Arthur Itis

Inchcock Today – Sunday 9th July 2017

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Sunday 9th July 2017

Welsh: Dydd Sul 9 Gorffennaf, 2017

0500hrs: The Strange Awakening.

I woke, very late for me, and found I had my feet up on top of the £300 second-hand recliner and found the DVD remote control, the camera and the box with last night’s medications, not taken and a pencil, all of these were laying on my ample multi-fold ridden belly? The curtains were open, yet I recall closing them last night.

And, why the heck would I have all these things laying and in my folds of my belly? The remote perhaps, if I fell asleep using it?

As soon as I moved, both Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna attacked! Arthur, obviously because of the ridiculous position I’d left the legs and knees in. Why Anne Gyna had a go at me, I don’t know.

I painfully straightened the knees and legs, and gurgling issued from the innards and an urgent mission presented itself – I must get to the Porcelain Throne ASAP. – I’m afraid I didn’t make it on time. Oh dear!

The session although lasting only a few moments contained, Splashing, gushing, spurting, squirting and pebble-dashing of the porcelain and me. Humph! It took me ages to get the room, and myself cleaned up. Still feeling a bit queasy, now.

Took the morning medications and made up the pots for next weeks doses. Needless to say, I was happy I still had some of the Morrison Acute Diarrhoea Derek tablets and took one with the other medications.

Carried out the Health Checks, during which I had a wee-wee… twice?

Sys 163, Dia 86, Pulse 89, Temp 34.9 and weight 14St-8.8lb.

Made a mug of tasty tea.

On the horizon, out of the kitchen window, I thought I saw smoke.

I’m still not sure what it was even after looking at this photograph?

Noticed they had cut the grass in the bottom field so I might be able to get out and have a 7Sun04wander through the Copse later, take some nature pictures perhaps… hello, the rumbling innards have started again. Back to the Porcelain Throne.

The session went alright, not so messy this time at all. But Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were still having a go at me. Tsk! I suddenly felt so old for some reason?Then I thought about the things I have to do this coming Monday. Only the prescriptions to collect and see one of the Obergruppenfureresses about the bill from the 3 phone company demanding a months rent again. And this, after Obergefreiteress Julie had told them last month that I wanted to cancel the contract.

Then I thought about the things I have to do this coming Monday. Only the prescriptions to collect and see one of the Obergruppenfureresses about the bill from the 3 phone company demanding a months rent again. And this, after Obergefreiteress Julie had told them last month that I wanted to cancel the contract. Huh!

Also, I have to fill in a City Care Satisfaction Survey about the nurses who did the Enoxaparin injections for me, five pages of this.

Also, the Police Pegasus Contact Management Update needs doing, only three pages though.

Got the computer on and started this diary off to here. Then finished off yesterday’s log and got it posted.

7Sun4bHad a wee-wee. Went into the kitchen to get some more antiseptic wipes and spotted two things out of the window below.

Only one double-line-parker this morning, and I think there is an animal I spotted in the bushes?

Opened the Emails and replied responded and did some WordPress reading.

Did some Facebooking, then created a graphic or two for the TFZers site.

This one, for a celebration of Sandie Lentz’s Birthday. I hope she has the best one ever! Lovely woman:

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This one of a group of TFZer lads making a fuss of Eve. I was quite pleased with one, it took a few hours, but I like it and hope the others do too.

Film LindaN

7Sun4cStarted another graphic off, and the Amazon man arrived with the parcel, containing the hearing-boosters and lid remover.

What followed was such a farce, failure and frustrating hour and a half, that I am going to make a single post about the mayhem, blood, injury and property damage caused while I was sorting out and getting the items assessed!

I’ll do it now while I’m still angry at myself!

Done it.

Far too late up for me, now. Feeling all drained again.

Got the meal cooked and did some Facebooking while it did do.

Just smoked bacon with BBQ sauce, a bit of sourdough bread and (At last I got to try out the Chinese mushrooms) fungi.

When I had to stab holes in the lid of the jar when I failed to get it off with the new wonder lid-removal tool from Amazon, I was lucky enough to have an empty beetroot jar to transfer the fodder into. Not big enough, so I had to throw some away, though.

They really were delicately tasty, mind.

Shame about breaking the mirror, I keep looking, expecting it to be there. Hehe!

I’ll have to get another one soon, or I might be deprived of looking at my distinctively handsome and attractive young face.

Took the medications and did the Health Checks.

I think the weighing scales might be broken?

Settled down after the meal, to watch some exciting programmes on the TV. Huh! Nod-off, wake, wee-wee, nod off, wake, wee-wee, television viewing, nod off, wake…

To make more frustrating, I was having dreams on each nod-off but could remember nothing about them. Grr!

TTFN all.

The Injuries, Frustrations and Farcial damage caused by my checking out the Amazon Delivery of Hearing-Amplifiers and a Lid-Removal tool!

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The Amazon Delivery Man Cometh

He rang the intercom phone, he was at the door very soon,

And, it was only late in the afternoon,

For me, this arrival was of great fortune,

The Hearing Aids and lid opener would surely be a boon!

Yet it later proved me to be an utter paltroon?

– – – – – – – – – – –

He was off in seconds, his signature obtained from me,

I had to open the packet, to view, check and to see,

Would the lid opener, set me free?

Permit me to get at the mushrooms, that were pricey,

Opened the packet, would the lid work for this consignee?

Nope, it didn’t budge, I slipped and broke the mirror though,

Is that another seven years bad luck, oh-oh!

Now I have another bruise on my little toe,

But I would not give up and let this failure go!

So I stabbed the lid with a knife, the blood did flow!

Good job I store antiseptic cream, pads and bandages, don’t you know,

And some plasters with the medicines in the Bureau,

Anyway, afterwards, off the lid did go,

How to keep the Chinese Mushroom fresh though?

An empty beetroot jar saved the day, although,

 I wasn’t big enough, so some I had dish and to go!

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I opened the hearing-amplifiers, excited, I thought I’d explode!

Things started well, batteries were the same, well I’ll be blowed!

Fitted inserts that best-fitted volume to a minimum, it was intolerable!

All I could hear was the blood rushing in my head, it was horrible!

I took the thing to pieces, and a battery shot from my Arthritic hands,

It flew all over, bouncing, it reminded me of a bumble bee,

Or maybe a miniature well thrown, Frisbee

Where did go to? I was fed-up with myself,

Searched finding it under and at the back of the corner shelf.

 

Painfully got down to retrieve this battery, to the dismay of Anne Gyna,

Duodenal Donald, and Arthur Itis too,

The knees that I had bruised were going blue,

Getting back up, and I swear this to you,

I grabbed the door handle, and slipped off of it,

Banging my knee of the wall opposite,

Dragging myself up a message from Haemorrhoid Harold did chant,

Told me I’d need to put on a Comfort Pant!

Thus, I end this little rant!

And to think that Dad used to call me Lucky!

Inchcock Today – Friday 7th July 2017: A bad, bad day! Fed-up and depressed now. Hehe!

