Inchcock – Nottingham’s Ace Accifauxparist: Fri 4 Dec 20

♥ The TFZer Shepherdess, with some of her flock ♥

Friday 4th December 2020

Afrikaans: Vrydag 4 Desember 2020

00:35hrs: I woke in need of a wee-wee, I’ve missed this the last two mornings. At least I know I didn’t miss taking the Furosemide®.

I  hopped (hopped? Hahaha!) out of the recliner, went through the balance-gaining exercise, (something else I do regularly each morning, since the last time when I didn’t, and fell back down in the chair, causing Harold’s Haemorrhoids to bleed painfully, and set off BPB [Back-Pain-Brenda]) I recall the pain. Tsk! Over to the overnight bucket, and saw it had not been used. So instead of doing more cleaning, I hobbled to the wet room for the wee-wee—a disappointing affair, of the UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety.

I got the computer on, almost determined to get on with making up up some graphics on CorelDraw for the TFZer page top pictures. But first, I must update the Thursday blog and cracked-on with it, no Health Checks or mugs of tea, I persevered with the job!  Not a long job, there was not much to catch up with. I sent it off to WordPress, Emailed the link, did some Facebook catching up, and went on the WordPress reader.

Then made a brew, cursed the dank rainy weather, and had another UTD wee-wee. Then industriously, onto CorelDraw and got all of the TFZer graphics done that I needed! Smugness Adopted! Mind you, it took me over three hours of concentrated attention to detail. I can’t brag too much, I’ve not checked them out yet for mistakes.

I had to put a stop to this dedicated, determined attitude, to respond to a call to the Porcelain Throne. Fearing this visit being as bad as yesterdays, I went apprehensively to the wet room. Constipation Konrad beat the hell out of Trotsky Terence again, but by less, I’d say a 2-0 victory. Which meant a little less pain for yours truly, but it was still bad. No bleeding, though, that was a plus! Haemorrhoid Harold didn’t suffer so much, thankfully! I noticed that ankle ulcer was looking good, no pain whatsoever, fading now, and no itching. A risk of Semi-Contentment developing here!

Time was flashing by, and the Ablutions will need doing soon. I spent some time making up some Thought graphics, then back off to the wet room for a scrub-up.

: Well, and it did go well! Worryingly, unnaturally so!

As I stripped off, I could not help but take these pictures on the right here. The legs, ankle ulcer, and feet, all looked much improved.

The left-hand papule that appeared yesterday, had gone down to the titchiest little spot, the puss-head was not to be seen today?

The teeth cleaning was a painless and bloodless affair. (2-dropsies)

The shaving had only one wee-cut. (3-dropsies)

The showering had a few dodgy moments. The first of the dropsies, the shower gel bottle, landed right on the leg ulcer – and it didn’t even hurt! A full bottle as well! (This good luck can’t last, surely?)

Then Dizzy Dennis visited, but I’d left the shower chair handy, so had a sit-down, and within a minute or so, was back up showering away to my little heart’s content!

A total of only 2 dropsies in the shower! Yes! But, getting out of the shower, I’d left the chair to close and had forgotten about it. Klunk! I banged the right ankle on the chair leg! Ah-well!

The medicationing went brilliantly! No accifauxpas, bleeding or knock-overs! Yee-Haa!

As I put the trousers on, the bashed ulcer had become so tender and ultra itchy, and looked a tad inflamed? I think new growths were coming up around the ulcer and nearby?

It was the devil’s of a job not to scratch at it! Gringglebogs!

I got the handwashing, just a towel, done wrung and hung to dry above the sink.

The trouser legs were catching on the now tender leg ulcer, so pulled up the trews leg out of the way – but it was so cold now. Brrr!

The workmen’s tapping, knocking and drilling started, and carried on, and on, and on… Still, it can’t be helped. Dangnableisations! Hehe!

I took a photo through the balcony window, it was still raining, glum, and a disheartening sight. With it being so cold in the flat as well, anyone would think it was winter.

Oh, it is innit!

I got the much belated Health Checking done. Started with the body temperature with the contactless thingamabob.

That was looking well-healthy at 36.6°c. No complaints there then.

The sphygmomanometerisationing showed a higher than for a while SYS of 176. Maybe it’s because I took so much later than I usually do?

I took the morning medications, as well.

The ankle ulcer had stopped being tender, and I could now drop my trouser leg. Giggle! I took the last photo of it, and it had been seeping a bit, but it left a lot better, easier, calmer, now.

The drilling and knocking noises are getting irritating. But needs must. I’ve got a rare headache coming on. Hey-ho!

Back to the computer to update this blog, so I can get back to CorelDrawing. But it’s getting late now, but the graphics will have to be done, or I’ll be in a right pickle in the morning. I did some IT updating and then went for a brew. The view outside, showed some sleet or snow trying to come down with the rain, so I got the Nikon camera and went out on the balcony to take some shots – through the glass, too cold and wet to open any windows.

Then I bravely and foolishly (had I known what was about to happen, I would never have gone in the kitchen, but of course. who knows what fate holds for us, Hahaha!) I decided to take a picture from the unwanted, disliked, light and view-blocking kitchen window, to try and catch the sleet and snow in the photograph…

Gragglespitgurgle! Bungdankles! Splerminescence! Flagtoggles!

As I went to open the most hated and unluckiest, bedevilled, cursed, kitchen window in the world;

Peripheral Neuropathy Pete produced a right leg Schuhplattler Dance/Wobble about session, that had me on the deck before I knew the flailing dance was coming! I lay there, in a semi-crumpled heap of stomach-dominated mass, for a minute or so, awaiting the dancing limb to stop, feeling and sensing for any injuries.


I’d grabbed out for support, the walking stick was the first thing that abandoned me. And caught the washing hanging on the curtain rail, that joined the clothes in falling off to the floor, knocking the tea mug, picker-upperer and all the other clothes in another load on the floor!

I was shocked and annoyed a bit. But soon weighed up what could be done to get back on my feet. I decided to crawl on all fours, to the recliner in the other room. (Which pleased Arthur Itis’s knees I can tell yer!) that’s strong enough to take me heaving my weight back up, I’ve used it a few time in the past. I managed to get myself up, surprisingly easy as it happens?

Bother from BPB, Haemorrhoid Harold, clouted on the elbow and head, and the ankle must have hit something, it was now bleeding a smidge. I cleaned up the ulcer area and ointmentated it. Nae, bother! I had the struggle to get the leg up so I could tend to it, and almost went over again getting the leg down! You’ve got to laugh!

I was moving a bit stiffly with the back hurting, I just took my time. I got the ‘fallen clothes’ (Haha!) on the hooks in the hallway. Not much room left to get through now—Hell of a mess to clean up.

As I said; You’ve got to laugh!

Despite the Whoopsiedangles and Accifauxpas, I was more than ever determined to get some photo’s of the snow, but I noticed it was stopping, so I had a go with the Nikon.

I took a Codeine 60g, a Dioctyl® poo-softener, and a Paracetamol 30g, so the discomfort should soon be easing off. Although BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) feels as she’ll be set-in for a while. I’ll still the other painkillers later with the evening medications.

I was genuinely angry when it first happened. But it soon faded. As Doctor said when Peripheral Neuropathy was diagnosed, ‘There is nothing we can do to repair dying nerve ends’, So, fair enuf!

I pretended to clean the kitchen a bit, and thought sod-it! I got on with updating this blog, while happenings were clear in my head.

The landline burst forth. It was the beautiful, desirable, so sweet, caring Hristina, my beloved Phlebotomy vampire nurse. Kindly advising me that she is calling for my blood on Monday, twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs. Bless her. Well, that made me feel better straight away! ♥

It’s so late now with all the faffing about I’ve suffered. I really need to get at least one template made up… Hello, Anne Gyna’s kicking into Hurt-Inchcock mode now! Cringleblastitt!

I went back to CorelDraw to if I was up to making the template. Oh, dear! I got one made, and then started to prep the meal.

I made more mess in the kitchen making the nosh, feel guilty, but am not up to doing any more cleaning or physical labour… I have enough problems staying awake to eat the fodder.

The old Thought-Storms began when I got to settle, so sleep was a time coming.

Inchcock Today – Monday 13th May 2019: Farcical Scramble to the Audio Clinic, then the Hospital, then home; and boy was I tired-out. Ah-well. Amazing memory prompters today!

May 13

2019 May 13

Monday 13th May 2019

Italian: Lunedì 13 Maggio 2019

00:50hrs. Woke up for a wee-wee, of the SWSWW (Short-Weak-Sprinkly-Wee-wee)  variety. Passed it in the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket, and back to sleep.

01:10hrs. Woke up for another wee-wee, of the SWSWW (Short-Weak-Sprinkly-Wee-wee)  variety. Passed it in the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket, and back to sleep.

03:25hrs. Stirred and very reluctantly got up, for another wee-wee, of the SWSWW (Short-Weak-Sprinkly-Wee-wee)  variety. Passed it in the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. Forced myself to go and take the morning medications. Made a mug of tea, which proved a tad risky with the thumb cumbersomely wrapped and soaked in blood. But I made one.

Got the audio centre and then the NHS Drop-in centre to visit today. I also have to replace the bandages, pads, and plasters used yesterday. These three tasks will take up most of the day, and leave no time to get anything else done. Oy Vey!

The computer turned on, and updating of the Sunday blog finished and sent off. Not comfortable or accurate, typing with a dirty-great plaster and bandage on my thumb! Even more mistakes than usual were being made. Grumph! Went on the WordPress Reader section.

I made a grocery order and sent it off.

Tried to have a wash and shave. Not very good, though. Trying to avoid getting the thumb wet. To early to have a shower. I was in a Fed-Up Mode, I couldn’t help it.

1Mon01aI did notice when I got pt the long sleeve shirt: the labels had the prices in Euros?

