ve no idea who had donated the fodder for me, but it was a beautiful gesture. I unloaded the pack, full of appreciation.

4Thu06The cobs will be perfect with my beans later! Onions and carrots, I’ve got some parsnips in reasonable nick, in the fridge. Tomorrow’s meal sorted thanks to the donator. That frees me from the worry of having to go out today! Bless whoever it was! Canned mushy peas, baked beans, sardines. A yoghourt that unfortunately has the lethal to me cranberries in it. Milk, lemonade, tomato puree, and some white bread. So kind of them! Oh, and a can of orange pieces, a perfect after for me!

I was putting the stuff away, and the landline rang and flashed. It was from Jenny. She was the angel who left the food for me, and perfect timing it was, may her foibles ferment with festive functions frequently! ♥ After the current scare, of course. Thanks again, Jenny! I feel humbled!

Made a brew in celebration, and got back to the graphicalisationing. It was slow going, and I had to leave it again, for yet another Porcelain Throne mission! The same evacuation mode as the last one. By gum, I’ve got a sore bottom now! Dangwangling Dangwangles!

After much tenderising and medicating, I returned and, oh, so painfully sat in the computer chair. I could do with another of the cushion-rings. Tsk!

The Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun visits got too much for me. I had to stop computerising and while putting everything away, had to pay another Porcelain Throne visit, a visitational record today I think. Exactly the same activity. Messiness and uncomfortableness. I took an anti-Diarrhorea-Duncan capsule. Washed medicated and had to just sit quietly for a while.

Within seconds I’d drifted into a dream-filled sleep, in which I knew I was sleeping and just seemed to be enjoying the mangled,  foozled dreams.

JennyThe landline flashed and sounded, I woke and fumbled my way to the phone. It was Jenny, helping me out again! She had miraculously got through to Iceland to give an order. And, as is her natural, considerate, obliging characteristics, she asked if I would like anything adding to the order for Saturday. If I email her back with anything, she will add it to her order. Not many folks would think of that, but Jenny is special.

I was still a tad confused at being woken up. And am not sure if owt else was said, and I sat down again for a few minutes and wrote down some items, then nodded off again.

WD 150.0.100 I woke with a start. With a new headache above the eyes. Accompanied by Shaking Shaun, and Shaking Shoulder-Shirley having a go at me. To round things off, Flatulating Frank was rampant and persistent. Off to the Throne again! At least this session was not as messy.

4Thu19fMy body just wanted to sleep, but I wanted to get back to Jenny and thank her and give a little list of items she had kindly asked for me to add to her Iceland delivery. Her delivery is for late on Friday, and Jen’ politely said she would not wake-me then, and bring it to me until Saturday morning. The lady is so thoughtful! So, a treat of braised beef in onion gravy cook-in-the-bag again for me this weekend after all! Bless yers, Jenny!

I got the computer on again. And sent the email. Then got the meal prepared. I had to take care in doing so, cause Shirley and Shaun were in attendance still.

4Thu07The hickory seasoned beans with the last of the tomatoes, and triple-fried chips, and the Jenny-supplied bread, were smashing!

A taste-rating of 8.5/10! The white slice and cobs did an excellent job of soaking up the sauce! Hehehe!

I washed the dish and cutlery and got the handwashing in Woolite soaking in the bowl. I was too tired to do it tonight. It had been an emotional, draining, ‘shaking-all-over’ day, the Trots, and the fatigue and lack of proper sleep had affected me worse than usual.

I got back down in the £300, second-hand, dilapidated, c1968, rickety recliner. The eyes began to droop, and a particular sort of, well, almost joy came over me, as I realised I might get some sleep in without waiting for hours. I think Flatulent Frank agreed, cause he kept passing little comments! Hahaha!

WD 150.0.100 As a blissful Morpheus was coming over me, and Dogwangles! I’d not taken the evening medications! With tremendous and grumpy petulant reluctance, I heaved my stomach-dominated torso from the recliner. And made my way to the kitchen’s medicines drawer…

WDP Dec 26bWD 150.0.100wd 150.0.100A As slowly as I was hobbling, and as carefully as I could, I still managed to give myself a toe-stubbing on the corner of the kitchen door! I held onto the door frame for extra support, closed my eye, and withheld the urge to cry out loud and swear! A few moments later, after a Thought Storm that was partly incomprehensible, but included niggling, depressive thoughts about my bad luck and stupidity, I got the medications from the drawer and imbibed them with a drink of spring water.

WD 150.0.100 It took me a lot longer to get back to the chair than it did to get to the kitchen. The throbbing toe, headache above the eyes and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley joined forces to stop me getting to sleep for along time. But fatigue was getting the upper hand slowly but surely. Sweet Morpheous blessedly arrived!

WD 150.0.100 But not for long! Tsk! The sounds of ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ rang out from the door chimes. Reluctantly, I freed my weighty lump of a body from the recliner, the toe didn’t half sting, as I fumbled my way to the door. It was Josie ringing, to tell me I’d had a parcel left outside the door. Bless her! I’m sure we chatted, I seem to remember telling her it was the seaweed snacks, and she would have some on her Sunday meal and thanking her for letting me know.

I was done-in now, mentally. How I got back to the recliner, and where I put the seaweed box, will have to be investigated in the morning.

WD 150.0.100 Never have I been so tired! But I did get down and asleep, I know this because later, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ rang out from the door chimes, and woke me again! Argh! There was no one there when I got to the door!

Crying out loud was an option that came to mind… but I didn’t!

Inchcockski – Wednesday 25th March 2020: Diahorrea Duncan dominated day

2020 Mar 25

2020 tttMar25

Wednesday 25th March 2020

Ukrainian: Середа, 25 березня 2020 Pоку

000 Mar 25

GM brownR.02:35hrs: I awoke, still feeling a tad groggy and tired. I waited for the brain to engage gear and the fog to lift from the grey cells, and things became mentally at least, active! By the time I’d had an enthusiastic and satisfying itch around my massive, wobbly, overweight midriff, I recognised the urgent need to get myself to the wet room! So I did!  

(As I now know, this was but the first trip of many to be made today! Oh, dearie me, yes!) The flow, yet again, began of the innards own accord. (It was close, but I made it in time, this time!) The evacuation contents reminded me of Brussel sprout sized clumps, that broke apart as they landed in the bowl with a series of splashes! Over quickly, no pain really at all! Not messy, and only the tiniest spot of bleeding. Even Little Inchies fungal lesion was leaking, but it was so minuscule. I distinctly recall, (and that in itself is a rarity!), thinking to myself as I cleaned things up; “Well if they are all like this, I’ll have no problems!” An acceptable session!

To the kitchen, and thought about the wonderful, kind help I’m received, prompted when I got the bottle of milk from the fridge, that Oberstgruppenfhureress Angela had arranged and one of the ladies had delivered to my door for me last night! Made a brew of Thompsons Punja tea.

WDPH01L4I few moments of Mind-Thoughts blasting: WD 0.40.0. Spirits dipped a tad when I went to get the medications out of the draw. I am now taking the Warfarin doses blind. No blood test for weeks now, so obviously, I have no idea what amount I should be taking! At least if I am imbibing too much, it might just be cutting myself and bleeding to death, might happen if Little Inchies fungal lesion flows. Too little Warfarin, and a stroke, seizure or heart attack. But, of course, that’s providing that the Coronavirus doesn’t get me first! Or Duodenal Donald doesn’t burst open. Maybe Anne Gyna’ll get me? Or the mechanical ticker battery will run out? Or the blood cancer starts again? Perhaps, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters will go into complete failure? Or, the Peripheral Neuropathy may start an involuntary right leg Schuhplattler dance, when I’m crossing the road, and I’ll get squashed by a lorry? No, no, no! With the lock-down I’ll not be outside will I, and will there be any lorries on the road by then anyway? Ah, the part bullet still inside me might suddenly rust? Nae, its been no bother for donkey’s years. It’s a game innit? Hahaha! You’ve got to laugh!

3Wed06By the time I’d stopped the Mind-Blast, the tea had gone cold. So I took the medications to the computer desk, oiled the ear-holes, creamed certain areas in need of the same, and made another brew. I noticed that I had acquired what looked like a scorch mark on my right hand? No doubt during a period of a Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure and the nerves did not inform the brain.

Off to the computerisationing. I had to do a graphic, I had no choice in the matter, this idea came into my mind for a funny Coronavirus page top, I just had to get it completed while it was fresh in my mind.

Then, onto updating the Tuesday blog, but I had a look on the Emails first.

3Wed04Fair enough!

3Wed05I tried again to read my notes to use on the phone call with the help, from Angela.

But it was guesswork. Eventually, and it took me an aeon, I got the updating finished. Put some pics on Pinterest. Emailed the link to my vast number of followers, both of them!

3Wed01WD 0.40.0. Then, I realised I had still got the medications on the tray, not taken. Schmuck! I got them gathered but dropped a yellow Lansoprazole. It took me ages to find it (Well. I thought I had!) The struggle to get down once I did spot it, I used the new picker-upperer (Thanks again, Jenny!) and retrieved it. Struggled to get back up again, and then realised it was not a tablet at all, it was part of potato-chip! Most likely from one of my nocturnal-nibbling sessions). Which meant I had to continue searching for the capsule. It took me so long to find it, I was on the verge of giving up when I did. It must have bounced when I dropped it, cause it was about six foot away on the carpet near the balcony windows! The picker-upperer did its job again. The capsule was washed, and then, taken along with the other medications. What a faffling _art about!

WDP 08L02bEmbarrassing WD 0.40.0.WD 0.40.0. a Odd that I should use the term I did there. Because that is the very thing that emitted from my innards moments later, a little sort of silent involuntary Plump, felt more than heard! I hastened to the Porcelain Throne, but didn’t make it in time! The evacuation again was under the control of my innards. Runny, messy, and smelly. Yet, still, the movement was painful? Had a shower and cleaned up, new PP’s on, and the trousers were thrown away, disinfected thoroughly, in a black bag on there own! Now my spirits sank, shame grew, and a despondency developed!

Eventually, I made a start on this blog. But with the indelicate, humiliating events, my heart had lost some pep. I pondered on what I had eaten that might have caused this worrisome trouble. I’m sure I’d taken nothing out-of-date food in? Ah, well! I was confident that this that diarrhorea is not on the Coronavirus symptoms list. I’ll check later. Diarrhorea Duncan came on suddenly. Things have gone from solid and reluctant, to the opposite in a matter of hours! Mmm!

I was taking some photographs from the window, and the first one was shot. With the aid of the step-ladder and a deal of nervousness (Hehe!), was down below the window on Chestnut Walk. Compared to the last such a shot (right), last weekend, there were more cars and fewer people in view!

