Inchcock Today: Frid 31 Jan 2020: Ailments easier, luck not so bad… Humph! Just burnt my dinner! Big Mouth me!

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Friday 31st January 2020

Latvian: Piektdien, 2020 Gada 31 Janvārī


01:00hrs: Woke, with memories of a dream I’d had floating about in the grey-cells. But they soon left, and all I knew was, the nocturnal mind-wanderings were of a likeable nature, but not the foggiest of any details, remained. Tsk!

Moments later, summoning from the inwards, advised me to hasten to the Porcelain Throne. So, I did. Which proved to be and up and down visitation. The evacuation went well enough, not too painful or messy, but it took a while and some effort.

WD 0.0.30 W During this, I had a go at the crossword book. And dropped it when the neurotransmitters failed in the finger-ends. I used the picker-upper to retrieve the book. I creased the pages in doing so. When I got it in my hand, a page with some of my scribble on it was on top. I’d written something about my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete; I think I wrote it when I was in the Acorn home, recovering from the stroke, so out of interest, I read it. It related to Pete visiting me there. And suddenly it dawned… I’d missed his birthday! Well, I can expect him to raid the flat again now! Hehe! He might even arm one of his drones and send it over! I must apologise to the lad. Sorry, Pete, me old mate, catch you later, I hope, Sir. I do feel a right schlemiel! I blame my doing that housework yesterday. (Red-face and shame growing!)

I took a rinse and wiped the contact surfaces, and off to the kitchen to make a brew. I took the medications.

Virfail02aWD 0.0.30 W Then got on with updating the Thursday blog.

But it was a nightmare with the amazingly crap service provided by the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, making things take several times longer than it should have. And yet yesterday, it was reasonably decent? In fact, it was to start with for the first fifteen minutes?

Virgin (4b)

WD 0.0.30 W After about half-an-hour at it, the wee-weeing started, and it’s not stopped yet! Each and everyone was of the SSPAOQ (Short-Sharp-Painless-All-Over-Quickly) variety. But most frequent. I reckon that I must have dished the beta-blocker, in error for the Furesomide tablet! Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, for letting me down and failing to remove the Furesomide from the blister-packs in my prescriptions, as Nurse Leoni had asked you to do, and you said you would, but didn’t! She asked you again last week, and another prospectively worthless promise was received that you would on the next allocation. I hope you do get it right this time, bearing in mind you are classed amongst the top three Chemists in Nottingham by the company. It’s only after talking with other old folks in the flats where I live about the problem that many have told me of their complaints about Boots, Llyods, and the Late Night Chemists in Sherwood. You all seem unreliable. So, how come you are in the top three? You used to be so caring, efficient, and reliable, too. Shame, a shame I can’t leave and use another pharmacist. And Boots and Lloyds are about to charge £10 per delivery.

I really went off the plot there, didn’t I? Sorry, but the annoyance of Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, and the suffering that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA have put me through, gets to me sometimes, mainly when they both cause problems for me at the same time!

Now, my Grammarly keeps changing to US English, and I am so pissed-off!

As I gave up on the web and closed everything down, the landline rang out. It was Sister Jane to tell me I had forgotten Pete’s birthday. Oh, dear! ‘Trouble ‘t Mill!” I didn’t mention that I forgot my own last year! After all the help, the lad’s given me over the stroke, too. Oh, ecky thump!

5Fri05I got the ablutions sorted out. The legs looked mighty fine! Dropsies that I can remember; Shaving Razors (4) Shaving cream. Teeth; toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash bottle. Showering: Showerhead, soap (3), sponge, and back-brush. Then another toe-stubbing against seat raiser. The sock-glide battle; that I had been mastering of late. Left me with a piece of the nail removed on the thumb, and a bruise on the knuckles. Also, I clouted my elbow on the sink edge, getting my trousers on! Now that’s more like me!

I felt almost happy about it! Sad, I know, but that happens to be how I think, good luck is unusual but pleasant. However, not as reliable or frequent as a good dose of my injurious calamities and failures are!

5Fri04I tended to the handwashing next. A few bits needed doing, and I made a right mess of the kitchen in doing so. I was a smidge irked by having to clean the flipping floor again after doing it yesterday. A few quiet mutterings of a curseful nature were uttered. But overall, I remained in a decent enough mood with myself and the world.

WD 0.0.30Bacci When I’d got the clothes done, rung and hung, then the beep-beep hook on the coathanger with the jammie-bottoms hanging on it suddenly detached itself! And again water found its way onto the floor I’d just cleaned again! More foul language was silently-voiced, with one word coming out aloud, beginning with F!

I took a snap of 5Fri03the view from the unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking new kitchen windows. It looked like some rain is on the way. Pretty in a way, though. No, that’s not the word to describe it! More like, erm… I don’t know now, the name just departed my brain and off into the ether? Humph!

