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Thursday 7th September 2017 – Social Hour Day-Medication Whoopsiedangleplop, to the delight of Trotsky Terence. Humph!

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Hehehe!

Thursday 7th September 2017

0335hrs: Woke in the £300 second-hand recliner with the stomach rumbling away. Sure that I dreamt earlier something about my being inside a body, and trying to wash off graffiti from the Sigmoid Colon innards. (Where did I get this name from, is it real or did I make it up in the dream?) I was wearing a butchers apron as I used too many years ago when working at the Nottingham Cooperative Society as Greenfruit and Wetfish shop manager? This was the first time in weeks I think that I recalled actual parts of a nightmare.

My innards put an end to by pondering over my hey-days as the rumblings turned violent and I hastily struggled out of the chair and to the wet room and much-needed Porcelain Throne. Where the almost burning pains were alleviated as I painfully and messily evacuated the contents and had a good clean-up. I fear my thinking is becoming dereistic?

Into the kitchen and did the Health Checks, made a brew in the new second-hand mug and shuddered at the weight I had gained overnight, and this just after a heavy Porcelain Throne exodus, too! Tsk!
I took a Loperamide Hydrochloride capsule, to try and counterbalance the return of the dreaded Trotsky Terence!

Sys 158, Dia 63, Pulse 76, Temp 35.8 and the tonnage (Hehe!) at 14.97!

Buying the silly mug yesterday, I am sure, is a sign of my becoming an oniomania sufferer, (CBD) and think I may have to mention it to someone in the know?

Back to get the computer going, and signs of overnight nibbles were found. Guilt and self-reproach had to be repelled!

Started this post going up to here, and then begun to finish off yesterdays when a second call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

And what an unpleasant affair this one was again. Luckily I had the pen and crossword book stored in the wet room for such occasions. Any tips? Hehehe!

Back to the diary updating. With a couple of visits to the Porcelain Throne interrupting the proceedings.Then… recognition of a Calamitus Whoopsiedangleplop made earlier!

Then… recognition of a Calamitus Whoopsiedangleplop made earlier!

Muggings here had taken a Senna tablet in error for a Diah-Limit one! This could be interesting. Oh, dearie me!

I got the pod peas and orange peppers into the Crock-Pot with some brown sugar to the marinade, them to use later.

Realised I’d forgotten the mushrooms and sliced a few and added them afterwards.

Finally got the Wednesday diary done and posted off. Then checked the Emails and responded to them and WordPress.

A little time left before I had to get the things ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour, so I had a go on Facebook.

Onto the ablutionisationing session. Far fewer cuts shaving today, Trotsky Terence intervened once, teggies, medicationalisationing of certain quarters, got the new trousers on and took the rubbish bags to the chute.

Collected the bag of raffle prizes and nibbles and set out for the Winwood shed.

No folks or workmen in sight as I took a slow amble down to the shed. Taking two photographicalisations of flowers on the grass verge that were near the bus stop.

Nature is marvellous, it is just a shame it took me all these years to get around to appreciate it more.

Just one berry left on this giant bush, looking so lonely with the others dying around him. This yellow flower was the only one of the hundreds around that did not have a centre pattern?

Into the hut, there were a few more residents here this week compared to last. They demolished the nibbles in short order, many taking two, one for their partner who can’t get to the meeting. I can see what will happen now, those without a partner will be wanting two next week! Hehe!

No BJ this week, but I remembered he is on holiday in Cornwall, and next month two weeks in Ireland. Jealous? Me?

Folks seemed in a decent mood.

When I left early to catch the bus to Arnold, a lorry arrived delivering hardcore.

I meant to get the man in the pictures little dog in the frame but missed him. The tiny spirited thing didn’t half have a go at the lorry when it passed them, making the two of them jump a little.

A lot of tenants arrived to catch a bus, and the lady from the end home came, and we had an excellent nattering session. This girl lives in the Home at the end of Chestnut Drive. Briarwood Court ran by Metropolitan, it provides accommodation for people with learning disabilities. Accommodation consists of a four-bedroom house and seven self-contained single flats. They provide white goods, and there is a communal washing machine and tumble drier. A key-worker provides fifteen hours per week of one-to-one support in the customer’s home. Support is provided for as long as each client needs it, with the intention that they develop the skills and confidence to eventually live independently. (Found the above details on the web) The poor thing was in a bit of a confused state and very worried about them hassling her about her loss of weight. She had lost three stone in a year, and I think they were trying to help her to gain weight. They have a holiday she can go on for free, to the Mediterranean, but say she must get her weight up to 8 stone, or she will not be allowed to go on it. She told me of the things happening to her and people getting upset with her. Perhaps they are trying to get her to understand things health wise for her benefit? I don’t know anything other than what she tells me but felt a little honoured that she chose to say it to me.

During the chinwagging, on the bus, she asked if it would be possible for her to attend the Winwood Social Hour. Bill (William on Sundays) and Roy both said I should ask one of our Obergruppenfurheresses. Maybe I could invite her as a friend? She is a gentle lady, and I believe she needs extra help than she is getting. I wish I could assist in some way. When Warden Deana returns from her holiday, I will inquire.

I did offer her a nibble, and she thanked me and took one, a Penguin bar but will she eat it? Bless her.

Dropped off the bus in Arnold and went straight to Asda. Where I had a long slow hobble around and ended up spending far too much on unneeded fodder again. Humph! I bought Nibbles for the meetings, a parsnip, carrot, red onion, leek, bread thins and two beef slices in pastry.

Went to get the bus and missed it. Tsk! Decided to have a look around the shops before catching the bus going the other way, and staying on it to come back again on the way to town. Does that make sense?

Hobbled to the Iceland store, bought nothing.

Then out and along to the Fulton Foods shop, where they had some very cheap offers on nibbles, and I purchased a box of – Lamb steaks in rosemary and mint sauce cook-in-the-bag style. Might have one of these tomorrow with some Crock-Pot veg cooked in seasoned with lamb gravy water? The last ones of these I had, were mostly bone, but the gravy was excellent. And, very cheap at £2.99 a pack.

To the bus stop, long way out to Bestwood and then back to Arnold and then Daybrook, Sherwood and the flats.

The leek that I had bought was smelling so strong, the scent came out from the bottom of the bag on my knees and made my eyes water Hahaha! I bet this one will be tasty?

The Briarwood lady and Roy and Bill (William on Sundays) and Welsh Bill got on in Sherwood, and we chatted.

Hobbled to the flats with Welsh Bill and a lady. She had a moan on the way about lack of movement with the apartments, and said how she had requested that the bus move the stop to nearer put flats. I mentioned that it might cause more difficulties as there would not be room for it to turn around at the end. But she would not have it, all she was interested in was not having to walk so far. Hehe!

Imagine if the bus was at the end turning like she wanted, and a lorry arrived like this one from earlier today?

Got in, Throne. Got the dinner on the go. Beef pie with trimmings.

Back at the apartment: A Porcelain Throne Visit – messy again, Trotsky Terence lingering still. Turned the computer on updated this diary a bit. Then, got the nosh sorted.

Got the nosh sorted.

Mushrooms, yellow peppers, last of the fresh garden peas, hash browns, lousy tasting bitter tomatoes, apple, Marmite crisps and a beef pie.

Not the best of meals, but a worthy 7.9/10.

Did the health Checks, took the medications and had a glass of spring water.

Fatigued again, I washed up and settled to watch ‘Hussle’ on the DVD.

I got through a whole three episodes without a single nod-off!

Had to visit the Porcelain Throne, a messy session again. Trotsky Terence and a rumbling tummy. Tsk!

Cleaned me and things up and took an Acute Diarrhorea capsule. This got me through the night alright, Throne visiting-wise. Hehe! Bearing in mind the earlier Whoopsiedangle plop with the Trotsky medications, it might have been worse.

The nodding off started minutes after I’d got back into the £300 second-hand recliner. I’m sure many dreams were had, but remember nothing of them, other than a sense, a feeling, that the school days were in them somewhere.

Woke early with a jump at 0235hrs?

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 6th September 2017: Laundry Room Duties – Trotsky Terence Returns, Whoopsiedangleplop. Humph!