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3Wed14WD 0.40.0. I tried again at getting to book an order for Morrisons. But, although I was initially so pleased to be able to get on the site, there were no delivery slots available.

Mysteriously, they told me my trolley is currently £26.90 and contains 19 items?

3Wed14aI then read about Morrisons supplying £35 food boxes, £10 delivery. But could not get to find them on the site, of course.

WD 0.40.0. One more into the breach, I tried for Iceland. Same thing. no slots available. It’s all frustrating and confusing… No, it’s not! Sorry.

WD 0.40.0. From nowhere, disorientation and dizziness fell on me. I felt proper poorly. Then a coughing sneezing session. The guts rumbled, and hobbled off for the third trip to the Porcelain throne! By gum, Trotski Terence had taken over the tummy controls now! Eurgh! Most uncomfortable experience. Cleaning up was another big bother for me.

3Wed35I gave up computing and any thoughts of mind control as the head spun. 

Feeling almost exhausted, not able to take any interest in cooking or preparing fodder, I made a meal of sliced Piccolo tomatoes and the last but one Cox’s apple. I found a bag of crisps and had them with the so-called meal. No desire, hunger or need for more.

Computing left in a right state, I just stripped off, and got down in the recliner, put the TV on, and slowly nibbled at the food. The stomach-grinding began to ease off a little. But I felt so tired. The regular dropping off and waking a few minutes later went on for hours. I had no inclination to do or think about anything much when I was awake.

WD 0.40.0. Then the shakes put an end to any thoughts of getting to sleep for hours. I thought the recliner would fall apart, or I might shake myself off of the chair! Hehehe!

What a pickle!

TTFNski, all the bestest each!

Inchcockum – Tues 24 Mar 2020: Depression reigned, then, a late kindness that had me like a dog with two tails! ♥

2020 Mar 24

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Tuesday 24th March 2020

Maori: Rātapu 24th o Maehe 2020

000 Mar 24 (2)

GM 100.100.150RWD 0.0.128A 00:00hrs: I reckon it must have been around midnight when I woke up. And I lay in uhtcearing mode, the mind stewing, pondering over this and that; Will I get the milk and bread on Morrison’s order? Why am I not shaking, Arthur Itis’s pains are none existent, the horrible ‘Hum’ is so loud, why? Can I keep it together today? How many new cases and deaths with Coronavirus will there be today? On, and on the Thought Storm blasted! 

02:10hrs: I waited for the Porcelain Throne demand to be made, and sure enough, it arrived with a suddenness. I was out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner and up on my feet grabbing for the four-pronged walking stick, then on my way to the wet room, with such ease and lack of bother, I was almost in a state of shock when this dawned on me!

WD 0.0.128A I had another shock when I got there! Yea, Gods, it was painful! But quick at least. The evacuation was carried out under the control of the innards, no input from me was needed. Cleaning up afterwards, a little blood from the rear-end, but a veritable flood from Little Inchies fungal lesion. That will need some cleaning and creaming, I shan’t do it now, cause the stock of Corticosteroid cream consists of about an eighth of a tube, so I’ll see to it when I get the ablutions done later. How, or whenever I can get out to the chemists and shops, I don’t know. But the EQ tells me help is on the way, coming? I do hope and beg he is right!

To the kitchenette and got the kettle on took the medications, then to the computer with the excellent mug of Glengettie Gold tea.

WP Reader, then a while on Facebooking, followed by WordPress Reader reading.

Start this post off, then update yesterday’s blog. All done, posted and link Emailed.

2Tue15WD 0.0.128A I tried to do a Morrison food order. But I got this message, the site was too busy, message. Blimus, I do not need Romulus, the Roman augur, to tell me of a phenomenon that serves as a sign or warning of some future good or evil: forerunner, foretoken, omen, portent, disaster, or prognostic sign. We’re living it now, and dying as well!

2Tue25As the song, composed by Lionel Bart, went, “♫ Fings Ain’t Wot They Used T’Be ♫” And a successful recording by Max Bygraves many years ago (1960)! He even reached Number Five in the Hit Parade with it! I thought this might prompt a few memories, and a smile or two from my fellow oldies, in these trying times?

Why am I waffling on again? Most likely because I’m really worried about how I am going to get food in. I’m fine now but 2Tue26considering the text message that I got this morning, from Gov.UK. telling me I have to stay at home. Fine! At least I’ll starve to death in the warmth. That is unless the electricity can’t be produced with all the workers self-isolating, of course. In that case, I’m not so pleased. Hahaha!

2Tue01An email came in from Morrisons re today’s delivery.  No bread today, and they couldn’t deliver an alternative? On the plus side, they are letting me have a 9-pack of toilet rolls. They do help though, and with sending little food, it should help my dieting, and I should not need so many toilet rolls. Good, innit!

I then thought I’d try to do an order for Iceland. Hahahaha!

2Tue23

I confirmed that I was a vulnerable old git. Then had to sign in. This took me back to the first window, I clicked ‘Yes’ again, finally, I got thought to book an order, that had all the slots unavailable!

2Tue16I wonder if I might try grilling some bits of the carpet? I’ve got some sauces I have with it, out of date, fair enough, but still. Hehe! The British sense of humour saves the day again!

WD 0.0.128A I tried to get a Morrison order in again. Not having it again.

WD 0.0.128A I started to update this post, and an attack from Dizzy Dennis arrived, that nearly had me pressing the wristlet alarm, and left me feeling unsteady on my feet. The brain might have been affected as well, cause the previously keenish concentration I’d had this morning, became obfuscated, and unwilling, ignoring, regardless of my mental needs, analyses and deliberations.

2Tue13WD 0.0.128A Got the handwashing in soak, and ablutions tackled. And I thought yesterdays session was a bad one. This one beast it hands down! Niggly dropsies irked me throughout. Including the shower-head, three times! But only dropped on my foot once). I broke the new toothbrush. Several tiny cuts shaving. Knocked the things off of the top of the cabinet. And, somehow or other, headbutted the door coming out of the shower when Dizzy Dennis paid a visit! Glanglegloberations!

2Tue09Todays ordered three weeks ago, Morrison delivery arrived. I got it put away, clandestinely, not showing the rolls through the window. I wish I’d got a safe now!

Nice to have some fodder in at last. No fresh stuff other than a mushroom pate and some tomatoes. But I’ll not starve.

2Tue14I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

I’d been working myself into a tizzy since the ablutions. Things not going very well since.

I thought I’d check on Amazon to see when and if will coming me coming, and the delayed ear-wax removal plugs. 

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2Tue02

2Tue24Come back the next day for a refund? Mmm? I’m confused and befuddled!

2Tue15WD 0.0.128A I attempted to get a Morrison order through for next week or fortnights time.

I don’t know why I bothered! No, no, no, I do! It’s called Hoping for the Best! Me? Hoping for the best? Humph! I do like wasting time, don’t I? What a klutz! With Iceland’s web site a no-go as well. thing ain’t looking good for the future!

2Tue10I took a photo from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, new anti-photographer designed kitchen window. I would have taken a shot of Chestnut Walk below as well, but the giant window ledge makes me have to use the step-ladder to reach out for the picture taking. Humph!

WD 0.0.128A I got the meal prepping started and put some Truffle-Fries in the oven, then returned to the computer. As soon as started typing, Dizzy Dennis launched at me with one of his worst ever spells. Then the landline light flashed. It was Sister Jane. We chatted and laughed a decent while. I’m afraid I can’t really remember much about what was said. Such was the force of this Dizzy Dennis bout!

WD 0.0.128A For some reason, as I was coming back to me usual grumpy, sour, bitter, self-loathing, depressed old self, I realised that I had not had any Phlebotomy nurse come to take me blood sample test? But, I was not in the least offended, aggrieved, annoyed or slighted by this. The Community nurses, all have the same problems that we are having, worse than us in these flats. They must be really struggling, and in such circumstances, can only do their best again the sudden extra-demands for their time, and it must irk them so. They can only do what they can, under such stressful conditions. I thank them for doing what they can. ♥ It’s been two or three weeks since the last blood test, but it can’t be helped.

While I’m on this, a few thoughts for the ILCs here in the flats too. They have families of their own to tend to, as well as us old-timers! They must also be under every day strains. ♥ Bless em all!

I waffled again there, sorry.

2Tue30As the meal was being served up, the intercom light flashed. I’m really glad I was in the kitchen at the time, cause the tune from the intercom wouldn’t have been heard with the fire door shut! It’s on its loudest setting too! It was an Amazon delivery chap, with the giant pack of instant potato-flakes that I’d ordered, at last! The man left them outside the door and had retreated to the lobby door, he shouted something I could not decipher, and I shouted a ‘Thank You’, as he ran off. And, I don’t blame him!

2Tue31I opened the package, to reveal a ginormous bag of Maggi Potato Flakes. 4kg! Haha!

I’ll have to get all my lidded storage pots to pour it all into once I open it, to keep them fresh. I bet I’ll that whenever I do this, I’ll make a right mess and lose a lot of the flakes on the floor?

2Tue33I got the meal served up. I have to say, that I am amazed at how well the Piccolo tomatoes have lasted, over a week now and they have no signs of shrivelling up yet? I wonder if they have been irradiated? The Flavour rating for this slowly eaten and enjoyed feast was 8.8/10! Baked beans with Hickory, smoked ready-cooked bacon (Sadly all gone now!), tomatoes and the really different and gorgeous Truffle Fries! Which I have acquired a strong proclivity for.

WD 0.0.128A I got an email in while I was nibbling the fodder. The Diabetes team had stopped booking for and cancelled all meetings. Fair enough, to be expected!

I was suddenly drained and the fatigue overcame me earlier than ever today. So I didn’t do the handwashing. I put the dishes in the bowl to soak, got the last can of Pepsi (sugar-free, of course), and got my adiposity ladened stomached torso into the £300, second-hand recliner, and turned on the TV.

To my surprise, I was soon off in deep sleep and I think dreaming about the old days when I was fit and able, and healthy! (It’s best I do not mention what I was up to in my rather frisky, nocturnal hallucinating!)

 It took me a while, to realise that it was the landline’s ringing and flashing that had awoken me!

wd 0.0.128 I fumble my body mass out of the recliner and fell on my knees. (Klunk, double-thud, Argh!) Luckily the phone is only two normal paces from where I fell, I used the swivel chair (but got away with it, Phew!) to get back up, and was sure the phone would stop ringing before I got to it. But no! I got there in time, pain as well, but pleased with myself for getting there on time at all!