I was just about to set out, and the intercom rang out. It was the carer, which I thought I had cancelled. I tried to rush him to put the Ankle-Support on – which was a mistake because it was fitted very loose, and not much use. His boss called; said he was on his way as he had to see me urgently. I explained about my having to go to the Audio Clinic, and Drop-In Centre and the bus was due in fifteen minutes! We went down together out of the foyer, but we could not see the man. So, I made my way to the bus stop, getting there with- a couple of minutes to spare. I caught the 40 bus and was knocked about by the school kids as they massed on the vehicle at every stop en route to town. Hehe!

1Mon02I alighted the bus on Queen Street. I walked down to the Slab Square and began to make my way to the Audio Clinic, avoiding the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists as I sped along.

I say speed, not really. But despite the danger of the ankle going over, I was impressed with my rate of knots, although, I regretted it later.

1Mon06I stopped and turned back to take a picture on Little John’s bell housing. Pleased at the time showing. I don’t know how the busy bus got through so early but was grateful that he had done so.

I crossed over Market Street, and over to the other side of Beastmarket Hill, and up to Angel Row. The memories flooded back when I saw the Bell Public House. One of the haunts of my youth and drinking days was looking a little moth-eaten. But a sign said they still had four bars with four different atmospheres. I love the foot-tappers Jazz band that used to appear there, as well as other venues.


The weather was fine, just as well because with the mayhem when I left the flat, I’d forgot to take my hat with me! Hehe!

1Mon07cThe closed down Odeon Cinema is now a Nandos, with its three big and two small waste bins out ready for collection.

I’m not sure why, but I was pleased with this picture, how it came out. The shadows from the scaffolding, and sunshine from behind help, giving it some texture, perhaps. Not that know what I’m saying, but it sounds clever. Hehe!

Turned left and over what used to be Granby Street. It’s Maid Marion Way now, also known as Brian Clough Way to some folks. At least in 1962, it was Granby, when I started working at the Tesco store, which they had bought from Adsega, a South African company, who also sold their Derby store to Tesco, in Duckworth Square, where I worked later. Isn’t it amazing how the long-term memory can still work, and the short term dissolves? Well, at times it just doesn’t seem to take things in, in the first place! Haha!

1Mon07dI made my way to Park Row, the same place I visited on Friday.

This time things, walking etc. seemed to go much easier, and I surprised myself at how soon I got to the top of the hill.

And, without anyone asking if I was alright, or telling me I looked very pale! Hahaha!

To the top of the hill and around the corner, to the Audio clinic. Where the signs told me they were had Proud & Caring staff.

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The Proud & Caring receptionist shook her head in response to my good morning. Adding verbally, “What do you want?” I was fumbling to get out the appointment card when she asked my name and date of birth. “Where is your appointment card?” I smiled as I fluffed getting it out of my pocket and said; “It’s coming…” and handed it to her. A smile almost came on her face as she told me to take a seat. Which I humbly did, and got the crossword book out. Although my efforts on the puzzles were abysmal.

A young man appeared and called out my name, and I followed him into a room. I explained the problems with the hearing aids and the lady in the room checked them out for me. The mould on the right one had become distorted, and I was instructed to make 1Mon08an appointment within two weeks to have a new one made. She changed the tubing for me.

I was all sorted and out in ten minutes or so; walking down Park Row, on the Marathon hobble to the NHS Drop-In Centre.

As I turned right in Postern Street, I could ee roadworks blocking the way. It was a bit dangerous making my way down the road with 1Mon08athe Trolley-Walker. But it got worse a little later!

Work was taking place in Nottingham Castle; it was all boarded up.

Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists were all over the place, and coming from all directions it seemed.

WD153.41.102 A few yards further on, and the roadway was hob-cobbled and most uncomfortable as the trolley shook and rolled, and several times, the locking-grip opened, and 1Mon09the thing started to collapse! Once the roadway became better, things settled down – but the ankle went over just before the smooth bit of road, and I uttered a few well-chosen expletives out loud! Good job I had got the medicines earlier on.

WD153.41.102 Took a shot of the Robin Hood statue, that is endlessly being vandalised by the local yobbery!

WD153.41.102 I poddled with ever getting more rattly walker down onto Canal Street. Taking this photo of the oldest pub in England.

1Mon09aAfter a visit to Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem, you’ll soon understand why this pub has survived the centuries to become a treasure of Nottingham past and present.

As England’s oldest inn, the pub is nestled beneath the cliff on which Nottingham’s historic castle stands, and was once a well-known pit stop for crusader knights. It is said that King Richard the Lionheart and his men are more than likely to have gathered at this historic royal dwelling before journeying to Jerusalem in 1189AD, thus giving the pub its unusual name. Something of a cross between an inn and a museum, the pub features several bars, cosy nooks and snug lounges filled with curiosities and relics of Nottingham’s history. You can enjoy a delicious pub meal every day between 11: am and 10: pm in the Rock Bar, where you can warm up next to the fire in Yorkie’s Lounge, or enjoy the expansive garden area when the weather is pleasant. Beneath the pub, cave cellars root deep into the sandstone cliff and, like many of Nottingham’s 800+ caves, have for centuries been used for storage of ale. Also located in the cellars is an old cockfighting pit and part of the Castle Gaol was said to be housed in the cellars at one time. This included the condemned cell, a small cell with a very low ceiling with small holes drilled to allow a little air to flow through. The Gaoler would have sat just outside the cells on the ‘Gaoler’s Chair’ which was etched out of the rock and can still be seen today.

1Mon10A little detail, to show what you are missing, folks.

WD153.41.102 As I passed the Nottingham Post building, another of the countless Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists shot by. A shame, but he managed to avoid the work sign on the pavement. Damn and tarnation!

1Mon11Part of the works taking place was centred around the Broad March Centre, the tram station and the Magistrates Court.

I gave up on picturing the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists; there were so many of the ignorant, dangerous, toploftical, supercilious, arrogant animals about. 

1Mon12WD153.41.102 But this dogbreath came so close to hitting me as I neared London Road to cross over near the new BBC centre. Well, it is for me. Hehe!

The draft he made as he belted by me from behind, nearly had me over.

WD153.41.102 Then the damned trolley-walker almost had me over! I was intent on 1Mon14picturing the nasty, uncaring, insensible, unaware, nescient and unconscious of his own bullying actions cyclist, I pushed the trolley over a crack in the concrete! Oh, I did feel a fool!

I risked life an limb getting over London Road to the BBC building.

1Mon23The Drop-In Centre, now named the Urgent Care Centre as I discovered, was a few hundred yards behind the BBC.

I got inside and wet to the reception. Where the young lady sneered contemptuously and me and offered me an elongated “Yyyyes?” by way of a welcome. I gave her details, showing my bloodied thumb. Utterly uninterested, she told me to take a seat, and someone will call me later.

I got sat down, with the crossword book out. Had a fruitless attempt at doing some part-done puzzles. An hour or so later, a nurse came out and summoned me into a room. I told of my Whoopsiedangleplop with the thumb. She took off the bloodied homemade dressing and took a look at the wound. This happening, brought some interest to the proceedings, and she said; “Gum, you made a right good mess of that, haven’t you?” she put a wet pad on the thumb and told to go out and take a seat, and someone will call you for treatment. As I was going out, the trolley lock jumped open again. “You must not use that, it’s too dangerous!” she quipped as I departed to the waiting hall.

A nurse called me into a room half-an-hour or so later. She asked how I did it, very embarrassing. Two stitches and some holding tape later, she gave me some self-sticking plasters with pad to use to renew the wound if needed. “If it goes any blacker or bleeds again, you must see your GP! See my GP? Who is my GP?… oh yes, I remember, just! Hehehe! The one who needs a week at minimum to give me an appointment.

1Mon15I thanked the nurse and departed. Planning on going to Wilko’s to get some replacement plasters for the ones used and blood-soaked last night.

Over London Road, up Bellar Gate, Belward Street, along Cranbrook Street. Left on Lower Parliament Street and along to Upper Parliament Street and the Wilko Store. Where I over-did the spending a little: I came out with Graze plasters, Lint, Sterile Adhesive Pads, Blue extra strong adhesive tape, fabric strapping and bandage crepe. Could have been worse, £7.90 spent.

A good 40 minute before the L9 was due, as I left the shop. So I called into the Poundland store and had decker at their medical offerings. Came out bearing Elastoplast fabric plasters, Porous tape, Adherent dressings, Waterproof plasters and crepe bandage. Much cheaper, at £6. Paid at the self-serve checkout, and out over the road to the bus stop. The feet, legs and ankle were all giving some grief now.

I took some photographs while I waited for the bus.


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The bus was well crowded on the way home. When I got to the Winwood Heights, I helped Charlie off the bus and called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Oberscharführeress Warden and Hustle Model Julie was in working, and we had a laugh as I told her the days events. Said my farewells, and walked to the flats with along with Elizabeth, Cyndy and Eric. We managed a laugh or two, and Eric offered to sort out the sink plug for me, when I get one of the right size. Hahaha! Kind of him.

Got in the flat, and the SWWWs (Short-Weak-Wee-Wees) started again. Yet no signs while I was out and about? Odd that?

Took the medications and started to update this blog… for hours and hours… Oh dearie me! In between SWWWs of course. Well, it’s been a busy, messy day! Tsk!

1Mon33Got the oven on and started to do the sausages and part-baked cobs.

WD153.41.102 I knew I would not be hungry, too much tiredness for that. So I made only a small portion. But I was amazed to find I couldn’t eat all of it, nowhere near. The sourdough baguette only had two bites taken out of it. I was even too tired to make the sausage sarnies.

Soon settled down, very late for me. Full of aches and pains, seemingly coming from everywhere. With the mind muddled as it considered Tuesdays appointment, now increased to five!

WD153.41.102 Bad enough, but then just when I drifted off, the dreaded Colin Cramps started off! Legs and feet mostly. They woke me with such surprise, I knocked over the bottle of spring water, and the left foot shot out sending swivel chair into balcony windows, hitting the carers box and distributing the folders and paperwork over the carpet.