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Wednesday 6th September 2017

Maltese: L-Erbgħa 6 ta ‘Settembru 2017

0325hrs: Woke up doing my best to recall anything about the dreams I just know I had been having, absolutely nothing came back to me. Tsk!

The sudden need of a Porcelain Throne visitation arrived. The £300 second-hand recliner was as wobbly as my belly as it shook and shuddered to allow me to struggle out of it to get to the wet room. The plates were tender, and both Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis showed their displeasure with me. Still, Duodenal Donald was very calm this morning. The Throne session was not friendly, and cleaning/freshening up was required afterwards.

Got the washing sorted and down to the Laundry Room one lift number one. Had to get some cleaning done before I could use the washer. It was of poor condition, soap powder clinging to various parts and what looked like some sort of bodily pustule gunk on the inside and rim of the drum?

The hands and fingers were doing well, mind. No Arthur Itis or Cramp Craig attentions.

Back up to the apartment. Kettle on and took this photographicalisation out of the kitchen window.

Back to the Porcelain Throne, oh dear, twice already? However, things were far less messy on this occasion.

Started the computer and to work on finishing yesterdays post. Time to go down and move the clobber from washer to dryer. Down in lift number one. Moved the things and up in lift number two.

I spotted this whatever it is on the floor under the button panel? Any ideas, please?

Once back up, I set the timer to remind me when the dryer should be finished and pressed on with the Health Checks. Sys149 Dia 74 Pulse 80 Temp 34.1, all looking fair enough, but the weight was 14.88 again. Huh! A brew in the new cute mug and took the medications.

Down to collect the washing in lift number one this time.

My two Kippahs had dried well with the other stuff, but I did realise that I’d forgotten to take the towels down again! Humph. Clot!

Wiped around and cleaned the filters and back to the lift. I paused to take a look at the book shelves despite the lack of lighting and spotted something that shouldn’t have been there.

Can you spot it? Alcofrolics!

Back up again on lift number two, and the blob of whatever on the floor, seemed to be glowing now? Tricky to tell mind, cause the lights in the elevator had started flickering and flashing again. Hehe!

Put the gear away in the airing cupboard.

Had a wee-wee and into the kitchen and got some fresh garden peas podded and placed in the crockpot with a large potato and seasoned with the Polish All Purpose seasoning ready to start cooking later.

Got the yesterday dairy finished and posted off.

Emails checked, then WordPress Reading done.

Onto Facebook next.

Then got the ablutions tended to… the razor cuts bleeding took a bit of stopping. Little Inchy needed gentle treatment after cleansing, with the Dakacort and antisepticalisationing. Poor little thing. Huh!

Finally all sorted out, I took the bag and box of recycling stuff down with me on the hobble to Sherwood. Dropped the box near the caretaker (The Phubbing Champion) door, and noted as I started to walk along the road, there were no signs of any workmen again around the site of the two high-Rise flats?

As I turned down onto Winchester Street hill, I saw that the Council was doing some work on the bus stop near the Laundry. I had to cross over the road, because they had blocked off the pavement, right at the most dangerous part of a double bend. Humph!

Got over to the pavement and took this photograph of the flats I’d just left.

Down the surprising traffic free hill and into Sherwood and called at the bank to get some spending money. I like going there, getting belittled and looked down on can be very therapeutic, I’ve heard.

Over the road and down to the Polish Delicatessen and bought a sliced loaf and some cooked belly pork with herbs and garlic.

I noticed that the closed-down takeaway on the corner near the traffic lights had lost another letter from those that precariously remain above the shop. Haha!

Walking along, I saw that a new eatery was being got ready for opening on Mansfield Road.

This seemed to me, to be a failed business before it even got built.

Bearing in mind the amount of abandoned retail units there already are within yards of this new one? Why anyone would open a takeaway or restaurant business with so many bankrupted and closed-down ones already evident, plus there being at least eleven still operating within a third-of-a-mile on the same road, I don’t know?

The only one of these above still open is the Polish Ania restaurant.

As I made my way up the hill, this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist gave me a rum look when he saw me with the camera, and eventually got himself back onto the road. Not until he nearly ran into a woman with a pram!

Popped into the Bird’s cake shop and got a fresh cream iced bun. (It had to happen, my weakening after so long, Huh!)

Then, I called at the Co-op store and got some tomatoes, mushrooms and TV paper. Then into some Charity Shops, Mind, Sue Ryder and Hope, where I got an odd looking mug that took my fancy.

The last thing that I need, as I have bought about four this last August? Going Bonkers?

Up to the bus stop and three of our residents were there in the shelter. Little Annie, from Gordieland, a right, real character she is. About 4’10”, thin as a rake and brave as anyone I know. I like her, and we had a great laugh on the way back up the hill. Even the driver of the bus joined in the ribaldry! Hehe!

Back at the apartment, just in time too, cause Trotsky Terence started off again. Cleaned up afterwards and into the kitchen to get the fodder away and meal started off.

About two miles away there was more of the mystery white smoke billowing up.

Not the slightest idea what had or was causing it? Annoying that!

Soon had the meal sorted and served up on Lizzie’s plate.

This effort was, tomatoes with Balsamic vinegarette dressing (The ones bought today at the Cop-op, Horrible tasting, bitter, they were!), Potato cubes, fresh garden peas, orange peppers, sliced boiled potatoes with a dab of Soy sauce, pork loin, mushrooms and apple. I also made one small… smallish, er… giant sandwich of belly pork with herbs and spices to go with it, occasionally dipped in BBQ sauce.

After eating it, I fell asleep with the tray and remnant of the fodder, still on my knee. Of course, when I woke up after dreaming something about my becoming a Councillor for the Samaritans? – The food was spread over my bulging stomach the chair and the carpet, the tray had managed to lodge itself down the narrow gap between the seats. A right performance it was retrieving it and clearing up then trying to get back up again on my feet! Thought I was doing well with the Whoopsiedangleplops as well. Grumph!

Took the medications and did the Health Checks, had a rinse and got settled to watch some DVD episodes of the ‘Hussle Series one’. Did very well staying awake for two whole episodes.

Drifted into and out of sleep for an hour or two, before needing the Porcelain Throne again.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 5th September 2017: INR Blood Test – Under the Brolly Photos and The Botox Meal?

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Illegal parkers corale the end left-end legally parked car? Hehehe!

Tuesday 5th September 2017

Swedish: Tisdagen den 5 September 2017

0400hrs: Stirred in a loose form of life (Not much sleep at all), and immediately I’d dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and got the light on, signs of nocturnal nibbling were found. Got the had hoover and removed the crumbs from the chair and carpet. (Naughty Inchcock!)

To the Porcelain Throne, a much easier and more successful session this morning cheered me up a bit this did.

Health Checks results: Sys 153 Dia 74 Pulse 76 Temp 34.0 Weight 14.88

Took the medications with a mug of nice healthy strong Thompson’s tea.

Consulted the Google Diary and made sure it matched with the written diary for this week up to now.

Today, the Morrisons Delivery is due twixt 0600 > 0700hrs, and the INR Blood Test at the surgery for 1000hrs.

Started to update and finish yesterday’s diary. While doing this, I heard a dog barking, although I didn’t recognise what it was at first, until I looked down outside and took a photograph of a man walking his dog. Early risers, then.

Early risers, then. The man was under the trees, but the dog could be seen behind the parked cars as they passed by, the owned was hidden in under the tree branches. Loud bark this dog had if I heard him on the twelfth floor?

I felt a bit sorry for the end legally parked car on the left, getting almost corralled in by the two illegally parked ones.

I got medication pots done and back in the drawer. Made a note remember to ask the nurse for a prescription for some extra Codeine 60g and Omeprazole.

I also hoped that Nurse Nichole would be on duty this time.

As the rain started coming down, I made up a nibble bag and pressie for Nichole.

The Morrison chappie arrived with the fodder.

I sorted it out, and the fridge and in particular the freezer, are now brimming full again.

Got on with the ablutionalisational activities, then got everything needed in the bag, nibbles for Nurse Nichole, nibbles for the others, hat, umbrella, crossword book and bus pass. Decided I had to wear a coat today to repel the weather, so swapped everything from the shirt pockets to the deep coat pockets. Got the coat on (mistake this) and checked the lights, taps etc. in the flat, and took the bin bags with me to drop in the chute and a box of recyclable stuff to take down and leave at the caretaker’s door. Which I did, as I left the premises.