With just being aroused, the conversation didn’t all sink in very well. But the hearing was okay, the receptor nerves were the problem. It was Nottingham City Homes, Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager, Desktop Dancer, and Catwalk Model, Angela Gould. An Angel of Mercy as well! She spoke, well, we talked a long time I think, not that I can recall all of it now. Tsk! But, someone, a lady, was coming to my flat, on her way now; With some fresh milk for me! My heart melted as she spoke, I can remember that alright! The gal would ring my bells, and leave the milk outside the door, to keep to the Social Distancing practice!

WD 0.0.128A I thanked her a thousand times, and was so annoyed with myself afterwards! I wrote down some notes on the little pad to use on this diary in the updating in the morning. But could I read my writing? No! Grr!

Minutes later, ‘♫ I only want to be with you ♫’ chimed out from both doorbells. I got some trousers on, just in case whoever delivered the milk saw me, (too much of a shock to see me naked, for anyone!) and went to the door. A female voice said something to me from the lobby door, and I shouted my appreciations to her. The milk bottle was collected, and back to the kitchen, I put the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea!

This unexpected, kindness, must have been what my EQ was referring too. Just when you’ve had enough of the unfairness and failings,  something like this assistance and kind help restors your faith in humanity. Thanks, Angela and girls!

2Tue34I took a photo of the pins (legs) as I took off the socks and trousers to get back in the recliner, I noticed how pale they looked compared to earlier? No way of guessing at why, with no Warfarin blood test results to assess with.

Getting back to sleep took a long time.

For I was having, for one, some ‘Nice’ Thought Storms!

Inchcock Today – Monday 23rd March 2020: One or two gaudiloquent moments today, helped me get through it!

2020 Mar 23

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Monday 23rd March 2020

Basque: 2020ko Martxoaren 23, Astelehena

000 Mar 23a

GM03 0.51.003:10hrs: Woke late, but that’s because I had another six-hours worth of blissful, glorious sleep. Great! Laying there a moment, I wriggled and appreciated that Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda and Shaking Shoulder Shirley, were all giving me a welcome break from hassle! Even Greaterer! My only ailments in a bad mood, were Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna and Shaking Shaun. Well copeable with, I think. Hope it stays this way.

I received the usual indications from the innards, (rumbling, grumbling) that a visit to the Porcelain Throne was needed. I rose up on my feet, grabbed the stick, and wobbled off to the wet room, with minimal effort or pain! Great, greaterer!

1Mon01This session was much improved on earlier ones, less painful, more comfortable to exert and far less painful! The only thing that spoilt my elation was the amount of bleeding from the rear. There were a few spots of haemoglobin from Little Inchies fungal lesion, but nowt to fret about. And the pins looked a little odd to me, but blown if I know why or what made me think this? The Clopidogrel lumps and papules, as well as the veins, looked calm enough. The knees in good form. I’m a little annoyed at myself for not knowing what it is that seems so different to me. (Possibly Saccades-Sandra playing up, I’ll find out when I get on the computer later). I washed and did a bit of medicating and went to the kitchen.

As I filled the kettle, it did become evident that Saccades-Sandra was playing up, as I struggled to get the connector base and kettle lined-up. Got the medications out, digested them, olive-oiled the ears, Saccades eye spray applied, and made the brew of Thompsons Punjana. Then got the

1Mon04WD 0.40.0 The morning sun was casting shadows from behind the flats, and I took this shot, but it took three tries, as the harrowing Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters started failing, to get an unsmudged picture. I can’t find any pattern in these nerve-end dyings; sometimes it is persistent, others for a few moments. There are no warning signs; it has caused me many an Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop, but not this time. Hehehe!

1Mon03I got the yellow Clinical Sharps Waste box and Enoxaparin pre-filled syringe needle and grabbed a lump of fleshy-stomach, (no problems, I have masses of flubber hanging off around my wobbly midriff!). I injected the anticoagulant. I must remember to give the box to the nurse in the morning! I started and continued to cough a bit persistently afterwards, but this is a regular occurrence, Dr Vindla says not to worry about, so I don’t. I took a swig of the ‘Tickly Cough’ medicine.

A funny thing about doing these injections, sticking and pushing it in, and I smell nothing, but there is always a lingering sweet smell afterwards for a few hours. It’s lovely; I think that someone should make a perfume out of it! Haha!

1Mon02I got the computer going and checked the emails first. The daily Coronvirus (Covid-19) update page gave this graph: Dr Keith Girling, Medical Director for  Nottingham University Hospitals NHS Trust, said: “Sadly, we can confirm that a further two patients who were being cared for at our hospitals have died. Both patients had tested positive for Covid-19. There are now 34 patients diagnosed with the virus in the city, up from 22, while figures for the county have increased to 60, a jump from 45 on Saturday, March 21.

WD 0.40.0 Well, that did nothing to cheer me up! I got on with updating the Sunday post, which should have been a quicker task, with so few photos, with me not getting out and about. But, ended up with me struggling against the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters. They came into action and failed again repeatedly. After finally getting it finished and posted off, I needed to do some page top graphics on CorelDraw. Another few hours lost, but I do so enjoy creating them.

1Mon04aI’ve not mentioned them yet, but the wee-wees were frequent and all of the VSHLP (Very Short-Hosepipe-Like-Painful) variety.

I took a breather and got the mushrooms in the crock-pot. Sea salt and balsamic vinegar seasonings added. Left it on a low-setting, and didn’t cut-up or slice the fungi.

WD 0.40.0 Checked the ever-changing state of the Amazon deliveries. They were all originally next day deliveries that were but put back. Well, it’s to be expected, Amazon is not protected from the effects of staff, product shortages and other Coronvirus limitations being imposed! Fingers crossed the potatoes might get here tomorrow? He says, so full of expectancy, hope and not listening to his EQ, who warned him weeks ago! To be fair, joking aside, it must be a horrendously difficult task for them nowadays!

1Mon05b

But, Government instructions to Self-Isolate or not, I will need bread, milk and fresh fruit and vegetables soon. I’ll have to go out! Tomorrow, I have an order coming, I hope, from Morrisons, but if its anything like the last one, there will not be much of it. Will the phlebotomy angel-nurse be calling tomorrow or not? Life is very disconcerting now, isn’t it?

I then went on CorelDraw again, to try my best to get some more graphics done ahead of the day. Still, fingers crossed! Back online soon…

1Mon08WD 0.40.0 I’m back! I went to check on the veg in the crockpot. Oh, dearie me and Bugglethumbles! I left the slow-cooker on a high setting! The seasoned water splattered out all over the place. Never mind, at least it was an easy accifauxpas to clean up this time! So, no moaning. Hehe!

I finished doing the graphics a few hours later. Having made just three of them. Tsk! But they were complicated ones for page top headers, so I hope they encourage a laugh or a few smiles when I use them. One was used as a page top for this blog; it took me the longest of them to get together. But I thought it came out alright.

wd 0.40.0a The computer was closed down, and off I went to the wet room and Porcelain Throne. Two visits today? This one was a nasty affair. Very painful, messy, and I clouted my knee on the floor cabinet corner. My language is getting worse this week! Got a clean-up and creamed certain areas in need of the same.

1Mon07I got the nosh carefully prepared. Tons of washing up to do afterwards, with for some reason seemed a right bind to me? Anyroad, the out-of-sell-by-date potato curl things, despite being stuck together like glue, came out tasty. I think the packet had been thawed and refrozen. The well-overcooked mushrooms, peas and leeks, were gorgeous! Mini tomatoes, they were keeping well, considering I bought them over a week ago! The pate and last of the sausages, wonderfully flavourful. A taste-rating of 8/10!

As I was washing the pots up, the ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ chimed from the door chimes. It was Josie returning the Sunday lunch paraphernalia. She said she enjoyed it and asked about where I’d got the Rhubarb & Custard yoghourts from. I inquired if she liked the anchovies, and she did. I handed her the other yoghourts from the fridge, and she gave me a pack of mini Victoria cakes. Which I should have told her are off my permitted diet list now – but I weakened and took them, with guilt and certain self-loathing in the air. Naughty Inchcock! We had a few words nattering, and she departed, bless her cotton socks. This certainly cheered me up, her liking the nosh.

WD 0.40.0 I got the computer back on, to do an Iceland order. But, there were no slots available! Grobblesnotkins! Closed it down, and got the TV on. 

Tried to get some kip, but even the many adverts om the box failed to help me get to sleep!

I spat, curse silently, and got up again and did a some work on CorelDraw. No sooner had I started it than the weariness and fatigue missing earlier fell on me. This isolationing thing is getting to me now! Humph!

Off went the computer again, and I got back in the grotty-beige-coloured broken by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, recliner… Zzzz!

Inchcockski – Sunday 22nd March 2020: Mentally muddled today. Usual state, then!

2020 Mar 22

2020 tttMar22

Sunday 22nd March 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Március 22, Vasárnap

000 Mar 23

GM brown L02:30hrs: Well, well, well, sleep at last! Six hours no less! Within minutes of waking up, I’d decided there was an ode about the Coronavirus that had been floating about in my head, and it needed tending to, while it was fresh in my memory box. Of course, the gurgling and rumbling from the innards started. So a trip to the Porcelain Throne had to take predominance.

wd 0.0.30 I arrived in the nick of time on the Throne, and the evacuation started without any input from me. But only so far, then it was reluctant-cement time! The pain I went through to get things moving again, was unpleasant, to say the least. But, I freed things, and unfortunately, this caused quite a bit of bleeding, that took far longer to stop than usual. And of course, wasted a few precious sheets of toilet paper. I should have used the kitchen towel roll, I will next time! And really must call for a prescription for some more Corticosteroid cream.

Had a wash, the contact points antisepticated, and off to the kitchen. Took the medications, made a brew and off to the computer and made up the Coronavirus Calypso ode. The words flowed out with ease. I must have been dreaming of this during the night?

wd 0.0.30 I had it made and posted off in record time! Then got on with updating the Saturday blog, which took me a lot longer. Mainly due to Shoulder-Shaking -Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing both at the same time. After such a relaxed session on the ode-making, I could not help but feel a little sorry for myself, suffering from so many ailments. Then I thought of Josie’s meal needing doing, and I didn’t have the natural desire in me, but I shall not let her down, it will be done!

7Sun01I checked the emails. One from Amazon is asking for a review of the Tork toilet rolls, that had been cancelled! I filled it in, mentioning the reason being that as they had not been delivered, I couldn’t respond in the accepted style.

I Pinterested some photos, and then I had a go at the TFZer Facebooking for a few hours. I got around to the WordPress Reader section at last.