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But no rain came

Friday 7th July 2017

Chichewa (Africa): Lachisanu 7th July 2017

0450hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner without any hassle and off to the Porcelain Throne. Looking alright this morning, apart from the wobbly seat.

Performed the Health Checks and took the medications.

The weight had gone down a bit at last. Even if only a tiny bit.

Sys 155, Dia 74, Pulse 81, Temp 33.3

I got some potatoes in the Crock-Pot cooking on low.

The sky was different this morning, reminded me of the Shepherds Warning.

Turned on the computer and got a black screen with this message displayed:

Out of range: 2560 x 1440@60.1hz ??? Turned it off then back on and it worked okay?

Updated yesterday’s diary and got it posted off. Started this one, up to here.

Went for a wee-wee.

Checked on the written diary and thought how well I had done in getting the highlighters to use on it.

This way, I could identify the red for medical and the greens for Nottingham City Homes reminders?

Of course, reading and deciphering my own scrawl remains a problem. Hehe!

When I dropped the pencil and bent down to retrieve it, Hernia Harry showed signs of his displeasure painfully. Huh! But Roger Reflux was still being kind to me, so this balanced out the various ailments degree of botherations.

Yahrzeit, today, for Annie from a flat on the eighth floor. I spotted this when I looked at an old diary. Poor Annie suffered so much over the years. I hope she will be waiting for me when I pop-off, up there, wherever… I loved meeting her and heard her tell me about her worries and problems, gave her nibbles and tried to encourage her to mix. RIP Annie XXX.

I did see that there is at 1400hrs today, a Fire Service Meeting in the new temporary Winwood Centre Portacabin. For the Woodthorpe Court Tenants, 1500hrs for the Winchester Tenants (Who are lucky to have the bus stop moved to just outside their block of flats when the Woodthorponians have to walk so much further to get a bus. And the new cabin it nearest to them as well! But it doesn’t bother me!) Hehehe!

Had a wee-wee.

Checked and responded to the Emails next.

Onto Facebooking then.

Had a wee-wee.

Onto CorelDraw 7 to start another TFZer graphicalisation.

Hours later, in between wee-wees, I got it finished. Phew! I do hope they like it. Some small details and TFZers that might be hard to see on Facebook. Crossed fingers.

Ablutionsionalisticalisational activities tended to. Haemorrhoid Harold had and was bleeding internally, a bit of job to get him to stop. No cuts shaving or doing the teggies, no toe stubs, no Accifauxpa at all.The IQ told me of a

The IQ said of a disappointment to come soon. I hate it when it does this because I know it will happen but have no idea what it will be! Tsk!

All done, I had a wee-wee, and took the bin bags to the chute, and made my way down and out into the glorious sunshine along with some other tenants and we made our way to the new temporary portacabin.

About 25 residents were already in and seated. Saw Olive and her daughter there and got the last seat next to her.

The meeting did not go well for me at all in any way – Sad!

I had no idea what anyone was saying and was far too far away to try and lip read. The Fire Officer arrived and started his silent (To me) lecture come talk.

Then the hearing aid battery packed up on me without any warning. I got the bag on my knee and began to rummage through it, to find the spare batteries. Not that I thought they would help, but they just might. Someone poked me on the shoulder from behind, as I looked up, all the folks were either pointing to me saying something, scowling at me, apparently tutting at me or giving me some wonderfully expressive glares of a warning and aggressive nature! Oh dear!

Luckily Olive being behind me, and her having such easy lip-reading qualities, she indicated that I was making a noise going through the bag disturbing the others who could not hear the Officer talking. Red-facedly I put down the bag, and indicated my apologies to the others, with the traditional palm of the hand sign.

I really wanted to give up altogether and just leave but did not want to upset them all by doing so. I stuck it out, sitting there silent with no idea what was going on, until the end, then said my farewells to Olive and sneaked out from the door at the opposite end of the cabin, sensing the glares and stares behind me as I did so.

I turned and took a photograph of the cabin I’d just exited. Seeing the fencing close to in the picture, I then knew what all the other poles all over the site were going to be used for.

A little surprised at the Nottingham City Council allowing UKIP colours on the pelmets? Hehe!

Felt a bit depressed and embarrassed at upsetting everyone at the meeting.

Had a rather morose walk down Winchester Street Hill into Sherwood, and called at the Continental Food Shop. Asked for three slices belly pork with stuffing and garlic, and one Polish cooked chicken thigh. And a jar of Chinese mixed mushrooms in oil. I thought they were a bit expensive at £8.51? (When I got back to the flat later, there were six (Not the three I’d asked for, slices of pork and two, not the one I’d asked for, chicken thighs! Humph!).

Called in the Co-op store and got some fresh pod peas.Strolled limping a little, the plates were giving me much

Strolled limping a little, the plates were giving me much discomfort, to the Wilko Store. Again they had no Dettol Lavender disinfectant in stock, and in the space where it usually is on display was now used by another product and the label on the shelf for Dettol, removed. I left empty handed and thought, the IQ message I got when ablutionising earlier was right?

Called in the Charity shops but nothing appealing, then I made my way to the bus shelter to catch an L9 bus back up the hill to the Winwood compound.

Two lady tenants at the bus stop who I recognised from the Fire Meeting, did not answer my greetings to them apart from a scowl and sat far away from me on the bus. I felt like a pariah. I was feeling bad enough before this. Tsk!

Dropped off the bus at the Winchester flats where it has been relocated to, and in need of a wee-wee, I made my way down to the end of Chestnut Walk to me Woodthorpe Court block.

Noticed some workmen removing the now unavailable, bus stop from near the Woodthorpe apartments.

Got in and had my wee-wee, then washed and into the kitchen to put the bits away that I’d purchased.

I thought I’d try some of the Chinese mushrooms with the meal later.

But there was no way I could get the lid off of the Chinese Mushrooms jar! I tried everything I could think of. What a lousy flipping day I am having!

Shelled some peas to have them cold with the meal.

Got the medications and a pot of Lemon Fool to accompany the fodder, and dished it all up. Beef pasty with strong cheddar on top, pickled mushrooms, the raw peas, beetroots, belly pork, Polish chicken thigh and some new potatoes. No bread, because I forgot to get some when I was in Sherwood. Fancy that!

Sister Jane rang, but I cannot remember what it was about? Sorry, Jane.

Despite how things had gone today, I enjoyed this plateful very much and rated it as a 9.22/10. But then, I didn’t know what was about to take place, did I?

After devouring the food, I went into the kitchen to wash the pots up and found I’d left the hot tap running in the sink… Hastily I made my way to  turn off the tap,

Stubbed the big toe on the sink base unit, dropped all the pots and tray, spun around and belted the elbow on the drainer corner!

The mess on the floor could wait, the toe was the worst thing at this moment, the pain was really sharp. Into the wetroom and found that bleeding under the toe needed attention. Not a lot, but painful. Got the antiseptic cream on it after cleaning it best I could.

Then, back to tackle the mess and hodgepodge in the kitchen. My walking style must have looked really comical now. Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, the callouses and now the toe, all helping me to challenge John Cleese for the Funny Walk Challenge title. Hehehe!