I got dressed and all ready for a bus ride to Sherwood. After double, treble checking things, especially the potatoes in the new small cooker, lights taps, etc. I departed. I rang Josie’s bell on the way out, but no answer.

5Fri06Down and along the link-passage to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators), Wardens to us, Holding Cell office. A quick nip in and handed the nibbles out. All done in thirty-seconds, and off into the Winwood Court Social Lounge. Only one person in there, a Nottingham City Homes agent. There was a lot of them arrived today. Including the Nottingham City Homes Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/Catwalk Model, Angela Gould.

I got the crosswording tackled for fifteen minutes or so, did well today. Then forced the reluctant Arthur Itis’s knees to let me stand up again, and off to the Winchester Court foyer. Had a natter with Margaret, Mary, and some other tenants, then, out to the bus stop.

Got the L9 down to Mansfield Road, took a photo to the right, then the left.


I limped down to the left, to the Azam store, the one with the lime window shades, to search for some fruit and veg. But, oh, what a selection of old food at top prices they had on offer! I turned around and back up the hill and tried the Co-op shop. They had some 5Fri09Cox’s apples, not cheap, but they looked okay, a bag of small potatoes, a wholemeal bread thins, and some mushrooms.

I paid at the self-serve tills without any problems. Then out and crossed over at the traffic light, to go to Abdul’s shop with the Post 5Fri11Office in it, to get some Puff Pastry fingers.

The shop that was a Bingo and entertainment establishment had been graffitied. But not by good skilfull ones.

5Fri10As I took this photo, a young Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by, and gave the evil eye and said something, but I could not hear what it was he said. Then casually plodded on up the hill, with his hands in his pockets, not on the handlebars.

I5Fri12 got to Abdul’s and got a packet of the fingers and a pack of jam tarts, £1 each. I met Welsh William at the check out ahead of me. He held the door open for me as I followed him out. We had a chat on my way to the bus stop, and he diverted into the bookies. That’s William in the light blue jacket shooting off for a flutter on the gee-gees, I imagine.

5Fri13I carried on to the bus shelter, just as the rain came down heavier. Good timing! Some tenants of the flats, unknown to me by name and I had a chinwag for a while, as the bus came a little late today. But it wasn’t cold with it like it has been these last couple of days. The rain seems to have scattered the local populace.

5Fri14Back at the flats, I was off the bus last as usual, to avoid banging into anyone or getting hit about. One of them waited to hold the door open for me, bless the gentleman! I did my best to catch up with them for a natter, but they were already at the end of the passage near the swipe door, by the time I entered the corridor. William was leading the charge.

5Fri15I got the few things purchased put away and began to formulate what to have for today’s nosh with the new potatoes. Which incidentally were ready to go now, in the crock-pot. So I moved them in with the garden peas in the saucepan.

Then, I got the computer on and downloaded the photos to Coreldraw for resising. Then, with a certain nervousness, I restarted the Libert-Global internet and made a mug of tea, while I waited to restart hopefully.

It was just the same as before, no change. It seems to be cutting out every few minutes, but only for a few seconds, then coming back on? But, it seems, only on WordPress this time? Unless its just the timing?

I went on Facebook to test that out on the TFZers page. Got loads of photos on. But some moving pictures set Saccades-Sandra off, and now the Dizzies are back. So I’ll get the nosh made and settle down to try and rest a while.

Head cleared now, and I nodded-off (beyond my usual head-down time now) for a few minutes, I woke and went to sort the meal out.

5Fri27WD 0.0.30 W Oh, flippin’ ‘eck! The potatoes were slightly burnt! The leeks had disappeared altogether! Thank heavens I warmed the garden peas in another pan! The saucepan had to be put down. I said a few words over it as I washed it and put it in its final resting place, the rubbish bag. A sad event, cause this saucepan had lasted longer than any other in the depths of the Whoopsiedangleplops, and the cursed Accifauxpas mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court kitchen. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! It was a veteran; it lasted the course without any damage for four months! Frogglemoths! I managed to clean the lid and kept it, in memory of the devoted pans loyalty, he’s not had an easy life, something I could empathise with.

5Fri30However, I still ate the potatoes, not the black bits, mind. The feast was enjoyed, with a tinge of sadness for the saucepan. Hehehe! 

Pork & mushroom pate, the lucky-not-go-the-same-way as the potatoes garden peas, an apple, a black tomato, beetroot, and the well-tasty potatoes! Lemon curd yoghourt for afters, with a bottle of fresh orange juice. A flavour-rating of 7/10.

Then, I went to get the pots washed. I returned to the junk room mark 2, got settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, yucky-grungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

I got the TV on and noted that channel 81 on Freeview, a film, Crooks in Cloister was about to start. It rang a distant bell in my mind, so I decided to watch it… I nodded-off into slumberland as it was beginning. Not only that, but I slept for about 5½ hours uninterrupted!

Inchcock – Fri 5th/Sat 6th May 2017: totally in a confused muddle!