It was all of a go-go, on the CorelDrawing then. I kept doing graphics for the TFZer and Album pages on Facebook. This is because at last, the hassle from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failings had eased off a little, and became only sporadic. Baffling, even the Doctors aren’t sure why this happens so often, I was just grateful it does and was enjoying the freedom to work on graphicationalising. But had to stop, a little disappointingly so I could get my ablutions done and prepare Josie’s meal for her.

I limped to the wet room first, to get teeth, shaving and showering done, bit with a sense from my EQ, to take care. Mmm! We’ll see, back in a bit.

wd 0.0.30A I’m back! Apart from just a couple or so (5) dropsies, the five cuts shaving, wee’d me off. Hah!

wd 0.0.30 I got stuck into the handwashing and realised that part-way through washing the togs, I had not started Josie’s meal yet! It was a hell of a rush job to get it to her on time! Once it was prepared, I rushed it to her door, taking a can of G & T and a pot of the Toy-Shop yoghourt that was custard & rhubarb flavoured. I had to buy this flavour with a lemon flavour, and I don’t like rhubarb. Tsk! Usually, I take a snap of her meal, but today with the rushing about to get it ready in time, I forgot all about it. I gave her fish sticks, mixed some tuna-in-brine with some mayonnaise, a few anchovies, halved some mini-tomatoes, a piece of cheese, garden peas and my World Famous, (Well, my sister Jane likes them) Cheesy-Potato-Mash. I put less salt on the tomatoes with the anchovies being there) She answered the door a bit quicker than usual, and quizzed me as to what the anchovies were. I hope she likes them. She handed me a packet of Victoria cakes. I thanked her and gently explained to her about my being diagnosed with diabetes.  But being the weak-willed-wimp that I am, took them anyway.

7Sun04Back to the kitchen and got the and washing done, rung and hung! Then, I tackled the laundry. But I felt okay, as Dizzy Dennis and even Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley were being kind to me!

I put the rest of the cheesy potatoes in the oven on a low light for my nosh later. The other half of the anchovies will go on it, with the left-over peas and some fish stick and Surami, well, that’s the plan, anyway.

7Sun05I made a mug of tea, taking this picture of the new kettle making the place seem all clean and polished. (Obviously, it wasn’t, though, Hahaha!)

wd 0.0.30 Then as I was going into the computer, I noticed I had not emptied and cleaned and put away the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). So, I had an INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) wee-wee, and off to the wet room to clean and disinfect things. It didn’t-half pong! I mustn’t forget that again!

Back to the blogging and updated this piece of documentary-styled, unelaborated hogwash. I pressed on with the blogging, then visited the TFZer Facebooking for a quick update.

7Sun39I’ll get the nosh done now. I was so glad I bought all those tomatoes when I went to Arnold now, they are keeping pretty well too. I hope they don’t suddenly shrivel. This was a meal worth a taste-rating of 8.5/10. I dined slowly and savoured every bit of the food without any abstemiousness. My coenaculous desires were well satiated!

The washing-up of the pots was accident-free. Well, I did spill a fair bit of water on my belly, but then again, the stomach does stick worryingly-flabbily out so much more now in these isolationing days. Tsk!

Pete WinI got a wash and changed into the night attire. Then got uncomfortably settled on the second-hand, £300, recliner, that xyrophobia-suffering, Lottery winner, Pools winner and flat-robber, Brother-in-law Pete Archibald Bratton had knackered, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables, while I was in the hospital after having the stroke.

Disappointingly,  sleep did not want to come. But when it did, very late on, I sank into unknown bliss, for about six-hours uninterrupted peace, not even any dreams or nightmares! (That I can remember, anyway!)

Nice!

Inchcockski – Friday 20th March 2020: It turned out I was up for over 25hours today. Oh, dearie me!

2020 Mar 20

2020 tttMar20

Friday 20th March 2020

Danish: Fredag 20 Marts 2020

000 Mar 20

GM 100.100.150RWD 100.100.150 01:45hrs: Another ever-waking and nodding-off night! I’m getting frustrated with this nocturnal habit I seem to have caught! I waited for the mangled thoughts that were actively teasing my grey-cells, to dissipate. I looked around me and noticed that the curtains were open and partly hanging off the now broken rail, onto the floor. It got worse!

WD 100.100.150 Signs of Nocturnal-Nibbling were spotted! An empty Marmite crisp packet and some unidentifiable crumbs were spread over my overly-protruding stomach, with its partly deflated spare tyre hanging loose. Also, on the chair and even squashed down the nails of two fingers?

I pondered a while further. What’s been going on? I must have been noctambulating overnight? But I had no memories of doing so? Am I going potty? For some reason, the Coronavirus came to mind, and I began thinking back to my younger days. When everyone was assured, the human race would go on forever. I certainly didn’t expect to that in my lifetime, I’d see the end of mankind or the world. But it’s a possibility after all. Or is it? That feeling you get when you’re a young whippersnapper, that you are Special in a world of billions, a chosen. Well, maybe one to be on hand for the; end of time, end of days, last days, final days, doomsday, Armageddon, the apocalypse, or eschaton! Ah, Well, if it’s to be. So be it!

My ruminative mind-wandering came to an abrupt end, as I involuntarily passed wind, and moved to free my body-mass from the £300, second-hand none-working recliner.

WD 100.100.150 I put my hand down the inside of the seat, to gain some momentum in getting my overweight body freed so I could stand. I squashed the finger blisters from last nights scolding with the tea. This brought forth some Profane and socially offensive language, muttered with some force from my lips, but I kept control of the volume and did not shout out loud. I don’t think. (As I did last night when I had the Accifauxpas!)

WD 100.100.150 I got to the Throne in time and sat there waiting for it, as it has been doing recently, to start of its own accord, but it didn’t. Much painful and urgent encouragement was given, I could feel the blood flowing down my legs as the evacuation started. But it was soon over with, and then the painful cleaning up and medicationalisationing had to be done. I put some cream on the fingers afterwards.

Back to the c1968, cringingly grottily-beige coloured recliner, and cleaned up what I could without using the hoover, too early for the noise yet. As for the curtains, I was not well enough to handle the steps however, after the bending to get the crumbs up. The curtains remain hanging loose on the floor at 08:40hrs (and beyond). Guilt-Mode-Engaged!

5Fri02I opened the door to the kitchen, with anticipations of finding more signs and indications of my evening rummaging around. But it looked the same as I had left it, which was nice to see! I took a photo from the unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking thick-framed kitchen window.

Took the medications with spring water, made a brew, oh, so carefully, I can tell yer! But, whenever the Shuddering Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, or Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters fail, they do it without warning. So, I can only blame myself for the Accifauxpas last evening, I was holding the cup in my right hand at the time! But, then again, if I’d used the left hand to hold the mug, I’d have had to use the right for getting the milk out of the fridge. Which wouldn’t have burnt me, but would have been a lot harder to clean up if I’d dropped that instead of the brew. My mind’s going round in circle here. The simple truth is, as the Doctors and nurses have told me, there is nothing they can do to mend dying nerve-ends. So why am I blaming myself now? Anyway, everyday activities are getting either too painful or almost impossible to do. I waffled self-pityingly on again there, didn’t I? Sorry!

Time was going, and I knew that the weariness and fatigue would arrive and put an early stop to my activities and concentration again! So I pressed on with the updating of yesterdays blog as quickly as I could. (I bet there’s no end of mistakes I’ve made in it, Tsk!)

I had a drink of the spring water with a drop of orange cordial added to it, had the first proper wee-wee of the day (Yes, about four hours without one!) It turned out to be of a different variety than I had for yonks. A TTNWTE (Torrential-Throughout-Not-Wanting-To-End) mode! This encouraged me to get the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) out and disinfected, and placed near the computer, ready for further use!

Back on the computerisationing. I posted off the blog. Went on Pinterest. Then the WordPress reader. The TFZer Facebooking next, I spent hours on it, and enjoyed it, too!

I think Herbert is building his models this morning. (Clunk, Bang occasionally) But this is a good thing! I was getting withdrawal symptoms for the lack of banging, knocking and drilling, now the upgrading work has been suspended. Hahaha!

6Sat05I went on CorelDraw, determined to get some much-needed graphics and page tops done. Within five minutes, I needed the Porcelain Throne again.

WD 100.100.150 I really wish you could have seen my farcical performance in getting there on time! I did so relatively easily, but as I was settling down on the pot, so’s to speak, the Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance in the right legs started! It was a sharp session, but short in duration. Still enough for me to stub the toe in the process of trying to control it.

But, on the plus side, I managed to contain things long enough to get back on the Throne before the movement began. Only just, but, Phew! The good luck returns! While in there, I olive-oiled the ear canals, and had a check on the pins.

5Fri05By gosh, they had returned to the insipid, pale, anaemic-looking state again. But the veins and clopidogrel marks were a great deal calmer.

WD 100.100.150 I was feeling a touch of almost nonchalant at how I had coped the involuntary dance routine this time. And going out through the door, I clouted my elbow on the frame. Huh!

5Fri04I got the vegetables in the saucepan, trying a seasoning with an unknown taste. The 5% vinegar, and a drop of balsamic vinegar, oh, and some sea-salt.I tried to keep having a check on it. Parsnips, turnips, sugar snap peas and mushrooms. I hope to have them with some chips and franks, later.

WD 100.100.150 Back to the computer and tried to get some page tops done. However, the concentration went when Saccades Sandra gave me a few funny turns.

5Fri01So, I went to make a brew of Glengettie, in the larger mug. Back again to try CorelDrawing.No a lot of success.

I got the sweet potato fries in the oven cooking.

WD 100.100.150 No good, Saccades Sandra and Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley are both having a go at me, and I think the lack of sleep, doesn’t help. I’m turning into a right little insomniac.

5Fri03The nosh was close to being ready to serve up. I nipped to have a quick wash, I didn’t want to mis if the man arrived with the toilet rolls! The legs seemed in good conditon again. Talk about ever changing and Jeckle & Hyde!

I got the meal presented on the tray.

5Fri08Settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner with the nosn on the tray, and I have to claim that it was a cracking tasty treat! Everything was good, tastewise, and no potatoes or bread again. This new-found grit and determination to stick to a diet seems to be working! The vegetables were super! Everything else was decent enough! A flavour Rating of 8.3/10 given.

After feasting and getting the things washed up, my most vital to me anyway, task, was not to fall asleep and miss the toilet rolls coming!

5Fri09I checked on emails, and they due up to 22:00hrs tonight. I tuened off the computer, and got the telly on, making sure the programmes I watched had sub-titles on them. I took the top picture on the right, from the unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen windows. I may have nodded off a few times, but I’m sure it was only for a few seconds. Then got up to check that any rolls had not been left outsuide the door, nope!