Got a bowl of soapy water and disinfectant in it and I bent down to wash the floor area where the beetroot had stained, I felt the flow from Haemorrhoid Harold, and hobbled funnily, back to the wet room again. Cleaned things up again, back to the mayhem in the kitchen. I got spillage looking cleaner. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, with one extra Codeine Phosphate.

Had a look at the TV magazine, nothing on to watch, so I hobbled back to the main room and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, with a mug of orange juice and some nibbles for later, and got a DVD on.

Started to watch Dr Who, Ten minutes later I woke up needing a wee-wee. As I escaped the clutches of the recliner and stood up, I could feel the warm flow in the slipper, from the big toe. To the wet room and tended to it again. I put a drop of after-shave on the corner where it seemed to be coming from mostly. Made me jump a bit, but it worked, and the blood flow stemmed within a minute or so. Took the wee-wee and back to watch the DVD.

0450hrs, I woke up with the DVD still on.

A day to forget methinks.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 6th July 2017: Winwood Tenants Social Hour Meeting

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Thursday 6th July 2017

Russian: Четверг, 6 июля 2017 года

Jumped awake at 0100hrs – Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee. Overall, another good morning health wise I thought. Anne Gyna was being a bit nasty with me and Roger Reflux too. But Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Steven Shakes, Harry Hernia and Dizzy Dennis were all in a good mood and kind to me.

Got the laundry things ready and went down to the laundry room and got them in the machine. New notice on the board:

It was from Jenny, the flats coordinator, a former Woodthorpe Obergruppenfurheress Warden and tenant.

Back up to the apartment and got the kettle on, took the morning medications, A little early I realised after taking them. But I had taken the doses early last night.

Computer turned on and began updating the Wednesday Diary.

Very warm and close this beautiful morning.

Soon time to go down and move the washing into the dryer.

Popped outside, to take this shot (I still want to know what all these triple poles are going to be used for? Hehe!), luckily I’d remembered to take the foyer door swipe with me so I could gain entry back into the compound. Phew!

Up again, both of the lifts now working again.

Had a wee-wee and put on the kettle. Did the health checks.

Did the health checks, and very nearly, retook the medications! What a clot I am!

The pulse was 99, but I expect this is because I had been up and down the lift with the washing. When I took the photo of the machine and doctored it in Vinette, the pulse reading with the flash reflection looked like it was 299. So I doctored the 99 in the photo to make it clearer. Hehe, got me going for a second or two. I did notice that the pulse had been a bit erratic this week all through, though. The weight had gone down mind. First time for a while.

Did some more updating on the diary. Got it finished and posted off. It was time to go and collect the laundry again.

All folded neatly, cleaned the machines and filter. Lifted the bag and the handle came off!

Lifted the bag and the handle came off!

Picked up the clothing and shook the dust off of them and replaced them with the bag. Passed some wind, and hastily made my up to the flat, while fumbling to carry the bag, and the Porcelain Throne. The lifts have never seemed slower! Haha!

I made it in time, but only just. Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding since my last visit 3 hours or so ago. Cleaned things up and applied the medication cream. Wiped around, scrubbed my hands and out and back on the computer and started this Inchcock Today, off.

Went to make a cuppa, and saw that I’d forgotten about the bag of laundry I’d dropped as I got through the door in my haste to get to the wetroom. So I put away the stuff in the airing cupboard.

Looking a bit blue out there?

Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading.

Facebooking next.

Had a wee-wee.

0536hrs: Started a TFZer graphics. Got these two done, both in monochrome style, and made look like an old photograph, best as I could.

Janet and Jillie in London, with Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson.

Thomas, in the old Nottingham Victoria Station, with a diesel and Steam locomotives.

Hope they like them.

Had a wee-wee, made a mug of tea and watched a video on YouTube before having to get the ablutions done in time for the Tenants Social Hour in the new temporary hut.

A good few resident there when I arrived at the new temporary shelter/shed. I was going to take a photo of it, but I’d forgot to take the camera with me. Huh!

Some of the girls seemed happy to see me. A bit of a job finding a chair to sit on, and had to sit next to a Winchester tenant chap who took up all the available moving room to and from the seat I had to use. Fair enough, the man had a stick with him and was rather well-endowed stomach-wise, very big, covered in tattoos and not very sociable.  So I did not bother him and asked others to let me in and out each time I needed to move, which was often.

Got up to put the raffle prizes on the table. Chinwag with some of the ladies and back to get the nibble bag. Had to get around the man again to distribute the nibbles above.

Then back, via the spread-eagled bloke to the chair and I had half a cup of tea and natter with Bill (William on Sundays).

Then I required a wee-wee, poor old Frank had to move again to let me through to the WC. The tall chap didn’t even seem to know the bother and hassle he was causing by sprawling out so far away from the table, bless him.

I asked a representative of the work team who was doing the upgrade, and he told me the poles dug into the grass, concrete paths and road all over the place, were to build security fences, for when the expensive plant machinery moves into the compound. I know now. Hehe!

Got some raffle tickets and had to fight my past the chap again to give them out to some ladies. Jenny was looking good. One last exertion to get through the chairs and I called it a day, it was encouraging too much hassle from Arthur Itis with the tall, rotund gentleman not moving at all. I thought perhaps he couldn’t. But he didn’t speak or answer me when I inquired how he was keeping. He only talked to a woman opposite him, and Jenny?  I offered a cheerful cheerio to the folks and left early to get back to number 72 and another wee-wee.

The Anticoagulation Record had arrived while I was out at the Hut.

Down to 2.8 this time. For some reason, the DVT is having a heck of a job getting the INR level up, although I thought 2.8 was not too bad at all, very close to the target figure. But they had increased the dosages anyway. But I must not turn into a vaticinator.

I made an Email for the Sherrington Park Surgery requesting an appointment as instructed for Wednesday 12th July as early as possible for the next INR blood test. I added the photograph I took of the Anticoagulation Records details, like a subtle sarcastic reminder that they have not sent me an Email with the changed dosages. I don’t suppose they will be interested really, though.

Took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.

Looking far more like okay, now I think compared to earlier.

Although the temperature seems to have dropped dramatically, from 36.1 (High?) to 31.9 (?)

Had a wee-wee. Into the kitchen for a brew of tea and notice outside down below in the bottom field near the Copse, was a gal with her two dogs playing ‘fetch-the-ball’… Well, I say two dogs. I had a real laugh watching them perform, I must say. The lighter coloured brown dog would race away and retrieve the ball, with the black running so far with him, then about half way to wherever the ball landed, he’d wait for the other dog to get it and run back to the girl with it and join in with him then. In the end, after twenty or so ‘Fetches’ like this, the black dog just laid down and rolled in the grass when his Mistress threw the ball for the other one to retrieve.

I was laughing out loud at the black dog’s antics. Hehehe! Loved watching them.

No rain at all today yet. It did say on the radio, some areas will get none, and others a ‘Yellow Warning’ storm?

A quick look at the news for Nottingham.

Apparently, this was Castle Boulevard twenty minutes ago.