Life, eh?

Inchcock Today – Wed 20 Mar 2019: A schmegeggy, some pleasant, enjoyable and embarrassing moments today!


2019 Mar 20

Wednesday 20th March 2019

Chinese (Simplified): 2019年3月21日星期三

WD 0.0.0a 2017b01:35hrs. I woke with a perspicuousness, clarity of mind. Lamentably, concentrated on the vagaries and negatives of my life. I immediately sensed the warm-wet sensation from the PP’s from both front and rear.

When I put in the hearing aids and the spectacles on the head, more haemoglobin showed up on my hands. The nose had been bleeding, too. I felt a little dolorous and engaged Defcon Three status. Hehe!

I hauled my crassulent body from the £300, second-hand, ci1968 rickety-rusty recliner. Not such an easy task as it had been over the previous few mornings, cause I wanted to take care not start the haemorrhaging flowing from any dried-blood patches.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. The exceedingly messy evacuation went reasonably well. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were cleaned and medicated without much bother. Little Inchies fungal lesion was a problem sorting out, but the pain was worth it after it was all done. The nosebleed was stunted easily, too!

3Wed05a1WD 0.0.0a Checked the pins (legs) and they seemed to have got a little thinner than on Tuesday, with some new coloured areas, bruises and blotches. But, many of the blood papsules have disappeared? The Mystery Continues!

Changed into fresh PPs, washed and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and make a brew of the extra-strong Glengettie tea bags!


3Wed01aAs I took this photograph of the scene outside, through the unwanted, light and view-blocking windows. That I can’t physically get access to for cleaning, I could hear the familiar sounds of the emergency vehicles sirens and klaxons, as the moon shone down on the Nottinghamian burglars, street sleepers, shoplifters, gangs of druggies and hoodies, pavement cyclists, muggers, alcoholics, pickpockets, racists, fascists, terrorists and party goers.

I updated yesterday’s diary, got it finished and sent off to WordPress. Went on the GP Reader section.

Then made a start on this blog.

I popped onto Facebook to catch up with the photo albums and visited the TFZer blog.

Got the breakfast cornflakes and watched some YouTube clips.

Ablutions tended to. Towelled off, medicationalisticalisations completed, deodorised the overbearingly large torso, and got dressed.

WD 0.0.0a The whole ablutioning jobs, teeth cleaning, shaving, showering and medicalisationing took about 40 minutes – Getting the socks on, made me suffer pain and frustration and took me about 30-minutes! A tragicomic, painful farce! But at least I managed it! I decided to try out the two-sizes-too large shoes that I had bought under instruction from the Health Centre, to wear at tomorrow’s appointment. I was only going to call at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Then get back to the flat for the Ocado order to be delivered. I dropped two back backs of rubbish down the chute on the way out.

It was a warm day out there and very little wind. The sun out, although not brightly so. I arrived at the hut, and there were Brenda, Mary, another lady, and Roy within. More outside waiting at the bus stop – usually these eight would be tobacco addicts.

I had a natter with Obersturmführeress Warden and Catwalk Princess Deana, and Stabsfeldwebeless and Primo-Ballerina Julie, I told them about tomorrows appointment. And we had a bit of fun. Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. So, I’ll say no more. Hehehe!

Had a chatter with the tenants. Welsh Roy had arrived, but he threw some insults at me, 3Wed05a2had a laugh, then he soon went out for a fag. I followed on my way home, stopping for some beloved gossips with the residents at the bus stop.

Hauptsturmführeress Warden/Catwalk Deana was caught by Welsh William and another tenant, for a moan gossip or put-down, I know not which. Haha!

3Wed06I got a shot of the Winwood Heights. I had to stand back near the edge of the grass close to the thirty-foot fall-off down to the allotments below, to get all the courts in the shot. Right Winchester, centre Winwood Court and at the dead-end, my treasured Woodthorpe Court block.

There were a lot of jet plane contrails across the sky.

I got back to the apartment and got some turnips cooking with some balsamic vinegar. I’d got some Soulful One Pot Pulled Jackfruit smoky BBQ Chilli with corn and beans. I had no idea what Jackfruit was, so I inquired of Google. I discovered: The jackfruit, also known as jack tree, is a species of tree in the fig, mulberry, and breadfruit family native to southwest India. Hope I like it when I try it later.

3Wed07I ventured into the unwanted light and view-blocking new balcony, and risk injury to open the refractory metal left-hand curved release bar the needs fressing forward and pulling inwards at the same time, without any Whoopsiedangleplops. I caught the worker chaps coming into the compound of the Winwood Court Extra Care block.

WD 0.0.0a I then went to open the other dangerous metal right-hand curved release bar, that also needs pushing outwards and pulling inwards at the same time, this one didn’t go so well. It was such a lot stiffer, and when it did open, it did so sharply and noisily. No-bother though, the wrist didn’t bleed for too long.

3Wed08I took this zoomed-in photo of the kids playing area in Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Apart from one dog owner being taken for a walk by her animal, I could see no ankle-snappers or young trainee muggers anywhere in the whole park. Puzzling me this?

Aha, I realise now, that the kids are not on holiday from school. I got there in the end! Mind 3Wed09you, the last time I had a walk near that playground, most of the kids had some type of contraption or other linked to their earholes, or were texting, whatever.

I took this long-distance shot. I think the areas covered are Hucknall, Papplewick, Blidworth and Bestwood. But of course, I might be wrong.

3Wed10The intercom burst into life. It was the Ocado delivery. I must take some sourdough bread for the Wardens later. I got a large loaf which is far too large for me, but I like to share things, as the small loaf costs twice as much in ratio to the large one! The retailers don’t want single people, especially old people on their own!

3Wed11I put away the fodder. The Soulful Pulled Jackfruit vegetarian meal looked lovely through the plastic container. I’m looking forward to trying it with the turnips.

I dealt with Health Checks and midday medications. Then got on with updating this post and getting the photographicalisation sorted out.

Then I nipped out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Hopefully, I can catch them in and give them their treat and bread. (I’ve split the sliced loaf between us. I can dunk mine in the Chilli perhaps).

Off to see the gals. Julie was in.

WD 0.0.0a I forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk!

3Wed28I returned to the flat and got the meal prepared. I hope that Ocado keeps the special offer on the ‘Soulful One Pot Pulled Jackfruit smoky BBQ Chilli with corn and beans’ What a mouthful!’ Hehe!, vegetarian meal. For it tasted so good, and was not, as I feared it might have been, too hot/spicy for me. Easy to prepare as well. A Flavour Rating of 9.25/10. The Polish sourdough bread was a delight also when dunked in the juices.

WD 0.0.0a Then I realised that the product contained sweet corn. Something I should not eat, as the passing of such food can cause my haemorroids to bleed. Crap! Fingrs crossed!

5Fri12WD 0.0.0a Did the Health Checks, and got the too large a size shoes out so as not to forget to wear them in the morning, on the trip to the Mary Potter Health Clinic. Even though I found that it is dangerous to wear them, judging from my experience doing so today. Any uneven surfaces hobbled along, and the thicker, heavier soles, and loose fitting along with catching the more extended ends, made it a smidge of a dodgy hazardous practise, tripping up-wise. Tsk!

When the fatigue started to dawn, a little earlier than usual as well, I resisted not! I got my dough-bellied, spare-tyred body down in the now-working-again second-hand, ci1968 rusty recliner. I did put the TV on, but obviously knew I was not about to be able to stay awake much longer, but still foolishly tried to watch an episode of ‘Pie in the Sky’. I did well actually, and got through until the second set of banal advertisement, before drifting off into the bliss that is sleep!

Inchcock Today: Friday 28th December 2018: Medicationalisationalistic Mayhem, today! Hehe!


Dec28 2018

Friday 28th December 2018

Nepali: शुक्रबार 28 डिसेम्बर 2018

00:08hrs. I bestirred, feeling tired still, and gently moved the limbs and joints of my poor old body… The fluid retention was still testing the limitations of the resistance of the skin in the legs and ankles. I found that my usually scrawny fingers had swollen a bit too. I didn’t fancy the walk to the surgery later for the wickedly timed 09:00hrs appointment with the doctor, then another blood test. But, I think the exercise is needed overall.

WD 0.31.0 I had to laugh when I lowered the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, the legs were so heavy with fluid, the thing ‘clunked’down with a thud! Hehe! I escaped the clutches of the recliner, and poddled carefully to the kitchen, with the intentions of getting the Health Checks done.

WD 0.31.0 But, I was side-tracked by a call to the Porcelain Throne, so, off to the wet room. Massive evacuation, a bit of bleeding… but worst of all, the little boils on the bum seemed to have increased in number. Worra life, gerrin’ old! Then I discovered the Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been leaking again.

5Fri004WD 0.31.0 Cleaned up, to the kitchen. Oh, dearie me… When I did the washing up last night, I placed a cleaned saucepan on the hob, and had not turned the power off! Luckily, it was left on the lowest setting. I even managed to save the pan for a change and cleaned it up. Rather pleased with my effort in this.

5Fri001WD 0.31.0 Ah, the papsules had returned to my left hand! I’m getting fed up with all these sudden ailments coming at the same time! The Papsules back, Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding, the fluid retention, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion flowing again, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, etc.

However, the knee and ankle giving way had not happened for a few days. I assume that the fluid crammed in the legs is preventing it? Hahaha! Hey-Ho!

At last, I got around to doing the Health Checks.


5Fri001bI think the resulting readings were fine this time. Guessing really, Hehe!

I’m assuming the fluid retention is the reason for the increase in weight?

I noticed that this month Cetraben emulsifying emollient cream, had a new warning on the 5Fri003alabel: 

Flammable Keep your body away from fire or flames after you have put on the medicine dressing and clothing in contact with this product are easily ignited by a naked flame!