The rain was persistent, as was evident by the deep puddles.

There were very few workmen on site this morning, again.

I can’t blame them, with this weather.

Walking on towards the end of the road I came across a few traffic cones had been mangled since yesterday?.

No people about this location.

As I passed the Winchest Courts, a van drew up so something might be done today, like work of the flats? Hehe!

I turned back to take this photo on the right of the chaps braving the rain.

Down Winchester Street Hill, struggling with the bag and umbrella a bit most of the way, and had to keep changing hands, as Arthur Itis and Craig Camps were starting to dislike the weather perhaps?

Onto Mansfield Road and left up to the hill.

Taking my time, as  I had 30 minutes before the appointment for the INR blood test over the crest in Carrington.

And the plates had started giving me grief now as well. Tsk!

On the brow of the hill, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came a touch close to my shoulders as he sped by me.

He did not enamour himself to the chap at the bus stop either. I think a few well-chosen words were exchanged.

Got into the surgery and a new receptionist was on duty. A nice pleasant looking plump young thing. But she did not speak very loudly but was very nice. (Give them time to work on her though, and she might end up an excellent Cutting remark and Look down a nose at patients graded, just like the others).

I forgot all about asking them for a prescription and to book a flu-jab date. Tsk!

I took my seat and got the crossword book out, Then the good arrived. It was Nurse Nichole who came out to collect me. I was tickled pink. She soon had me done, a quick chinwag and I was off and gone.

Over the road and passed by the Chemists forgetting this time to check on the date to collect the prescriptions. Fool!

I wandered down to see if the Lidl Store had been reopened yet. No, they were still working on it. No shelving erected yet, so it looks like being a good while yet.

I caught a bus back into Sherwood. When I dropped off, the rain seemed to be easing off.

I had to look at my mobile phone to get the time from it, but the battery had died! A message flashed up momentarily telling me the battery was critically low, then the thing closed down on its own. For some reason, I suddenly remembered it is the yahrzeit of Annie from the flats, and I felt a little down, but good memories came to me of her. Bless her.

I stood and waited for the time to come round on the nearest bus timetable display. There were forty minutes before a bus would arrive to get me back up the hill to the flats. So I did a tour of the second-hand Charity shops, to see if they had any narrow at the top cups or mugs and a lightweight coat with plenty of pockets for sale. I went into the Sue Ryer shop first. As I was looking at clothing and tried on a jacket, to find it was far too small, I checked out the pockets and found a 50p coin inside. Plodded around to view the kitchen wear section and found a nice sized cup and bought it, giving the lady the fifty pence piece I’d discovered and told her where I found it.

Then over the road and into the Mind Charity shop, but they had nowt of interest to me. Then up to the Oxfam, noting there and then the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Here I spotted a World of Clarkson – For Crying Out Load motoring book. I do not like this millionaire man in the least, but give him his due, his cutting wit I do find worthy, and bought the book.

As I moved up the hill to the bus stop, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist crossed over Hall Street, coming too close for comfort to a lady. The Git! He had a full face helmet on though?

Peggy from the flats with her neighbour bloke was at the stop when I arrived. We had a jolly good nattering, and laughter session before the bus arrived and continued on the bus after it came.

Peggy got a move on her way to the flats but had to stop for breath a couple of times. I caught her up and stayed with her each time.

We arrived at the foyer together and up in the lift had a laugh about things in general. Mostly the fact that we were both in need of our wet room Porcelain Thrones, Hehe! As she got off on the floor below mine, she suggested I do not wee-wee myself, and departed chuckling away to herself.

I got in and utilised the Porcelain first thing.

Washed and used the new cup/mug for a brew of tea.

Got the Crock-Pot going with a potato and garden peas in it, ready for later.

Cleaned the kitchen floor.

Then, I got the computer on to update this diary. During which, I got a message from the Grammarly Editor:

I had to look up Parallelism: The use of successive verbal constructions in poetry or prose which correspond in grammatical structure. Erm…? My lack of primary education coming to the fore here! Can anyone explain in simple terms, please, what I did wrong?

The rain stopped, and the smell and view outside were fantastic.

Got the oven warming up. Did some Facebooking, better late than never. Then some WordPress reading.

Got the potatoes letters in the oven.

Computer off. Perused the TV magazine, rather pointless really; cause I’m only going to have nod-offing-periods.

Got nosh prepared. Did a lot of messy work on this one. Sliced a boiled potato and added Soy sauce on them, fresh garden peas, the last bit of pork ribs, tomatoes with balsamic vinegar dressing, sliced apple, pork loin and oven cooked potato letters. Added a seaweed stick and had lemon curd yoghourt and a lemon mousse. I forgot the yellow peppers but can have them tomorrow all being well.

Washed the pots and cleared up – a nice change from falling alseep and having to do this in the morning. Had a visit to the Porcelain Throne and took the medications and Health Checks done. Sys 161 Dia 72 Pulse 80 Temp 34.1, all looks good to me.

I settled to watch some TV and nodded off of course, and seemed to have dreams every time I did? But could I remember them? No! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 3rd/Monday 4th September 2017

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Sunday 3rd September 2017

0435hrs: Stirred into semi-life and disentangled my massively bloated body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and off to the Porcelain Throne. Like during the night, no activity produced, all wind and phwerts! Haemorrhoid Harold still bleeding, but far less now. After cleaning things up blood-wise, I noticed how damnably tight the pyjama bottoms were around the newly swollen and extended stomach girth. This was not good. I hope things start moving shortly. Hehe!

A most artistic blood spotted on foot. IT really did look like someone had painted it on my foot? Haha! As Lynton said, with the Warfarin INR blood level going up and down so often, these will come and go regularly, they do not hurt or even itch at all. Never had them so beautiful before?

I felt a little febriculose, so took an extra Codeine tablet.

Made another brew of tea and carried out the Health Checks. Sys148, Dia 78, Pulse 74, Temp 35.6. I think the pulse might be a bit minimal and the temperature a bit high?

Not surprising though, with having the fever symptoms and bloated torso. The weight was 14.9.

Into the computer, and spotted something I had not earlier – a banana on the old chair arm. Now, there is a banana skin in the bin from last night where I ate one after the meal – so where has this one come from? Did I fetch another in my sleep? Has my mind now gone fainéant as well as confused? Mmm!

Got on with finishing yesterdays diary, not a lot in it, because I spent so much time sorting the graphics out nearly all day, and still have a lot more to get done before I can even begin to create them yet. But I like doing them.

Off to the Throne again, another failure and the stomach was churning more than ever. Wait till it comes is all I can do, with crossed fingers. I suppose it will come eventually, but where and when? Humph! Taking no chances, each time I get the ‘feeling’ to use the Porcelain Throne, I’ll pay a visit to be on the safe side. Even if I do wear out the carpet. Haha!

Made a start on this post. Then Email checks, WordPress reading and responding. I got interrupted by another call to the Throne – Boy was this a session and a half! The longest passage of wind ever followed the movement of gargantuan proportions! I considered opening all of the windows afterwards too, – talk about thick, the whiff was almost unbearable even to me. I hope it doesn’t filter through to the other flats? Still,  the tummy pains eased straight away.

Back and did the Emails and other catching up, then onto CorelDraw and the graphic preparation work.

Stopped to get the potatoes in the saucepan to boil slowly.

I have no idea what is in the seasoning, just that it tastes delightful. (Well, it did last time I used it in the boiled potatoes). Made a brew and back to CorelDraw.

I did a Birthday graphic for Australia’s Mary. Posted it to her Facebook and back again to preparing the TFZer next series ones.

Got a few done ready, lots more to do yet, though.

Ailments still being kind to me. Late now, so I must get the meal ready. Took a photograph of the plate, and when I got around to updating this, it had gone?

Health Checks, medications and settled t to watch the football match. Portugal v Hungary. Fell asleep in seconds.

Monday 4th September 2017

0425hrs: Hastily up and off to the Porcelain Throne. No change this session, still a touch Trotsky-like.

The blood-blister thingy on my foot seems to be changing colour now? The big toe nail appears to be going brown at the ends of them now?

