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Inchcock Today Mon 18 July 16: Lively day… speaking figuratively

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Monday 18th July 2016

0240hrs: Woke up in the unmoving second-hand £300 recliner chair in a right state.

All the hassle to come and to get through over the next few days were running through my fevered brain. Today, to hopefully sort the French-owned British Gas overcharge, which will mean hoping to get to see Deana to arrange once again for me. Then get back for the delivery at the flat. Then get  the things packed and catch the buses to Sister Jane and Pete’s to lug to give them their pressies and see the pussies. Looks like being a tiring day.

Tuesday, launderette with BJ, GUM Clinic, INR blood test. Wednesday, find out what is wrong with the blood from the Cardiac Dep’t… And along with this sudden mental upheaval, the ailments were having a grand bout of fun with me this morning. Duo Denal: Worse for ages, Anne Gyna still hassling and the back pains had returned with a vengeance.

I actually nodded off again and reawoke at 0525hrs. Still confused in the brain a bit. Wondered if I’d been having a dream that had affected me? But no recall of anything.

Doubtful of my sanity and bewildered, I climbed out of the refusing to work £300 recliner chair and had a WWHD and WHWW session. Bleeding from the rear, Little Inchy tender and the Throne had to be flushed three times to make it disappear. Noticed all the rubbish in the hallway awaiting my attention – that’s something I might struggle with today I thought, paying attention and concentrating?

10bHad a bit of a dizzy as I went into the kitchen. Made mug of tea and took the medications. I did the Daily tests while I thought of them. Yesterday the BP was not looking right, Sys 128 Dia 61? Crossed my fingers (Figuratively speaking, Arthur Itis would not allow to cross them, even if I wanted to – Hehe) for today’s efforts. All looked better today, well, not the weight perhaps: Sys 151 Dia 67 Pulse 82 Temp 34.9 and weight 14s 4lbs still, so no decrease, but no increase – in fact, it was the same as yesterday… I do waffle on!

The stomach churning joined in with the other ailments as I got the laptop on to update this and finish off the Sunday diary.

Popped back out, for a WRWW and forgot I’d left the scales out – stubbed me toe on them again!

Got problems with CorelDrawx8 again, not working at all now! Used CorelDrawx7.

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Olive, radiant this evening

Got the paperwork regarding the French Owned British Gas overcharge for the unknown account in my name ready to give to Deana at the Tenant’s Social Hut, and called in to see Olive see how she was.

In fine form, she was, radiant! We had a gossip and she told me about her weekend with some of her clan. She enjoyed it so much but was not sorry she was back to normal now. I’m glad she is too! Told her I’d call back later and she offered to massage some pain gel in for me, she is nice!

Hobbled to the hut, and only Julie was in, she said to leave the paperwork and she’d give it to Deana for me. Thanked her.

I set off to the bus stop, had another chinwag at the stop, and caught the bus into town. Very warm this morning.

GCJDropped off on the busy Upper Parliament Street, and walked a few yards to Sister Jane’s bus stop and got one straight away!

A lot of nearly dressed young females about…

Caught the number 8 bus, and I arrived in West Bridgford and called Jane after I got off the bus to tell her of my progress.

A nice steady walk to their Mansion. Jane was outside when I arrived with next doors cat being fussed.

10kA gossip and they gave me a cuppa. I made up the footstool with a haven-hole for the pussies in it, along with the cat laser pointer and pet nibble treats.

It tickled Pete anyway, he was fascinated with it… unfortunately, all the cats had absconded?

10k2Janet posed for a photograph and told me off for eating the wrong foods.

She was looking good this afternoon.

Their garden flower looked wonderful, but somehow the photograph I took seems to have disappeared from the SD card in my camera? Of course, I might have got it wrong while taking it?

I didn’t stay too long because I wanted to get time to visit Olive and get things ready for the early morning tasks, thus get to sleep early. (I can hope? Hehe!)

10e2Caught the bus into town, and noticed there were. even more, young almost dressed ladies floating about. The Slab Square was being got ready for the yearly Nottingham Beach amusement show. Plenty of sand piled up ready for spreading.

I decided against taking any photographs of the young ladies.

A trip to the bank for some cash, a walk around the Council House and up Queen Street to the L9 bus-stop.

Bill, who I sit with at the Tenants Social Hour, got on the bus en route and another chinwag was enjoyed.

I called at the Community Hut, but Deana was busy, and Julie had not had time to tell her about the French-owned British Gas charging me yet again for an account they said had been closed! I moved the paperwork from the office to Deana’s desk. She was busy with someone, so I nipped off. I think she said she’d look at it on Wednesday, call then.

To the flat, WRWW and kettle on, then the laptop on to update this.

Called to see Olive. We had a cuddle and chinwag, then the gal massaged in the pain gel for me.

So tired when I got back to the flat.

P1110359Made a tasty too large salad.

Chicken thighs, yellow peppers, egg, tomatoes, red and roast onions, pickled cucumber, pate with caramelised onions. And two rice cakes instead of bread.

Tasty, bet this still ensures the scales will record a slightly higher result in the morning?

Sleep disturbed the TV watching with regularity… 

Inchcock Today Sat 9 July 16: Fantastic, got to visit Olive today!

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Saturday 9th July 2016

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Stirred into life and did my best to recall some of the dreams I’d suffered during the night. Definitely, I was being chased again, but not by the vague riffraff I usually am, this time, it was Royalty doing the pursuing, no less! HRM and Prince Charles led the mob, with of all people, Princess Margaret with a  fag on in the mob behind! They were throwing things at me that turned into long toothed wasps as the neared me and I soon had more blotches and stings than skin! Uncertain of how or why, but I ended up in a cellar, hung around the neck and I was hanging from a thick rusty iron ring on the wall?