I got the computer on and checked the Emails first in case any appointments or messages had come in from The GUM clinic or other of my medical second-homes. Hehe! I got this one from Sherrington Park Medical Practise:


WD 0.31.0 So, that’s been Monday, Thursday, and today this week, and now I’m booked in for next Monday. I’ve had calls from the ADVATC Anticoagulation Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic as well. Might the end be nigh? Hehehe! Fret not, though. ♫’Que sera, sera’♫, there is more in life to worry about than death! Anyway, I’m not ready yet. Haha!

I set about updating the Thursday written narrative. Got it finished and posted off, then started this blog off. Visited the WordPress Reader section. Went on the TFZer Facebooking.

5Fri007Got some breakfast nibbled.

Watched a bit of YouTube accident clips.

Off to get the ablutions sorted out. The cunning EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) were all keeping their heads down, I didn’t see a single one?

5Fri007aBoy, were the legs well-bloated with water, or what? I’d just taken off my night socks. The limbs look ready to burst open. Hehe!

Then hurried and scurried around getting ready and off to the surgery.

5Fri08It was about 0800hrs as I left the flats, but it was still a little murky looking out there.

I place my big white bag of recyclables near the caretaker’s door. To the left of this photographicalisation, taken as I set off!

As I walked along Chestnut Walk, I took this 5Fri08aphotograph on the right about, of part of what will be new parking spaces for the better-off of the inmates with vehicles.

As I got ready to take a shot of the Winwood Extra Care and Winchester Courts, Obersturmbannführeress Deana came out of the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, 5Fri09Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. We exchanged a few words, had a laugh, and I went back to taking the picture.

5Fri10As I turned right, down Winchester Road Hill, the colouring was much different to yesterday, and the daylight seemed to arrive quickly.

I plodded on down the road, and on to Mansfield Road. 

Were I nipped into the Continental Store to get a loaf of their excellent, but very expensive sliced bread. I came out with the sliced bread, 5Fri10asome cooked meat to go on it and a beef tomato. Now all I need is some potato curls from Lidl and a bottle of liquid soapflakes from Wilko.

A few more vehicles and Nottinghamians about this morning compared to yesterday. At the traffic light junction with Haydn Road, I thought the view related to how I felt for some 5Fri11reason, I forget what it was now. Tsk!

A little farther up the hill, my first Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was espied on the other side of the road. A long way off, but the zoom feature on the camera allowed me to catch the little scallywag!

5Fri12Minutes later, Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist I caught number two.

He was extra naughty, as he swerved towards me as he shot by! Git!

Up and over the hill and down to Carrington and the Sherringham Park Medical Practice. My second home. Hahaha!

I got inside and handed the receptionist the appointment letter that Nurse Ann had printed off for me yesterday. A gentle frown appeared on the angels face, and after a quick clandestine word with the other receptionist, I was told to take a seat, which I did. I got out the Clarkson book and had a good read before Doctor Vindla came to fetch me into her room.

WD 0.31.0 As I struggled to get up and wavered a bit, my bag caught the decorated Christmas Tree, and a bauble fell off and into my bag!

In the surgery, I was told the blood test for today had been cancelled, and the Monday appointment is still on.

I explained my concerns, and the ever-patient Doctor gave me an examination or two. She checked my legs and asked questions about them. Regarding my memory and dizzies, she arranged for me to visit her on Monday, before the Blood Test with the nurse, she warned me it would be a lengthy examination, and made it for 11:20hrs. (Fungal Lesion?) She then sent a prescription electronically to the chemist, for some Furosemide PhEur tablets. A warning notice:

FDA warning: Liver function warning: This drug has a black box warning. This is the most serious warning from the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). A black box warning alerts doctors and patients to drug effects that may be dangerous!
Furosemide is a strong diuretic (water pill) that helps your body get rid of excess water. It does this by increasing the amount of urine your body makes. If you take too much of this drug, it can lead to very low amounts of water and electrolytes in your body. This can cause dehydration. Your doctor will monitor your fluid levels and may change your dosage based on those levels.

Low blood pressure warning: This drug can cause low blood pressure. Symptoms include feeling dizzy and faint after standing up. If this occurs, move slowly when changing positions after sitting or lying down. If this problem continues, call your doctor.
Low potassium levels warning: This drug can cause low potassium levels. (Potassium is a mineral that helps your nerves, muscles, and organs work normally.) Symptoms include tiredness, muscle weakness, and nausea or vomiting. Call your doctor if you have these symptoms.
Low thyroid levels warning: High doses (over 80 mg) of furosemide can cause low levels of thyroid hormones. If you’re taking high doses of this drug and have symptoms of thyroid problems, call your doctor. These symptoms can include: tiredness, weakness, weight gain, dry hair and skin, increased feelings of being cold.

Oh, dearie me!

I will get an appointment from the QMC within six weeks. (Not sure what this is was for?)

I thanked her, and left on my way to the Carrington Pharmacy, to collect the Furosemide. When I told them about the thermometer, I’d bought from them yesterday, the fact that I had to keep buying cover cones for it and I could not hear the supposed two tones, even with the machine inside my ear! The Pharmacist came over, and what flowed from his lips about my thermometer complaint, was pure genius! Admittedly on their own, the facts he stated were absolute gobbledegook, gibberish, balderdash and mumbo-jumbo, but his use of double-talk and his timing were perfect, to bamboozle even an educated person into believing his jabberwocky, let alone an idiot like me. Admiration flowed, as I departed the Chemists and went off to Lidle for a nosey around. I got the curly fries as planned, some mushrooms and a bottle of bleach.

5Fri013Paid on the self-serve till, and caught a but back to Sherwood.

When I dropped off the bus, I wondered if Holland & Barrett had any of the French Chestnuts in stock. I know they are ridiculously costly, but they are gorgeous. I popped into the shop, to find they were selling them at Half-Price! I weakened and bought every jar they had left, all four! £3.50 down to £1.75!

Then over the road and called in the Wilko Store for the liquid soapflakes. Then into the next two charity shops, but I didn’t buy anything.

5Fri014Up to the bus stop, to be joined later by Doreen. A natter and laugh on the way home.

I got the things put away, turned on the oven ready for the curly fries later, had an SSWW, and put half a Furosemide tablet in the evening’s dosage pot with the other ones.

Got stuck into updating this blog.

Got caught up to here, and the weariness downed.

5Fri34So, I got the nosh sorted out. The Lidl potato curls were seasoned perfectly to my palate. The chestnuts tasted A1, and the pork and tomato sarnie was as good a one as I’ve ever had! Flavour rating of 9.45/10 given!

I soon ate it all up, not that there was a lot of it for once, and I made another sandwich up.

Sat down again to eat the new sarnie, and watch a ‘Frost’ DVD… I woke with sarnie still precariously balanced on the folds of my stomach and the TV still on!

Inchcock – Thu 25 Oct 2018: Weevils, Whoopsiedangleplops, Social Hour, Shakes and Dizzies, today, Ah, well!


Thursday 25th October 2018

Danish: Torsdag den 25 Oktober 2018

0000hrs: Woke, reluctant to stir. Fell asleep again. Had a dream, something involving my younger days and the mistakes and wrong choices made.

0105hrs: I was still reluctant to leave my pleasant nocturnalness.

2Tue03 As an unintended agrypnotic, as I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner, I gave myself a toe-stubbing of nocive agony! I caught the corn at the same time. That woke me up alright! I managed to contain the urge to cry-out, so as not to disturb my conjoining neighbours.

Limpingly, I responded to the call for a wee-wee and made sure I had some Rentokil Bug Killer with me, so I could do an investigation and elimination patrol for the Evil ironclad 4Thu001aBoll-Weevil black biting beetles.

2Tue03 In the wet room, they seemed to have called up their Territorial Reserve Battalion from somewhere. There were some dead ones, but mostly the little illegal immigrants were alive and active. Not for long, the spray did its job. I’ll hoover up the corpses later when I can use the noisy vacuum.

4Thu01Into the spare room, where I found far less of the little varmints on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge.

All of these were dead, so the spray is still working on some of them, at least.

Then I went off to the kitchen, got the kettle on, the sphygmomanometer ready for the Health Checks to be done.

4Thu001I’d got a recycling bag made up from yesterday to take down later. It had some Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the outside of it, and a LadyBug as well. The Weevils on this bag were much larger than the others elsewhere in my infested Nottingham City Homes apartment. A few dead ones found around, but not many.

These invaders count seems to change every morning. And, how come no other flat has them? This is highly discriminatory. I may write to the European Court of Human Rights about it… No, maybe not! Hehe!

The hemadynamometer worked first-try this morning.


4Thu02The Sys and Dia were both well down for a change. But, the Pulse and Temp remain at the same was yesterday, high.

I shall try to get a bit of hobbling, perhaps around town done today, after the Winwood Social Meeting. Or, maybe a walk to Arnold and feed the mallards… maybe not though, I’ll be tempted to but fodder I don’t need? No, best a bus to town and wander around the side street 4Thu03aand alleyways taking photographicalisations to put on the TFZer site.

Took the medications, made a brew… and had to go for a Porcelain Throne visit. I hope it’s not going to be like yesterdays multiple sessions! I took a Dia-Limit capsule, just in case.

On the computer. Got the Wednesday diary updated and posted off to WordPress.

4Thu04Went on the TFZer Facebook.

The Morrison fodder is arriving twixt 0600>0700hrs, so I’d better get the ablutions done now. No shower, cause it would make noise this early and get me in deep-water with my neighbours.

He showed up as I was typing in the above paragraph.

4Thu05I got the bags sorted out.

I’d ordered some Sourdough sliced bread for today. Not cheap, but I do hope its good and tasty.

I received a free tea-bag of Yorkshire Evening Tea, decaffeinated. And a can of Pale Ale. I’ll give these away later.

I now have a well-stuffed refrigerator with lots of fodder, to keep me going for a few days at least, Hehehe!

Off to the Social Meeting, taking the big white bag of recyclable waste down with me, and dropping off two black bags of rubbish, popping them in the chute on the way down.

The welcoming, but, the cold sun was shining outside.