I decided I must get a hobble in today, whatever happens. Two days stuck inside on the computer is doing me no good, methinks.

Back into the £300 second-hand recliner room, no signs of any nibbling or mess. Good!

Took the medications and did the Health-Checks. Then turned the computer on and made-up the weekly record for the nurse tomorrow.

Set about working on the TFZers photographic series. I think I’ve taken on too much with this one, it is taking far too long, and I am not getting other things done. But still, I do enjoy doing them.

Had to stop after three hours, to do the Email and WordPress readings.

Made a fresh mug of tea and took these photographs of the misty morning out side. The first one from the balcony. The second from my hanging out of the kitchen window (Camera strap firmly around my wrist, hehe!) and noticed that nothing building work wise, looked any different to a similar picture I took of the same area last Wednesday?

An Email returned to me that I had sent to her yesterday, told me that the beautiful Obergruppenfurheress Deana is on holiday again, I thought she seemed a little cheerful when she called in the flat last week to check if I had done the Wristlet Alarm battery tests. First time I have seen her for weeks. She must be very busy with all the workings going on… Mind you, they are not doing anything at the moment. So?

Back to the Emails.

A lot to get through this morning.

Th one that stuck out first was from Sister Jane, I saw The Foo on screen and feared the worst new possible, so quickly opened the email. She had sent a photograph of Fooey while he was snoozing and I assumed, snoring away!

Bless him and his pleasant nature.

Had to have many wee-wees up to now, so I might not go out on the bus for a walk, I’ll just hobble down into Sherwood and get some cooked meat perhaps. I could, if Hilda Hips and Arthur Itis are kind to me, walk up and down Mansfield Road taking snaps of the side roads for my friends abroad and the TFZers on Facebook to show how Sherwood looks?

Back once again to the Emails, then WordPress reading.

I got the rubbish bags sorted ready to go to the chute, then did the ablutions, which took me a good while, as shaving was not easy, what with me not shaving yesterday. Much bleeding. Naughty Boy!

Set off, down in the lift and along Chestnut Grove.

The rain had stopped, and I found one building worker on site, I sneaked a shot of him through the temporary gate No.4 – no other workers sighted, no vehicles, deliveries or anything. Are they on a go-slow? Hehe!

To the end of the road and right down Winchester Street – it was a bit slippery underfoot with the leaves, berries, flowers and trimmings from where they had cut back all the bushes. Got to the bottom and walked left up to the library, started taking photographs as I walked back down and up the hill to the bus stop. I later used all of the pictures in a post. Link: A Walk along Mansfield Road…

I took about 15 photographicalisations of close business premises, retail units restaurants and food takeaways, amongst others.

So many failed dreams of so many small entrepreneurs and hopeful people.

I even found the alleyway where the brothel (So they tell me!) used to operate from, that is now flats it seems. But it looked a bit deserted to me?

I called into the Polish Food Store to get sneered at and ignored, as part of my training ready for next weeks visit at the Obergruppenfureress Receptionists at the Audio Clinic. Hehe! I bought some bread, roast belly pork ribs (A sandwich meal tonight, with extras of course), apples and cooked belly pork with herbs and garlic.

Pressed on up the hill and found that the Reptile Centre had closed as well.

On up to the bus stop and caught a number 40 the three stops up the hill. Dropped off at the National Cleaners place, and hobbled back up to the flats, slowly and limpingly. Hippy Hilda and the plates made sure of that!

Got in and utilised the Porcelain Throne, I think that Trotsky Terence is weakening now. Cleaned up and got potato thingies in the oven to cook and the meat sarnies done and the trimmings on the plate ready.

While doing this, I thought I heard vehicle horns being sounded rather aggressively.

Looked out the kitchen window, but could see no signs of any altercation, in fact, I saw no one about at all at first.

But seeing the tail gate open on the car on the left, I zoomed in doing my neighbourhood watch duties, to see if anything untoward was taking place. A bloke was sat on the end bumper in the car, using his mobile phone, I think, and drinking his can of Coke.

Excitement over, I got the fodder served up and settled with it in a tray on the knees, the TV on to watch the Football Match, and suddenly needed a wee-wee. Humph! Out of the recliner and off and tended to things, cleaned up and returned.

Climbed back into the now shaking precariously when in use £300 second-hand Recliner – and the phone rang! Tsk! It was someone wanting to talk to Martin? I explained things to the caller, who had a nice Cornish accent, that there was no Martins here, and climbed back into the still wobbling when in use £300 second-hand Recliner, and got the tray back on the knee and started to imbibe the fodder with the cold and rather soggy potato balls. Grumph!

I still enjoyed the fodder, just not as much as I would have without all the Mini-Whoopsiedangleplops!

I kept drifting off for a few minutes, waking up for a minute and off again. This happened for hours, until while awake and wondering what happened score-wise on the long gone football match, I passed some wind – Huh! Had to visit the wet room to chck things out – all good!

By the time I got settled again, I relaised it was gone midnight! Oh, dear!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 2nd August 2017: Not much done other than Computerisationalisationing, diaries, writing and Graphic preperations

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Saturday 2nd August 2017

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0430hrs: No signs of any nibbling activity around the recliner.

Although the dream memories were fecund, they absconded from my reach within seconds, most aggravating. They seem lately to be non-existent or soon evanesce. Egads!

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear! Haemorrhoid Harry bleeding freely again. Made right mess that needed cleaning up.  Getting low on Haemorrhoid Harry’s cream now. Titivated things and back to the recliner room, found a note on the arm of the chair.

Times and scribble on it, not the foggiest idea what it should represent, apart from the Wee-wee?

Bad writing to say the least, but maybe I was half-asleep when pencilled it?

Took a photo from the kitchen window while I did the Health Checks and took the medications. Sys 169, Dia 76, Pulse 99, Temp 33.3, Weight now up to 14.9… Tsk!

Again, I took a Dia-Limit capsule as things were still not free of Trotsky Terence’s interference on the Throne.

0630hrs: I set to importing and doctoring the photographs from yesterday, those I took and them that Jane & Pete had sent me. This was an enormous task. By the time I had used them in yesterday’s post and on a dedicated one, it was 1210hrs! The day had gone! Tsk!

I began this diary up to here, then checked the Emails, did WordPress reading and responding.

Then I went on Facebooking. Being so busy I’d missed an awful lot.

Got carried away finding words to use and adding them to my own Words-to-Use file on Word.

Then on to Coreldraw to do some prep work for the next TFZer series.

Drained and tired now. I did the Health Checks and took the medications and then got the fodder ready.

Balsamic boiled sliced potatoes, with beetroot vinegarette, Mushroom & Pork Pate, tomatoes in balsamic vinegarette, potato letters. Peas and a rather overcooked yet tasty beef pie – and; The apple that Pete kindly stole from his neighbour’s tree and gave to me yesterday. Hehe!
Oh, and a banana.

I settled down to watch the Spain v Italy football match. It seems that the Italians have copied much from the England team. Maybe they should stop doing this? That is if they want to win something, like a football competition. The Spaniards were so superior in every department, I tried to count their players on the pitch, I thought they had sneaked an extra couple onto the field. Hehe!

Had dreams the moment I nodded off, but I can only recall the tiniest of details. Somehow I was swimming inside an oil tanker, and searching for lost shoelace?

Woke a few times to go to the Porcelain Throne, but it was all wind. Oh, dearie me!

Inchcock Today – Friday 1st September 2017: Visited Jane Pete and Fooey, lots of photographicalisations taken!

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Not a Happy Lot at all… Apart from Jeremy, of course. Hehe!

Friday 1st September 2017

0330hrs: Awoke with dreams milling about in the head, but they dissipated almost immediately, Tsk! They became replaced, with the memory that I needed to get the laundry done this morning, urgently. Before I needed to get myself ready for the visit to Sister Jane’s Mansion.  For I knew that when the afternoon arrived, the fatigue would prevent me doing much at all. I had to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner and attend the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence was causing the urgent need. Huh, again!
Bit of a job cleaning up after the session.

Lots of the ailments were present this morning, but apart from Duodenal Donald who was a touch vigorous in his attentions, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Trotsky Terence, Hilda Hips and Roger Reflux were all in a well-copiable-with mode.