I thought about the needs of the day. The Morrisons order coming twixt 1000 > 1000hrs, with some flowers for Olive in thanks of her massaging me aching areas. Hope they don’t get crushed. And the Mike Steeden book-of-poems is due sometime today according to Amazon.

Then it dawned on me the mess around me. I was again half in, and half out of £300 second-hand recliner, the fodder tray still on the chair next to me (Well cleared of the food I might add), spectacles luckily, unbroken on the recliner between my arm and the side of the chair, the TV remote between my legs, the bottle of Pentax medicine lingering precariously on the arm of the seat… I reckon the dreams might have got to me a bit maybe?

I got out of the now working £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the wetroom for WRWW and WWHD duties – and found I’d left the light and fan heater on all night! The stomach rumbled and grumbled a bit after using the porcelain.

To the kitchen to make a cuppa and take my medications and found a full pot of evening pills near the kettle. Had I or had I not taken last nights doses? I had no idea. But, with the arm, right wrist and shoulder, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Rea Flux all giving me a good start to the day, I wasn’t complaining. I felt a different person this morning, more alive and active – then carried on with the day fully expecting some Whoopsiegangleplop, hiatus, disaster or calamity to present itself later. It always does when I feel like this, I could be ten years younger with how I feel at this moment? The mind seemed inaniloquent with the thoughts that were racing through it. I had ideas and images that I know nothing about or understand wandering about in my head?

Got the laptop on and diary work done, started this one and then did some Facebooking. Four hours later I’d finished on Facebooking.

During this time, I had to wee-wee about eight times… oh dear!

The rain started pouring and has not stopped since.

10gThe Morrisons delivery arrived.

Olive’s flowers looked alright.

Put the food stuff way.

Stored the Roses in the box they came in, in the dark hallway to take to Olive later.

Made a cuppa and got on again with WordPress reading.

Hello, the lights just flickered a bit then… Back to the WordPress reading and commenting… More flickering from the lights!

Got a lot of graphic work done over the next few hours, then did some more Facebooking.

Tittivated me up and nipped to see Olive in her flat, took her Rose Bouquet with me. She was feeling a lot better today I’m glad to say. Made me a cup of tea and we had a lovely chat for a couple of hours.

A kiss and cuddle goodbye, and I sadly returned to flat 72.

P1110304Got the days fodder going, but I was not overly keen on the resulting plateful.

Looked okay, but didn’t go down too well, perhaps it was the stomach that started rumbling and grumbling just before I began to dig into it?

The expected burnout and fatigue dawned, and I was no use for much then. I just sat there in the £300, sometimes works, second-hand recliner and daydreamed for a while, about Olive mostly.

When the urge for the throne appeared rather suddenly, I was lucky to make it in time, as the shuddering £300, works sometimes, second-hand recliner wasn’t too interested in letting me get out of it! I don’t think it will last much longer… mind you, I might not as well and also! Hehehe!

TV on, as there were several programmes of interest on tonight that I wanted to fall asleep watching.

Inchcock Today Fri 8th July 2016: Big arson fire in Nottingham, forgot to collect the prescriptions, little walk about and Olive did me a massage… Wonderful!

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Friday 8th July 2016 – Vendredi 8 Juillet 2016

10d0600hrs: Jumped awake and in a right state physically and mentally. No idea when I’d nodded off last night, but for once I’d turned off the TV. Around me as clung precariously off the £300 second-hand recliner that refused to budge to let me out, but I got there. Hehe!

No eating or drinking today, before the CDH tests.

Update the diary.

Did the ablutions and took the medications with tap water. Getting ready and all set when I spotted a fire about two miles away down in the Basford area.

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Found out later, that apparently, 16 and 17-year-old yobboes have been arrested for arson and endangering lives. I wonder if they will get a fine to be paid out of their dole money at 50p a week?

The rain was falling, so I put the bag in another bag and placed them in another bag. Made sure I’d got the nurses nibbles and umbrella with me.

10eAs I departed, the rain stopped.

Soon arrived at the surgery for the 0830hrs appointment, another bloke as there waiting for his CDH checks as well, as it was not yet 0830hrs, we had to wait outside for ten minutes.

We were admitted, and the nurse called me in for the tests. During which, I was informed not to take so much sugar, I’m far too heavy, the pasty look on my face is probably due to me taking too much sugar in my foods, I must take urine sample with me again on Tuesday’s INR blood test arrangement and I can only expect the right arm hand and shoulder to get worse and she will make an appointment to have them looked at later. I thanked her, gave her the nibbles and departed!

Walked to the launderette and gave Mandy a laugh telling her about it, and gave her her nibbles.

Then on to the Lidl store. Got two cheesy cobs, sweet and sour sauce and some sweeties to top up the nibble store supplies.

Then did a little Whoopsiedangleplop as I tried to get on a bus back to Sherwood, and the driver threw me off for being too early. I did feel a fool! Hehe!

So I walked it back instead, being, as the feet and knees weren’t feeling too bad at all. (They were by the time I got back. Huh!)

The walk went okay until I got into Sherwood, then the plates started giving some gip. I got into Woodthorpe Grange Park, not many dog walkers around, or even Pavement Cyclists either.

P1110295The rain held off, and I took a photographicalisation of under the chestnut trees near to the pitch and putt course.

I thought it came out alright?

I might try to add a figure of yours truly and a TFZ gal to it later for a bit of fun if yer know worra mean like.

P1110297The legs and feet were well aching by the time I got down the gravel hill path and back to the flat. Wee-weeing being the most necessary activity when I got in.

The fire was still going!