I took the recyclable bag to the caretaker’s door.

4Thu06Where I noticed one of the workers working on setting up some window frames.

I wasn’t sure if he was doing these for the new Extra Care Block, or for finishing off the few odd balconies on Woodthorpe Court. These are the ones that could not be finished earlier due to support bars for the hoist going through to the wall.

4Thu06aThen I took a snap of another chap in his giant fork-lift come plant machine as I passed him by.

I suffered a very mild Dizzy Dennis attack at this point. It did not last for too long it was a bit too strong for my liking.

However, things were back to normal within a couple of minutes, and I managed to keep my balance without too much effort.

4Thu07I spotted that some of the scaffolding had been removed from the new Extra Care Block.

This revealed some of the outer skin of the building, showing the new, different colouring for the block.

I like it!

I pressed on and arrived at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Oberstgruppenführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Where a scarcity of tenants was found to attend.

I put the prizes on the trolley, handed around the nibbles and has a few chinwags. Things were going well thanks to Cyndy helping by taking over while Jenny is in India on holiday.

2Tue03 Abruptly, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I had hoped to catch the bus to town, but would now miss it, as I had to get to the flat and the wet room sharpishly. I had to say my farewells and leave hastily.

4Thu07aI did take this photographicalisation of the crowded road near the bus stop outside the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Catwalk Models Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.

2Tue03 As I was walking along Chestnut Walk to the apartment, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun paid me another visit. This time a long one from Dizzy that put the wind up me for a while. I stood for ages leaning up against the fencing, pretending to be looking at the New Build progress. I’m not sure what happened then, but I found myself in the lift cage as things came back into perspective. No hassle from Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun now, and I felt okay, apart from the urgency of needing another visit to the Porcelain Throne. Bit of a blank period, I think. Not much distinctness about the last few minutes.

I got inside and to the wet room instanter!

2Tue03 Sat upon the Throne, the mind wandered over and considered the situation. I decided not to risk going out. This being my third or fourth visit. Plus the apparent threat of Dennis’s Dizzies and Shaun’s Shaking returning. The evacuation was no bother.

I took a magnesium and Ramipril capsule with the midday medications and got the Health Checks done. Pulse still high?

I’ve made notes to tell th2U01e nurse about at Tuesday’s INR Warfarin blood test.

I tried doing some graphics, but the concentration went after doing a couple of them. No more Dizzies, though.

Then, I just know that you are going to find this terribly had to believe.

Even staggering, amazing, astonishing, astounding, confounding, incredible, mind-boggling, overwhelming, shocking, stunning, surprising, unbelievable, mind-blowing, and that it all a fantasy… but


Computer abandoned.

I did a good bug spraying in each room bar the one where I sleep in the £300 second-hand recliner.

I took this panoramic shot of down below, from the kitchen window when @I did the last Health Checks and took the medications.


4Thu24Sorted the nosh. Served it up. Ate most of it.

The slice of Warburtons Toastie bread with sourdough was unstimulating, bland and flavourless. The rest of the meal just about passable. 5/10 Taste-Rating.

I put the TV on after consulting the programme listings and picking out a few to watch… but I fell asleep within a minute… Zzzz. Nice!

Inchcock – Wed 24th October 2018: Mixed sort of day, good and bad, highs and lows…


Wednesday 24th October 2018

German: Mittwoch 24 Oktober 2018

2320hrs: Early wake-up time, I know. But I had a funny turn yesterday and fell asleep really early. Yet on waking-up, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, and Duodenal Donald had all stopped giving me hassle! (Fair enough, Duodenal Donald returned with his stabbing pain an hour or so later, Humph!) The brain seemed to become active sooner as well, no blague nonsense rumbling around in there either. (I wasn’t sure if I should be happy about this or not?)

As I tackled the exiting of my torso with the tremendously bulbous stomach attached, from the £300 second-hand recliner, I spotted signs of my having committed some nocturnal nibbling! The contents of the pot of potato thins and cheeselets had decreased dramatically! Eizel! The summoning from the innards to use the Porcelain Throne arrive.

The evacuation was a decent one.

3Wed001 I spotted around ten dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, one alive, a big un as well! So got the can of spray and squirted the wet room, emptied the spray, so I got another to investigate the spare room. About fifteen Weevils on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, all around the little holes in the sealant, all dead. Into the kitchen. Only about ten Weevil bodies found in there, none alive and no LadyBugs today.

Did the Health Checks and tool the medications. Results were not good, mind.


I set about creating a post with all the sky pictures from yesterday and adding writing pose and some humorous drivel.

3Wed001 A second call to the Throne arrived. Longer session t his one, I got a couple of pages of the book read.

Back to the computer, and concentrated on the Picture/funny Poem blog.

3Wed001 Two hours or so later, a third demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Evacuation same as the last one.

Back to the blog making. Eventually, I got it finished and posted off. Phew, a long job that one was!

Then I had to update and finish yesterday’s blog.

Made a brew and then… 3Wed001 Back to the Porcelain Throne for the fourth time! Getting worried about this, now. Where is it coming from? Hehe!

Went on the WordPress Reader section, then finished off the diary and posted it off.

Next, on to the TFZer Facebook to add photographs to the albums.

I went on the YouTube thingy while I waited for it to be late enough to use the noisy shower to do my ablutions.

Had a spray around with the ‘Sanmex Bug Killer. Then went to get the ablutions sorted out.

3Wed001 Dang and botherations! I needed a fifth session on the throne! Oh dearie me! Not runny either?

Several Weevils had appeared again, so I collected to bodies up.

Teggies and shaving were done, I was about to get into the shower and what came over the air-waves on the Radio Nottingham News…

3Wed001 There had been stabbings and attempted murder! All with a short distance of the Nottingham Arboretum!

  • Police in Nottingham are investigating after two separate stabbings in the city in the space of fewer than six hours.
    Detectives investigating the first stabbing in Nottingham yesterday have found a black car believed to have been used in the attack. Suspected attempted murder.
  • A man in his twenties suffered life-threatening injuries behind flats near North Sherwood Street at about 14:00.
    Two arrests have been made in connection with the second stabbing in nearby Burns Street, Arboretum, at around 7.30pm.
    Residents living in the Arboretum area have been left terrified and on edge after two stabbings in a matter of hours.

Blimey, that is close to where I was hobbling around on Monday, too! Oy Gevalt!

Visitors and tourists are all welcomed to Nottingham.

I took two black bags to the waste chute on the way out.

I took two black bags to the waste chute on the way out.

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3Wed03I had a quick natter with Pint-Puller and Perambulator Paulius and another chap. I forgot to ask his name. 

Took a shot of Winchester Court and part of the New Build. The lads were up on the hoists grafting away.

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin.

I had a natter with Oberfeldwebeless Deana and Stabsfeldwebeless Julie and Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Lynne. Ah, I nearly forgot, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. Suffice to say we spoke.

3Wed04aA new bit of Nottinghamian Street Art was spotted, towards the end of Chestnut Walk.

3Wed001 Apparently, the inspection pit and had been destroyed by vehicles, most likely wagons or lorries parking up on the grass verge.

Not that poor devils have much choice in the matter, like!

3Wed001 Still, it’ll come in use, as somewhere for folks to throw their half-eaten fooder and bottles down into. At least somebody has put a damaged piece of barrier over it for us old fogies. So, we can trip 3Wed05over it, as opposed to falling down the hole. Which I think is prospectively the better choice, injury-wise? I thank you!

I pressed on down Winchester Street Hill.

Pleased to report that part of the footpath was accessible this morning, mind you, some of the workers, merchants, and tradespeople had not yet arrived on site. Those that had parked had left me with up to 3Wed05a - Copythree foot of pavement width to walk on, as opposed to Monday’s three-inches, so things were improving.

The expressions the Sherwoodite’s faces depicted that a mood of Dysphoria was being shared around by all and sundry.

I went into the shop and grabbed two of the orange and vanilla croissants. They had no lemon that I could see. But being on offer, I still bought two. I want to be able to treat Frank when he gets back off of holiday, I’d already got a treat in the spare room for 3Wed05aJenny. Oh, and Pennies Birthday present too. I got a sliced loaf, some Sopocka and a tin of beef and peas as well.

I hobbled back to Winchester Street. As I turned the corner, with the feet aching like crazy, I noticed that I had just missed two buses, the L9 and the 40. As they both past me by, it dawned on me that it didn’t matter really, for two reasons.

  • One: It was too early for me to use my free pensioner pass anyway!
  • Two: I was quite happy to suffer Anne Gyna, the accompanying shortage of breath and Arthur Itis giving me stick as I struggled up the hill. Cause the exercise would be good for the metal-ticker and Hippy Hilda. Bloody painful, but therapeutic. Hehehe!

3Wed07As I got about half-way up the hill, I had to stop to catch my breath. Anne Gyna was giving me bother.

But, it was not all gloom. For the sunshine got through straight ahead of me before the first bend in the road. I didn’t think that the photo on the left would come out good at all, but as you see, it wasn’t too bad an effort.

3Wed001 I then turned to my left, to take a long distance snap, of the top of both blocks of flats, up Cavendish Vale. But the picture did not show up on the viewer? I’m confused about what I did wrong here?

3Wed06So, I took this shot of Winchester Street instead.

I tackled the last stretch up the hill, and within a minute of getting on the flat on Chestnut Walk, Anne Gyna eased off. Even Hippy Hilda was not so bad now.

I only saw one resident on the walk along to the flats. I think the workers might have been on their lunch break.

Up the elevator to the flat, and had a wee-wee. As I did, I thought I felt a little gurgling from the lower regions, surely not a sixth Porcelain Throne session brewing up, I thought. What’s going on here?

3Wed08I got the fodder from the bag, put the Sopocka cooked pork in the fridge. Sarnies and sliced potatoes with tomatoes methinks later on.

I want to stay awake and get some graphics prep work done if I can. It will depend on when the sudden Weariness and tiredness dawns on me. Humph!