I took the second bottom photo, and the clouds look the same lay-out to me? Why, I ask, after such a length of time?

Back to the rusty old recliner, and started to watch a Law & Order episode, and the door chime rang out! I hastily fumbled by way out of the chair and to the door. There on the floor was the pack of toilet rolls, and the delivery driver was walking hastily away out of the foyer door. I can’t blame him, he is a block of flats, filled with the most at-risk elderley all around him (Coronavirus).

5Fri007cI got the pack inside, and found they were the second lot I had ordered. Cheaper, but much thinner and narrower than the Tork ones I’d ordered first. I remembered at the time, my EQ telling me they (the Topk ones) will never arrive. Looks like he was right again! Still, on the bright side, I do not need bother over struggling to get toilet tissue for a while. And, if anyone in the flats runs out, I can spare one to help them out now! That’s a good thing!

I put them in the corned behind the seats, and managed to stay awake long enough to change into the night attire, and got seated again.

I was asleep almost instantly! (It was gone midnight by then!)

Inchcock: Wed 18 Mar 2020: Started off Whoopsiedangleplopitis-Free – But it soon got back to normal. Tsk!

2020 Mar 18

2020 tttMar17

Wednesday 18th March 2020

Latin: Die 18 Martii MMXX

000 Mar 17

GM06c 01:35hrs: Woke feeling like I had only had a half-an-hours sleep. Then I realised, that I had only had 30 minutes kip! But, that’s how it’s been lately.

As I was plugging away trying to free my ever-expandingly stomached body from the comfort of the second-hand, c1968, none-working, broken by xyrophobia-suffering crook and Brother-in-Law Pete, rickety recliner, the pleasing thought of purchasing the toilet rolls, and the wonderful help from the unknown angel in Sainsbury’s yesterday, came into mind. And joy and a warm, comforting feeling did overfloweth! I realise the dangers of my getting too confident, assured and/or contented, is always a signal for Whoppsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, failings and disasters to pay me a visit. But I just couldn’t help but wallow in the sense of, someone cares and does something to help others! Heartwarming! But, dangerous for Inchcock, at the same time! I must not get carried away.

Even on the way to, and during the Porcelain Throne session, my appreciation of her help, and the satisfaction of knowing I have a full fridge and cupboard (not to mention the toilet rolls!), settled my usually apprehensive, nervous state on waking. Even the passing was a good one. Apart from a little too much bleeding, there was far less pain and effort required, and things were not in the least bit messy or over-pungent!

3Wed04Little Inchies fungal lesion was not leaking!  As I said earlier, I must not get carried away!

As for the pins, just look at them. They could be any ordinary pair of legs. The varicose and spider veins seem to have retreated, the Clopidogrel lumps and marks, and the blood papules have gone the same way. Amazing!

I can’t understand it this morning, and it concerns me, things are going so well, and I am singing to myself! I got the kettle on and got the medications ready. Opening the pill-blister, for the first time ever, all the tablets were in the right sections, and I didn’t drop a single one! (Am I really asleep and still dreaming?) Got the tablets and medicines taken, applied the creams and lotions, then cleaned the ears with the new tool and re-olive-oiled them, without my snapping the end off the tool, or spilling any oil! Made the brew and into the front room with it.

I got on with the updating of yesterday’s Inchcock Today. I was confused, as this took me no longer than three hours, and that’s with all the photographs to sort out! Mmm?

Then, as I was starting to do the Pinterest postings…

Virgin (2)

Ah, that’s more like my luck! But even this didn’t last long. I went on Facebooking to see if it was mended yet and would allow me to post photos to my albums… Great Balls of Fire! It did! Very slowly mind. So I spent ages on updating the albums but felt chuffed when I got them done.

3Wed03I took a break, had a weak wee-wee, made some tea and had four-biscuits Before this new diet, it would have been a packet of bikkies! – I’m saying I wasn’t tempted, Hehe!) I had a read of the newsletter again, about us losing the L9 bus service, but nothing conf=rete came from it. They have twelve days to make their minds up what we are going to get, to replace the L9 bus.

3Wed01Back to sorting the photographs out for storage. As I was doing this, I was genuinely surprised to hear some banging and drilling. I soon realised it was not what I thought, about 05:00hrs, but it was gone by eight o’clock! The workers were doing something in the lift lobby. But it didn’t last long, ten-minutes at most.

I went on the WordPress Reader. Then added some pictures on the TFZer Facebook page.

Off to make another brew, this time the Glengettie black. I checked on the toilet roll delivery-tracker from Amazon. 20th to 24th March.

14:00hrs: I made a start on Graphicalisationing for page tops.

WD 128.0.128a Yet, with good luck (At first, I thought). I went to get meal sorted, and had a bit of a dizzy, grabbed at the counter and knocked the cleaner spray flying. I lunged to catch in, knocking a saucepan off of the stove – but the handle actually attached itself to the bottle sprayer gun, and saved it falling down between the stove and cupboard! More good fortune!

WD 128.0.128 Then thought I heard a voice or music, and went to the front door, but no one was there? On the way back, I realised that it was the Alert Line controllers voice from the On-Call line. I must have caught the wrist alarm as I grabbed for the bottle. He was not too pleased, but he told me to take care. Ah, the luck starteth to turneth, I thought. (Boy was I unknowingly right too!)

WD 128.0.128 I’d got the plate laid out, just awaiting the Haloumi sticks to finish cooking in the oven. And an urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. What a shame, Little Inchy’s fungal lesion was pouring blood! And a right mess it made too! I carried out the painful evacuation, then did the even more hurtful medicationalisationing on Little Inchy. Got all cleaned up, and got back to the kitchen.

WD 128.0.128 Crabstickleisations! The halloumi sticks were burnt to an unfit for human consumption pile of almost ash! Humph, what a Nebech! I dished them and the tray and started again using another pack of the sticks from the freezer.

3Wed14Twenty minutes or so later, I was placing the Halloumi on the plate with the dried food that had been sat there so long! Gerrangulations! I swapped the lettuce and salad leaves with some in the fridge. Added the peas from the saucepan, and was pleased to be about to feast on the resurrected plateful of nosh, as my hunger and phagomania grew! The lips ere licked… then…

WD 128.0.128 The Fire Alarm went off! I dare not settle, in case it was a real one. I got the step ladder and looked down out of the unwanted, unliked, photographer-hating, thick-framed, view-blocking kitchen window, to keep an eye out for the brigade and watch their responses. If they left early, within a few minutes, then I’d know it was a false alarm. Whilst waiting for their arrival, I got the camera to record things.

3Wed14a

There were gone within five minutes. But that was long enough for the Halloumi stick to get soggy and cold on the plate! What was going to be a treat, a pleasant, epicurean delight of a meal, was turned into an unpleasant, picking out what food is warm enough and edible, task!

Well, the days ending with me getting back to my usual Whoopsiedangleplopitis returning.

3Wed13But, to be fair, apart from the sticks tasting like tar, (Yes, I have eaten it! Dad used to call at roadworks and get a lump off of his mates, get his penknife out and cut a lump off of the block for me to chew on!) it wasn’t too bad really. The meal I mean!) But I’m sorry I even tried to eat the Halloumi, Eurgh! I still gave it a taste-rating of 6.5/10.

I got the pots washed, and as I did so, the dreaded wet warm sensation was coming from Little Inchies regions. At least with the fresh PPs on, it didn’t trickle down my leg. Off to the wet room for cleaning and medicalisationing, the Daktacort cream is nearly all used up now. Summat else to fret about! Mind you, I was still a tad lucky, cause I noticed it in plenty of time, thus saving my having to crack-open the dried blood, which usually starts it flowing again.

WD 128.0.128 When I got back to finish the pots, I found I’d left the hot-water tap (Faucet) running! Being late on now, the water heating was turned on a bit ago, and will soon heat up again.

So, I left the pots and went to the computer, to make sure about the morning’s appointment at the Sherwood Health Clinic, it was for 08:30hrs. I just hope that the toilet rolls from Amazon do not come while I’m out. They gave me a six-day window for an ETA, starting tomorrow. If they left them outside the door, would they still be there when I got home? Of course, this means me staying in for a week! Humph at the thought!

Pete 01Got down in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, rarely working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. The one that bullying 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 all back yet, eight-months later). This is he, my chaetophorous, anti-epilation Brother-in-law, Pete!

WD 128.0.128 As per, and as a usual, sleep did not come until it was almost time to get up again. Grangwangles!

Inchcock Today – Tues 17 Mar 2020: What a day that was! Mixed-emotions, busy, memory-failing, shilly-shallying etc.

2020 Mar 17

2020 tttMar17

Tuesday 17th March 2020

Hmong: Hnub Tuesday 17 Lub Peb Hlis 2020

000 Mar 17

GM05 creamWD 0.0.120 01:15hrs: I woke up, in a right mind-pickle – it took me a minute or so who realised I’d woken up at all! Part of the brain was still happily back in the dream I was having, and a beaut it was. I was entertaining an old flame from years ago, the best bit was we were the same ages again. The happy reminiscing ended, as I realised it was not really happening, and never will again. In a couple of seconds, I went from Happiness Defcon 1 to a gibbering, depressed, sulking old git that I am. Hehehe!

The regular summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was battling to get up on my feet. Grabbed the stick and meandered to the wet room, thinking there was no rush, the borborygmic churning was not present. But I nearly got caught out, no sooner had I got down on the Throne, the evacuation started. Another painful one, but a lot quicker today, and not so messy! There was a bit of bleeding mind.

2Tue01WD 0.0.120 The legs were so different from yesterday morning. Far paler and with the blood-papsules, weals, scars, lumps, bulges, spots, bruises, welts and veins had gone into shy-mode! This was a mystery to me, even for 72 Woodthorpe Court’s illusions, delusions, hallucinations, farcicalisations, infestations, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and manic machinations that thrive here freely, and so bountifully!

I got cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette. The noise from the ‘Hum’ seemed different somehow, still loud, but with a sort of purring effect that gusted now and then with it. I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, took the medications.

2Tue02Considering if I should open the packet of crispy salt & vinegar seaweed for breakfast or not. But I decided against this, in case I liked them and I have no more. There’s a logic in there somewhere, well, I thought there was at the time, Haha!)

WD 0.0.120 I got on the computer and checked to see if the ‘Error’ that Facebook assured me “We’re working on getting this fixed as soon as we can”, four days ago, had been repaired and I could get back into my photo albums. No Chance! If it wasn’t for my love of the TFZer site, I would just leave and stick with LinkedIn. So much pleasure has been taken away from me.