I made my first cuppa of the day (No nibbling, honestly!) Then sent a copy of the fire I took to the Nottingham Post for them to use if they wanted to.

Laptop on and updated this twaddle.

Must try to get some Facebooking caught up with, and then get to see how Olive is getting on.

Realised another Whoopsiedangleplop had taken place – I forgot about collecting the prescriptions from the chemist earlier! And there I was next door at the launderette! Sad innit?

Got some Facebooking done.

Then got another demand in the post from British Gas fro the electricity bill I got on June 4th – which Deana had phoned about and after a long time talking, told me not to pay it and we got advice that the account was closed on 8th June.

P1110298Popped in to see the excellent Olive she was watching Wimbledon on her good sized TV. I bet she can read the subtitles on this one. Hehe!

She looked at the letter, then sorted my pains by rubbing in the pain gel to areas I could not reach myself, for me.

Bless her cotton socks.

I departed and went to the Community Hut seeking help. Julie P1110300was in not Deana. She called up British Gas and spent ages getting nowhere with then. They asked for the meter number, so I was sent back to the flat with a key opener to get in the box outside the apartment to find it.

I took a photo of the number on the meter. Returned to the Community Hut with it, and Julie again phoned them. This time, they told us that there were two meters in the box – which there wasn’t! Also, that one meter is on economy 10 and the other one on the standard rate?

I asked if they were lying last month or now? They had told us not to pay the bill then???

P1110109Then they rang off while Julie was waiting again listening to the music!

Julie shot off home, telling me she would ring them again on Monday – oh dear!

Back to the flat again, had some more wee-wee efforts. Updated diary once again to here, and got the fodder on the go. Roast peppers, parsnips and carrots, chicken thighs, tomatoes, beetroot, potato hashes and the cheesy cobs.

P1110301A quick bit of Facebooking while it all cooked, well, the hashes and vegetables anyway.

Not bad at all, 8.9/10.

The nodding off soon started after I’d settled to watch a James Bond DVD movie.

Eventually, after perhaps dozens of nod-offs and rewinds, I gave up and put the TV on. The same thing happened again, and I gave up again and got the book out to read… nodded off at last!

Inchcock Today Thu 30 June 16: Winwood Community shed Tenants Social Hour Today

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30 June 1950 – Inchcock

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Inspired by last night’s dream… or nightmare?

Thursday 30th June 2016

I stirred around 0300hrs, presumably due to a dream I was having, as I jumped awake with memories of it musing around my brain. T’was about my younger years, the house seemed very lifelike and details I recalled about the kitchen were amazing – unless I’d crated them in my dream? The gas stove with the Iron irons heating up on the rings were level with my head. I struggled to get them down to use to iron Dad’s uniform on the table, cleared of what bit of food and utensils there were on it, and a blanket put on top to iron over.

I had to stand on one of Dad’s cobbling tool boxes to reach the irons. Every time I tried, the red hot irons would go cold the instant I touched them? I went into the front room and got a dustpan of burning coal from the fire and put in in the sink? Put the irons on top of it and thought I’d done well, but the irons melted and ran down the plug hole? Dad came in and took off and utilised his belt on me, using the buckle end on me… this started all over again and nothing changed?

The reason I can remember so much detail, is cause I got up at that ridiculous hour and wrote it all down, then went back to kip hoping the dream would not reappear. It didn’t.

I woke again around 0430hrs, and was soon on the porcelain throne, no bleeding at all anywhere, that was good!

Made a brew and got the laptop on and wrote about the odd dream, and was inspired to make the graphic above.

Thought of the thinks needing to be done today, glad that no medical appointments were due. I’ve to sort the rubbish bins out. I’ll go to see the gorgeous Olive to have a massage with the pain-gel. Get the thing ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour and attend it. Hopefully if I get any photographs I’ll go to Asda (Walmart) in Arnold and get the photographs printed off. Must remember not to get any of those lamb shanks again after the disappointment of last lot.

Had a quick bash on Facebook.

Called in on the way out to see Olive, who considerately massaged some pain-gel into my shoulders.

Off to the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Hut. Very few folks there today, but all seemed to enjoy it all the same.

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To the flat and got things for the trip to Arnold. Wee-wee’d.

Down to the lobby and chin-wagged with some residents also waiting for the bus. I was soon in Arnold and  getting the few photographs printed.

Got some stuff from Asda (Walmart), TV paper, prepared swede and carrots, Marmite crisps and some Orange chocolate digestive biscuits.

Walked over to the Futon Store and had a wander around. They had a lot of the Lamb Shanks in the fridge, no wonder if others had bought some like the last lot I bought. I bought more stuff there, some Bisto Vegetable granules at what I thought was an amazing price at 39p a pot… found out later they were well out of date. Tsk! And, some more biscuits.

P1110239Got to the bus stop, passing the famous disappearing decaying bench, now less one more slat.

Hehe!

The rain started as I travelled back to the flats, but not heavily.

Had a dizzy as I sat there and although I was wedged in the seat with a bag at my feet and one on my knees, I thought I was going to fall out of the seat? Then fought off the urge to fall asleep, managed it though and did not miss the bis-stop for Woodthorpe Court flats.

Walked through the rain and back to the flat. Got in, letter delivered with the INR blood test results from the QMC Anticoagulant Therapy department. Good news, it was almost spot-on target. Next date given for me to make an appointment with the surgery.

AndyEmailed a request to the doctor.

I added this graphicalisation wot I dun of the two Doctors.

Just for a bit of fun like.

Dr Mona Vindler

MBBS, MRCGP, DRCOG, DOccMed London 1988

Dr Andrew Flewitt MBBS BSc (First Hons), DRCOG, DOccMed London 1983.