Friday 5th May 2017

Hebrew: יום שישי 5 מאי 2017

Didn’t wake until 0500hrs. Due, I suppose to the failure to nod-off util Gawd knows when I seemed to recall having a long wee-wee around 0250hrs.

4Thur10Found some notes scribbled on an old envelope about the dream and memories flooded back for once. Added some more recollections so as to use it later on here.

The £300 second-hand recliner was in the down position? As I removed my body mass to visit the Porcelain Throne from it, I also espied a pot of orange chocolate digestive biscuits with the lid half-open, and a few scattered crumbs in need of vacuuming up in a while.

Things looked and felt decidedly better as I occupied the Throne. Duodenal Donald, Roger Reflux were far less bothersome – and even Haemorrhoid Harold had not been bleeding. The Trots had eased off too. Little Inchy was swollen and sore, but no blood. Anne Gyna gave me the feeling that she was about to pounce. The slight on off pains to the right rib cage are usually such an indication. Tsk!

I pondered on what needed doing today. I must go to the rearranged Tenants Social Hour before ten o’clock taking the nibbles and raffle prizes, then that would, or should, leave me half an hour to get down to the bank to see the manageress for 1030hrs, about the account and direct debit assessment and setting up checks. (No I don’t know what this means either, but that’s what they put on the email). A shame this had to clash yet again with the Social Hour. When they made the appointment for me, I was so pleased with myself for remembering not to agree to a Thursday (The normal Social day) meeting and making it for Friday. Naturally, I Whoopsidedangleplopped… and forgot about the Election Voting using the Social Hut on Thursday and the meeting social rearranged for today, at the time I changed it. Life can be hard for a clot you know! Hehe!

Another bit of the dreams came back to me, and I wrote them down to record later on the toilet roll. Then, wet room tasks achieved, I used the toilet roll – by when naturally I’d forgotten what I wrote.  I need help I think? Haha!

Cleaned things up, got the kettle on and medication pot out ready, sorted the recliner area out, made a nice mug of tea, took the drugs and passed a wind of such violence, I think I shook all over and nearly took off! But no pain with it, a rarity that for me, but almost welcome? Long gone, and sadly missed are those wonderful days when emissions of the wind from the rear end could be controlled. If things continue like this, it should be fun at the bank, cause I’m sure to be there for ages sorting things out?

Well pleased with the weight on the first Health Check, pulse up a bit, but that is because of activities just performed?


Set about starting this diary, before finishing yesterday’s, as I didn’t want to forget any of those wicked dreams I’d had. I formulated the results of the scribbled notes:

I seemed to be living in a boarding house, that was a concoction of all the five I have lived at over the years. Getting locked out. At one point, sharing a multiple bedded room as I did at Mary Gavin’s lodgings in 1963ish… I was being conned out of my possessions and cash by two generously proportioned youths who I did not recognise, ended up getting thrown out when I could not pay the £5.5.0 board money.

Walking the streets… another lodging room, lost my job? On the roof? Train? The same youths were in another house, gun, chequebook?

Chased, dark, fought. Lost hope, fell off chimney stack?

That’s it really, best I could remember.

Finalised the Thursday dairy.

5Fri02aMade another cuppa and took this photograph through the kitchen window.


Did some WordPress reading.

Checked emails.

Did the ablutions, gathered the nibbles and prizes for the Tenants Social Hour and set out to take them to the Social Hut then go on to the bank meeting.

Penny was in the hut, and I gave her the prizes and nibbles.

5Fri05Pressed on, out in the sunshine and down to the bank.

On Winchester Street hill, the sky and greenery looked marvellous to me.

Onto Mansfield Road and called at the Continental Shop and bought some cooked meat and a small loaf of bread.

Then back up the hill, nosied inside the so-called greengrocery shop – the stock looked horribly sad and weather worn, didn’t invest in anything.

Over the road and up to Holland & Barrett to get some St Peter’s Wort and came out with Rhodiola tablets, cause that I thought was the name of some suggested for me to try by mate Lynton. Now, I think I might have got the name wrong. Tsk!

Down the hill again to the bank and joined the queue. My turn came, and I explained to a very patient young man about my appointment, and took a seat and got out the crossword book. Minutes later, the lady came and fetched me into a room for the meeting. Which didn’t go too well, as I had a visit from Dennis Dizzy early on, and the already hard to maintain concentration weakened further. Basically, as they say, it confusion followed by my befuddled attempts to grasp what she was saying about options and telling me what I needed to do next. I ended up opening a saving account with money transferred from the other account. I’m sure, well, at least I thought I’d written down notes to remind of what needed to do when I got home.

An hour and a half after arriving at the bank, I then had to go out to the bank counter and wait to be called by a teller to use the new card which would validate the transfer. A lot of bother for a few quid surely? Sat down and got the crossword book out and was called up a couple of minutes later. The lady (I’ve remembered her name now, Christine) who was with the teller, who oversaw me putting in the card and number. I could hear nothing through the grill think, but the young man had easy to read lips, and I could hear enough of his voice to gather what was going on, which was not much. I was told it had all been authorised and gone through I must go on the internet and put in the details requested. (?) I also have to return with my National Insurance number and the other details to talk to Christine again later. (?).