Into the kitchen and found the slippers sticking to the floor? Another mess to sort out. I had no idea what the sticky stuff was; it was translucent patchy stickiness. When I mopped up, it came off quickly enough?

Did the Health Checks. Sys 155 – Dia 71 – Pulse 93 – Temp 31.9, all looking good again. The weight at 14.88 was a tad up again, though only the tiniest bit.

Gathered the equipment needed, and down to the Laundry Room and got the washing machine going. Noticed some new signs on the board, but I had forgotten to take the camera down with me, I’ll get these later.

Up the lift with its flickering lights, and got a brew made and took the morning medications.

Turned on the computer and finished off yesterday’s diary and got it posted off.

Got the camera in my pocket and went back down to the laundry room. The elevator lights were still flickering and flashing, I know not why.

And the next lift I could hear making grinding noises as it moved?

The place needed a bit more cleaning than usual today.

The fingers of the left hand had a visit from Crampy Craig as I took out the clothes and moved them into the dryer.

Huh!

The trays where you put the soap powder if you use it, and freshener were clogged up with old powder, and the front of the machines had spillage stuck to it. Cleaned up both machines.

Then went to investigate the new posters and signs on the wall in the corridor near the lifts.

The first one I read, was informing us of another Nosh-Out session on 20th September. Only £3.99 for a Fish and Chips (Or potatoes) and a drink. Sadly, I have an appointment at the Clinic on that day, Humph!

The next one warns of Travellers who have set up camp in Woodthorpe Grange Park at the top.

That was fun to see that someone else can get the spelling of words wrong! (Smugness dawned, Hehe!)

The last one reminded us of the old £1 coin becoming illegal on 15th October. It’s bad enough using just using majuscule writing, but with added words in bold as well? Perhaps I’m a bit pernickety?

I went outside to take this ‘Moody’ attempt of a photographicalisation of the apartments frontage.

Back up again to the dwelling box. In the other lift – this lift-ride did not have any flashing lights, though, it had worse! A grinding scraping sort of noise as it travelled up? Tsk!

Got the washing stored away, had a wee-wee and popped out on the balcony to take these photographicalisations.

The light was rather colourful now.

I started this post off up to here, then checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading.

No time for Facebooking now, I have to get myself presentable, for a visit to see Sister Jane and Pete to see Fooey. Made sure the liquid food for Fooey was in the bag.

Started the ablutionalisationing session. Collected the bag and set off on a walk to the bus stop on Chestnut Walk.

As I hobbled along, there were no signs of any activity or noises from the workmen. They were noticeable by their absence, Again!

A few laughs, insults, moans and chuntering took place between the residents who were waiting for the bus. The prevailing atmosphere was one of, what’s the word I’m looking for? Erm, discontentment or disgruntlement, barely noticeable, but it was there.

The weather was pleasant as I wandered off into the shrubbery in search of an other Nottingham Nature photograph.

Unfortunately, I slipped as I bent to get this not very good picture of a bee, and Hilda Hips cracked, and this left me with the resulting pain for the rest of the day and into the morning. Tsk! Walking became a painful chore.
Not a good start, Hilda Hips and Haemorrhoid Harold too, were both set-in to be with me for the rest of the day. Hey-ho, if it isn’t one it’s another one or two that take precedence other the other ailments.

Had great chinwag with 4th floor Bill en route. He’s led an exciting life, I love listening to his tales.

Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street. Walked passing six bus stops to the West Bridgford one, and it was closed due to the roadworks, walked back to find it now at the bus stop next to the one I had dropped off at. Hehe! The bus arrived in minutes and in no time I was in West Bridgford, walking to Sister Janes and using the mobile to call her and advise her of my imminent arrival.

I was greeted and given a large cup of tea. First things first I thought, and Pete fetched Fooey down, and a fuss was made. I fed him a tube of liquefied cat food he liked and had a chinwag with him.

Pete and Jane took some photographs of Fooey for me.

Pete had a bad cough on him. But they both looked fit.

Gave them their nibbles, seaweed, Marmite Cakes (Got told off about these, she does not like them, and I should have remembered that she had said this!), Block of Polish Cooked Pork, cat food and some other bits. I, being the Birthday Boy (Well, nearly, Hehe) I got an out of date tin of mints and an apple they stole from their neighbour’s tree that hangs over their garden. Hehe! Only joking, it wasn’t out of date at all. (I’ll be in trouble for saying this, now!).

Their garden looked in super form.

Had a wander around and Jane collected some figs from her tree.

They kindly took some pictures of me, in various places around their lawn. I hope to use them later for a TFZer Series with the gals and guys in the garden along with me. The idea being that I doctor a photo of a TFZer and put it alongside me in the graphic?

Look at the Reflux Valve sticking out. Tsk!

They posed for a few shots for me, bless them.

Jane found Albert and bravely held him long enough for me to take the shots. Albert was not a happy lad about this at all. But he did look straight at the camera for this photographicalisation, though.

Jane & Pete with Fooey outside their glazed patio doors.

Gawd, I love that cat.

They and I took a good few photographs, and I will put them all in a post on WordPress later.

Pete picked some good shots near his shed to take my picture. He raided next doors apple tree for me to have one.

Much laughter and memories were prompted during the visit. Jane kept getting me to nibble bits of her very high-class fodder. I think she liked the Polish Bacon I got for them.

I clandestinely took the midday medications. A terrific visit indeed and I felt a lot cheerier when I left.

The chin-wagging had to cease, as I was soon feeling a bit drained and weary, and Hilda Hip was giving me some hassled still. No Dizzies, mind today.

Pete walked to the bus stop with me, caught the bus, and he dropped off on Central Avenue. I’m a bit concerned about his coughing.

The sky over the City Centre looked very modern as I limped around it. Limped around the City Centre that is, not the sky. Haha!

The youngsters all seemed very happy and content in the water display come paddling pool, shame about the Pavement cyclists though.

I pottered around the stalls and rides looking for an individual photograph to take.

But walking in the crowds meant my having to sidestep and twist to get through without being walked or bumped into.

And this set Hilda Hip off again.

So, I took a shot of the beach and limped off to the bus stop on Queen Street for the L9.

Two Nottingham pavement Cyclists nearly had me over on the way up to the bus stop. Tsk!

I was soon back in the apartment and on the Porcelain Throne. After which, I doused Hilda Hips area and Arthur Itis’s knees and fingers with the Phorpain and applied the lower regions with Betamethasone, and took an extra Codeine with the evening medications. I bet I smelt a bit odd. Hehe!

I took the evening medications.

Feeling shattered now, but determined to get the photographs downloaded onto the computer ready to utilise in the morning. I sent an Email to Jane and Pete asking them if they would send the photos they took earlier to me ASAP so I could use those.

Got the fodder cooking. Garden peas in the saucepan with brown sugar, potato balls and mini-waffles in the oven, sliced the tomatoes and added balsamic vinegarette on them, beetroots on the plate, apple sliced and smoked BBQ sauce Mackerel all ready to add to it later. Banana and Lemon Fool out ready.

Doing this, I realised I could not find the apple that Pete stole for me from his next door neighbours tree? Searched around without finding it?

As luck had it, I found the fruit on top of the Hallway Radiator, much later; in fact the next day!

A blooming good job the heating wasn’t on, eh?

Pete sent the pictures via Email and the dinner was nearly cooked and ready. I turned down the heat in the oven and got the photos downloaded first.

When I went into the kitchen to sort the meal out, I got sidetracked again, this time by the wonderful view outside.

Then realised I’d not done the Health Checks either. So, sorted them out:

Sys 160, Dia 75, Pulse 75, Temp 32.7, pulse well down for a change.

Eventually I got around to serving up the not as hot as it should have been meal.

All out and on the tray ready, and guess what? Haemorrhoid Harold started bleeding, right out of the blue! At first I thought this warm wet feeling was from Trotsky Terence, but no, just crimson red blood to deal with.

Into the wet room and sorted things out. Humph, getting fed-up again now! Hehe!

Finally I got to the fodder and consumed it – and if only I could have got it while it was hot and not reheated, this might have been one of the best ever! For I enjoyed it all the same.

Shame that.