A pair of good doctors. Mona Vindla is my caring, straight forward and humorous friendly General Practitioner doctor.

They are located at Sherringham Park Surgery on Mansfield Road in Carrington.

I got the nosh on and had a call from gawd knows who. Asian sounding woman who I just could not understand a word she was saying. I apologised and explained in the hope that she would understand me and rang off. An hour or so later, she rang again, same procedure.

P1110240 Got the nosh cooked and I’m glad to say it was much better than Wednesdays disaster. (Lamb shank)

Beetroot, BBQ pork sausage, those Rooster chips that Martin Shuttlecock recommended (Very nice too), and potato cakes. Plain yoghourt with added honey.

Had an apple, banana and some biscuits later. Feeling rough like I did, I was surprised I ate so much. Rated this a 9.4/10.

Washed the pots and settled to watch some Law & Order UK episodes on the DVD. It was a losing battle, nodding off all the time, so I put on the Poland vs Portugal match, but still kept drifting off to the land of nod, until I gave up.

Kept waking up throughout the night?

Inchcock Today Sun 26 June: Messy day overall – Tsk!

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Sunday 26th June 2016

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0505hrs: Woke with bits of the dreams was floating around in my head, nothing concrete, though, apart from old money being involved. I hate that!

For a change, the £300 second-hand shuddering recliner was in the up position, and it let me out (Shudderingly) the first time. To the porcelain throne and no bleeding from anywhere (Yet). Got the ablutions done, and managed to cut myself shaving twice, but not badly at all.

Took the medications and gelled the arm and shoulder, it is far easier today, after Olive had massaged me with the pain gel and comforted it yesterday. Must thank her again.

P1110214Got the laundry and things assembled in the bag, and went down to the laundry room.

0600hrs: Some selfish wine had used both of the dryers! The young git from number 70 again, possibly, or the snotty bloke from the 14th floor? I’ve seen both of them do this before, but they carry on regardless.

P1110215The time left on the dryer was 40 minutes, the washer I’d put on quick mode will take 30 minutes.

The rain was falling as I glanced out from the foyer doors.

No signs of any animal life either.

A broken clear plastic umbrella lay sadly blown inside out on the floor near the intercom on the wall at the entrance.

P1110216I got the washer going and returned to the apartment, not in a good mood.

I updated this and put the CCTV channel on to watch, in case I could see which egocentric, hoggish, self-indulgent varmint it was that had used both machines.

Not that it bothered me! 

So, 40 minutes after returning to flat, I went back down to see if the altruistic tenant had returned to take their washing out – if not, I’ll take it out! Dang dang dang dang!

Back in a bit… They had emptied the dryers, I must have missed them on the screen. So I got my stuff from the washer to the drying machine and back up again, made a cuppa and updated this again.

The right-hand wrist and lower arm started giving me some gip, but the should that Olive massaged for me was okay.

I tried the advice given me from Grammarly and removed the programme then downloaded one from the link, but it was for word, which I already had working okay? It is the Facebook, WordPress not working? Reset the computer in hopes something might work afterwards… The damned thing wouldn’t allow a restart! Force closed it and waited 20 minutes, tried again, and it slowly started, but no Grammarly on?

I sent an email informing the Grammarly Helpdesk of it still not working.

Turned it (the laptop) off, and started it yet again. After half an hour or so, suddenly Grammarly started working again, which is confusing as I had to delete it as instructed by Grammarly? Puzzled but glad it is working and hope it continues to next time I turn off and open the laptop!

P1110218Did some graphicalisationing, before Olive brought her grandson around and he set to putting up the pole in the wetroom, then started erecting the thin storage cabinets for me. Damned decent of him.

Roger soon had the pole up.

Looking like it will come in very handy indeed. He warned me not to put anything heavy in the top tray.and then set about making the first of the storage cabinets

He warned me not to put anything heavy in the top tray.and then set about making the first of the storage cabinets

P1110217He then set about making the first of the storage cabinets, got it finished and put it in place for me next to the porcelain throne.

Thr draws and cubby-holes are just right for the toothpaste brushes and razors I think?

I asked him about what to use to paint the bare patch in the corner, and bare wood panels along the back of the wall. Roger recommended just undercoat and then gloss white paint on top.

Bet he was getting hungry now, he nipped off to have a break with Olive. I will insist he takes some payment after he gets back and does the second cabinet for me.

I think I might have misheard him yer know. 1709hrs and he’s not called back. Perhaps he meant he’d see me later in the week?

Did some graphicalisationing for the TFZ gals.

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Got this one done and posted, and made a start on a few others, but felt a bit drained by then.

P1110219Into the shower and abluted, night attire on, made a cuppa and got the Crock-Pot vegetable stew served up, nice!

I’m taking to these vegetable casseroles, or whatever you call them.

Getting dark now… it’s the lack of light yer know wot does it!

Inchcock Today Mon 20 June 2016

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Kip

Monday 20th June 2016

Woke at 0455hrs, as I was (I think) having a dream: I was sat on an L9 bus, talking to one of the passengers on the other side of the bus. When I thought the lady fell asleep – I was glad at the time that it wasn’t only me who did this. The bus driver was laughing heinously, he turned to look at the passengers, and it was David Cameron in a gas mask? He told us that we all deserve to lose our bus passes, for voting for Brexit and furthermore the old age pension will have to be reduced by 40%… the gas will now be released, suitably I am using Zyklon B, thus removing 22 more costly old farts from the government costs! A manic, yet posh laugh followed. For some reason it didn’t effect me, I ran to each of the other passengers, they were all gone, all looking peaceful. It was as if Cameron couldn’t see me as I walked up to the front of the bus, and when I tried to tell him that the Brexit voting had not taken place yet, he just ignored me? He started to pour champagne from a bottle, into a large can of the poison gas, still laughing… Strange early morning dream that one!

