Inchcock – Friday 12th October 2018: Odd Day


Friday 12th October 2018

Dutch: Vrijdag 12 Oktober 2018

23.45hrs: I awoke and lay there on the £300 second-hand recliner, awaiting the brain to join me in my semi-consciousness state. The nihility and nebulosity slowly found a route to semi-apprehension and limited but blurry understanding of my surroundings, transforming my galimatias-like thoughts into a rudimentary comprehensible form.

I could see no signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place… yet anyway.

WD181.9.9 I manipulated my plentiful flesh from the recliner, and after knocking the spring water bottle off of the Ottoman, gave myself one heck of painful toe stub against the computer chair leg. I’d not suffered any toe-stubbings for ages, but I made up for it with this one. Gorblimey it stung! Hehehe!

Getting into the kitchen, I immediately noted the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and their flying artillery in the form of the damned Lady Bugs, had come out to fight. Checked the wet room, hallway, and spare room, they were in all of the rooms!

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It’s getting a bit frustrating this infestation is now! I used up another of the ‘Raid’ bug killer sprays, as I counter attacked in each room, making myself cough a bit. Haha!

I keep killing no end of the buggers twice-daily, but back they come every time! Some of the Weevils looked like they were growing wings, the ones in the spare room did, anyway. There were a far higher proportion of live ones this morning as well. Oh, I’m fed up with them!

Just how are the Lady Bugs getting in through the new unwanted, just fitted, light and view-destroying new windows? Perhaps when I was out, the bugs landed on my clothing, and I gave them a lift into the apartment?


6Sat06 I’ve spent such a long time weevil and beetle battling I feel tired out now. Every time (And there were many dozens of them) I had to bend to pick the things off the floor, Hippy Hilda and the Belinda Back-Pain let me know their displeasure! Humph!

I got around to doing the Health Checks and taking the medications eventually. Hours after getting up.

I got the computer on, only to find that things were very slow with it.


I struggled through going on the WordPress Reader section and found some good stuff on it again. Then, the signal came good again? The lights on the router thingy keep flashing, no, flickering a lot, though?

It was a bit of a slog, but I got the Thursday Diary updated and posted off. Gawd-Strewth, it’s 0500hrs gone already!

I made an order for a fodder delivery for next Thursday.

Then made a start on this blog. As I had a Giddy Dizzy Dennis spell. I put this down to all the bending and getting up I had to do to sort the damned Weevil-beetles and Lady Bugs attack earlier. It didn’t last long, all over in ten minutes or so.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. A messy pongy evacuation yet again, but I expected it and took a Dia-Limit capsule earlier with the standard medications. Even so, I swallowed another one, as things were ultra liquified.

Good news though, oh yes! Harold’s Haemorrhoids hardly bled at all! I wish I could say the same for Inchies fungal lesion. Tsk!


Washed the hands and to the kitchen to make another mug of tea.

On the window ledge, I spotted another Lady Bug. She had deposited herself under some paper towelling, and to me, it looked like she had laid some eggs? Do ladybirds lay eggs? I’ll look that up…

I found this out: Ladybirds lay eggs one or more times a year (species vary), in batches of up to 40. They are black, turning to yellow or orange and will hatch within 4-10 days. Oh, dearie me!

I felt a bit peckish, so I had a few (honestly only a few) of the pork scratchings and some Scottish shorties. Then went on YouTube.

Got the ablutions done and sorted. Took the rubbish bags to the chute, then readied things and went down and out into the damp, windy weather, to take some external shots of the flats for the extra post to make later about the upgrading progress for WordPress. I took a recycling bag down with me.

Gaynor came out after me, and we had a little chinwag. She confirmed that next week I can use her flat, to get pictures from a different perspective, bless her.

I put all these pictures on the new post: Pictorial Progress Report

Then I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, 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 and had a chat with Lynne and Julie.

Then back inside and up to Jenny and Franks flat. I felt a bit like I was imposing, but they were very kind and got sorted, using their bedroom and kitchen windows. Here are a few of the pictures that I took.

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Progressing slowly, but surely, now.

I thanked them and got down to the flat… no, up to the flat. And got the pork shoulder steaks (After the regulation hourly short-sharp wee-wee, of course, Hehe!) in the oven, the mini-potatoes were already in the crockpot.

Then made up the Upgrading blog and posted it off. (Six-hour job)

5Fri33Health Checks were done. 

Updated this Friday post to here, then went on a catch-up mission on Facebook.

Visited the WordPress Reader section. When I got to reading the posts, about furries Dougie and Andy, it suddenly came over all dark and foreboding.

5Fri34Got the nosh sorted and served up.

WD181.9.9 Just as I had got the plate laid out, I turned to put the pans in the sink to soak in washing up liquid, and I kicked over a bucket of water I’d forgotten that I had left on the floor earlier. By the time I had cleaned it up, the nosh was barely warm.

Still, I ate most of it.

WD181.9.9 Fell asleep with the tray on my knee. Woke up later with it on the floor.


Inchcock – Wednesday 10th October 2018: Wonderfully Woeful Whoopsiedangleplop Day. Tsk!