The nodding off started as soon as I got the TV on. However and notwithstanding, I stayed awake for the Malta v England farce. Sheer fatigue from the brave battling Maltese team allowed the scoreline of 4-0. England captain Jordan Henderson said after the game: “There are positives to come out of it but plenty of room to improve it as well.” Brilliant statement!

I facepalmed myself a few times throughout the match! Another Brilliant Statement!

After few minutes thought of what England can do to improve (humph!) I drifted off into a dream filled sleep.

Inchcock Today – 30-31 August 2017 – Thursday Tenants Social Hour

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End of Wednesday 30th August 2017

Croatian: Završava u srijedu 30. kolovoz 2017

I started to assemble the new saucepans and got the fodder in the oven. Halved cooked potatoes (in the crock-pot) with cheese added on top of them and two potato pockets with cheese inside, and into the oven.

Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana called on me to check out if I had done the monthly Wrist Alarm battery checks. I reported that I had. (I don’t think she believed me judging by the semi-concealed obliquely sideways glance, masked with a well-practised but attractive smile, I gladly accepted in return to my statement.)

This gave me a chance to get rid of the sauces, Peri-Peri pot and bits that I had ordered while apparently in a stupor, dizzy spell or moment of madness. Hehe!

Another Whoopsiedangleplop while turning over the potato pockets in the oven, I’m sure the blister will go down soon. Antiscepticated the digit with some Germolene antiseptic cream. Now some more of that I should have ordered from Morrisons! Hehe!

The door bell chimed again, and there was me walking about now with no trousers on, limping more than ever due to the stubbed left big toe, no hearing aids in and passing the wind rather freely! Hoping it would not be Deana, cause she lets herself in if the door is not locked. I gingerly partly opened the door and popped my head out to investigate. It was the chap from next flat to one, wanting to know if I had a five-pound note in return for coins. I fetched a fiver, and we exchanged currency. Couldn’t hear what he was saying actually, but he is an easy chap to lip-read, and waving the coins at me, I followed what he wanted, I hope. Haha!

Back to the kitchen to dish up the meal, but it was not ready yet, the cheese on the potatoes needed a good while yet to turn crispy and brown as I like them. I did the Health Checks: Sys 154 – Dia 72 – Pulse 78 – Temp 32.6.

Served up the meal. I had some of the Smoked Mackerel in barbeque sauce with the other fodder. No bread needed.

I had made too much, yet, ate it all with great satisfaction. The reason for the two lemon yoghourt desserts was my overstocked situation and short ‘Use By’ dates on them. I could have given Obergruppenfureress Deana a packet of them, but never thought. I’ll take some down to her and Obergefrieteress Warden Julie and put them in their fridge at the Social Hour in the morning.

The usual falling asleep and waking up ensued – but this time, I could remember a bit about one of the dreams – Not a lot! As Paul Daniels used to say. I was master of earth it seemed and was looking down on the planet from wherever and picking areas out that needed to be eliminated? Scary!

There was a lot of noise coming from above again; I could not identify where from or what was making it correctly, but it was annoying late at night, so it shouldn’t be workmen unless someone has had to call them out for an emergency?

Thursday 31st August 2017

Spanish: Jueves 31 de Agosto de 2017

0430hrs: Stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner, taking in the lingering aroma of the night’s involuntary passing of the wind, it was not nice. I started to scratch at the base of the neck; something was not right here. A flaming hard place for me to get to, to put the cream on! Nothing pedicular I hope? Later, it spread around the neck to the chest and shoulders? Seems to be taking an anfractuous route wandering around my body? Ah, well.

Dismounted the recliner, the stubbed (Or whatever) toe still painful, and into the wet room for a Porcelain Visit. Things went well, all in all, apart from the new  Itching Ivan ailment, only Duodenal Donald was bothering me enough to be of any concern.

So I took an extra Omeprazole capsule with medications.

Health checks were then done: Sys 148 – Dia 67 – Pulse 82 – Temp 30.8 and Weight 14.84.

Got the computer on and updated this diary.

Checked the Emails: Sister Jane sent one granting me permission to visit her on Friday.

Naturally, I replied thanking her for the most gracious granting. Hehe!

Went on Facebooking. Then WordPress reading.

Did the ablutions and had a wee-wee – no injuries to report. Hehe!

Gathered the raffle prizes and box of nibbles and off to the Temporary Social Hour Hut.

Got down to the foyer, and returned back up in the lift to the apartment to collect the hearing aids. Tsk!

Down again and hobbled to the hut, and was greeted with “Oh, he’s here then!” from Frank, they do like a laugh. Not many of them in attendance again this week. I should think about 15 or so. I put the raffle prizes on the trolley and handed out the nibbles and the lottery tickets when I bought them. Very quiet in there today?

I pondered on whether to catch the early bus, this will mean dashing off shortly, or waiting until after the Social and get the later bus. Being as Hilda Hips and Duodenal Donald were both in a bothersome mood, I decided to leave early. The atmosphere was a little group-like and unforthcoming, almost standoffish, anyway. I wondered if I’d missed something, or was it my deeds? Had I unknowingly committed a distasteful or misanthropic act?

I departed to the bus stop and had a few chinwags and laughs with some tenants. Bill from the 11th floor was in good spirits as we nattered en route to town.

The Sky brightened up as we went along Cranbrook Street.

As I got out of the seat ready to alight the bus, Dizzy Dennis’s hassle got worse I’m afraid.

When I did get off the bus on Upper Parliament Street, things seemed a bit bleak as I struggled to keep my balance.

I leant up against a bus shelter for a few moments, and things improved a lot, and I set off up the road and across into the Boots the Chemist store. I wanted to get some of the eye anti-irritant sprays. At nights I’ve been using one, but it has now run out, only 10ml contents and very expensive. I investigated the prices and range on offer.

The Optrex ones were over £16, the Boots one £12.49, still a lot, but they do help at night with the sleeping, I’m sure. I just hope these work, as well as the Optrex one, did.

As I left the store into the main mall, I took this photographicalisation above. Much later when I was setting up the update to this post, I saw something in this picture that seemed odd, out of place and luminescent almost. Weird! Can you spot it?

I called in the market there to look at the shirts the Afghanistani stallholder chap had on offer.

Then, ambled along to the Tesco store and bought some tomatoes, fresh garden peas and vinegar.

Out and over the road en route to the City Centre to take some photos. Passing the Little Waitrose store, I saw a lady coming out with some Marmite Rice Cakes in her bag. This reminded me that Sister Jane loves these, so I popped in to buy some for her if I remember to take them with me on tomorrow’s visitation to see Fooey, Jane and Pete.

Limped to the Slab Square and took these shots.

I noticed some Nottingham Street Art on the way.

The people around all seemed in a rather unhappy mood for some reason? Even the kids on the beach appeared to be a little less happy than the other day?

I espied a glass (Or whatever it was made of) figure of a horse in a window. I thought of the TFZer gals, one of them mentioned statues like these a while ago.

This photograph does not show the price ticket, so I thought I might use it as a ‘Price Competition’ on their site later?

Usually, I cannot appreciate this sort of art, but this one appealed to me – until I saw the price! A clue I can use, although it would mean nothing to me; Circa 1960 it said on the label. About 12″s high it was, maybe a little more.

I made my way up Queen Street to the bus stop, and sat down, knowing that this irritates Hilda Hip and Arthur Itis when I have to get up again, but I suddenly felt so tired. Now here, I had a fantastic bit of help from a kind generous natured lady, who woke me and asked if I was waiting for the L9, as it is here now! Yes, a right Whoopsiedangleplop that could have been, if that kind lady had not noticed me nodding off, bless her and a million thanks!

When the bus got on a bit further, May got on the bus. We chatted, and when we arrived at the flats, I was able to assist with getter her trolley off of the vehicle.

I had a job keeping up with her, though. Hehe!

Indoors and to the wet room for a wee-wee.

Then a plan was formed for today’s meal. I got some potatoes in the saucepan with the Polish herbs added to them, shelled some garden peas and added brown sugar to them. When the potatoes are boiled, I itnnd to strain them, and slice them, add strong shredded cheddar cheese on top of them, and get them in the oven. Have some tomatoes with them, with balsamic dressing? We’ll see.