The £300 second-hand recliner noisily allowed me out of it, and straight to the porcelain. This morning, the wee-weeing was still lengthy, but not as much as yesterday morning was. The heavy duty job went okay, no bleeding again. Two days now without any, looking good?

The joints were allowing me to move about with relative ease too!

Took the medications with a nice strong cup of tea, and into the ‘Wetroom’ to do my ablutions. All went well, no cuts from the new razors.

Did some tidying up (Not a lot mind!).

Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way down to go to town in the rain. In the lobby, I had gossip, with some other tenants. As more of the ladies arrived at the bus-stop, I moved out to make room for them under the shelter, I put me brolly up, and it blew inside out straight away. Tsk!

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Another Whoopsiedangleplop! Huh!

Got into town and called in the Poundland Store and got a brolly, well I got two. Along with some nibbles for the nurses later and a Pork Farms Pork Pie.

Then as I came out, I thought I’d take a photo of the crowds in the rain… Whoopsiedangleplop! No card in the camera! I’d left it in the laptop again! So got the new brolly up and walked to Jessops Camera shop on Clumber Street to buy yet another card! They had some 32GB ones of their own label, they were a bit cheaper, so I got one of those. This meant a trip to the bank as I used up all the cash I had with me to buy it. Thus, I got a bit wet again as I hobbled into the10a City Centre and to the bank. 

Got some cash, and remembered to ask for £20 of it in twenty-pence pieces. (To use in the laundry room you see? I almost surprised myself remembering then, Hehe! )

Then another trek, this time to Victoria Centre, where I took the walk-over entrance on Upper Parliament Street, where I got the camera out to take a photo of the crowds in the rain.

10 Perfect timing too, just second before I took the shot through the glass, the rain torrented down even harder, but only for a few seconds.

I thought it gave a bit of an eerie feeling to the photograph?

It certainly caught out a few folks who got trapped in the sudden downpour! Shame there was no pavement cyclists to get caught in it. Hehe!

10eWalked into the shopping centre (Mall for our American ether-friends), and as I glanced down to the lower level, the most adorable young boy, who was laughing and smiling taking an interest in everything going on around him, espied me, with my camera. As I was about to take a photographicalisation of an electric powered Nissan car on display a few yards away from the lad and his father. The boy smiled even wider, and I offered him a wave, and he gave me one back and pointed at me. This made it all worth the while of me getting soaked in the rain just to see him. What a happy lad he looked.

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They had cleverly cut the car in half to display the features, and it drew a crowd of petrol heads…

Mind you, being electric-powered, perhaps I should call them Power socket heads?

I pressed on towards the Tesco Store to get some bread and whatever else I would no doubt get that I didn’t need.

Dow the escalator without any hiatus, and as I passed by the jewellery store, I took out the camera to take a photograph for the classy TFZer ladies and gents.

10bThese ornaments, are they called? They were all labelled as New.

Some of them were rather pretty I thought.

But where did the idea’s come from? Are they from a children’s TV programme or a new Walt Disney film?

Into the Tesco store and I was immediately disappointed the there would be none of the Fresh Cream Horns jumping into my shopping basket today – they didn’t have any in stock! Huh! Just when I decided to weaken as well – Grumph! Hehe!

I wandered around, got some vegetables for tomorrow’s Crock-pot, and mini peppers. (Going to have Pork Pie today, with mushrooms, peppers and some of the bread-thins with sourdough that I got).

Left and crossed over the road and called in the Pound World shop to try and get some of the Neutradol fabric-freshener but they didn’t have any in stock either. However, I came out with mini-cereal packs, caramelised biscuits and another mini umbrella. Tsk! Still it was for Olive.

10dThe rain had lessened as I made my way to the bus stop on King Street.

Caught the L9 bus and was back at the flats in 35 minutes.

I think the driver must have been due his lunch break?

Up and into the flat, wee-wee’d, put the nosh away, made a cuppa and took the midday medications.

Then got the fish in the oven, forgetting I was going to have the pork pie – Tsk! Mushrooms in the saucepan, onions and beetroot on the plate ready, sourdough bread too, the added the tomatoes and peppers in the oven with the battered fish.

Laptop on to update this while it cooked.

Did some Facebooking.

Settled to watch the England Footy match. We qualified at least, but once again the failure to score goals was worrying.

The mind was racing again, I was still watching TV at 0200hrs. Eventually nodded off, though.

TTFN, all.

Inchcock Today Thur 9 June 2016: A frustrating, hard, long day & now no access to the WC! Huh!

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A Nottingham tenant in a toiletless apartment in an Old Peoples Flats Complex is protesting at the local Ice Cream Van, the noisy jingles, the van obstructing the free bus-pass services access, blocking his wheelchair and above all the children as they noisily queue for their ices. The man Juan Inchcock, told the Marissa Bergen, the Drummers Weekly reporter: “I don’t mind about all this really, it just annoys me that the chap has sold out of all his 99’s to the ankle snapper before I can get out of the flat, a lift down 13 floors, get the lobby doors to open and hobble to the van to knock them out of the way with me walking stick! It’s just not fair!

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Thursday 9th June 2016

Stirred around 0525hrs, the second hand £300 recliner chair operated without any hiatus and let me out of it to pass water and use the throne. Much blood from the rear, a tiny bit from ‘Little Inchy’s lesion.

I’d dreamt something about my being in outer-space in a powered shopping trolley, wearing a leather hat and trying to catch butterflies with two saucepan lids with Acker Bilks ‘In a Persian Market’ playing in the background? I can remember all these facts, but nowt else about it. Tsk!