1Mon02

I got on with the updating of yesterdays blog. Which was not easy. Interference from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Neurotransmitter Nigel, that even with so few photographs taken, so many mistakes were having to be corrected. It took me hours get done. Humph! But I got it finished eventually.

Then went on to the WordPress Reader. Some fantastic photographs on there from Tim Price today. He’s put a blog on with the finest pictures of his cats I’ve ever seen. If you are a cat person (Jane?), have a look if you like, great stuff! Tim’s Expressionable cats

Hello, back to the Throne! A repeat performance, but without the bleeding. Got a wash and returned to the computer.

2Tue08aI made a start on this blog but had to divert to get the ablutions sorted out. Iceland fresh and frozen foods are coming soon.

WD 0.0.120 I had a quick check of their email confirmation to see if anything had been short, or substituted. Of course, there had been, four items affected. They sent large fresh mushrooms in place of button ones. Breadcrumb fish fingers instead of battered. No kitchen towels at all. Naturally, there were no toilet rolls! Spitworthy-Splurging-Sprungcurses! Swine!

WD 0.0.120 Off I trotted to the wet room. It started as a fine almost injury-free session Many dropsies early on, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters got kinder to me later. Only one tiny nick shaving. and no razor-drops (Smug-Mode-Adopted, hehe!), a bit of a dizzy in the shower, but all this good luck went to pot with the Sock-Glide Battle! One trapped finger-end was all it was, but blimey it hurt!

I got dressed and smelling nice, got the black bags (3), Recyclable bag, and a bag of used glass jars made up and put them near the door, so I would not forget to take them with me.

2Tue09Then got the handwashing tackled, all done, all wrung, and hung. It was a much longer job today, did a couple of things extra, jammie-bottoms and a jumper. The jammies should be dried by around September or November time, I reckon. Har-har! I didn’t spill so much water over me and the floor, either today.

2Tue13I heard the text message beep and went to investigate. It was a No-Reply message from the Elmswood Garden Medical Centre, correcting yesterdays mistake when they told us; That if we were feeling unwell, do go to your podiatry appointment on Thursday. As I mentioned yesterday, it had to be an error. Ah, well! Nice to know that someone else can ‘Maka-the-Mistaka’, like wot I can! (And do so with a little more frequency than I would like!

The intercom flashed, it was the Iceland delivery chap. Just five carrier bags full, but I’d ordered the heavy stuff that is hard for me to carry form the shops, along with some frozen and fresh bits. Still, they made two unwanted substitutions, and two other not available. I didn’t want the friendly chap to wait about in case I gave him the Coronavirus, so just kept the fish fingers and risotto. I’ll take them to give away later.

2Tue15

Both fridge and freezer were at capacity now! Out of interest, I put the third photo on, its a perfect example of what comes out when taking a picture, and Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley kicks off.

Plenty of time before the Phlebotomy nurse is due, so I cleaned the pams, stove and fridge box.

2Tue12

Then nipped to the waste chute with the black bags. Then down to the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Warden Obergruppenführers, taking the glass with me. Stewart was there and took the glass jars off of me. Off to the  Hauptsturmfhreressess Holding Cell and Office. Handed the nibbles over, and said my farewells.

WD 0.0.120 I had a brief chat with Welsh William as I went down the link passage back to Woodthorpe, or it might have been when I was going the other way, I’m not sure, cause Dizzy Dennis has just had a go at me, and Shaking Shaun at the right leg and Should-Shaking Shirley! Not very good that! Anyroad, the right ankle went over, the first time in about three months! Please that it doesn’t start off again! That would be too much to cope with. Blubber, whimper, repine, and kvetch! Hahaha!

2Tue14WD 0.0.120a Back at the flat, I had a go at cleaning the bathroom, but I soon put a stop to it, after only about three minutes. I was getting back up after getting down to retrieve some items that I’d knocked down behind the floor cabinet. (Probably been down there for months, Haha!) And the right ankle gave way again! This is really disheartening.

Oh, dear, I’ve just realised that the nurse has not arrived yet. I was hoping to get out for some fresh vegetables, shame. I’ll go and see if she did not come early when I was out and left a note… back in a bit. Nope, nowt notes.

WD 0.0.120 Oh, dearie me! I’ve just looked at the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic from the hospital… Der! there is no test this week, it’s next week! I’m rushing to get ready to go to Arnold for some fresh fruit & vegetables and toilet rolls.

Took black bags to the chute on the way out, then down and along the passage to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators), Obersturmführeresses and Catwalk Model Wardens, Strip-search and holding cell room. Then on through to the Winchester Court lobby and out to the bus stop. A bit of a chinwag at the shelter and the bus soon arrived, and the others dropped off in Sherwood. I stayed where I was, snuggly ensconced in the corner side-saddle seat, having a failed attempt at the crosswords en route.

2Tue16I got off in Daybrook, at the Sainsbury store. As I went through the store’s car park, which was almost full, I saw very few people about? And as I entered the store, grim, yet determined faces on the shoppers greeted me!

My EQ told me to take care, in there?

The atmosphere inside, although the place wasn’t crowded, was one of purposefulness, it showed on the shoppers’ expressions, but there was touch of resignation lingering on a few of them. I made my way to the greengrocery section first, Hahaha!

WD 0.0.120 There was not a lot of choice on the ravages shelves. Unnervingly, As I searched, I saw what looked like reasonably fresh blood on one of the empty tomato boxes? I only got some parsnips and the only tomatoes available were the organic-grown cherry type. I bought a packet, although I was going to try Asda afterwards, I thought they may not have any either? I pack of sliced mushrooms and some very costly Cox’ apples were added to my basket.

2Tue31

2Tue30

Then I went to the paper products shelves. A grim sight indeed! But, I got blessed with a spot of kindness and compassion! There were just two toilet roll packs left on the whole of the shelving. However, they were expensive ones, with no cardboard rolls. Nicky brand, they were. I took a photo (below) when I got home to show you.

2Tue26

Back to the story-line, (I’m such a waffler!) I could not reach up to the top shelf to get at the rolls. And I could see grim-aggressive faced shoppers approaching, with obvious intentions when they spotted the two rolls! Others seemed to be chasing to overtake them… I would have lost my chance of getting any paper rolls, had it not been for a tall, distinguished-looking young lady, who passed me from behind and went to grab the Nicky’s, she kindly asked me; ‘Did you want one of these?’ ‘Yes, please, thank you very much’, and she handed me the packet!

With all the greed and nastiness going on around me, then this kind gesture from a stranger, I went all gooey-eyed. Thank you a million times, Madam!

WD 0.0.120 The ganglet of other shoppers who’d stampeded to the rolls, didn’t look devastated or sad at missing out; Just so angry! One woman said loudly to her partner, “He’ll be on his own, I have a family to look after… it’s not right”, or something along those lines.

If looks could turn into actions, I’d have withered and died on the spot! Two completely different outlooks within seconds of each other! The memories of their pure-hatred-filled glares and scowls will take me a while to get rid off. Humph!

WD 0.0.120 I paid at the checkout, and the two nasties joined the queue behind me. Still scowling at me, but not saying anything. When the till-lady offered to pack my bag for me, the man and woman both gave out a few Tsks as it delayed them! Oh, dearie me!

2Tue32WD 0.0.120 I paid the kind young lady, got outside and thought I’d not bother with going to Asda and make do. The bus was due in ten minutes, so I went to the Pelican lights to cross the road… and the L9 bus passed by! Well, fancy that, I thought! (Not the exact words a muttered to myself!) So another change of plans and I walked into Arnold and called at the open fruit and veg market to see what they had on offer.

The produce didn’t look all that fresh to me. The biggest disappointment was they had on display some tiny whole parsnips and carrots, that would have been perfect for roasting. But on closer examination, they were a bit like me, old and withered! Hehehe!

I called in the Fulton food store, but they had no vegetables or toilet rolls, not that I needed the rolls now, for a while anyway. It’d be just my luck, to go and get diahorrea now.

Over the road and into Asda. No photographing in here, not since the Security men caught me photographicalising last year, and firmly told me off!

WD 0.0.120 The place was mayhem, bog roll shelves empty, bread rack with nothing on them, and the now seemingly accepted family gangs, with each member having a trolly. In hopes of buying extra-short of stock things I imagine. Then they will go through the checkouts as if they are not related, in an effort not to stick to the maximum permitted number of items! Community Spirit?

2Tue24I got to the self-serve tills with, a bag of prepped sweet potato fries, (they’ll get eaten tonight methinks), ready-sliced fresh-looking leeks, some English fresh tomatoes, chopped onions, sugar snap peas and two tiny turnips.

Then the climb up to High Street to catch the L9 bus. Eerily, there was nobody at the bus shelter at all! The bus arrived early, I’m so glad I did too!

2Tue25I’ve never known this happen before, but when I got on the bus, I was the sole passenger! So, out came the crossword book. I was doing a little better this time. The bus went for three or four stops without picking anyone up, another first. When it got to Daybrook, a few got on at various stops, and a lady who usually has a natter with got on, and I went into Chinwagging-Delight-Mode! Hahaha! The others all joined in with jokes and laughs when she produced a pack of toilet rolls. She works in a shop!

2Tue27I got home and went through a people-less Winwood Court to Woodthorpe Court. I got the fresh stuff out of the bag and ready for storing away in the fridge, that needed some jiggling about to make room for them. This is when I realized I had two packs of Cox’s apples, one from Sainsbury’s one from Asda. I checked the till receipts and found no charge on the Asda one? Oh, dear! I don’t know how, but I had not charged myself for the bagged fruit.

I got the oven heating up, opened a can of beans and put some Hickory marinade in with them, and on the lowest heat. Then, took the evening medications, moved the handwashing, put some on the clothes airer. Stirring the beans regularly, I’m looking forward to trying the unbelievably expensive Hickory.

2Tue28WD 0.0.120 The meal was okay, it didn’t look very appetising to me, though.

1Mon02The Hickory, so-called flavouring was untasteable! Trying to work it out, I think I must have put over a £1’s worth of the stuff in with the beans too! Very disillusioning. I shall not be buying that again! Watery Crap! Cat Wass! Here’s a photo of the insipid weak, Taste-of-the South, American marinade, just so you don’t get conned like I did, into thinking it will be rich and tasty. It’s not!

However, the fries and beans were delightful all the same. A flavour-rating of 7/10. But I was a bit miffed at the marinade’s tameness and bland tastelessness. Particularly at how much I paid for it! I’m too embarrassed and coy to tell you how much it was!