Started (Between wee-wees) to update this diary.

Went in to repeatedly check the fodder, and leant out of the balcony to tak this shot ofthe kids on the park up the hill.

Prepared the side food and got the potaotes sliced, cheesed up and in the oven on a high heat. Sliced some yellow peppers and put a ring on each potato half.

The meal was wonderful, and despite Duodenal Donald’s attentions, I enjoyed eating it.

No more Dizzy Derek and Anne Gyna was so kind, too.

The things for the morning’s visit to see Jane was sorted and in the bag ready.

Must get the laundry done before going as well tomorrow.

The nodding off’s were remarkable by their absence? I nodded off once and didn’t wake until 0330hrs, slept straight through!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 30th August 2017: Mystery of the Blood-blister – Mystery of the Vanishing Bicyicle, and the Mammoth Morrison Order Mystery!

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Wednesday 30th August 2017

Ukranian: Середа, 30 серпня 2017 р

0350hrs: Woke still feeling so tired and fought with my conscience, over past failings and present tasks and decisions that need doing and taking. The significant errors and the little peccadilloes of history would not let me settle in mind. This took a while, as I seemed incapable of making any decisions to rectify or tackle my worries and obligations. I was nonplussed at this and felt a lot of self-criticism growing.

Around 0425hrs, Trotsky Terence forced me to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner and visit the Porcelain Throne. As I got out and stood up, the pain from my left big toe was enough to make me take a closer look. Blood blister? Tsk, another toe-stubbing I cannot remember doing!

I even had the camera on the wrong setting, and the picture came out in mono? Am I going bonkers? (Don’t answer that, no need. Hehe!)

Trotsky Terence was affecting things just a little. Huh, again!
Cleaned things up and went into the kitchen to refill the air spray bottle, and dropped it. (Nice smelling kitchen floor this morning, though?)  Set about searching for another spray to use, after a good few minutes, I found the liquid soda bottle was almost empty. Rinsed it well and transferred the drop of disinfecticated water and made up some more and filled the bottle. Tackled the bin bags ready to take out later to the chute and sprayed the new black bags I’d placed in the three containers.

I was feeling a lot better now, not happier, just more robust in mind.

Got on with the Health Checks, and made a brew.

3Wed10

3Wed09Peered out of the window and took this photographicalisation of the road below.

I thought I’d seen a push-bike on the kerb at the end of the first set of parked cars. Came into the computer room and checked as I downloaded the picture into WordPress, and sure enough, it looked like a bike to me? So I went back into the kitchen to see it again and if I could recognise it. It had gone?

The wind started escaping, so I sprayed around in the kitchen and hallway, I spotted that a letter had been delivered.

It was a birthday card from my old mate Duncan Robertson, bless his cotton socks.

This cheered me up no end. But, I still had the EQ delivered, feeling of yet, even more, Whoopsiedangleplops had yet to arrive. My EQ is rarely wrong, Tsk!

3Wed08a

The Morrison’s order arrived earlier today… I think I might have made an Accifauxpa with it – far too much.
0710hrs: The Morrison delivery arrived… all £75.66 worth of it! Heck of a job sorting out the things I’d ordered. I mean, why, how did order them:
 

Six bottles of Morrison’s washing up liquid?

6 bottles of Morrison’s extra thick bleach, when I already have three in stock under the fridge, and a bottle of Appine bleach too?
6 pots of Extra Fuel & Protein porridge, when I had three tubs of ordinary porridge on top of the cupboard anyway in stock?
2 Bottles of De Nigris Glaze with Soy sauce; What’s that then? Why would I show interest in getting this item, that I do not even know what to do with it, how to use it?
Sage & Onion Stuffing, four packs of and one already on top of the cupboard, along with a large box of mushroom stuffing mix?
Two x 4 pots of Ski lemon Mouse, fair enough they were on offer, but I already have four pots of Lemon Yogourt in the fridge?
A 500g pot of Bertolli butter and olive oil spread – again, I have in the fridge and only used a bit pot of Flora Buttery spread?
Six mini orange juice pots of – I already have three large bottles of orange juice and a carton of fresh orange juice in stock?
Frozen Mini Hash Browns, I have three-quarters of a pack in the freezer?
A pot of Ainsley Harrison, Piri-Piri seasoned Mexican thingamajig. I do not like Mexican food or Piri-Piri?
A sourdough sliced loaf – I had also ordered whilemeal flat bread and bread thins?
Two Pots of the BBQ pot noodles I do like, but I already had two pots in stock?
 
I was seriously worried by my actions over this order. Perhaps, I did the order on a bad day with the Dennis Dizzies and Trotsky Terence? Not that I can remember which day it was, though?
 
I had to use the step-ladder to get the Porridge, stuffings and Pot Noodles up and onto the top of the cupboards – which means I may have to use them again when I want to get them down to use? Although, I usually manage with the grabber. Hehehe!

Back on the computer and finished yestreday’s post and sent it off.

Luckily, Obergruppenfurheress Warden Dean called to see if I had made my Wrist Alarm battery strength check with the Control Room for this month. I informed her that I did it a few days ago. This gave me the chance to creep a bit, and I gave her the bread, Soy Sauce Glaze, the Balsamic Marinade and Mexican Piri-Piri tub. I must pay more attention to my next ordering session!

Then I updated this diary to here.

Onto Facebooking.

Then CorelDraw to do some more TFZ series graphic preparations.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 29th August 2017: No Nurse Nichol today, Inchcock is depressed and inconsolable. Poor old thing!

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Tuesday 29th August 2017

2017 අගෝස්තු 29 අඟහරුවාදා (Sinhala)

Woke around 0320hrs: The mind once again in turmoil and reluctant to allow me to organise my thoughts. I seemed incapable of divaricating the mass of useless, pointless and inconsequentialities milling about within a few quintessential important issues? A losing battle. Humph!

0415hrs: No signs of any nibbling around the chair. I made my move to escape the £300 second-hand recliner, encouraged by the need to make use of the Porcelain Throne. Another messy session that needed things cleaning up afterwards.

Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications, and boy what a sight the morning sky was. I went out onto the balcony to make this beautiful photographicalisation.

Which was not a good idea – when coming back into the room I caught the headphone cable with my foot. The cable extension plug came out, the TV repositioned itself, and I stubbed my toe on the ottoman! Good start, Hehe!

I cursed and cleared up the ensuing mess.

I observed the reminder note I’d left on the TV screen, Morrison’s delivery and INR blood Test Today.

Dia 156, Sys 84, Pulse 91, Temp 31.4 and the weight… Down to 14.78!

The tea had gone cold, so I went back to the kitchen to make another… this was when I noticed as I got the milk out of the fridge, a Gooey mess had leaked from something down into the bottom of the refrigerator and onto the freezer door below. I had to move the whole unit to make room for the salad drawer to come out and cleaned it all up.

After finishing it all off and cleaning the bowl I’d used, I spotted this little mite clinging onto my finger and blood-sucking away! Shaking the hand did not budge it at all?

I checked the fridge but could see no more signs of any of them? Puzzled now!

Puzzled again, when the time for the Morrison delivery had passed, so I checked the email – seems I put it on a wrong day, today by error for tomorrow. Whatta da Plonka!

While on the Emails, I checked them out and did some WordPress reading.

Posted this photograph of Fooey that Pete sent me. Did an Email asking if I could have permission to visit Jane, Pete and Fooey on Friday this week if they are in of course? No reply yet. I just hope that Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald etc. permit me to. Huh!

Had to stop and get ready to do the ablutions, so I wasn’t late for the INR Warfarin Blood Test, hopefully with Nurse Nichole. Got them done and down into the lobby – When I realised I’d forgotten the hearing aids.

So, back up to the flat to collect them, and by the time I’d got back down again, I realised there would not be time (30 minutes) for me to hobble to the surgery in time. So, I waited for the 1030hrs bus to catch it down into Sherwood.

Took a few photographs of a bee on the flowers on the verge. I made five in all, but only this one had the bee in it. It was quick, Hehe!

Had a laugh and chinwag with some of the residents also waiting.

Got down to Mansfield Road and waited for a bus.

Not much traffic around,

Caught a but for the three stops to Carrington.