This is how it looked from the kitchen window here, just over ten minutes ago.

A bit of difference then, I see?

Hehe!

Rechecked the Emails to see of any from the surgery had arrived. As I opened Gmail, it came through, from the surgery. I wrote in the paper diary and onto the Google Calendar. Wednesday 12th @ 1022hrs sent an Email back to them thanking them and confirming I could attend. A fair number of WordPress Emails, so I answered/responded to them.

Feeling well drained now, after another silly hour start to the day. Tsk!

Going to have something easy to make I thought. After which I decided on tomatoes and bacon… tonnes of bacon! Hehe! Then I realised I’d not got much bread in stock, so had a rethink. Gorrit, potatoes and bacon with some sweet curried baked beans?

Did the evening Health Checks.

Had a quick bash on Facebooking, then a wee-wee.

Had a wee-wee.

Got the bacon in the oven and watched a 15-minute video on YouTube while it cooked.

Anne Gyna and Reflux Roger both eased off – Nice!

Sister Jane rang as I went into the kitchen to check on the food. I’m overeating, and the wrong foods again and that is why I must cut down on bread and potatoes. She worries about me, blesses her cotton socks. Hardly dare print the photo of tonight’s meal. Hehe!

Got the fodder served up, and a great one it was too, taste-wise.

After I washed the pots and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a DVD before Hetty Wainthrope started on the TV, Shaking Steven paid me a visit. Not good, but at least I was settled and had nothing in my hands at the time. So, no Accifauxpa or Whoopsiedangleplop! Good that!

CorelDraw back on for a while. I updated this one below. Not easy with the fingers doing their own thing. Hehe!

Gave up after a while and got the head down – off I went into the land of nod within minutes.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 5th July 2017

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Wednesday 5th July 2017

Maori: Wenerei 5 Hōngongoi 2017

Kept waking up and nodding off again for an hour or so, so drained after yesterday’s exertions and hassle.

Rose up for a Porcelain Throne visit around 0600hrs. (If I had not wanted the Throne visit I might still be in th recliner, so weary. Haha!) Tired, yes. But Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, Shaking Steven and Dizzy Dennis were all being kind to me at that moment. It felt odd, wrong somehow. If you know what I mean? Only Haemorrhoid Harold was any bother. My EQ tells me this will not last, and something not nice is due later in the day. Huh!

Had a wee-wee.Then did the Health Checking routine.

Then did the Health Checking routine. The temp was 33.8 and the weight was a staggering 14.94. Oh dearie me!

Got the nibbles into the bag for the INR blood test nurse this afternoon.

Email sorting next, a lot get through this morning.

WordPress reading and then onto Facebook to catch up again.

Had a wee-wee, then got some potatoes on the slow boil to have later when I get back from the surgery.

Carried on with Facebooking for an hour more or so.

Had a wee-wee, made a mug of tea and watched a YouTube about car crashes.

Ablutions carried out, midday medications and Health Checks done.

Collected the bag and off on a walk into Carrington and the INR blood test.

Out and to the end of the road then right down the hill and left and up the Mansfield Road hill and down into Carrington.

Strangely quiet on the roads this morning.

Got to the surgery, signed in, took a seat. I was the only patient in there?

Nurse Nichole collected me and into the blood room. We had a chat while she took my blood. I mentioned that I’d sat down with the sample bottle and broken it, and she said she’d get me another, which she did bless her sumptuous thighs.

I was certain there was something else I wanted to ask her about, but could not remember what it was. Huh!

Gave her her box of chocolates, bid farewell and off a trotted out and to the paper shop in Carrington. Got a packet of four highlighter pens. I’ve got these to use on my written diary to indicate the different task that I record in advance.

Down to the Chemists and inquired of the date for my prescription collection. The young lady checked and informed me it was next Monday, 10th July. I wrote this down on the inside cover of the crossword book, to record on the paper diary and Google Calendar later. (I remembered to at well. Smug mode adopted!)

Down and into the Lidl store. Got some wholemeal bread thins, meat slices and mint nibbles for myself.

Out to the bus stop and caught a bus back up into Sherwood. Lots of time before the L9 bus arrived, so I wandered around a bit. Called in Wilko and got some Y-lang fragrance boost and softener and Surf capsules (Lemon scented) for the laundry.

Called in the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop but did not get anything.

To the bus stop.

The traffic had increased, but no L9 bus arrived yet.

The L9 was due at 25 minutes past the hour, but by 30 minutes passed, had not come, and a number 40 bus did, so I got on that one. I lot further to walk when using this bus, but I was not sure if the L9 was going to arrive or not. They often fail to turn up.

Naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclists lingered everywhere I looked in Sherwood.

Dropped off the bus on Winchester Hill and started the ascent up to the flats. The feet were stinging, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna both kicked off.

Turned left onto Chestnut Walk, as the oh-so-late inbound L9 bus passed me. The outbound was at the new bus stop in front of this bus.

Note the bus stop could not be further away from Woodthorpe Court and is situated right next to Winchester Court. Doesn’t bother me though!

In the flat and had a wee-wee.

Got the meal cooking and put the bits away. Amended the written diary with the new reminders.

Had a wee-wee. I’ve just remembered what I was was going to tell the nurse about… Humph!

Did the evening Health Checks.

Got the fodder prepared and served up.

Roasted strong cheddar cheese, boiled potatoes, beetroots, ready-cooked crispy streaky bacon, garden peas and two, not eatable boiled, pickled eggs and minced beef and gravy in shortcrust pastry. Lemon Fool to follow.

What was wrong with the eggs I have no idea. They were foul (Bit of wit and wordplay here folks). Despite this, the rest of the meal deserved an 8.8/10 rating.

Took the medications and checked the TV magazine and found that Hetty Wainthrope was on at 2000hrs, that was all I was interested in.

Watched some Dr Who series one episode between nodding off now and then and rewinding. At 2000hrs I put the TV on to watch Hetty… It was not on! Checked the listings… and found I’d looked at tomorrow’s page. Humph!

No chance of staying awake after this, soon off in the land of nod proper, until 0100hrs when I sprang awake full of vim?

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 4th July 2017: Early Whoopsiedangleplops, Hearing aids go over double in original price, Accifauxpas rampant and such along day, poor old Inchcock confused and a bumbling wreck now! Hehe!

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Tuesday 4th July 2017

Napali: मंगलवार 4 जुलाई 2017

Best Wishes to all my TFZers Friends in the USA!

0400hrs: Woke with no memories of the dreams I was certain I’d been having – then the urgent call came for a visit to the Porcelain Throne.

Things went well, other than Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding a lot, but soon stopped him with applying some of the antiseptic cream. Stung a bit mind!

Searched for the Anticoagulation Card again. No luck. Danged thing is somewhere cause I found it the other day… Tsk!

I did come across an old photo booth picture though.

Ah, memories! Haha!

Just look at that smug face on me! Humph! I didn’t know what was coming years later, did I?

Did the Health Checks, all over the place this morning they were.

Had a wee-wee.

Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications.

The computer on and finished the Monday Diary and got it posted.