Took the medications with a cuppa and pot of porridge, then tackled the job of getting all the stand-up bath materials and paraphernalia and got myself cleaned up, the best I could. Made substantial use of the underarm spray and after-shave. Although, once again I managed to spill the bowl of soapy water I’d soaked me feet in while stood at the sink washing.

P1110026I didn’t know if the flooring workers were coming and if so at what time? But knew I had to go out to the INR blood test, clinic and to take sister Jane her pressies. (Having done that now, I can show you picture of them).

Two cushions with photographs I’d took of Mr Fooey on the left, and Tabitha, who passed away a good while ago, as she jumped up on the counter and looks for all intents and purposes as if she was checking out my pension paperwork for me. My two favourites of her cats, but I like them all mind.

I went on Facebook, checked the emails and did some graphic work for ages and ages. I thought the workmen might come the same time as all the others did, o800 to 0830 hrs, but none had shown by 0930 hrs, and I did not know if they would be coming or not. So I got the nibbles and meandered to the Tenants Social Hour at the hut. To my pleasant surprise, I saw BJ arriving and going in as I approached the shed. Julie was in the office and I explained about my concerns about leaving before the maintenance men arrived. Being as I did not know where the men were coming from, she said there is nothing she can do.

So I went back in the meeting and had a chinwag with BJ, Toni, Bill and Eddy for a while.

BJ said he’d lift me to the doctors and suggested I go back to the flat and see if they have arrived yet. So I did, then returned. BJ said to put a note on the door – ‘ Floor men – for access please ring…’ and add Julie and Deana’s phone numbers. I should have thought of that myself really. William kindly got and wrote down the numbers for me. Back to the flat and put the note on the door. BJ lifted me with my two bags to the surgery, dead on time. Thank you BJ.

P1110063The nurse soon saw to me but refused to let me take her photo today because she didn’t like the last one I took.

I took her likeness as she turned away. She had to laugh.

I thanked her, gave her some nibbles and departed out to the bus stop on Mansfield Road.

One arrived and in fifteen minutes I was dropping off in town and walked through Victoria Centre (Mall) and up the new escalator to the first floor.

IT came out between two fast food eat-ins. This car was part of one of them.

05As I walk the length of the centre, I noticed this chap on the ground floor giving a piano some hammer and singing! There was writing on the side of the handsome white pianissimo, inviting anyone to give other shoppers a song? Thought it was a great idea!

Hobbled along and out into the walk-over. Where three young girls were smoking something very odd smelling with guilty looks on their faces, one of them was wafting her hand around as I approached. I noticed through the window, a youth who it appears, had just got down for a kip on the pavement outside the Boots store?

07I took two photographs, one wide and a close-up of the youth and made this up.

Lovely weather today. I went over and down then around and to the West Bridgford bus stop, where a number 7 was just loading up.

Alighted on Central Avenue in West Bridgford and being a tad early for Jane’s, I called in the Iceland store. Got a bag of eight little wholemeal cobs, some chicken thighs and desert treats for Jane and Pete.

Hobbled to the Mansion where Janet and Pete live, it only took about 12 minutes to get there.

They seemed in good spirits. I nipped into their front room and placed the cushions on their settee for them to see later. I should have taken a photo shouldn’t I?

First attention was given to Mr Fooey of course. I gave him some and Arthur some nibbles, and they both loved them.

08I got myself down (nearly) to Fooey as he was relishing his little treat.

My getting back up, was some amusement for Sue and Pete at least. Hehe!

09I had a go at sorting the picture out on Pete’s laptop, and we worked out how to get his homemade videos onto his display programme. I love it when I can help, be of use like.

Then I invited them to go into their front room to see their pressies… Thank heavens they loved them.

We had a visit from the PCO, they are having bother with a horrible neighbour.

I gave them half the cobs and the trifles and departed, unsure if I would be in time to catch the last L9 bus from town, I decided not to rush, and I could grab a number 40 and walk missing having to climb the big hill at least.

P1110076  P1110077At the stop, a female Pavement Cyclist all but hit me she belted by, naughty girl! Then as the bus was arriving, a bloke Pavement Cyclist was on the other sideway! Tsk!

It turned out when I got in town, once again like the other day, for some reason the 39 bus did not leave on time, and again I made it in time due to his leaving late and got the bus back to the flats. Hell of a job staying awake, I think I must have nodded off around four or five times en route, but was awake when we arrived at the flats.

Eagerly and apprehensively I made it to the apartment to see if anyone had been to tend to the shower floor… The door was unlocked, no one about, but I knew someone had been in due to the dust and bits on the hallway carpet. Gingerly I opened the WC doorP1110079… Dang dang dang…

The shower room floor had been laid! I dare not go in because they had warned me ages ago that it will need two/three days to settle before the shower could be used and it was safe to do so. And, I don’t know if it is finished or not yet, there might be a waterproofing layer to go?

I popped down to the Community Hut, and luckily Deana was in.

She had told the workmen to ring her when they had finished, and she could come and secure the flat. They didn’t, so she didn’t. So, we don’t know if they have to come back tomorrow or not? The farce continues!

Deana asked me to send her a copy of the photograph of her I took when she helped me out again with sorting the ‘double’ electricity bills I’d had yesterday, that I’d doctored.

10Back to the flat none the wiser as to if I had to stay in or not again! Humph!

I sent the doctored graphic via email to Deana.

When it came to me updating this Inchcock Today – I found I’d lost all the content! Gnash! No idea how I managed that. So I started from scratch again. Took me flaming hours!

P1110081Decided to treat me, this time, Chicken thigh, chips, garden peas, onions, peppers and beetroot… oh and two little wholemeal cobs.