Wednesday 10th October 2018

Swedish: Onsdagen den 10 Oktober 2018

2350 hrs: I woke up with a bit of a start, the head in a spin and struggling to grasp what needed doing today. I remembered the Asda fodder was to arrive, (but I had to look-up later at what time, 0700>0800hrs) and the hospital visit… then, the mind had to concentrate on getting me to the Porcelain Throne on time! Passing the empty orange juice bottles, cheese curl packets, and the crumbs on the £300 second-hand recliner and carpet near to the Ottoman. Schlemiel!

WD 51.2.51 The evacuation was slightly cringe-making, uneasy and messy. Prevented my gaining any degree of serenity of the mind. Still, I got a few pages of the ‘Catastrophy’ book read. As if the brain wasn’t already vagarious enough, struggling to cope, now I input more knowledge I don’t need for the grey-cells to get confused and mystified over! Idiot!

Little Inchies lesion had been bleeding a lot while I was asleep. Not comfortable cleaning things up when they had congealed, but I managed with the odd ‘Ooh’ and ‘Ohohoh’ being muttered. At one stage, I think an ‘Argh!’ slipped out. It is vital that I clear all signs of any sanguineous from the fungal lesion, to try to avoid the medics halting the procedure later on. Changed the PP’s and applied some Daktacort cream. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not bleeding at all. Just on the day that I’m going in to have them strangulated, this happens! I don’t know if it is a good or bad thing, though?

Apart from Inchies Fungal Lesion, physically, I was feeling good. Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Hernia Harold, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Duodenal Donald, Back-Pain-Brenda, Metal-Ticker-Thomas, the Plates-of-meat, and DVT Theresa were all being so kind to me, I found it hard to believe, but appreciated the situation all the same. If only the mind would be as sympathetic to me. Bonkersness approacheth? Hehehe!

I set about doing the Health Checks.


3Wed01Well, well, well, fancy that. The Sys and Dia have come down well this morning, and also the temperature.

Good timing that!

And, as well as and besides that, the sphygmomanometer worked the first time! If only the mind would do the same. Haha!

Made a brew and took the medications. Remembering not to eat anything as instructed.

I updated and finished the Tuesday Diary then got it posted off. Went on the WordPress Reader section.

When I went to make another brew of tea, I noticed that the flat was looking a little tatty and unkempt. I hope to have a bash at cleaning it up a bit when I get the procedure sorted.

Back to the computer and I heard a noise coming from somewhere in the flat. I jumped up (well, alright, struggled out of the chair) and went to investigate.

WD 51.2.51 In the kitchen I found stuff had fallen off of the sink side; things that should not have been there if I’d kept the place tidy as normal. Klutz! There was a bottle of bleach, a washing-up liquid bottle and a bowl that had fallen off and landed around the bag of hospital things I have to take with me later. Luckily, there was no leakage.

WD 51.2.51 However, when I checked out the bag, the shaving foam had been releasing some of its foam and soaked a towel. So, I swapped the towel for another one. Tsk! Good job I noticed really.

I started this blog going up to here. Then had an idea for a Political Funny graphic as a diary header, and went on CorelDraw to make a start of designing it while the idea was fresh in the head.

Ablutions were carried out without any shaving cuts. The medicalisationing of the fungal lesion, although not exactly a success, was not too painful this time.

I collated the black bags to go down the chute, gathered the recycling bag and hospital bag, and departed. Took the black waste to the chute. Got to the lift, it arrived, and I realised I had not heard the ‘Ping’.

WD 51.2.51 Back to the flat to get the hearing aids. Humph! Back to the lift. Not feeling so bad really, as I was feeling a mite holier-than-though, about getting all the things needed for the procedure, and remembering the timing, etc. Also, I had time to meet Cissy in town, and Paul was to arrive to pick us up to lift me to the hospital. All was going well, I thought.

I plodded down and put the bag for there cycling near the caretakers door, and off 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 china and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.
I was first in the room this morning, and it soon filled up with many others, and chinwags of mammoth proportions followed.

3Wed05The bus arrived, and I got the crossword book out and had a reasonably successful go at it en route.

In town, I got off at the terminus on King Street, and took this photograph, thinking it might come out a ‘Moody’ one.

Walked down and met Cissy in the slab square.

WD 51.2.51 This is where the start of my Mega Whoopsiedangleplop began to take fruit! Cissy heard my mobile ringing and informed me. I got it out and answered it in time, but could not make out what the lady was saying, so again Cis took charge and spoke for me.

As I watched her turn the call off minutes later, her confoundedly serious Tut-Tutting began. She explained: That was the hospital confirming the appointment is still on for the procedure. FOR NEXT WEDNESDAY at 0830hrs! As she said this, shame and utter self-disapproval flowed out as I now remembered the time and date being changed last week!

3Wed05aWD 51.2.51 I think she felt sorry for me a bit. Paul arrived and laughed his head-off almost, but Cissy was a little annoyed with me as well. They departed, and I was in a right state mentally after they had left. I’m not sure where I went until I was aware that I was on the Poundland store, filling up the shopping basket. But I found this photo later that I could not recall taking?