WD 0.0.120 Being so late, I thought that sleep would come quickly tonight, for once, but no. I did dose off regularly, but only for a few minutes each time, and was waking up with a start each time? So desperate was I, I turned the TV on, vainly hoping I’d do the usual and fall asleep at the first set of advertisements, but again, No! I just carried on, dosing and waking, I could see the clock, and sometimes I was off for only a minute before jumping awake! 

I wondered if the day’s ups and downs, and excitement of the chinwags and getting out and about had affected me?

TTFNski. (Yawn!)

Inchcockski – Mon 16 Mar: Stuck indoors again, Facebook not letting me in to add photos, I need undepressing!

2020 Mar 16

2020 tttMar16

Monday 16th March 2020

Azerbaijani: Bazar Ertəsi 16 Mart 2020

000 Mar 16

GM 90.0.002:05hrs: I stirred from my slumber, feeling sedentary, reluctant to move. Jejune thoughts came and went; the brain didn’t want disturbing with anything too important. Nor in the least bit like any conscientious physical or mental activity! The maundering mind mused over puerile irrelevant facts and figures for awhile. The eyelids were heavy, and Borborygmus rumblings and gentle but scarily bubbly-sounding emissions of wind started in unison!

I was just not interested in moving! The dry coughing was annoying me; it prevented me from getting back to sleep! Hehe! Inevitably, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

WD 150.0.0 Off to the wet room, got the stick out of the way, and plumped down on the throne. It was hard-going, but I forced the activity along. I wish I hadn’t now – the pain! One unpleasant mess to clear-up and medicate afterwards. The whole nine-yards of hassle to deal with this morning. What a start to the day!

WD 150.0.0 Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding and was sore. The messy bowl (the Sennas had been working at last, too well!) needed cleaning. The evacuated product required much effort and flushing to get rid of! Which when I was in the middle of sorting things out, the metal four-pronged walking stick was caught with my left foot, and it fell, clouting the right foot big toe. On the way down, it knocked the pen off of the floor cabinet, which flew up in the air. It fell into the toilet without touching the sides, into the mess within! Crying was an option that I barely resisted!

1Mon04However, I reckon that the pins (legs) were looking betterer than they were yesterday! There was undoubtedly hardly any hassle from Arthur Itis this Monday morning. Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were making up for this, though. The stabbing pains from Ann, and the dull droning aches from Donald. As I left the wet room, limping a little, the toe was still a bit tender, I took care in case any dizzies, or loss of balance came on, not to use the stick too close to the right leg. What am I saying? I get them every day! Every hour, or less sometimes! Stop being splenetic Inchcock! (“Okay, Sorry!”) I think the pins will soon be looking healthy again.

1Mon01To the kitchen, where I was pleased to find I had not left any taps running, fridge door open, or parts of the stove left on! I got the kettle on and took a photographicalisation of the morning view. Made the brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and off to the computer to get the Sunday Diary updated.

WD 150.0.0 I got the computer on and checked first to see if Facebook had been repaired, and I could get back to tending to my beloved photo albums. As if! Third day with no access to collections now. Grrr!

1Mon02

I pressed on doing the Saturday blog and got it finished and posted off. (When I say this, it sound so easy, but took several hours) Then put what few pictures I had on Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress Comments. I checked the Amazon parcels; The one packet of red potato snacks and the 6 packets of Taokaenoi seaweed and the one bottle of Hickory sauce are due today. The absolutely ridiculously priced pack of 12 toilet rolls (I daren’t say what I’m paying, Oh, dearie me), are due on 18th to 20th March. Which was initially 16th, today. Will they ever arrive, or not? A few WUP (Weak-Unwilling-Painful) Mode tyle wee-wees were taken.

1Mon05I took a break, had a wee-wee, of the WUPT (Weak-Unwilling-Painful-Trickling) so very slowly, variety.

Then got the medicationalisationing sorted out. I remembered I should have made a vial of sample erm… water, for the nurse to collect, so had to fill the sample pot, which was no bother, the trickling is rampant today. Had a guzzle of the over the counter cough medicine as well. Then olive oiled the earholes.

I began on this post. I stopped and went to get the veg in the crock-pot. Onions, I’ve got two more in the fridge. I used the last of the other fresh vegetables up. Mushrooms, onions, and peas, seasoned with a little sea salt, light Soy sauce and vegetable seasoning stock cube. Oh, and a spoonful of mint in vinegar.

Weary-eyed,  I started to do the handwashing. Which went far better than yesterday, no big spillages and no toe-stubbings! Done, wrung and hung, I went to get the ablutions done.

During which, I needed four WUPs (Weak-Unwilling-Painful) Mode tyle wee-wees! But as with the handwashing, the ablutionalisationing went of a lot betterer than Monday’s. A few dropsies, only the toothbrush, razors (2), and the fresh air spray. Moreover, no toe-stubbing and the Sock-Glide tussle was injury-free!

Unfortunately, the chest pains started again as I came out of the wet room. I got the towel on the airer. Then made up three general waste bags and a large recycling one. There was no one about, so I took them to the waste chute.

WD 150.0.0 I came back and had a WUPT (Weak-Unwilling-Painful-Trickling) wee-wee. And decided it might be a good idea if I put the hot tap on instead of the cold one to fill the kettle with, and turned back to fill it. I now have some very artistic little scold-marks on my hand and arm. Frumpworthy Grobblecurses! I got the Savlon cream and used the last of it to ease the tiny blisters, but they all popped when I applied the medication? Now this made wonder. On closer inspection I found the ‘Use-By’ date on the box, to be ‘Oct 2006’! Ah, well, I don’t know how I’m going to get out for some more!

1Mon05bOn the computer again. I had a check on the Amazon bits progress for today. Nothing crucial, each one a bit of a treat actually.

Seaweed Snack, which was £1, I could have got packs of six far cheaper, but I thought it was commonsensible to try one first to see if I liked them. Did you see that? A moment’s logicality sneaked in there! Haha! I must not get carried away with it, though!

The toilet rolls I ordered but dare not tell you how much they cost, but TORK-UK company do not do a tracking system apparently.

1Mon06a

WD 150.0.0 I went on their website. Tork-UK is a New York owned and based firm, and their prices were a little less for the same thing than Amazon. But, not a lot, as Paul Daniels used to say. I looked up the details about the product, not that there was much of it.

1Mon06b

I shall have to work out what those, ‘M’ and ‘MM’ measurements are in English as I know it. Thank heavens for Google. 94mm is 3.7″, and 200mm 7.8″ per sheet, not too bad?

Of course, they have to arrive yet! Wednesday to Friday it says they are due. The lorry might get highjacked? And on Thursday, I have to go to the Podiatrists in the morning for an 08:30hr appointment, I hope it doesn’t arrive while I’m out! Oh dear, I’m worried now! If it comes on Wednesday, that would be the best thing. I’ll be stuck indoors anyway, I can’t go out until Thursday. I will soon need some bread and milk, although I can manage without them really, I suppose. Fresh veg and fruit will be sadly missed. Ah, I think I’ve ordered some of that stuff, from Iceland for tomorrow! I get confused easily, you know!

A leaflet was put through the door, weel, six of them were! I threw five straight into the recycling bag.

1Mon07WD 150.0.0 But had a read of the Farmfoods one. Unbelievable! They were advertising packs of 18 toilet rolls, @ 3 for £11!!! This may get them stampeded by the ruthless, nasty, hoarders of Nottingham. And will end-up in disaster for them! I hope not! But can already envision the responses from the Brexit-weary, Coronavirus C-90-frazzled, angry muggers, shop-lifters and gang members, even ordinary citizens, will be; after they have hastened to the stores to find they have sold out! A verbal insulting, vicious-marathon and possible blood bath will follow! Mark my words! The poor staff are going to be in for it when they run out of stock!

I rang Sister Jane to tell her of the advert. We had a natter, and things sounded better for her hubby Pete, medically speaking, I’m glad to say. Got a bit of a dizzy while talking to her, and most of the conversation didn’t make it to the memory-box. Phwert!

1Mon08WD 150.0.0 Back on the computer, but the usual old folk’s weariness was dawning fast. So I gave up, after trying Facebook first. Still no access to my photo albums! Grrr!

1Mon09aI got the chips in the oven and checked the vegetables in the Crock-Pot. The Amazon delivery arrived, and I left them to sort out later and pressed on with the nosh preperationing. And what a nosh it turned out to be. An 8/10for flavour. Super tasty! I could have done with an extra x6 servings of the Truffle Fries, but still.

1Mon09bI did the washing up, took the medications and opened the three bits from Amazon. The salt & vinegar flavoured seaweed snack pack (Not tried yet), six packets of Japanese style seaweed crispies (delicious!), and the Moores Hickory Marinade (Very costly!) I’ll ask on the TFZer Facebook if anyone knows how to use this Marinade.

1Mon10I put the boxes behind the £300, second-hand, grottily beige-coloured, c1968, not working, uncomfortable, falling to pieces recliner.

Then found boxes I’d put there earlier and had not removed yet! But I’ll get around to it sometime, I’m sure…

Washed, changed, and got settled to see some TV. The usual happened; watch a few minutes, nod-off a few minutes repeatedly, but no proper sleep for hours! Spit!

Inchcocski – Fri 13 Mar 2020: I bet Her Maj is not short of bog rolls! (Just a thought)

2020 Mar 13

2020 tttMar13

Friday 13th March 2020

Italiano: Venerdì 13 Marzo 2020

000 Mar 13

GM06 R00:25hrs: I stirred into semi-consciousness, fully expecting to stroke Lady and Cyril, who should have been on my lap and bulbous-belly, purring! I soon realised I must have been dreaming of them, and the disappointment in their not being there was demoralising. I really did want to once again to be nose-butted awake by Cyril, as Lady would lick my face… don’t laugh! After the nocturnal memory-replay of the night, I did miss them so again. At least I have the memories of them.

Especially Cyril, when I used to get home from working nights, and it was dark. I’d be pushing the motorbike down the alley to the garage at the back of the house, and suddenly a fat ball of dark fur would jump up at me from the darkness, nearly knocking me over sometimes, cling to my chest and I could hear his purring, even through my helmet! He’s worked out the procedure, and always stood nearby while I got the shed door open, and the bike secured inside, I’d put the padlock on and turn around, and he’d be sat at the back door, awaiting me to open it and get his breakfast served up! Hahaha! It’s so fresh in my memory-box, even after so many years. We would soon be joined by Lady, for her share of the food. She was not really my cat but lived next door. She could get through via the loft and back at will! They would both soon be laying on the easy-chair together, cuddling, washing each other, and kipping. This reminiscing actually helped cheer me up somewhat.