I departed in a bit of haze and uncertainty.

5Fri09Back up the hill to the bus stop and caught a bus into Nottingham City Centre, dropped off at Victoria Centre (Mall).

I got the camera out quickly to take this photo which had at that time, the bloke with the computer or whatever it is, and a disabled scooter with a lady nonchalantly crossing the lights against with them on Don’t Walk, but she had sped off before I could get the camera working. As the chap got over towards the other side of the road junction a car wit the lights in his favour on a green, pipped his horn at him, missed him by inches and the man didn’t seem to notice at all? I think this would have gone viral if someone had a video of it, just for the blank look on the man’s face versus the look of amazement on the driver’s face. Hehe!

5Fri10Limped into Tesco’s and got some new flavour Oreos on offer for raffle prizes and nibbles, chestnut mushrooms, seaweed and cheese crispy things, some extra strong cheddar cheese and some more fresh pod garden peas (I’m addicted to these I think?).

Came out and walked up to the top floor and down to the other end and into the Fresh Fish Market stalls. There are only two stalls open nowadays, and they are a bit drab looking, the other four stalls open were butchers halal, etc. The remaining eight or so empty stalls had been abandoned long since. One of the stalls had some surimi-type mock lobster on sale, I bought a couple of them.

Down the escalator and out again, I checked the time and decided to make my way to the L9 bus stop, as one was due in a few minutes.

5Fri12dGot on and the crossword book came out again.

A bit of a tale of semi-woe with the books. I usually have a couple on the go. One in the Porcelain Throne room, one near to the £300 second-hand recliner and one in the bag. Somehow they got moved around, and the Crossword book is now in the bag, Emotions (Thanks to Andy in Canada for this gift) is in the kitchen, Clarkson is near the chair, and Stephen Fry has disappeared? Hehe! Found him later under a cushion on the spare chair. I’ve now forgotten what I was going to tell you all about these books. Sorry about that.

5Fri11The weather was almost perfect, on the journey back home.

Travelling through the narrow tree lined hilly roads was almost a pleasure.

Not for the driver of the bus lady though. So tight it was the space for the vehicle to get through, I had to admire how she coped and managed at all.

5Fri12When we got onto Mapperley top, the new businesses, the Co-op petrol stations was so busy as we passed by it.

I wondered if there had been a petrol scare I’d not heard about?

Mind you, me not hearing about anything is entirely reasonable. Hehe!

5Fri12aIn contrast to the new KFC noshery.

One vehicle only in the car park, none at the takeaway window either.

I was fighting falling asleep then all the way down to the flats.

Back in the apartment, a long, and slightly painful wee-wee session were tended to.

My mind was in no state to try and sort out the bank things, so tired and weary suddenly.


No cooking or even warming up of fodder was needed to prepare the meal tonight, well this afternoon.

It was lovely, tasty and I devoured most of it with relish.

The Continental bread was excellent! It was all was real good.

Took the evening medications.

Washed the pots and things up, but a Jasper Carrot and Robert Powell ‘The Detectives’ DVD on, and managed one episode before nodding off into sleep.

Woke (I thought at the time anyway) at 0800hrs, feeling refreshed somehow. Vague memories of dreaming of being chased along corridors, rooftops and sewers?

Took the morning medications, got onto the computer and tried to sort the banking things out. Did what I could.

5Fri12cMade a nice strong Thompson’s cuppa and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.

Then is dawned on me as I was downloading the photo to put on this diary…

It was terribly dark for 0800hrs was it not?

What a Twit!


Saturday 6th May 2017

Deutsch: Samstag 6 Mai 2017

I had actually risen at 2000hrs – not 0800hrs. And, took the morning medications rather early. Humph! Oh, I do feel a fool!

Went to make another cup of tea and found I had yet again left the hot water tap running! I need help with this fault, I can’t hear it running, all I get is, “Well don’t leave it on then!” Very helpful!

Updated this effort.

Got caught up with Facebooking.

Had the idea of doing the laundry, being as I’m up and feeling moderately lively, so I did.

 2310 hours: Took the laundry down and got it in the washer.

Up and updated this diary, then did some WordPress reading.

2350hrs: Down to move washing into the dryer. Very disappointed with the dampness, almost wetness of the things, and bits of what looked like aluminium foil in the clothes? Got the stuff into the dryer and noticed pieces of the foil like stuff in the dryer from earlier too?

Back in the flat at 2355hrs, set the timer for 44 minutes to remind me to fetch the stuff, although I have a feeling it might need drying again.

Updated this tosh, and did the very belated Health Checks.


All were looking okay. Well, the weight is up for the first time in ages, but still. Hey-ho!