Very late for me by the time I’d got the updating done it was hours passed my bedtime.

How I was going to manage without using the throne, I didn’t know. But no one knew really, if I could go into, or when I could stop on the shower room floor to get to the loo?

Friday, as long as I don’t go out, I can use the Community Shed toilet. Between 0830 and 1600 hrs at least. But the shed is not open at the weekend as there will be no staff on the complex? What then?

I’ll have to see and bother Deana again in the morning to see if she can find out if I can go into the shower room, without using the shower of course?

Fed-up, tired, feeling a nonentity, learning new sufferings as I am forced to try new ways of holding back the urge to use the porcelain, feel a nuisance to all and sundry and a sense that I’m suffering occulcation.

I’ll see what tomorrow brings – respite and conclusion, and being able to use the throne would help! Hehe!

Inchcock Today Monday 6th June 2016: Pining for a shower now… Humph!

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A mammoth session at the kitchen sink last night.

(I forgot to put it in me diary, Tsk)

By the time, I’d fetched all the things needed and set them around the kitchen sink, got my feet in a bowl of warm medicated water and had a shave – plans had to be delayed due to an urgent call to the throne.

Came back after having left feet marks and drip of water everywhere, did me teggies, had a shave, cleansed the wobbly body, medicated the areas in need, applied the pain gel to me knees feet ankles and wrists and cleared the things away and cleaned the place up.

I reckon it took me well over two hours! Hey-ho!

I had mentioned my problem with sanitating myself to a few neighbours, but no offers were made.

Maintenance man Kevin will be back today, perhaps the electrician too? Or he might come, maybe tomorrow or Wednesday?

Six days up to now, with a hope it might be done by Tuesday night. Later I was informed it would be Friday night, but would have to wait two days for the tiles to bed in and the grouting to dry before using it. Argh!

Monday 6th June 2016

Horrible dreams. Stirred at 0435hrs and climbed out of the none-working £300 shuddering second-hand recliner chair and into what was once the bathroom, to utilise the porcelain throne.  Excellent results, no bleeding from either front or rear end. The only worry this morning is dizzy spells and the right hand, wrist and arm… up to now. Luckily I had the first dizzy while sat down like! Hehe!

Made a cuppa and took the medications then tackled the now daily performance of the ‘Stand-up-wash-at-the-kitchen-sink struggle. Humph!

Carried out the BP tests etc. Sys 153 Dia 68 Pulse 69 Temperature 36.1 All looking okay.

P1110018Observed a group of people outside on the corner plot of land through the kitchen window with their dogs, tails wagging furiously (The dogs).

Scenes like this make my day now I’m here at Woodthorpe Court.

I binocularised them for a while. They all seemed so happy. Hehe!

Got Corel Draw on and worked some more on getting photographs doctored to use in the future and the one at the top of this page.

Maintenance Kevin arrived, made him a cup of tea and biscuits. Had a chinwag.

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Neighbour Frank at the bus-stop, chatting up a fellow tenant girl. He’s married to Jenny as well… Tsk!

Doing the graphicalisationing and it sprang to mind that I had not collected Jane and Pete’s pressies from Asda! Managed to rush about and get down in time for the half-past bus to Arnold. Forgot the hearing aids and went in the wrong glasses mind. Humph!

Got on the bus, moved one stop to the Winchester Courts and the driver told me to get off and run (Well, I say run) to the bus behind. So I did.

I was soon pulling up in Arnold and made my way swiftly (Well, I say swiftly?) to Asda (Walmart) and their photographic counter. I was a bit concerned about catching the L9 bus back to avoid marathon walks and had about 15 minutes to get to the bus stop, and wanted to get some vegetables as well. Naturally there were two people waiting in front of me, but the second lady gave up and left. The other woman took a minute or so, and then I handed in my ticket for the… Whoops! I nearly let out what it was I bought then! Musn’t let Jane know what it is before I hand it to her.

P1110023I hastened limpingly around and got some bits, decided to get the prepared veg today, I got a bag of cut swedes, onions and red onions. I have half a parsnip left in the fridge that’s passable. Also got some more tomatoes a turnip and some Batch Bread.

And… do you know, two of them cheeky little pots of Lemon Drizzle Desserts magicked their way into my shopping basket again!

I just can’t understand it, no way did I intend to get such unhealthy foodstuff… er… 02

P1110022Bit of luck then, as I got to the bus stop it was a minute or so passed the time it was due to leave – but someone poor devil, was having trouble getting off the bus, and a queue was waiting to get on, and this allowed me just enough time to get there and catch it! See, I don’t always have bad luck…

The sun came out brightly as we drove back to the flats.

08I phoned Janet to tell her that her secret gift was now in my possession, and I’d get it to her ASAP. She couldn’t talk because they were having lunch – only at the Hutt Restaurant in Newstead Abbey.

Very posh.

Jealous? Me? Never…

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Only joking honestly! 02

Put the fodder away, and Kevin returned from his lunch.

After a few words, it became obviously apparent that the shower would not be ready until Friday evening at the soonest.

05I went in the other room and cried for a few seconds.

I got the Crock-Pot vegetable stew going. Seasoned it with vegetable stock cubes, vinegar, rosemary and oregano. 

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Jane ‘drinking’ her chocolate birthday pressie last year. Hehe!

Sister Jane called back. I told her about the problems with the shower and what I had to go through each day with the stand-up kitchen sink palavers. She couldn’t offer me the use of her shower, as it was playing up too. I told her that I’d put a bit in this Inchcock Today about her going out for a meal, and she said she hadn’t gone out for a posh meal after all. I must have misunderstood her. I felt a fool!

I asked her if I could leave the piece I did in this post, and she laughed and agreed.