Made a brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications… then…

3Wed001 It arrived. Incredible! The sixth visit to the Porcelain Throne! Not loose or anything, getting fed-up with this though.

Washed up well, and back to the computer to update this blog as far as here!

Then added some photographs to the TFZer Facebook.

3Wed29Got the nosh sorted and served. And very nice it was too!

Buttered fresh bread, tomatoes, sliced seasoned potatoes, pickled gherkins, smoked mackerel in veg sauce, a few potato thins and a lemon mousse to follow.

Gave this effort a 9.2/10 Flavour-Rating.

Did the last Health Checks and took the medications.

The emptied plate and tray on the chair and I drifted off with the TV on, within minutes!

Inchcock – Sunday 21st October 2018: Much graphicationalisationing achieved. Then the ailments attacked. Tsk!


Sunday 21st October 2018

Italiano: Domenica 21 Ottobre 2018

0030hrs: Woke, with no signs of the bedevilled mood of last night. In fact, I was mentally feeling somewhat spontaneously perky, chirpy and kinetic. No damp, wet feelings from Little Inchies fungal lesion area and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were only itching, no pain, no bleeding.

I even found I was humming and singing to myself before I’d tackled the usually painful and challenging job of removing my flobby-stomach-dominated torso from the £300 second-hand recliner. Which I did, without any Accifauxpa, Whoopsiedangleplop or toe-stubbing! Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun both kept off, as well. Hippy Hilda let me be, as well!

This mental qui vive, I found incredible, unnatural and synthetic to my lifestyle. If I could understand why I felt like this, to realise the reason, then maybe I could relax more. My high EQ warned me that things would soon deteriorate! Yet, I ignored it for once, carried on singing and got myself up.

I decided to go on my morning parasiticide mission, with a can of both ‘Raid’ and ‘Sanmex’ killer sprays at hand!

7Sun15The results: Kitchen: 1 live Weevil – three dead. Wet Room: 21 dead Weevils – two live ones. Spare Room: 30 or so dead Weevils – two live! Add to this, in the wetroom I felt sure the one live beast was of a different race or type. But he disappeared down the hole in the floor covering corner sealant before I could get a better look. Tsk!

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Washed the hands and returned to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.


Took the medications with some spring water. Made a brew of tea, and the need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne arrived. By gum, it was good one too! No bleeding at all! Far less liquidified, I even managed to read a couple of pages of Jeremy Clarkson unofficial biography.

BikeGot the computer on, while crossing my fingers that the $111.9 million salaried CEO of Liberty-Global Virgin Media, Mr Fries, might have got the connection working correctly again. All seemed to be working. It comes to something when one has to mention this so often.

I set about finishing off the Saturday post. Took me around two hours.

Then I went on TFZer Facebooking. Got some graphics I’d done posted as well.

BikeI added these to the Facebook album for each TFZer gal, and the Facebook gallery of TFZer Transport album, and put them on the TFZer site as well.

On to WordPress comments, there were tons of them to reply to.

But I soon got them both done. Hehe!

7Sun16Made a start on this blog as far as here.

Then as I went to make another brew of tea, the view outside looked grand, some I fetched the camera to take some shots across from left to right.

Things seemed to be going well as I hung out of the window to take the photographicalisation.

For some reason, the close up of the moon did not turn out much like it actually looked to the naked eye? I took several pictures of the yellow moon above the horizon of the buildings, but none of them proved to be a good one.

This is the best of the bunch. The last two were, I think the only ones that came out alright.

On the last one at the bottom, shows the new unwanted light and view-blocking balcony.

Of course, you can’t see the warped wooden flooring, bird-poo covered glass, or the whatever it is crumbling from the ceiling, which is the old underpart of the balcony above. But, the bird’s feathers, fleas, LadyBugs and nuts and bolts give it a bit of character, though.

Really though, we tenants are being treated to a £2M upgrade. Fair enough it’s about 19 months now and still a long way to go, much more to come. My fear is the fitting of the Fire Sprinklers. Well, not the fitting, but the mess that will be left behind. Mostly from the electricians and any plasterers. Let’s face it with the plasterer ruining my carpets, they will need replacing, curtains and blinds buying for all the windows and a mass of cleaning up and sorting out to do when it is finally finished. I’d better stop thinking about it now, I’m upsetting myself. Hehehe!

When it came to my closing the new window, after completing the photographicalisationing, things got a tad embarrassing.

7Sun18WD74.1.1 The intelligent design of the new unwanted window handles are.

  • In the down position, the window is closed.
  • Half-way, the window opens downwards.
  • Pointed upwards, they open sideways.

Clever stuff, eh! That is until a Klutz like me uses them.

For the life of me, I could not get the handle to go down, to close it after use. Much grunting and selecting words of a dubious nature, did not help. Eventually, I worked it out. If you catch and move the key in the lock, even an eighth of an inch from centre, the mechanism will not shut. Ah, well, now I know! Hehe!

Back on to CorelDraw to work on some graphics. Got a lot done from the photographs I took from Gaynor’s flat window. ♥ I faded weary-wise quickly as I finished doctoring these graphics. Here they are… The Willmott-Dixon lads and contractors! I’ll use some later as Inchcock Today page headers as well.

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Making the meal, I had an attack from Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, only short ones, but they left me with sudden dysbulia and weariness. My life and will-power batteries had abruptly run out.

I felt so tired and incapable of mental rationale.


It was very odd, but I only ate one bit of the bread and a couple of spoonfuls of the beef and bean stew, before just giving up, taking the tray into the kitchen and disposing of the fodder. After all that effort to make the dish in the first place, and get it right, too! Ay-yay-yay! 

Then I sat down and had hours of nodding-offs, for times varying from a minute to five-minutes and almost jumping awake again repeatedly. The brain showed no interest, subservient to my condition of being befuddled at my own acceptiveness of the situation.

Inchcock – Thursday 18th October 2018: My rear-end much easier now – Social Hour enjoyed. Freda Fatigue arrived mega-early today.


Thursday 18th October 2018

French: Jeudi 18 Octobre 2018

2355hrs: Yesterday tea-time, I must have nodded-off into the land of Nod. Cause I woke up with entirely eaten and it looked like I’d licked clean the meal plate on the dinner tray on the other chair, some six hours later, when I woke up.

As the brain joined in with me, there were no meandering or going off on its own tangents this morning – the concentration was on the state of my rear end after yesterdays procedure. Through gritted teeth with the pain (Not Harolds Haemorrhoids, it was Hippy Hilda playing up this time), I freed my cumbersome flobby-body from the £300 second-hand working again recliner, and off to the wet room, remembering to take the notes given me yesterday, on how to remove the er… erm… ‘Covering’ from the rear end. I was pleased with myself for thinking to take the notes with me. I stripped down and assumed the stance as advised. Got into position and consulted the leaflet… Huh!

WPA02a Had to stop and return to the main room to collect the reading spectacles. Klutz! I returned and consulted the written information. A piece of cake, a blurge! As instructed I washed things after the removal, with the tube of whatever was in it they gave me. Then super-dried the area and applied the Anusol. I’ve never had less pain from that area, for years! I felt I could dance and do the high-kick! But wouldn’t risk it with Hippy Hilda being a nuisance and playing me up. Now, there I was, swanking in a Smug Mode Class 1+!

Deerhat2aThis state was soon tested, for the call to use the Porcelain Throne arrived moments later. But, it was nothing to worry about, not that I was concerned at all of course. Lie Mode Adopted. The evacuation was painless, and there were only the tiniest few specks of blood.

WPA02a Getting up from the Porcelain Throne seemed to annoy Hippy Hilda a bit, mind. So I dowsed the hip and lower back with some of the pain-gel and rubbed it in well. Then, off to the kitchen and took the morning medications with some spring water. Then did the Health Checks. It took me three tries to get the sphygmomanometer to work.




Went to make a mug of tea, and hung myself… wait for it… out of the window Hehe! , to take this photograph.

You can see how far the new unwanted view and light blocking window ledge sticks out in the photo. Making it impossible to take a picture of below and be able to view the camera at the same time. I can’t look down to watch for any dangers either, or if the Fire Brigade are on site in the event an activation?

4Thu001aThe Sys and Dia were still high, but down on the earlier ones. So, that was good!

It felt so cold now in the flat. Although the meter-thingy indicated the opposite temperature-wise. What does the high humidity mean? Rain coming?

0200hrs: Computer on to update and finalise the Wednesday Diary. With my being incapacitated by fatigue yesterday, so not being able to do any updating then, I knew this would be along job, with all the photographs, blank spots etc. I didn’t get it finished until 0625hrs!

4Thu03Off for a wee-wee, collecting these dead evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the wet-room, about twenty more in the spare room and eight in the kitchen.

Had a spray around with the Sanmex Bug Killer spray, the spent a few minutes coughing and spluttering. Tsk!


On with the ablutions next job.

WPA02a As indicated my bloodied face towel in this picture, I made a bit of a hash of shaving and acquired a few nicks along the way.

Probably because I was trying to rush in case the Iceland delivery arrived early. It never has before, but you never know.

4Thu06WPA02a The cloud formations looked rather appealing, and I took a photograph of them. I never found out what the spot was lower right in the picture. I thought it was something on the lens perhaps, but after wiping with a lens cloth, it was still there?

I used the blow duster, and it seems to have gone now?

4Thu06aDelivery from Iceland arrived.

There was no way of checking if I had made errors or they had. The receipt only lists the product and quantity, no prices. Oh, and Unavailable items. Which were Warburtons 400g Danish White and Twixt 6pk. I cannot remember ordering any Danish bread. Also, they sent and charged me for a Warburton’s Toastie loaf? I believed I had only ordered the Ciabatta bread, which also came. The giant pack, 1Kg of smoked back bacon, will last me a good while before it goes off. Hehe! I assume it was all my errors though, I regularly get the orders wrong.

I went on the TFZ Facebook Internet dead slow!