Had what felt like an electric shock in the chest on the right side of the sternum. Made me jump a bit that did.

Sent a link on Nottingham Forest to Sister Jane, she’s hoping for the best but not getting too hopeful I think?

Started a graphic, fingers crossed that CorelDraw doesn’t freeze again this time.

5Fri12g0050hrs: Alarm heard, down to collect the washing.

What a mess, the bits of foil stuff were all over the clothes, machine and floor.

Heck of a job cleaning them all up. Missed no end of them, even after thinking I’d got them all, they appeared as if by magic? Hehe!

5Fri12hCleaned the filter and dryer, then got clothing out which caused more bits of foil on the floor. Humph!

Shook the items, even more, missed bits fell out of the clothing as I folded them, got them in the bag. But the washing had dried nicely anyway.

I’ll find more I know later.

I can’t figure out where they are from?

Back up in the flat at 0110hrs. Putting the togs in the airing cupboard some bits of the foil fell out, getting fed-up with this now. Hehe!

Made another strong drink of tea and back onto updating this.

A quick look at Facebook and back to CorelDraw.

COM Lyzzi


0415hrs: Got them finished finally.

Made yet another mug of tea. The hot water I left running earlier, had heated up again now. Tsk!

Remembered I have the Morrison delivery coming later.

0500hrs: had to try and sleep again, eyelids drooping. But couldn’t drop off.

Which is just as well I didn’t… the Morrison delivery arrived shortly after I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner. Put the things away.

I tried sorting out all the paperwork I have scattered all over the place from the bank transfer farce, but could not concentrate, and I think they ended up in a bigger muddle than before, so I gave up.

Did the health checks and took the medications. Not that I was sure what was needed, what had been missed, or what the heck I was doing. I was in a bit disorientated brain-wise.

I got the ablutions tended to, having the longest shower I think I’ve ever taken, all nooks and crannies tended to with care and diligence. Hehe! The medicationalisationing afterwards did not go so well. In fact, these actions could be used to have written a ten-minute comedy sketch… Not that anyone would have believed it could actually happen mind. Humph!

Upon gently squeezing out the Betamethasone cream onto a paper towel in readiness for application – Arthur Itis decided to have a go at the hand and fingers, the result? A line of Betamethasone cream over the back of my hand, down onto Little Inchy, the left leg and foot and over the bottom of the sink stand! I would not have believed so much cream could come out of such a tiny tube! I decided, due to the pain Arthur was giving me to put some of the pain gel on the hands first, of course, I got some Betamethasone mixed with it, so cleaned it all of and applied the Phorpain again. Cleaned the porcelain, leg and floor, feeling quite pleased with how I coped with it all… Mistake there!

All finished (I thought). When it came to the titivating the wetroom, I noticed some of those foil bits that were found down in the Laundry room were sort of sprinkled around in the corner of the room? I must have brought them in with the towel I’d washed and used?

6Sat03I moved the floor storage cabinet, to check it for any more of the foil thingies that might have floated behind it…

Knocked the things off of the other enclosure, stood back and right onto a tube of Colgate Gel toothpaste!

How it managed to reach so high up my leg was a mystery. Cleaned the knee and foot, then continued sorting out the wetroom, during which I managed to clout the head on the sink as I got down painfully to collect the last bit of the metallic foil! The flow pattern of the toothpaste landed looking like that of a question mark, or was I imagining this? Hehe!

Now feeling a b6Sat01it sorry for myself, I opted to get out for a hobble in the hopes of tiring myself enough so as I could get some sleep in. 

I gathered the waste bin sacks and the Nottingham Hospice Shop donations carrier and set off, dropping the rubbish down the waste chute, then into the lift and down to the lobby. Nobody was around.

I walked up the gravel path by the Copse and into Woodthorpe Park. Really taking my time, not that I had a lot of choices, Anne Gyna soon took a grip of me halfway up the hill. Stood a while watching the dogs play ball with their owners, and taking in the beauty of Spring flowering and budding all around me.

6Sat01aThough the Park, and left up Mansfield Road, over the brow of the hill and down into Sherwood.

I’d forgotten to put the one left working hearing aid in, and when this Ambulance went by and through the lights on red, amazingly I didn’t hear the siren but did hear a screech of brakes from a motorist who had to do an emergency stop to miss hitting the blood waggon. I thought how sad the shops were looking in Sherwood nowadays. So many closed down units, including this one above in the photo. It used to be the Metropole Cinema years ago, and a grand one too! When the cinema closed it was years until Kwik Save moved in, and sad when they closed. Months later and the Co-op redeveloped the site and moved in. Then they closed down. Months later Budgen moved in – now empty again! There is a good car park nearby at the back too, but it seems no one can make a go of the place.


Lugubrious in the extreme.

Down to the Hospice Shop and gave them the donations and nibbles for the staff.