Into the surgery, reported to the Obergefreiteress Receptionist, and sat down for ten seconds and I was called in, not by Nurse Nichole, but Obergruppenfurheress Nurse Anne.  Sad!

She called my name, then said; ‘Follow me!, ‘Come in!’ as we got to the treatment room door. ‘Go through!’, then ‘Sit!’ This was the verbal theme throughout. She took the blood, and I thanked her meekly and handed over the bag of nibbles and exited the place.

Walked down into Carrington to see if the Lidl shop had reopened yet. It had not, and was still a shell.

Caught a bus back into Sherwood and called into the Co-op store, got a small beef pie, cherry tomatoes and wholemeal bread thins.

Noticed a chap sat in the outside seats of the cafe. The man was wearing a Sherlock Holmes style hat,  blue jeans with white polka-dots and motifs on them, a German Tyroleon green jacket, no socks on and footwear that looked like slippers. Smoking a light brown cigarillo. Also, he was eating some black forest gateau from his knee with a gigantic cup of coffee and passing proliferous blasts of wind! I admired his style in doing his own thing!

Some interesting buses spotted in the photo above. The white one is coming from London to Nottingham, (Or not as the case may be?),  the Maroon one Nottingham to Mansfield and double-decker from Nottingham to the Broxtowe Estate, that’s claim to fame is being the second highest gun-crime and the highest drug crime of all the Estates 2016.

Up to the bus stop, where tenant May was waiting, we had jolly gossip. The bus arrived with many other tenants on it, and I chin-wagged with Mary from flat 38. Arrived at the apartments and the three of us, Mary, May and Welsh Bill hobbled to the flats, with me coming in last as usual.

Up to 72, had a wee-wee and set about sorting the meal for later. The potatoes I’d got in the crock-pot earlier, with Basalmic dressing in the pot. I got the sage and onion stuffing mix in a basin ready to mix and the beef pie to hand, ready to go in the oven with the filling after it had been on for ten minutes to balance out times needed.

Got the oven warming up and updated this diary.

Checked the Emails.

Added the beef pie to the sage & onion with mushrooms stuffing

Caught up on Facebooking.

Health Checks and medicationalisationing sorted.

Cut up the tomatoes and added the balsamic vinegar to them.

Got the meal served up.

This was rather tasty, and a rating of 8.8 was given.

I do not know if it might have been the stuffing or not, but there followed an elongated period of passings of the wind and Reflux Roger started giving me some nasty hassle. Later to be joined by Anne Gyna.

Nodded off as soon as I settled to watch some DVD, but it was a very fretful time. Forever waking up and being unable to recall any of the dreams I knew I’d been having, and with bothersome stabbing pains from Anne Gyna.

Waking up so often, and now in pain around the left foot big toe? Feels like when I stub it, but I cannot recall doing so recently? Getting a bit fed-up with it now.

Hey-ho! TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Monday 28th August 2017: Papplewick Pumping Station Visit today

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Monday 28th August 2017

Scots Gaelic: Diluain 28 Lùnastal 2017

0430hrs: After a dream filled forever waking up sort of night, I rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner, stubbed my toe, had a Dizzy Dennis visit and made my way to the Porcelain Throne, discovering en route that Hernia Harry was also in a bad mood.

The dream recollections were very vague.

Much bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harry, but the session went well regarding the passage, and Trotsky Terence seemed to have eased off again.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, made a brew and made sure the bag of nibbles was ready to take tothePapplewick Pumping Station for the Craft Fair visit later, with BJ and David. BJ is to ring me before he arrives after picking up David, to take us to the station.

Caught up with finishing the weekend post and started this one off.

I went to make another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold, and peered down out of the kitchen window, to see that we were back to no car parking spaces available. I think that some of the tenants have returned from their holidays?

Checked Email, WordPress reading.

Titivated the Morrison order for Wednesday delivery.

Facebooked a while.

1100hrs: Tended to the ablutions, just in case BJ is on time. (Of course, he wasn’t, bless him. Hehe!) He rang 1215hrs to say he was on his way, told him I’d meet him at the end of the road cause of the parking difficulties near the flats.

I was very pleased to see that they had supplied us with a bin outside the lifts on the ground floor, to put out glass in for recycling. Pound to a penny when I get back there will be some other sort of waste in it?

BJ picked us up at the end of the road with David installed in the back seats. David seemed a lot less distracted than usual and his ‘Voices’ were not bothering him so much, or so it seemed. Cheered me up this did, as I chatted with him en route.

At Papplewick Pumping Station, BJ and David went their way and me mine. First thing I did, was to walk around the pond and admire the foliage as I wandered limpingly through the woods. The model boat people were out in force, but a mystery of why the photographs I took of them were not on the SDH card, still remains? I was very disappointed in that!

I’m sad to report that Dizzy Dennis and Duodenal Donald both started to kick off then. I was not up to much for a couple of hours. I got myself in the trees on a bench, out of the sun and listened to a group of ladies giving a musical show on a nearby lawn. They were outstanding, singing the oldies songs in harmony. Dennis made it hard for me to concentrate, and when the foursome of gals stopped singing, and what started like a kiddies entertainment started, I tried to get up to start my walk around again, but gave up and returned to the bench. I got the crossword book out. It is Collin’s version, that is a little harder to solve (For me, anyway), and I spent ages on them. Everything else seemed to disappear from my brain. Odd sensation? Then I needed a wee-wee, hobbled to the WC and began to feel a lot better. The weather was hot, and the kids seemed to be enjoying themselves everywhere. Not a tantrum in sight!

I met BJ and David near cafe the tables, and a group of BJ’s friends arrived for a chinwag with them. I managed to catch a photograph as the mini-train went by some of them. BJ left, David in the middle.

I felt in better nick now, and set off to have a hobble around the Station and fair, while BJ and his mates went to the cafe for a nosh.

I found out much later that some more of the shots I’d taken had also failed to record on the camera card? I think I might have been doing something wrong, but what?

Duodenal Donald had now been joined by Anne Gyna in giving me some grief, and things were not good… well, maybe more like just uncomfortable.

I managed a decent hobble around and was so pleased when they found me, and we were ready to leave. Big hearted BJ, told his two friends he would give them a lift home, as it is on our way. A good chap, our BJ!

As we approached the gatehouse, I tried to get a shot of this little wasp whatever it is, ferreting on this flower, whatever it is. Hehe!

In the distance, I could see an orchard and zoomed in to have a look to see if I could identify the apples in it.

They looked like they might be Discovery variety, but perhaps not, they fruit in winter, I think.Most of them had brown spots on them and did not look very appetising. I mentioned this to BJ, and he said he thought they were grown to sell to a cider maker?

Eventually, we all arrived at the Gatehouse.

I approached from the rear nearer to the orchard, thus avoided struggling up the steps to get through.

I had cunningly taken this photograph earlier on arrival.

BJ’s car didn’t half sink when all four of us (No lightweights either, Hehe) got in.

I was a little surprised when BJ dropped off the man and woman at a Premier Inn on Mansfield Road in Daybrook on the way back.

BJ insisted on going right up to the flats to drop me off, as he said: “Yer don’t look too good yoof, hang on til I get back from my holidays before yer croak, see ya later, cheers!” Haha!

I thanked him, bade my farewells to David, and struggled up to the apartment.

The sun now blazing more than ever. I opened the windows wider, got the Health Checks done, took the medications, taking an extra Ramipril and got the fodder cooking.

Into the wet room to sort things out down below.

Not up to doing anything now really, so drained, but I’d had a trip out and enjoyed it despite the ailments.

Served up the food and enjoyed what of it I could eat. For some reason, the appetite was not as large as usual. However, it was tasty, delicious. I had to use distilled vinegar as I have run out of malt vinegar.

Got myself settled eventually and the TV on with programmes selected to watch.

Craig Cramps started off with the hands. This occasion was so different to any others I’d had. The fingers did not warp and bent as they normally would, a few of the digits straightened out painfully and it was a bit of a job getting them to bend again afterwards. Humph!
 One finger actually seemed to grow fatter for some reason? (Arthur Itis joining in? Haha!)

Still, it made a nice change. If you see what I mean.

Nodding off and having little dreams ensued. What about, I have no idea, I just know I had them?

Poor old twit!