I disentangled my body-mass from the £300, second-hand, scarily-beige-coloured, c1968, non-working, damaged by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete when he was robbing the flat, rickety recliner. Got the stick and made my way to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket). 

Serious WD 255.0.255  As I waited for the flow to start, I began getting sharp pains in the chest. Left side above the nipple. This did not feel anything like Anne Gyna or Duodenal Donald. Obviously, my concern was it might be the mechanical ticker giving problems. These sharp, dull, lingering pains continued up until I wrote this item, anyway (04:55hrs). A few Dizzy Dennis’s came on and off as well. My balance was affected even when I was sat down at the computer? Saccades Sandra and Back-Pain Brenda joined in as the day went on. If things don’t steady down, I’ll call the Doctor to get an appointment ASAP. I’m feeling some pressure but not exactly pain all the time, in between the stabbing sessions, too.

Unsure what to do about this. But, I shall, if fit enough, go out later to try and get some toilet rolls. And see how it goes.

I got the medications taken, made a brew of Thompson’s tea, and got on with the updating and posting off of yesterday’s ‘lost’ post. I was not up to redoing all that I’d lost into the ether yesterday. So I did a poem about the day.

Then on Pinterest, TFZer Facebooking and WordPress Reader section. The pains, chest and back are no worse but no better either. Why I didn’t just say ‘the same’, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just a sesquipedalian? Haha!

5Fri01I went to make another mug of tea, Glengettie Gold, this time. I am lucky to have found the three bestest brews in the land. Glengettie, Glengettie Gold and Thompson’s Punjana!

It was still raining a bit outside, and I took a picture, I can use this one later as a ‘Thoughts’ background.

By thunder, the flaming ‘Hum’ is so loud again. Grumph!

As I was turning off the computer, the pains in the chest seemed to ease off a bit. I thought I’d better get the ablutions done. By the time I’d got everything ready and taken into the wet room, the damned chest and back pains had returned. Groggleplops!

WD 255.0.255 I hope I’ll be up to doing a bit of wayfaring later, I need the exercise. Off to get the ablutions sorted out – back to the more usual session this time, gone was the last two days ‘Betterer-than-usual’ performances! Countless dropsies, including; Toothbrush, toothpaste, flannel, carbolic soap (4), razors (5), shaving foam, cloth, shower gel, PPs, socks and towel (2)! Two cuts shaving. Hit my head on the rail bending down to pick up the gel! Dizzy Dennis attack in the shower! To round it all off, when I was leaving, I hit my elbow on the door frame! However, the Sock-Glide battle was injury-free. Long socks on as well!

WD 255.0.255 Things did not go well immediately after the ablutions either when I did the handwashing! There were one or two places in the kitchen that didn’t get wet when I spilt the bowl of water when emptying it.  Grumpworthiness!

There was a spot of, get ready for this… Good luck, though! I hadn’t, as I usually would have, got dressed yet, only the PP’s and socks were on! So, the soapy (Woolite and disinfectant) water that went all over me was relatively easy to clean up! As for changing the slightly wet socks again, I left them damp, I wasn’t about to test my luck again on the Sock-Glide. ( I might be denser nowadays, but not that much!) Also and besides that, the colour of the t-shirt came out lovely and revitalised. Oh, yes!

When the stuff was all done, wrung and hung on hangers to dry, I got my togs on, and made up some black bags to go to the waste chute. I wish I’d taken the camera with me to show you the lift lobby. Plasterboard well, it looked like it, residue and dust all over the place. Naturally, it could not be helped, all the pipework that needs covering, etc., must a right-frustrating job for the workers! Far less drilling today, much more banging, so it sounds like they are making progress with the situation, bless ’em.

As I was getting the hat and coat on, it dawned on me, the chest pains were easing! Yeeha! My OCD launched into practice, and I faffled about for ages, sometime rechecking the same place again and again! I can confirm what psychologist Kat McGowan said: Checking and rechecking fogs the memory, making it harder to recall specifics and leaving your mind in doubt. The habit of repeated checking becomes a dangerous and undermining habit. For older people consuming hours every day, driven by intense fears of unlikely scenarios. Just thought I’d mention it, like.

5Fri02Shopping list, and trolley, I got down to the lift lobby. Went along the newly painted and highly decorative area (Chuckle), and through the link walkway to the Winwood Court, and the Sturmscharfhreress ILC’s Holding-cell Office. Dropped off some stuff, and into the Winwood Court common area.

5Fri03Where a sign was up, informing folks that the Cafe will be closed for a couple of weeks, due to the Coronavirus, after taking advice from the Nottingham City Homes.

I poddled on through to Winchester Cort’s lobby. No one in there waiting for the bus at all! Perhaps this virus has affected some of our tenants? I can’t blame them. I went outside, and a few residents were at the bus stop, and suddenly many others joined us. I had a walk around and took some pictures:

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On the bus, but got off two stops later, with a Winwood Court lady. I didn’t get much of a walk, in though. Crossed the road and up Mansfield Street to Elmswood Gardens, and right to the Sherwood Health Centre.

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I was embarrassed to have to explain to the receptionist again that I had forgotten to phone for an appointment. Two weeks after the last visit. The look I got was enough, it said clandestinely mind you; “Tsk! Him again!” Hehehe! She phoned the Podiatry Office, and got me another appointment, for 08:30hrs, on Thursday 19th March, bless her cotton socks. I was so appreciative, I gave her Jenny’s nibbles in thanks! Not to fret, I have another pack left for Jenny).

5Fri11Out and onto Mansfield Road. I walked down on my way to the Wilko store, checking my shopping list – Aha! Yes, I remembered to take it with me by Jiminy!  A slight feeling of satisfaction was enjoyed!

I did notice that the shop on Hall Street corner, which was initially a fantastic deli shop, but he retired, and it stood closed for years. Then opened, much to the satisfaction of some of our Winwood Heights tenants (Guffaw), as a cheap-booze and fags outlet. But he only lasted a few months then he went bust. Poor devil! Now its a beauty parlour. But no customers in it. Tsk! I waffled on a bit there again, sorry.

5Fri13WD 255.0.255 I got in the Wilko store and searched for some small funnels, to use with the olive oil bottles, but they had none! Nor did they have any toilet rolls or Liquid soap powder. Oh, dearie me!

WD 255.0.255 I paid and came out with, a Trigger Sprayer bottle £1 It’s useless I found out later, Humph! Oh, and some tissues.

WD 255.0.255 Some razors that I believed at the time of 5Fri14purchase to be on offer, as the price ticket said, £1 a pack. So I got two of them. I discovered later, they were £3!

Oh, I did feel a fool! I left the shop and got a sense of. What’s the word? Er… people wandering around aimlessly, sort of beyond caring, had-enough, no faith or hope? Perhaps this Coronavirus (COVID-19) is getting to them? Not that there were many folks out and about for a Friday.

I went to the Co-op to get some toilet rolls there. But No! I did get the sweet potato fries that were on my list, though. They only had McCain’s on sale. They were £2.59 a pack, I thought at first, they can keep them, but saw the ticket on the shelf, Two packets for £4, so I got two. Some mushrooms as well.

5Fri12I meandered up the hill to the bus stop. I took a photograph down facing the shopping area, you can see how depressing it is. So many people self-isolating, perhaps?

At the bus shelter, I had a natter with the lady who I helped off of the bus. I’ve not seen her before. I enjoyed the chinwag, she is quick-witted too! The bus arrived, and a few minutes later, we were back at the complex. The lady held the door open for me, and I had a job keeping up with her, Dizzy Dennis was on another visit. Grangle-Grumps!

5Fri15I thought she might be residing in Woodthorpe Court. But she got in the lift at the Winwood Extra Care Court. I said my farewells to her and plodded on.

At the end of the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court, I took a picture through glass of the window, of the Al Fresco benches put there. The rain began to drizzle lightly.

WD 255.0.255 Apart from a little Dizzy Dennis and Gastroesophageal Roger Reflux kicking off, I was not doing too bad now. Worryingly, an insouciant-outlook was coming over me? Most atypical for me! On the odd occasions that I have felt this way, it has always been followed by an Accifauxpas,
Whoopsiedangleplops or an accident. I’m cheering myself up here! Hahaha!

5Fri16I unloaded the few bits I’d bought. This was when I realised the razors prices. And also, they had three blades, which I don’t usually get on with, and end up[ cutting myself. But hey, I can cut myself with any razor nowadays.

I got the vegetables cooking on the stove. Mushrooms, peas, onions, carrots, parsnips and the last bit of leek.

WD 255.0.255 Then took some photos from the unwanted and unliked kitchen window, and then I ventured out onto the balcony, managed to open the lethal metal spring clipped end pane, and took several shots up and down. It cost me a split nail and bruised finger, but still. Here they are:

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5Fri24WD 255.0.255I started to update this post, and remembered that I had missed some black bags earlier, and thinking I’d take them and do some photos of the lift lobby, I got as far as the door, and some mail had been delivered. The rotten bank! Telling me to speak to a TSB PArtner? (Clerk?) And, when I opened this account, the ytold me it was 3%. Then went down to 1.5%. Now it’s gone further down, to 1.05%! But only if I see a TSB Partner? And they let me know when I have just got back from being within yards of their premises! Spitworthy-Splurging-Sparrowhawks!

I got the bags taken to the chute. Here are the pictures I took of the lift foyer:

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WD 255.0.255 5Fri30Pressing with the updating again, and the mobile text message sounded. It was from the Sherwood Medical Centre where I’d been to sort out my Fauxpas with Podiatry. Do you read it the same as I do? It does say: …. unwell, please do attend your Podiatry appointment? Whether this is right or should have been ‘do not attend’, will have to be sorted out, Tsk!

My feint moments of insouciant-outlooking died!

5Fri32Time get the meal sorted out. The veg mix was decent enough, the best-boiled parsnips for a while. The McCain’s sweet potato fires just passable, the seaweed crispies fine, as were the tomatoes, and the smoked German ham delicious. The apple had gone soft inside. The lemon mousse, naughty-but-nice. 6.2/10.

Got the pots washed. Moved the handwashing, took the medications and flumped down in the c1968 recliner.

WD 255.0.255 TV watched, well, it was on, but relaxing was not easy. Thought-Storms pummeled about in the head. It was a little like I was outside my body at times, nitpicking, complaining, pedantic ponderings, hypercritical musings, and self-recriminations abounded.

Then the borborygmus and churning from the innards began.

Ensuring that sleep deprivation would be suffered.

But, hey-ho: Am I bovvered? Hahaha!