As I strolled slowly down the hill, having no aids in, made it seem surreal, all the activity around… it was like watching TV with the sound off I suppose? Had to be careful of pavement cyclist or disabled scooters coming up on me though all the same, I enjoyed the slower than slow amble back to the apartments despite Anne Gyna in attendance on the uphill parts of the journey.

6Sat01bDown to the traffic lights and left up Winchester Street hill. At Dornoch Avenue on the right as the hill begins to get testing I looked up at the bigger houses at the top. Some of them looked gigantic to me.

I thought how difficult it must be living there for parking and visitors.

Onward up the hill, nice and steady like.

I met Frank from the 14th floor outside, and we had a little natter.

When I got back in, I looked up Dornoch Avenue, it seems the lower houses average price is £118,000 and the higher ones £240,000. Proof that I am overtired and losing it. Why did I do that? What was the point?… I need sleep!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Not certain if I did any of this correctly or at the proper time, mind you.

I did nod off for a while though, much needed I think. When I stirred, I was full of vim and vigour and ready to get a meal sorted.

I already had the peas and mushrooms in the Crock-Pot, although I honestly couldn’t 6Sat02remember putting them on.

I put the gravy mix in a saucepan and got the vegetarian steak and sausages into the oven, sprayed with oil as recommended on the pack.

Added the peas and mushrooms to the pan of gravy and waited for the ‘meat’ that is not meat to cook in the oven.

A Lemon fool, a mug of orange juice and the medications onto the tray, with three small sliced of Sourdough bread, to enable me to put the vegetarian beef on and dip into the marvellous gravy. As tired as I was, I enjoyed this one so much.

Put ‘The Detectives’ Jasper Carrot DVD on.

Woke up at 0400hrs, and turned it off.

Inchcock Today: Wednesday 8th March 2017 – Busy but betterer day!

Wednesday 8th March 2017

Sudanese: Kemis 9 Maret 2017


A  fragmentary dream filled sleep, with sporadic waking up and fretting over everything and nothing. Found I’d made more notes about the nightmares, but none of them readable at all. I do hate it when this happens. I go weeks without remembering any dreams, then a few days clarity and back to the mystery. Hey-ho!

0400hrs: Out of the  £300 wobbly second-hand recliner and to the porcelain. Good this morning, no bleeding anywhere. Duodenal Daniel and Roger Reflux were giving me what for, but easily endurable at the time. Pondered as I sat there on the throne, about what needed attention and action today. Morrison’s delivery 0630 >0730hrs, Dentist visit 0900hrs, Clinic 1130hrs and fresh bread needed.

Carried out the ablutions without getting any cuts shaving or bleeding from Inchies lesion. Things seemed to be going well. I was worried about this!

3Wed02Weighed me bulky, flobby, body. Down this morning, the first time for a while.  Into the kitchen and made a nice mug of tea, and did the health checks.

Into the kitchen and made a nice mug of Twinings English Breakfast tea. A bit scented, but nice occasionally. And did the health checks.

Then did the health checks and took the medications.

3Wed03The Morrison’s delivery driver arrived.

There seemed to be rather lot more fodder in the order today.So I set about sorting the stuff out

So I started sorting the stuff out.

I found the ‘Free’ Strawberry yoghourt pack and put it in the bag ready for when I get out, to drop it off at the Winwood Centre to give to Obergruppenfurheress’s Deana and Julie later.

I recall thinking about ordering some smoked streaky bacon when I did the order but thought I’d decided against this, as I had the Polish Bean Stew to have. But there were two packs of the stuff in there?

W3Computer activated and finished off yesterday’s diary and got it posted off, then started this one.

Cost me a good few hours of my life, and I was not really happy with the result, but I enjoyed doing it. I could tell things were improving in the depression stakes even if only a temporary situation, it cheered me a little and a very rare, warm contentment overcame me as I pressed on with graphicalisationing until it was nearly time to get myself ready for me to get out and do something for once.

I got the nibbles in the bag for the Wardens, record sheet for the Clinic and set out. Got as far as the lift and realised I had not taken the mobile with me, nipped back and collected it. Going down in the lift, it dawned on me I hadn’t got the hearing aids in… Tsk! Decided if I went back to the flat again, I’d be likely to be late for the dentist appointment, so plodded on without them.

I had a wond2tue09erfully warm laugh and conversation with a lady tenant in the lobby on my way out. Roy’s better half, who is as perfect a subject to lip-read as I have ever found. 

Called at the bottle bank on Chestnut Grove first.

Then into the Winwood Hut to drop off the treats. Back, up Chestnut Walk, up the steep gravel hill passing the copse, (Anne Gyna let me know this was not a good idea, Hehe) left down through Woodthorpe Grange Park, left up Mansfield Road, over the hill and down to the Dentists. Had a bit of a farce trying to communicate with the receptionists without the hearing aids in. An assistant came down into the reception area to fetch me, this has never happened before, and I  realised she had been on the stairs behind calling my name without me hearing her for a while.