Back to the Porcelain Throne – nearly had an Accifauxpa with the loose-fitting seat again!

Many Emails to sort out. Then got a bit of Facebooking done.

Had a wee-wee.

Tended to the ablutions. Turned out a bit of an unexpected farce this session. Having the clean-up early, I did not use the shower, for fear of bothering or disturbing any of my neighbours.

  • Doing the teggies, I cut my gum.
  • Dropped the razor and trod on it.
  • Knocked the bottle of antiseptic over and it broke!
  • Banged my head on the corner of the sink as I bent down to retrieve it.
  • Went to get another bottle and stubbed my toe on the mop bucket (Again!)

Not the best of starts to the day. Tsk!

Got dressed and all the things ready, remembered to take the food for the ducks and birds at the Nottingham Arboretum.

On the way out, I took the other bag of lamb in mint & Rosemary Gravy and rang my neighbour Josie’s door bell. The lovely woman she is. She was in and answered the door, and I explained about the lamb gravy being far too sweet for me, gave her part of the original packet I’d cut out of the box, with the instructions and a sell-by date on it. Thankfully, she liked the idea, and I handed it over. She offered to pay for it bless her, but I wouldn’t have that.

Down to the foyer and had a chinwag with a bloke for a bit. Others arrived, and we all walked (The now, far greater distance) to the bus stop at the end of the road. Further little gossiping sessions took place. When the bus to town came, and I sat next to the gal on the 11th floor, another nice person and we chatted en route and had a laugh.

Off the bus, it was raining now, only drizzle. I walked through Victoria Centre (Mall) with Mary from the 9th floor. She asked me when she could return the DVDs I gave her to watch. She will call me in the morning. She was on her way to collect some DVDs she had ordered from the store in the centre. I went in with her and asked a member of staff if they had any of the Biederbeck Affair and or Biederbeck Tapes in stock. He had a look and informed me they had not, but I can order a new release of all the series, and he believed they had subtitles on this one. I ordered it, and I have to go back in a week to see if it has arrived.

Out of the mall and along Shakespeare Street passing the college buildings and residences en route to the Arboretum to see the birds at the pond.

Through the gates and was greeted with the relocated bust of Nottingham MP Samuel Morley. (1809 – 1886), Head of I & R Morley in Nottingham.

 

Samuel Morley was born in 1809, the youngest of John Morley’s three sons.  His father and Uncle Richard founded the family’s knitting business and established its London warehouse and distribution base.

The firm of I & R Morley played a significant role in the knitting industry and by 1844 was responsible for 6% of the sector’s total output.

Fed the ducks and pigeons, had a talk with them and generally enjoyed myself no end. Loved the Mallard and Coot chicks to bits. Despite my getting wet. Hey-ho!

As I walked up the hill towards the tram stop at the corner of Upper Parliament Street, I came across some Nottingham Street Art and vandalisation.

Fire hose dry riser valves outlets damaged, covers broken open and litter, waste and what smelt like urine scattered around inside and out. Humph!

Over the road and down into the Slab Centre Square.

Looking a bit bleak at this moment, and not many folks out and about yet.

Can’t blame them, if I didn’t have to go to the hearing test, I would not have been out – and – I would not have spent a fortune buying the DVDs. Huh, I am a fool!

A CPO (Community Police Officer) meandered by slowly as she crossed over the lights with the ‘Don’t Walk’ red light against her.

Attractive, meaty thighs though.

I hobbled, the foot where I stubbed the toe and trod on the razor earlier was giving me some bother, down to the Hearing Aid place and gave the Obergruppenfurheress on the desk my appointment card. Without looking up at me, she spouted: “The appointment won’t be until 1130hrs because you’ve come early you know!”

I purposely did not answer until she did look at me. “I’ve only come in early to get out of the rain, do you think anyone would actually want to come in here to be spoken to like that, voluntarily?” – Advantage Inchcock! Hehe!

She then became sociable. “Oh is it raining?” – “Yes!”

I wandered to the waiting seats and got the last one available. Took the crossword book out and had a decent session with it.

A young, good looking, educated, good looking, evidently a rich bloke with hair, tall, well spoken and fit looking arrived to take me into a treatment room. Gawd, I was jealous! Only joking, Haha! Introduced himself, Craig his name was and into his cubbyhole.

He explained the procedure for the removal of the compacted ear wax and got me to sign a partial disclaimer in the event of any damage.

He was having great difficulty in getting the wax out of my right ear hole. He got the top layer out without nay hassle, but the layer beneath was proving very hard and stubborn. At one point he thought we might have to do another week of putting olive oil in and try again. I pleaded with the lad to do his bestest, and he did too!

The tool used was like a vacuum cleaner, obviously with a narrow tube. Very noisy in the ear, as Craig had warned me it would be.

He patiently persevered and eventually got the nasty clump put for me.

You can see the size of the compacted lump on the left here.

Wasn’t it a big clump?

Not half! Hehe!

I was so pleased with his efforts.

He then moved onto the other ear, and that one was much easier to clear out, thankfully.

We then went through the options of the aids on offer. The small one that was from the cheaper range proved to be unsuitable when the lad told me the batteries only lasted for two or three hours. Shame that. Then I had to choose one suitable, which meant the price doubled for the next options.

I went for a one piece model. That the batteries should last for a week. At least this will avoid my having to change the tubes when they crack or work loose, cause there are no tubes on it. Fingers crossed anyway.

Then he started to mould the ear pieces, five minutes in each hole alternately and they were ready and moulded.

Then he got me in the hearing box for the test.

That didn’t take long.

The whole thing should have taken about 45 minutes, but I think his getting out the wax from the stubborn right ear channel took far longer than that.

So then, I had to pay for them. That hurt! Still, the batteries are free for three years, a four-year guarantee, and free aftercare… they say.

I left the store a lot less well off, and still have to wait two weeks while they are made and fitted.

Out and the rain had stopped, I went into the M&S food store for perusal, but didn’t buy anything.

Noticed some more Nottingham street art around a waste bin and cigarette disposal box. Not nice to look at.

Then I walked up to Bridle Smith Gate and notice an alleyway and next to it, another empty retail unit. It was last in use as British Heart Foundation Charity Shop.

Made my way to the L9 bus stop and back to the flats.

The lady from the 11th floor got on at the first stop, and we had another good chinwag en route back to the apartments, She even helped me with the crosswords, bless her cotton socks.

A laugh in the lift when we got to the flats, with six of us squashed into the lift together. Oh, the other elevator is working again.

Inside, wee-wee, got the nosh on, Throne visit and onto the computer.

Took me hours to get this diary updated. Well into the nighttime before I got it nearly finished (Up to here) and had to leave it to get some much-needed rest and a nod-off. Of course, I could not get to sleep now I wanted to! Humphski!

Had a wee-wee.

Got the evening Health Checks done. Sys166 – Dia 72 Pulse 83 Temp 32.4

Got the meal served up, and a cracker it was, it made up for my earlier fodder disasters. Sprinkled extra strong cheese on top of the minced beef slices, tinned garden peas, mushrooms, beetroots, a dab of BBQ sauce and Jersey new potatoes. Got some nibbles by the side of the recliner to have a go at later, Marmite Crisps, chocolate brazil nuts (Only two of them, honestly, Hehe) and a bottle of fresh orange juice.