She then pointed out that it is Wednesday and Fridays when she goes out for a posh nosh. Hehehe!

Got on with updating this and touching up some graphics.

Trev departed around 1600hrs, and I started the horrendous procedures of another ‘Kitchen Sink Ablution, self-harming and frustrating effort.’

Found two letters had been posted, both from British Gas with my name but different account numbers? One demanding payment of £250.32 in seven days? I’ll have a word if I can with Deana tomorrow, see if she had offer advice and contact them for me.

Kept stirring the Crock-Pot vegetable stew for hours. Worked on the laptop. 

Soon, the simply seasoned parsnips, swedes, red and white onions, red and yellow peppers and parsnip concoction was ready and served up. Had some batch brown bread with it, and it was one of my best efforts ever with the crock-pot cooking. I added some vinegar to the seasoning and enjoyed it so much.

Electric charges were stopping me getting to sleep. I thought Steve had sorted them all out for me long ago? Thank heavens for Deana, she might be able to help again. I’ll try to get to see her in the morning. I sent her an email telling her about my plight.

Getting to sleep was not easy, Gawd knows when I eventually got off… Tsk!

Inchcock Today Sat 4th June 2016:

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Saturday 4th June 2016

I started yesterday’s diary with, 0430hrs: What a state I woke up with – Oh dear! A sore throat, coughing, sneezing, shivering, Rea Flux Valve was stuck open, headache and I was passing the wind from the rear quarters and reflux valve gratuitously, intermingled with some belching of a rather tenacious nature.

Well, Ditto this morning, I even woke at the same time! Although, the sore throat was not so bad. Took the medications with a nice strong cup of  tea, had a dizzy when making it.

Laptop on and finished Friday’s diary, got it posted and checked the emails. Sent one to the surgery to try and book the next  INR blood test in. The last result arrived yesterday, but I didn’t notice it until this morning sticking out of the letterbox. Down to 2.2, they increased the dosage instructions a bit.

04Anew001Nice one from the beautiful Patti, the artist, from Orlando.

Lovely lady, she offered me support when I went through some medical procedures while she was still suffering after operations herself.

She has bravely gone on to become an artist now, she gets commissions and gets her work into art galleries!

I’m so proud of her.

The tea had gone cold, so I made another mug and did the BP tests. Looks all okay to me.

Another dizzy spell, a bad one this time, when I taking a swig of cough linctus, decided me not to go out today. It might mean me losing my healthy eating habit, but I have plenty of tinned and frozen foods to get me through.

I got Corel Draw up and running, and sorted some photographs out and doctored some for later use. Coreldraw froze and another dizzy. Had to force close the laptop, don’t like doing this, but no choice.

Spent far too long on Facebook and graphicalisationing. Many many hours, Tsk!

A thin layer of dust had settled all over from the drilling and other work in the bathroom. No point in cleaning it up yet, they have more drilling, plumbing and flooring to do yet.

One or two dizzies this afternoon.

05I had the beef pie and two sausages from the freezer, tomatoes, potato chips and vegetable crisps for tonight’s nosh.

Not a lot.

Plenty of cans of soup, meat and vegetables in the cupboard to use during my can’t get out days while the shower is being sorted.

I must get things sorted out in the morning so I can get a really good ablutionisationing at the kitchen sink.

A quick flick through the TV paper and I found some programmes I fancied watching.

It didn’t work out like that, though – more nodding off than watching took place. When I gave up trying to watch the goggle-box, I couldn’t get to sleep! Huh!

TTFN

Inchcock Today Fri 3 June 2016: TFZ Graphicalisations finished at last – but caught a chill. Humph!

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Friday 3rd June 2016

09a0430hrs: What a state I woke up in – Oh dear!

A sore throat, coughing, sneezing, shivering, Rea Flux Valve was stuck open, headache and I was passing the wind from the rear quarters and reflux valve gratuitously, intermingled with some belches of a rather tenacious nature.

Gargled with the TCP, took the usual medications, cough linctus and put some ear drops in, because even wth the hearing aids in, I was almost deaf.

07Took a photo out of the kitchen window down towards the road and car park with the intention of capturing the Fox on film as he trotted along the road.

But by the time I’d got the camera from the other room (Yes, I have two rooms here yer know, and a hallway of sorts too. Hehe!), the animal had long gone.

Felt a bit sorry for me like, but gradually thing improved a bit by the time Maintenance man Kevin arrived. Made him a cuppa.

I spent several hours doing graphics and WordPressing.

DSCN0132Maintenance Kevin showed me his P700 camera and what it can do.

He took some pictures from the kitchen window first. Long range jobs.

Then he showed me how to take photographs in black and white, but leave one colour on them. He kindly let me download some of the photos onto my laptop. This one of me holding a tomato, he set to be mono but pick up any reds. Natty innit?

Natty eh?

Did some Facebooking and finally got the TFZ pictures posted off, I reckon it’s taken me four days work, but I enjoy doing them so much, and as long as the TFZers like em, that’s what matters. Cheers me up no end, yeeha!

P1110008Got the bacon in the oven and tomatoes in the pan for me simple nosh.

Naughty bacon. But as in the old days of when I was alive and a growing ankle-snapper, I’ve decided my Fridays will be my treat day food wise. Like they used to be known and Fish and Chip night. So, I treated myself to bacon and tomatoes with a few slices of batch bread.

Also, as in those days, a strip wash at the kitchen sink was a daily performance I am repeating now while I await the shower room being completed. Will it (The shower) ever get working?

The tummy starting to rumble a bit gain now. Took some Peptac and settled to watch some DVD episodes but gave up after an hour or so of nodding off.

The wind emissions from the rear were not nice.