3Wed06I was booked in with a different dentist today, in a separate treatment room (Second floor), which involved my having to climb two set of stairs to get there. Luckily Arthur Itis was kind at that moment. (Although Anne Gyna was still annoyed at my walk up through the park) Dr Vitish Patel this time, Young Asian, designer stubble, handsome and with an almost entirely undecipherable voice.

The layout of the tiny room was different to the usual one and the chair easy to fall out of. The most surprising thing I noticed was the lack of dead insects in the ceiling lighting housing, compared to the usual room.

Got leant back and he carried out the checks within minutes and declared, I need a filling and a chipped front lower tooth repairing. The cracked tooth was not giving me any bother, mind you, the hole wasn’t either. I decided to have the filling done there and then when he offered to do it. Two minutes later, it was done.

Down to pay the characterless receptionist for the treatment, got next appointment and hobble out and down the road to the Wilko store. Where I bought a pack of cheap teaspoons to replace the mysteriously disappearing ones at the flat. Like the odd socks. I wonder if this happens to others? Also got some toilet blocks, bleach, antiseptic disinfectant, batteries for the radio, air spray and citrus deodorant.

Called in the bank, but the manager was unavailable today.

Back across the road and down to the Continental Deli shop. Where I spent, even more, money when I espied that they had some huge jars of Fasolka on the shelves, some bread and cooked belly pork with herbs.

3Wed04Made my way back up to Winchester Street Hill, in the hope of catching an L8 bus up to the flats, as I was now overloaded with heavy stuff in two bags. But the bus came around the corner as I was waiting to cross the road to the bus stop. Shame that!

I had to struggle up the hill with frequent stops to put the bags down and get me wind back.

As I arrived at the top and turned left towards 3Wed05the flats, I put the bags on the decaying roadside bench and stood for a few minutes, pondering on life in general.

The jargogle of thoughts served only to confuse me more about the reason for life’s creation.

Nowadays things are happening quicker, more intense, greedy, selfish, nihilistic… so much extra information and advice for the youngsters to absorb and understand.

Still, the day was warm and humid, and I was going to see Olive when I got in. The eerie sensation of semi-contentment attempting to overcome me unnerved my consciousness. I pondered on how long this would last and when the next Whoopsiedangleplop would arrive?

I pressed on and got into the flats and called on Olive. T’was like going into a room and being greeted with warmth and getting soaked in appreciation of being there.

She had the cleaner ladies with her, and she looked fantastic. She was going into hospital again next week, for the final tests to see if her Crohns disease will allow her to have her hip operation. Amazing woman, she looked cheery and chatted to me despite her obvious pain. I am honoured to know the lady. After a chinwag and laugh twixt us all, I gave her peck and returned with the bags to the flat.

3Wed02Put the shopping away and departed to catch the 40 bus straight to the clinic.

Mr Grumpy, was on the reception again today. Signed in and gave him the paperwork, took a seat and I waited to be called in. Good job I took the crossword book with me, because I got in alright, but 40 minutes after the appointment time. Still, they did look very busy.

They took the tissue sample, and the usual gang of students and nurses were joined by what appeared to be a new intake, all came to have a look (And have a snide poorly concealed giggle) as they peered through the gigantic lighted magnifying machine at Little Inchies lesion. After the examination proper, they took another sample (They probably found out it hurts? Hehe!) for further analysis. The Lady Doctor said she was pleased with the lesion’s depth reduction, but concerned about the swelling, and asked me detailed questions about recent activities in that area. Overall, it was improving, but infection is always possible and got the nurse to get me some new cream to use. This must be kept in the fridge and taken out only when I need to use it. Said this might help with the swelling and to use it along with the usual Daktacort Cream. She is to let me know the next appointment by email and letter.

Caught the bus (Thank heavens for the Pensioners Free Bus Pass) back to the flat, well drained and weary by then.

Got the nos3Wed08h on.

Roast spuds, mushrooms, garden peas, beetroot and some bread with belly pork and herb.

Maybe cause I was feeling a bit cheerier, I really did enjoy this one, and I gave it a deserved 9.59/10 rating.

Once I washed the pots and got settled into the £300 second-hand recliner, Anne Gyna gave me some peace and I got the DVD on to watch some Doctor Who episodes without falling asleep at all! Oh yes! Hehe!

When I changed to the TV to watch some selected programmes that I fancied… the first commercial break sent me off into the land of nod.

Thanks for reading folks!

Inchcock: Saturday 4th March 2017


I hate myself when I feel like this!

Saturday 4th March 2017

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 4 Mawrth, 2017

Yesterday I nosedived into dysphoria at the news and complications with the bank. I spent most of the night awake pondering, regretting and feeling self-pity. I cannot see a solution. This was in-between nod-offs when dreams permeated and I’m sure made me feel worse, but I cannot recall actual details of any of the short dispiriting dreams, just a sense of defeatism and frustration.