Put the things in the bowl to soak, returned to the chair and decided to try and watch some TV, that must surely send me into the land of nod? And, it did.

Slept for what was about six hours, a lot for me to manage, but it was needed after such a long day for this, now a lot less financially stable old fella. Tsk! I’ll have to leave ordering a table server for the chair for a while now the hearing aids have suddenly doubled in price.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today – Monday 3rd July 2017

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Monday 3rd July 2017

Danish: Mandag den 3. Juli 2017

I had a wee-wee and was up and out on the balcony cleaning the outsides of the windows and door before 0400hrs. Determined to get some cleaning done, whatever. A bit windy, but no rain and it wasn’t cold. Took me a while and nearly lost the kitchen towels I used to finish off the job a few times in the gusts of wind.

Back in and did the insides of them. Cleaned the frames and then sorted out the loose paperwork into folders and updated the written diary.

Polished the furniture, shook and removed bits from the chair covers and replaced them all neatly like. Wiped the TV, computer, printer and keyboard.

Hoovered up and emptied the bins. Took the bags down and out to the caretaker (That is the one who I have never seen not on his phone, mind you, we don’t see much of him anyway) area.

0605hrs: Into the kitchen, Cleared the window ledge and got on with doing the windows. Not easy, turning the damned main one around to clean the other side, but just one blood-blister later I managed it. Replaced the stuff onto the shelf and cleaned the cooker. Not the oven, though. When I got down to remove the trays, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Steven both complained, so I left his part of the job.

Had a wee-wee.

Sink draining board cabinets and kettle cleaned.

0700hrs: Got the mop and bucket from the wetroom and got the kitchen floor swept and cleaned. I’d forgotten about the fridge, so took a look… far too much stuff in it, so I just titivated it and moved stuff around a bit. Hehe!

De-podded the garden peas and put them in a saucepan for later.

Had a wee-wee.

0800hrs: Hoovered the spare room and then got on with the ablutions. Started with the Porcelain Throne Session. (I must get help with the moving toilet seat, I’ll be off of it one day!) The shave produced a few little nicks on the chin and neck. Little Inchy was in a poor state, red and tender? Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding to his heart’s content. Diarrhorea Derek had eased off nicely this morning, and I was now getting messages of complaints from Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis for doing the cleaning so enthusiastically. Hehe!

Had a good shower and dried off, dressed and smelling all sweet, I got dressed, put the towels on the airer and went to make a mug of tea.

Checked the calendar for today so I could remember.

AM: Warden about the alert battery?

1200-1400hrs: Iceland delivery (Iced lolly replacements included, Haha!).

1400hrs > 1700hrs: Survey visit from builders and company doing the work. Had a wee-wee.

1630hrs: Ring for date and time of rearranged op at the Gum Clinic. (Reminder to self; use the second number on the list. Otherwise, you’ll get the Obrgerfreiter Receptionist bloke!)

The plates are stinging a bit this morning?

Got the computer on and started this diary going, then finished off the Sunday one.

Tonnes of WordPress reading to get through today, some good stuff posted by the other members.

Had a wee-wee.

Noticed when I went to put the kettle on, the motorists were still blocking each other in?

The lady surveyor from Nottingham City Homes arrives, sweet cheery woman, Kathy. She went through what will happen change wise. All three windows will be replaced, and a new, different balcony in place. Unfortunately, the storage heaters will not be swapped – and they are all scratched and dented with the markings on the control switched dirtied and unreadable. Humph!

She arranged for some help for me in moving the furniture while the wall is knocked down. Bless her. I had to sign a form to say she had been and I was happy with the instructions given me.

The Iceland delivery arrived while she was here. She helped me carry the bags into the kitchen, good gal!

I got the lamb shank in the saucepan, peas in a small one and the potatoes were already in the Crock-pot.

Pressed on with WordPressing and Facebooking.

Had a wee-wee.

Checked the cooking.

Back on the computer, a visit from Dizzy Dennis did me no good. Huh!

Hello, the door chimes ringeth again…

A surveyor bloke with ID. Needs to take measurements out of the window for each corner and floor, with his expensive looking what I thought was a camera on a large tripod.

Left him to it.

AffinitySerif recommended by Tim Price in a comment. I’ll have a proper look tomorrow, or whenever I can get the time. Did have a quick look, but it seemed all complicated to me, with words that meant nothing to me, Humph!

What happened to the day, where did it go?

Better get the fodder ready.

It smelt so good, looked fantastic and tempting as I got it in the dish.

Accifauxpa somewhere though; It was horrible! Gave it a rating of 4.8/10… Eurgh!

The lamb shank and gravy were so foul tasting. I shall give away the other lamb shank, they are too big to fit into my largest saucepan anyway.

Had a wee-wee.

Put the TV on while it cooked, then had a go on Facebook again.

Did a Spot-the-differences competition.

The usual farce when trying to watch the TV. My ‘Nodoffabilities’ seem to be increasing.

To the Porcelain Throne, I must ask someone to help with sorting out the flipping Throne’s seat, it’s getting dangerously loose now.

Reflux Roger kicked off, possible his protest at the distinctly dodgy lamb shank from Iceland?

Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 2nd July 2017

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Sunday 2nd June 2017

Mongolian: 2017 оны 6-р сарын 2-ны ням гарагт

0315hrs: Stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner, annoyed again at not remembering any of the dreams I just know I’d been having. Again, Tsk!

Diahorrea Derek gave me the wink that I needed to attend the Porcelain Throne. Getting disentangled from the recliner reminded me of yesterday when I did so and trod on the remote control for the DVD… I must try it out later to see if it still works, and off I stumbled to the wet room. Felt a bit queasy, if that’s the right work. Made a note to have one of the Strong Morrison’s diarrhorea capsules later.

Put the kettle on to make a brew, and did the Health Checks.

The weight keeps going up, and I got a decent hobble in yesterday?

Made a nice strong mug of tea, passed a silent escapage of wind and returned to the Porcelain Throne in haste. More splattering and squirting that needed cleaning up. Huh! Seems that the ‘Trots’ are back again.

With innards now rumbling and attention being given to me by Reflux Roger, I cleaned things up and returned to the kitchen.

It seemed a bit light for this time in the morning outside. I nipped out onto the balcony to take this photograph. And, I nearly got blown over the railings. The wind was blowing a bit strong. Hehe!

The tea had gone cold, so I made another one and took the mornings medications along with an additional Anit-Trots capsule.

Decided to sort the pots of doses out ready for the week coming.

As I dropped one of the tablets, one of those little Beta-blockers it fell twist the cooker and the cabinet. Getting the thin brush I poked down between and swept it out, guess what came with it? The pea that I had dropped when podding some, days ago and could not find. Hehehe!

Got the pots sorted out and had a wee-wee.

Washed the hands, wiped the contact surfaces with the antiseptic wipes and pondered on what I might have later for the meal. First thoughts were a beef pasty, garden peas and potatoes?