Morrison order for next Thursday completed.

4Thu07aOff with the bag to the Winwood Social Meeting. I dropped off a bag of recyclable stuff and put it in the industrial bin that was ready for collection. I know I put it in the right one, cause the caretaker pointed with his mobile to the correct container to use, as he muttered “Bruraberer!” or something like that to me. Hehe!

I plodded on to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.

Not so many in attendance today. Many, including Jenny and BJ that I knew, were on holiday. Cyndy was running things. Gaynor, I got to see about visiting her flat to take some photographs from a different perspective. She told me top, floor flat number 87, I can go in the morning, but not before 1030hrs. The gal is the opposite of me, late to bed and a late riser. Nice of her to let me visit. She had her daughter visit, and we all had a little natter, which I enjoyed. Handed out the nibbles and had a good few chinwags.

I have to say, I was a bit nervous about sitting down on the haemorrhoids, and stood up throughout. Coward! Haha! True!

4Thu07Back to the flat, up the lift with a friendly lady from the 6th floor, we had a talk on the way. 

I wish we all could wear nametags, then I might remember peoples names!

Got in and put the bag away, made a brew and did the Health Checks.

WPA02a Twas then it dawned, I’d made another cock-up with the fodder order. I had a part-used tub of Lurpak butter and a full one delivered today, and I’ve gone and put a pack of Anchor butter on next Thursday’s Morrison order – What a Nebech! So I went on the site to remove the butter from the order. I’ve changed it now.

4Thu24Got the meal of sorts prepared. Ciabatta ham sarnies, tomatoes and chips.

Took the medications while eating the wonderfully enjoyable nosh.

WPA02a Fatigue came very early today, likely the wearing off, the final end of the anaesthetic’s pleasing after-effects, I suppose. Shame, Hehe!

Inchcock – Tuesday 16th October 2018: The infesting evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles launch Counter-attack!


Tuesday 16th October 2018

 Hebrew: יום שלישי 16 אוקטובר 2018

0100hrs: I woke with the mind in an enigmaticalisationalistic mode, Delphic-like. Plenty of thoughts, ideas, and designs floating about in the grey-cells, but without any workable, or plausible, formable ideas in the gallimaufry of lurking hopes and oracularly impractical intentions. Slowly, these wild thoughts and ideas faded. Mainly, thanks to the importunate and sudden arrival of the need for the Porcelain Throne usage.

Wd BLACK The extraction of my overweight but flobby body-mass, from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, must have looked to anyone watching, a performance, that was equal to many of Charlie Chaplin’s film comedy scenes. I do wish there had been a CCTV in the room, to record the farce! It may well have gone viral on YouTube!

  • The mechanism stopped working half way down…
  • My attempt at sliding down the front, caused the removal of a bottle of spring water, the TV remote control, a pen and notepad and a tube of pain-gel to tumble to the floor…
  • Further painful physical efforts, accompanied by a few words that I shall not repeat here…
  • I was out and standing up getting my balance…
  • And trod on the tube of Phorpain gel, jetting a blast of the gel from the tube, that shot up my leg… So I took the opportunity to give it a good rubbing of medicine-gel in around the Arthur Itis affected knees and ankles, so it wasn’t all bad. And, there was enough to do the hands and wrists with as well. Hehehe!

By the time I’d sorted things and myself out, the need for the Porcelain Throne had grown to Defcon Three! I arreptitiously hastened to the wet room.

Wd BLACK As I sat there evacuating, I counted the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles I could see on the floor. Five live adult ones and eighteen dead ones! I found many more, later when I could use the hoover to gather them all up with!

After the session, and cleaning things up, I found that both Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding far less than they have of late. Good!

2Tue04I visited the hallway, kitchen and then the main room on a Weevil Patrol, dispensing another can of Rentokil Bug Killer as I went. I could not get into the spare room, as I had left the collapsable airer table in the doorway. It had the bobble-hats on it, and they were still not dry enough to wear. I did not want to move the airer, as it has a tendency to collapse when you look at it, never mind try to touch it! Tsk!

The kitchen had a count of at least twenty-five dead Weevil carcases, and a trio of live adults. No LadyBugs spotted this morning. The main room had around twenty or so dead Weevils near the balcony doors. The spray used-up, I got the Computer on ready to do the Health Check graph later on… and guess what…


Yes, a dead Weevil on the computer screen? I’m getting to lose faith that I’ll ever be free of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle invaders!

I tended to the Health Checks. The sphygmomanometer worked first try.


2Tue001Wd BLACK I was a touch aghast at the first readings results. I went to photograph the machine with the results, but for some reason, it came out all too blurred. I’m sure I didn’t have a Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis moment! This seems to be happening a lot lately?

I did another hemadynamometer test that came out with a lower Sys, Dia and Pulse reading from five minutes earlier? The sys and Dia were still too high I think.

2Tue05Wd BLACK I went to take the medication pills and tablets. I found a possible reason for the high readings. I discovered that I had not actually taken yesterdays medications, cause they were still in the tub!

What an absolutely ‘Farmisht fool I am!’

Taking today’s standard beta-blocker along with the other tablets and capsules, was all I could do. I dare not risk taking any more than one Bisoprolol noctidiurnally.

Wd BLACK I sneezed, and it felt like something had got into my eye. It’s been irritating the hell out of me ever since!

With all the Whoopsidangleplops and Accifauxpas, I’d now been up and about for over four hours and was only just getting around to updating yesterdays blog and got it posted off, at last.

Wd BLACK Making a start on this blog… and guess what…


The glacial-paced periodic Virgin Internet signal did improve later, up to snail-paced. Already!

I gave up and went to do the ablutions. I had to remove more Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles from the floor before getting in the shower, fifteen dead and three live ones.

All freshened up, and made a black bag for the waste chute, got my bag and with hearing aids in, the right glasses on, the wristwatch on my wrist (Smug Mode Adopted), and hope in my heart, I departed. Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin. In the quest to beg if anyone knows the cost of the buses, (For the morning, as I will be travelling too early for me to use the free bus pass [Sob2Tue07!]). And see if someone can help in changing a £10 note for me so I can have the right amount of coins to pay the driver with.

The rain had stopped, but it was looking murky out there. I took a snap of Winchester Court and a section of the new Extra Care and Wardens Offices being built.

Lynne, Cindy, Jolly Big John and Welsh William were inside, along with a few other 2Tue07btenants, awaiting the arrival of the bus. After a natter with them, I went into the Oberscharführeresses Office, and made a plea, could anyone help change a tenner for me, please. Thankfully, Oberstgruppenführeress Deana obliged me, bless her cotton socks! ♥

Thanked her and went back into the main room and inquired if anyone knew what the bus fare is on the 40 bus. Two of the clan suggested I can get a £4 all-day ticket from the driver. Excellent idea! Welsh William told me they were only £4. More help from the Woodthorpe Clan!

I departed and had several chinwags with the people at the bus stop. Caroline from the private full-care unit at the end of the road arrived. Not seen her for a while and we gossiped a time. She sounded a little more determined not to worry about her family members and concentrate on herself today. That was good. The eye was giving me such hassle still, and 2Tue08aI decided to make my way back to the flats, out of the wind.

Said my cheery-byes to everyone and hobbled along Chestnut Walk back to Woodthorpe Court.

Taking this photograph of Winchester Court as I walked along. The Willmott-Dixon lads seem to be getting on quicker with the balconies in this block. I suppose they have learned what the problems that they came across doing the Woodthorpe block were, and have avoided the same hassles?

2Tue09As I neared the foyer entrance, it looked like the area had been declared a ‘No-go’ one. Haha!

I was getting a bit annoyed with whatever was in my eye. But as two of the gals in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress catwalk Model Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed, said to me: I can always try to get some advice from the nurses tomorrow at the hospital. Smart gals, I love ’em all!

2Tue11I caught the lift back up to the flat. I had thought of running up the 24 flights of concrete stairs, but I didn’t want to show-off, you know. Lie-Mode Adopted here. Hehe!

I moved the bob-caps and Andy Cap off of the rickety airer, onto the towel warmer which heats a little hotter.

This activity gave me access to enter the spare room, with a can of Rentokil Bug Killer in had, and investigated the unwanted light and view-blocking 2Tue10new window ledge, in search of any live or dead invading infestsational Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

Wd BLACK On the left and right of the sill, there were many dead ones and few live ones. I cleared them and sprayed some more killer juice around. On the right-hand side, there are two very tiny cracks in the plastering, they seem to show interest in these areas?

I’m getting pee’d of with them even more now!

2Tue10aWd BLACK I nipped into the wet room for a wee-wee. Oh, dearie me! The new toothpaste dispenser had somehow fallen into the sink. Which had the daily clothes soaking from the medicationalising of certain areas, in water with bleach, antiseptic disinfectant, and Zoflora!

Wd BLACK So it could not be used and had to be thrown away after getting the inside filled with the bleached water, naturally. But more distressingly: How had the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle found its way up to the sink and onto the part-floating dispenser, alive as well, that I found lying in the water, and took out? They are sturdy, persistent little things, these Weevils!

I washed, then got the computer on again, and added some words to the personal dictionary. Next, I got on with updating this blog.

2Tue12A couple of hours later, I took a break and made a brew of tea. Noticing when I got in the kitchen, a flea on the outside of the window, and wondered if this was the breed of the thousands that have inundated Cyndy and Eric’s flat balcony? I hoped not.

Wd BLACK Then, I let the mug slip out of my fingers. By good fortune it was empty, but it bounced unbroken off of the floor and landed right on my corn! The flipping Whoopsiedanglepops are getting a bit frequent today! Oy Vey!

2Tue12aAlthough I had taken out my hearing aids, I could hear noises out of the unwanted new view and light preventing windows.

I frantically took this blind shot of whatever was underneath. I was concerned in case the fleas/midges might fly into the flat. But none did, I don’t think. It was the worker lads on the hoist that was making different noises than they usually do. Busy chaps.