Around 0300hrs I disentangled myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, no demands for the using of the porcelain yet, strange that for me.

Made another brew and did the first Health Checks.

3wed04Got the mucky clothes ready and went down to the Laundry Room.

Met fellow tenant Roy doing his laundry and we had a nice chinwag and laugh.

Got the washer going and up to the flat. Still no movement in the porcelain situation.

Made a mug of tea.

Carried out the second Health Check.


The weight seems to be going up and up? The temperature is too. Not that I was too concerned about this, in my low mood.

Back down and moved the clothing into the dryer. Back up to the flat again.

6sat04Sorted the medication dosage pots out.

Got the computer on and started these diaries on WordPress.

I have worried about suffering uhtceare, but not any longer do I worry about it, it has become the norm for me each and every morning.

Back down again to collect the now dried washing.

Up and put the clobber away.

Updated the excel readings and found the word uhtceare and loved it, so I used it as in the above. UHTCEARE: “There is a single Old English word meaning ‘lying awake before dawn and worrying.’ Uhtceare is not a well-known word even by Old English standards, which were pretty damn low. In fact, there is only one recorded instance of it actually being used.” Ten rare English Words to use

I’m now hoping someone will notice I’ve used this most appropriate and suitable word, and maybe I can become famous? Forget it, not my luck. Humph!

Spent a good few hours on WordPressing, then went onto Facebook.

Got the nosh and did the final health checks and took the medications.

So tired and full of angst about the bank problems, fretting too. Anne Gyna was causing me great discomfort in the extreme tonight.

Damnations, Duodenal Daniel has started off now.


Inchcocks Security Career True Tales of Woe – Rapid Alarm Response – The Bank Manager’s Activation

Inchcock’s True Security Career Woes

Rapid Response Alarm Officer Inchcock & The night of the Bank Manager’s Home Alarm Activation


I was on Alarm Response and Patrol checks this particular night. Anyone could usually tell when I was on these duties because the amount of alarm activations usually doubled when I was on this roster. Tsk!

About 2345hrs I was in Long Eaton near Derby carrying out one of the regular site checks when I got a call to inform me that an alarm had been activated at a house in North Nottingham. I knew the house as it is on our Patrol list for checks at the weekends, and owned by a bank manager.

I made my way towards Beeston then onto the ring road when I got another call from the controller to advise me that a second activation had been received making it a positive and the Police had been informed, but they told him that “We have no free units to respond, but will do when one is free.”

Nice… very encouraging that.

I arrived at the assignment address about 30 minutes after getting the call. A great big house with two gates and dozens of rooms.

I informed control of my arrival and that no outward signs of intrusion seen at the front and I was going to check the rear of the premises first.

I got the keys and codes from the van safe, locked the van, took a deep breath and walked to the back of the sprawling house.

1220hrs: I moved away from the window and informed control of the suspect on premises situation and he despatched the other patrol officer Darren as back-up support being as the Nottingham Police still had no one to send.

So I waited and observed monitoring for any activity.

I then saw the torchlight in a ground floor window and continued my observing.

Daz arrived asking where is the scum-bag, let’s gerrim…

After we gained entry through the front door and deactivated the alarm

Darren called out “Alright scum-bag, let be X#~♫ having yer… come on give up or my mate will come and get yer…”

I recall thinking ‘Oh no he wont!’

A bloke appeared though a door and came running at us calling out “I’ve called the police… he pulled up short and lowered his mashie niblick when he saw our uniform and the size of Darren… who did not take to be attacked and he belted the chap with left-hook of Henry Cooper quality.

As I was about to challenge Daz on why he clobbered him as it was obvious the chap was not an intruder but the bank manager when the door behind us burst open and the police officers entered, batons drawn and wrestled me an Darren onto the floor and we were hancuffed – I remember a canine officer being displeased with his animal when it licked me on the face when they were getting me up after being handcuffed.

Now we were in a pickle I thought.

Luckily my solver tongue explained what had happened in between my asking then telling Daz to keep quite.

The paramedics arrived and the bank manager was taken away for checks although he seemed alright, was very quiet and didn’t seem to hold any grudge against us?

When the officers and Darren had left, I did a check of the premises for any intruders, I could see the fuse box was open at the cellar head, so assumed that was the reason the torchlight was used? No signs of why the alarm activated were found and it reset without any bother later.

When I checked each room upstairs the third bedroom… well it opened my eyes I can tell yers… A four-poster bed with red and pink adornments, leather straps, handcuffs and a giant plastic prodding fork lay on the bed? Five TV or monitor screens were scattered around the room, and a gigantic mirror on the ceiling! No signs any bodies anywhere though.

Then I informed control all was clear and reset the alarm and secured the premises.

Sat in the van doing the incident report – one of the hardest I’ve ever had to do.

The Barclays bank manager didn’t complain at all – which was puzzling and unexpected, but comforting.

Wonder what he was up to on his own?