I put some small potatoes in the Crock-Pot and seasoned them with the vegetable stock cubes.

Podded the garden peas and got them into a saucepan and added some demerara sugar so they could both soak in their respective pots to be cooked further in the day.

Shaking Steven was no bother, so I only dropped a few of the peas, and found each one and retrieved them and consigned them to the bin each time.

Had a wee-wee.

Downloaded yesterday’s photographicalisations and resized them and put them in the WordPress gallery ready to use.

Set about updating and posting the Saturday Diary, took me hours to do for some reason?

Had a wee-wee and went into the kitchen to make a brew.

Took these photographic images from out of the window.

Not that I can really blame them, mind. Parking is a nightmare here, with all the works taking place and the garages being pulled down. The chap who moved the cones on the right has a Disabled ticket showing on the windscreen. If all the handicapped spaces are taken, what else can they do? I see another white car has had now parked on the double yellow lines behind the red one. Mayhem! It’s time like these, I don’t mind having had to give up my Driving Licence.

To the Porcelain Throne once more – the seat is coming loose now! Tsk!

Made a mug of tea, and finalised and posted the Saturday one off.

Had a wee-wee.

Emails were done, and answered, WordPress reading done.

Now, I realise I’ve been up for over eight hours now, and feeling a bit drained.

Did the second Health Checks:

Onto Facebooking at last. Caught up.

Pattie of the TFZ fame posted a lovely photograph. I amended it a bit and sent it to her site.

Tried to make it a bit clearer and less dark than her original for her.

Did a bit of work, trying to find a solution for Brother-in-law Pete with his video programme?

Then I amended Dizz’s photo of her new family transport vehicle.

Then back onto CorelDraw to start another TFZ effort or two from scratch.

Dizzy Dennis prevented me pursuing this aim.

Got the meal sorted out.

I enjoyed this one, well pleased with how it came out. A minced beef pocket, BBQ chicken leg, fresh garden peas, beetroots, a few potatoes and some ready made sliced and lightly battered potatoes done in the oven. A 9.35/10!

Settled to watch some heartbeat DVD episodes.

I’ve got all of those I foolishly bought in one go to get through yet. Hope I live long enough to view them. Hehe! Managed to see a few chapters, then had to turn over to the TV so I could watch the  Confederations Cup Final twixt Chile and Germany. I enjoyed it, a competitive match all the way through. The best team did not win, but I wanted Germany to win so no complaints from me.

Nodded off when it finished and thought I had many dreams. The only bit I could recall was one where I was in an underground tunnel escaping from somewhere… the others in there with me and I were all wearing summer shirts or dresses… Someone kept shouting ‘Sangria!’? We could not decide where to start digging up from, and we each had a seaside bucket and spade in hand? That’s all I can remember.

Woke up and had a wee-wee.

Put the TV on and nodded off again before I could make out what was on the screen.

Woke up hours later, around 0350hrs… Had a wee-wee.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 1st July 2017

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Saturday 1st July 2017

Dutch: Zaterdag 1 Juli 2017

0345hrs: Once again the memories of the dreams I knew I’d been having dissipated within seconds. Got out of the recliner and had a wee-wee. The bruise that I acquired last night on my foot was no bother. Must try the trodden on last night DVD remote control later to see if it still works.

Took the morning medications.

Started to finish off yesterday’s diary on the computer, and had to return to the wetroom for a heavy duty session. An instant, immediate evacuation that felt all wrong somehow? Needed a lot of tissue and a cleaning up afterwards? Oh dear!

Back on the computer and completed the Friday diary. Got it posted.

Made a brew and did the Health Checks.

Back to the Porcelain Throne… talk about pebble dashing! Most uncomfortable sensation. I think that Diarrhoea Derek has returned.

Took a lot more clearing and cleaning up again. My rear-end department was now so sore. I applied some antiseptic cream! Tsk!

No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold at all.

Made another cuppa and took two Senna tablets. By mistake for the Morrison Diahorrea Capsule! FOOL!

I pressed the wrist alarm to check the battery with the Control Room and mentioned the flashing yellow/orange light on the box. She said not to worry, she’ll leave a message for the warden. Thanked her and apologised for bothering her.

0500hrs: Got this diary started off.

Checked the Emails and WordPress responses.

Found this in an Email from the Nottingham City Council. Depicting the ‘Tricycle Joust’ from last year in the Nottingham Castle grounds.

I’d love to have a go at this, but Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna might not permit me to? Hehe!

Had a go at starting another graphic off for the TFZer site. TFZer Nancy in her new shop, with TFZer Thomas playing with his train engine? Hehehe!

Did some Facebooking.

I made the decision to go to town today, and get some interesting (I hope) photographs to share on here.

Had a wee-wee. Did the ablutions and readied me to go catch the bus. Took the bin bags to the rubbish chute on the way out to the lift.

Outside the flat foyer entrance door, the builders who re-updating the complex had erected these steel poles come bars in front of my beloved Woodthorpe Court block.

I wondered what they were for?

Had to do a bit of manoeuvring to get around them and to the bus stop at the top end of the road, next to the Winchester Flats. They had moved the letter box as well, closer to 6Sat03the Winchester Court of course. Hehe!

A woman and husband from my Woodthorpe flats passed me as I walked along. My cheery ‘Good Morning’ going unresponded to. They got seated on the bench they have kindly supplied for us near the bus stop.

Across the road was the new temporary staff 6Sat066Sat05offices being erected for the duration of the ‘Build’ and modernisation of the place. 2½ to 3 years, is the forecast.

Took a photograph looking back towards the Woodthorpe Court. The new temporary staff offices being built for the two and a half year period of the updating of the compound.

Then I had a stroll behind the Winchester Court onto the Woodthorpe Park. And I 6Sat04photoed the workers building section off area on the previously grass lawned patch.

Off course being a Saturday, there were no workmen about.

No vandalisation had taken place as far as I could see. Although a bit of Nottingham Street Art was spotted nearby near the garages awaiting demolition.

Back to the bus stop and few more tenants had arrived at it, but they were all from the other flats, not mine. Not vert talkative either, only amongst themselves.

Got on the City bound L9 and was soon in the City Centre.

Walked up to the Aldi Store on Upper Parliament Street, where I spent too much and got stuff I did not need, again! They were having a Taste of America event.

Thought I’d take this photo of some and put it on the TFZer site, see if they are interested or actually eat any of this stuff on show, or are they copies, not genuine?

Out of the shop and hobbled into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) and to the Tesco Store. As I walked the length of the ground floor, carefully, as there were many folk milling about today, I thought I could hear an elephant wailing at first.

Nearing the Tesco shop, I gleaned what the racket was. Artists were singing on a stage and being filmed doing it. The acoustics in the place did them no favours – of course, my hearing ain’t right – but it sounded terrible to me. Overly loud, distorted and cringe-making.

Just got some fresh garden peas from Tesco, I’d spend too much as it is in the Aldi shop. Batteries, nibbles, pate, pasty, Frikadellens, potato slices, thrice-cooked chips (Had these later for my meal), etc.