The weariness dawned suddenly, and concentration went out of the window.

2Tue26I got the nosh cooking. Beef and mildly curried beans with some potato thins.

The Iceland potato thins were uneatable, such was the wishy-washy tastelessness.

However beef was okay, and the curried beans were excellent tasting.

6.9/10 for the overall Flavour Rating.

I got the washing-up done. Did the Health Checks. Took the Medications. And settled to watch some TV… falling asleep at the first commercial break. Ah-well! TTFN


Inchcock – Monday 15th October 2018: Weevil infestation continues, Marathon Hobble in the rain and the fungal lesion bleeds on. Normal day then! Hehe!


Monday 15th October 2018

Greek: Δευτέρα 15 Οκτωβρίου 2018

0000hrs: As I stirred into physical awareness, and waited for the brain to join me, I found the murkiness, opaqueness and mental incapacity of yesterday morning, was nowhere near so bad. In fact, thoughts, ideas, schemes and plans were starting to form in the grey-cells… but these were not utilised, due to the often vagarious, and regularly touch-and-go, summoning to the Porcelain Throne needing an urgent and rapid response.

As I hurriedly hoisted and cajoled the body mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I did notice the absence of any signs of nocturnal nibbling; and this pleased me greatly!

The evacuation was swift and of little substance. A little bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, but nothing worryable. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been phlebotomising a little more than I felt comfortable with. Changed the PPs and washed the dandies. Medicated both areas with their respective creams (Daktacort and Germoloid).

1Mon01Then off on an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black beetles and biting black LadyBug patrol of each room in the apartment.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive The wet room had three live weevils and eighteen dead ones. Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive The spare room produced around twenty-five dead weevils, and four live ones. (I hope they are not getting accustomed and resistant to the sprays?). Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive The kitchen had eight dead weevils, two live ones and three black biting Ladybugs.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive The bugs were caught and released out of the window, only for two more to come in through the opening at the same time! Oy Vey! I couldn’t see where they went. Tsk! Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.

Tended to the medication taking and Health Checks. Made up last weeks graph.


WD51.51.0 deepOlive As I put the kettle on, I had to hobble hurridly back to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuated contents of a badious shade were not bothering me, but the bleeding is coming from Harolds Haemorrhoids had to be tended to again. What with the costly bug sprays, the haemorrhoid creams and I could soon be bankrupt! Hehe!

Did the Sunday Diary updating, and got it posted off to WordPress.


Went to make a brew of tea.

Found this black LadyBug on the counter, the poor thing seemed in pain, at first I thought she might be giving birth, so I observed her.

I hoped she had not been on the floor where the bug spray had been sprayed. Next moment, she flew off into the hallway, never to be seen again. At least she or he wasn’t injured.

1Mon01aaWD51.51.0 deepOlive Began on this post next. I thought I heard a noise from somewhere, so went a look around to see if I could find anything that might have fallen over or off of anything, in the spare room, which is where I thought the noise may have emanated from. I found nothing suspicious.

As I looked down through the unwanted light and view-limiting new window, I could see what looked like a ghost coming from the trees down at the car garages. (It was, in fact, a rain puddle from yesterday, Hehe!

1Mon05aI then took this shot from the same unwanted light and view-limiting new window from a different angle.

It shows Nottingham’s Northern Lights in the distance. Hehe! And the garage area below.

I checked on Google to see if any precipitation was forecast for today – Oh, dear!


Went on WordPress Reader for a while, and then added photographs to the Facebook albums.

Off for a short, sharp wee-wee. I mention this as I had failed to reveal the eight earlier visits so far this morning. Humph, Hehe!

Had a go at updating the personal Dictionary on Excel that mysteriously disappeared!

WD51.51.0 deepOlive Well, blow me down with a feather duster! Back for a third trip to the Porcelain Throne! Getting painful now. Tsk!

Updated this blog.

Ablutions and more medicalisationing tended to.

I put two bob-caps in the sink to clean and soak with the last of the liquid soapflakes.

Two bags to the waste chute on the way out. Where I met Elizabeth from the court and we had a natter, and a laugh then had to speed off to catch the 40 bus to town.

1Mon07Walk in the rain along Chestnut Walk on my marathon hobble to the City Centre.

You can see Elizabeth walking ahead to her bus stop, as she passes the white Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

1Mon07aI was in no rush, and took my time, enjoying the surroundings, the wind and even the rain. I did wonder at the time if I was losing it (the plot), Hehe!

Turned down Winchester Street, and found Elizabeth still at the bus stop awaiting the arrival of her lift. I enjoyed another minute or so of nattering, (she thought I was bonkers walking to town, Haha!) Then I hobbled down the 1Mon07bhill onto Mansfield Road own.

The feet started stinging already. But I was content and was actually savouring the rain-soaked trek.

As I got to top of the first hill, the traffic was starting to form an orderly queue. Hehe!

1Mon15Over the top and down into Carrington.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive Where on my steady limp through the hamlet, I had five Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists pass by me, uncomfortably close as well!

I was only quick enough to photograph three of them, though.

At the traffic light junction with Hucknall Road, I was well-pleased with the resulting photograph of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist with the yellow and green backpack, who had lights on his bike.

No honestly, take a look! Hahaha!

It was the moodiness of the traffic with their lights and the rain reflections that satisfied me the most.

I strolled along to the Forest and up the next, ultimate hill. Passing the Rock Cemetary on the other side of the road, up to the traffic lights.

Crossed and was on a downward slope all the way into the City Centre.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive Where I suffered the one and only spraying of water from a puddle, as a bus drove through it! Soaked-through! Not likely I know, but I thought I heard laughter as it happened. Hehehe!

To the bottom of the hill and into the City Centre. Where, I cut through the Victoria Centre bus station, to escape the rain for a while. As I neared the entrance door, I thought at first that a bus must be on fire. Got closer and saw it was a bus driver having a ‘Vape’ outside. They seem to make more smoke in the rain? Anyway, she had an aniseed flavour one I reckon. It smelt nice.

Through the waiting platforms and into the shopping centre. Walked the length of it, then through the Boots store and put onto Upper Parliament Street, across the pedestrian crossing, and into the Wilko Store. Worked out well for me getting a chance to dry off a bit!

I consulted my soaked-through shopping list. I got a bottle of the liquid soap flakes alright, fragrance boost, and a packet of Dia-Limit capsules. Oh, and their last can of Rentokil spray on the shelf. Joined the queue and paid up. £12.80, flipping ‘eck!

1Mon14aOff and to the Poundland shop, only 25 yards away, so no getting wet much. Where I got some twin Peaks for Christmas handouts, and an oven glove. But I could not find any of the cans of either Raid or Sanex Bug Killer sprays. So, I went to the self-serve tills, (there was no choice, the manual ones were not open for business). I took care not to overcharge myself this time. What a Klutz I felt at the very memory of when I charge myself twice for a box of nibble biscuits!

I paid, and a lady in charge became free, a lovely gal, and asked her if they had any Sanex sprays. She kindly pointed out where they would be if they had any in stock. I walk out through the egress doors and back in through the entrance doors and walked to the spot the gal had pointed me in the direction of the location. Whoopie! They had some of the cheaper ones in stock. So I grabbed four cans of, what I now realise, were Sanmex brand. Back to the self-service till and the lady even helped me put them through, bless her cotton socks!

1Mon10I thanked her, and out along the road along Upper Parliament Street, to take a photograph of Clinton Street, cause I haven’t made one in a long time for the TFZer folk on Facebook.

The view looked interesting as I left the Poundland store, so I grabbed photograph that I thought represented Nottingham so well. Showing old and new buildings next to each other, the racial mix and varied ages of the 1Mon11citizenry, and, of course, the rain! Hahaha!

At the end of Clinton Street, I took this photographicalisation, that certainly looked different to all the others I’ve ever taken in the past! No crowds, shoplifters, pickpockets, beggars or gangs of yobboes! And two people who were in the shot, ran out of view when then they saw me taking aim with the camera. Most likely illegals or they had warrants out for them, or they were on the run from prison, who did not want their faces being recorded, I imagine! (Smirk and giggle!)

I made my way to Queen Street to catch the L9 bus back to the flats. I was feeling a bit fatigued now. When I arrived at the bus stop, I was so pleased to see my fellow resident, Elizabeth sat at the bus shelter.

We nattered away; I do love a good chinwag! I think I nodded off a few times when the bus got busier, and Lizzie and I could not talk to each other.

Back at the flat we both went into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. I handed few nibbles out to the only two other gals in there.

1Mon12Said my farewells and trotted, well, limped back to the apartment. Taking this picture above the foyer entrance to the Woodthorpe Court block.

Nobody about inside, which was not usual.

Up in the lift and into the flat. First thing, into the wet room for a short-sharp wee-wee. Naturally!

1Mon17I got the brolly up then, to dry-out near the door in the hallway. (Hallway I say, all 11 foot of it, Haha!).

Then got the wet clothes off as promptly as I could. While I thought of it, I took the bob-caps out of the sink and rinsed them, then rang them out as much as I could. Then set up clothes airer in the hope that this will hurry 1Mon16along the drying process.

Of course, I must remember to keep turning them over. He says, not exactly full of confidence. Tsk!

I imagine I’ll have to take them down and put them in the dryer later on?

I went on Facebook to update the photograph albums, then I got on the WordPress and updated this diary.

A decent marathon hobble.


The easy to prepare (part ready meal) was started in the oven. I had the Lasagne Al Forno, no idea what is in it cause the printing is too small on the sleeve, but I do remember having one once before and enjoying it. I put some grated cheddar cheese in another tray with it. Planning to have tomatoes with it.

1Mon20I did the Health Checks, and the nosh was ready to serve up.

Another shaky photograph was taken?

The Al Forno tasted overly rich to me, but I ate it all.

I put the plate and cutlery in the washing up bowl to soak and ensconced myself in the £300 second-hand recliner.

As I pondered on what to view on the TV, I fell asleep… Zzzz!