Left and recorded this set of closed down shops on Glasshouse Street. Sad!

Hobbled around the City Centre snapping away, Clinton Street first.

You’ll notice I’d managed to move the selector wheel on the camera? So many photographs came out horrible and just not right the colour at all. Humph! Disappointing!

Long Row next.

Still packed with folks, I knew why then. I could see the distant market stalls in Slab Square.

This bloke was doing football tricks, and he had all the females donating into his bucket. Jealous? Me? Hehe!

I had a hobble around the market stalls. (See the wrong setting still on the camera, Tsk!) It was too dangerous for me to stay there long. Kids were running about, cyclists, women with pushchairs, Mobility scooters, etc.

I did manage to6Sat15 take a photo of one stall that

was selling what looked like Bill & Ben wooden models for the garden. They started at £23.99 for the tiny ones, up to £69.99 for these larger ones.

I decided it would be better for me to do a hobble of the peripheral area then, best not to risk injury. As the crowds were milling and rushing about, many with phones on their earholes, too dangerous

for me anyway.

The gigantic new Burger King on the corner of South Parade and Exchange Walk only had three customers at the tables inside, and they have another floor with another dining area upstairs apparently.

How do they make it pay?

Back on Long Row near the Primark Store, this entryway leads to the book shop and a bookie.

I imagine that Americans would find this so cute. But again, how do they make it pay?

All the time I was in the area, I saw nobody actually go into or come out of the alleyway?

Maybe there might be another way in or out?

The only photograph I was pleased with was this one of a Fothergill Watson designed building behind the Council House.

Beautiful!

This hairdressing shop only opened a few months ago. The girls who started it made such a good effort to make it look nice as well.So sad that they failed, like so many others in Nottingham.

So sorry that they failed, like so many others in Nottingham.

As I made my way back to the bus stop on Queen Street, the police were removing four people from the Primark Store. With all the bags with them, I assumed this would have been Nottingham shoplifters again.

Caught the bus back to the flats.

On the way, I took this photograph through the buses window. Not a good one, all reflection. But I can’t remember why I made it?

Sad innit?

The extra walk now they moved the bus stop to the other block of flats, meant I was lucky in getting in the apartment and to the Porcelain Throne in time… Just!

Absolutely drained now.

Got the meal cooking,

Had a wee-wee,

Perused the TV magazine, some films on I fancied watching.

Great meal tonight. Chicken leg, cheese and mini pickle pies, triple cooked chips, pork & mushroom pate and beetroots.

Lemon yoghourt, a luxury lemon yoghourt! Hehe!

Got settled to watch the box and the films. I forgot all about testing the DVD remote that I stood on.

Stayed awake, well, there might have been the odd ten minute here and five minutes there of my nodding off and viewed two of the films. Of course, a few breaks for wee-weeing.

When I could no longer stay awake, I dreamed wildly, but can only recall them being about me being lost?

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today – Friday 30th June 2017

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Friday 30th June 2017

Kazakhstan: Жұма, 30 маусым, 2017

0400: Woke and found loads of scribbled note about dreams on the writing pad. None of the readable. Humph! More like wavy lines mixed in with written morse-code.

Up and off to the ProcelainThrone. Haemorrhoid Harold painful and lots of blood, too much. Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald were all in a good mood. No Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Steven visits yet either.

It was looking a bit gloomy outside as I put the kettle on.

Took the medications and did the Health Checks. Sys 159, Dia 75, Pulse 75, Temperature 35.8, Weight up to 14.9!

Had a wee-wee.

Got the computer going and looked at the weather in the USA.

All sorts of weather warning on the map I looked at.

I’m concerned about the TFzers living over there with the thunderstorms and floods warnings.

When you compare the United States to the little UK area, it surprised me.

Started off this diary up to here. Then finalised yesterdays.

The alarm panel now has a yellow light flashing intermittently?

The headers I installed for WordPress, had disappeared. So I looked into the problem and designed new ones in the hope of correcting the problem.

Onto CorelDraw and tried to make it fit.

One page suggested the size in mm and the other in pixels, heck of a job converting them to inches. Huh! Took me ages, then I’m not sure if I got it right.

Had a wee-wee.

Took a break from computerisationing, and got the cleaning cloths and oven gloves washed out. Then realised, or rather thought to myself, how am I going to get the wet oven thingies dried?

Made a weak attempt with the airer and bowls underneath, to prevent any water dripping onto the electrics at the bottom. Must remember to keep changing the position of the cloths and oven mitt regularly.

Got garden peas de-podded and into the saucepan in water and demerara sugar for later.

Had a wee-wee and moved the oven mitts on the airer. Going to take ages this is, Tsk!

Back on the computer.

Found I had not posted the diary for yesterday, so I did so.

Email answering and comment replying done. One email was from the surgery booking my next appointment for an INR blood test for next Wednesday at 1430hrs – the swines know I like an early time as well! They will not be getting a bag of nibbles next week, the little devils! Humph!

You watch now, I bet the GUM clinic makes that day for the operation… or something will come up and send the plans into mayhem, I know, my high EQ just told me so! Hehe!

Had a wee-wee. Changed the position of the clothes drying on the airer.

Well, would you Adam and Eve it: Proof that my High EQ is still working, so soon after writing about it as well. Got an Email telling me of a Nottingham City Homes Assessment Meeting on… Wednesday 4th July at 1400hrs. I just knew this would happen!

Back onto Corel Draw.  Got this one of TFZer Janet and hubby with their servants. Including some of the TFZ lads and yours truly raking the gravel and cat sitting. Hehe!

Hope they like it. Posted it to albums and the TFZ site.

I took these photo’s from the balcony.

Had a wee-wee.

Did a bit of Facebooking, then back onto CorelDraw to start another graphicalisation. Got it finished. Jill from Australia with Russell Grant in her kitchen. Good grub about?

Had a wee-wee.

Turned everything off when Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Steven visited me.

Got the meal sorted.

Beef pie with extra gravy made, mashed potatoes with cheese and onion, garden peas, wholemeal bread and a lemon yoghourt.

Washed the things and rested, in fact, I felt drained.

Did nothing but try to watch TV, fall asleep, wake up for a wee-wee, try to watch TV, fall asleep, wake up for a wee-wee, try to watch TV…

Drifted off., woke up with the TV still on and remote control laying on my ample stomach, and thought I could smell something burning

Around 2350hrs, I woke up with the TV still on and remote control laying on my ample stomach, and thought I could smell something burning. Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner trod on something as I limped around looking for any signs of fire burning or food left cooking. Nothing found and the smell seemed to dissipate as I searched. Reasonably satisfied that there was no conflagrations or indications of any danger, I had a wee-wee and returned to the recliner. Whoopsiedangleplop! The item I’d trodden on was the DVD remote control, and it had split the plastic, and I had a bruise on my foot as well.

Did the well-belated last of the day’s health checks and the evening medications were taken.

Cleared the Accifauxpa area and mounted the recliner… woke up hours later with it still not reclined. I must have nodded off straight away?