Resigned to my failure, well, almost, I carried on shopping and think I got some bargains. Christmas chocolates (Liqueurs) for the other tenants. Social Hour Prizes and nibble box biscuits.  Zoflora Citrus disinfectant, ham off-cuts, cheeselets, bird food for the ducks, and a Pork Farm pork pie.

I popped along to the Marks & Spencers Food Hall. Spent on more unneeded fodder. I think the cock-up I’d made affected my minds balance? Haha! Anyway, I got a sliced Sourdough Stonebake loaf. Shortie biscuits, shelled peas and sliced mushrooms.

3Wed06I do remember taking this photo of the Little John Tower Dome, and thinking how cloudless the sky was.

I looked this up late on the Cosmopolitan page on the web, it said: From early October, stargazers will be treated to a spectacular display of shooting stars as Halley’s Comet returns to Earth. Just thought I’d mention it.

3Wed07I caught the L9 bus and Elizabeth, and Cindy got on. After telling them earlier about my procedure being today, I proceeded to make myself look a right fool, by explaining cock-up with the dates. I felt a right Plonker!

Still, they were kind really, as they told me I was a nitwit or something like that! Hehehe!

3Wed08The sky remained clear of any clouds, and despite the sun, I sensed it was going to get cold tonight.

WD 51.2.51 A little after taking this picture, I nodded off for a minute or two, as I woke up I thought I heard the driver talking to us, but missed what he was saying. I asked the ever-patient Cindy what he said. He was checking if anyone wanted to get off at a stop on the hill down to the flats.

Got off the bus, say hello to those tenants getting onto the vehicle, and the three of us (Cindy, Elizabeth, and yours-truly)  hobbled to the flats. We met Ian Incharge on the way along Chestnut Walk. I gave him with Cindies prompting (She is kind) a box of the Brandy Liqueurs as a treat. We had a laugh in the lift, and I made my way to the flat and a much-needed wee-wee and medicalisationing of the lesion.

Got the things put away and got the mushrooms and peas simmering with demerara sugar and lemon. Hope it tastes alright?

Got updating this blog to here, and the weariness and tiredness loomed.

3Wed29aSo I stopped and got the nosh sorted out.

I really enjoyed this meal. The sourdough bread was excellent, the salt & vinegar potato thins very tasty, the extra Strong cheddar was good, tomatoes and apples were okay. The most costly item on the plate, the shelled Kenyan Pod Peas from Marks & Spencers, that I boiled long and slow with lemon juice and demerara sugar, tasted delightful. A 9.45/10 Taste-Rating!

So, there’s a tip I’ve discovered for anyone else to try. Cindy, Jenny, Elizabeth, Mary, Penny, Lynne, Susie, Margaret, Deana, Julie… or maybe not. Hehe! But I loved em!

I got the TV on, to watch the A-Team double-episodes. I didn’t make it to the first set of advertisements… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Tuesday 9th October 2018: Odd sort of day, shame I missed the last bit of it… Hehe!


Tuesday 9th October 2018

Portuguese: Terça-Feira, 9 de Outubro de 2018

2Tue001Having been up since 2130hrs, like yesterday, I was all confused. I had a few wee-wee’s while I started on updating the Monday Post.

The sky from the unwanted, view-blocking, light-eliminating new kitchen window, looked almost foreboding.

Had to go to the Porcelain Throne and sort-put best I could the fungal lesion sanguineness.

2Tue02fI found that the legs were still full of fluid, this time, with the left one being bigger, or fuller than the right one. The mystery growth on the lower right leg remains a conundrum as to what it is from! I think another one might be growing on the right leg, to keep it company? Haha!

I seem to have hairy knees? I’ve not noticed that before. Hehe!

Did the Health Checks.


0125hrs: Got the blog for Monday finished and posted off.

I went to make a brew of tea. I took the morning medications.

I had a hunt around for any Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and found only dead ones. Well, until later when I discovered and eliminated a few live ones from the spare room.

0220hrs: Back to the computer. Had a read of WP Reader section. Then onto the TFZer Facebooking and adding to the photo albums.

It took me until 0438hrs – the Facebook or internet was that slow. Turned it all off and rebooted. Then tried to reply to some Facebook comments. Another two hours spent on Facebooking!

I had the back-stabbing-pains getting worse, so I got up and had a walk about for a bit – it did no good of course. Haha!

On my hobble around, I found eight letters stuck in the letterbox. Seven were junk mail, and one from Nottingham City Homes. A two-sided message. An invitation to a meeting to view the design ideas for the new Winwood Centre, the conference for next Tuesday at 1400hrs>1600hrs on Tuesday 23rd October.

  • Ground Floor: Large social area with tea point and kitchen: Dining tables and chairs, informal seating area. Possible partitions.
  • First Floor: Craft Activity Room, IT points. Storage areas. Judging by all the empty spirit and beer bottle in the recycling bin, I think that Craft Beers would entice most tenants to have a go. Hehehe! Only joking.
  • Second Floor: TV lounge, chairs, and a sofa. That would be somewhere different for me to fall asleep? Haha!
  • Third Floor: Games Room. Snooker, table tennis or air hockey. Board games and a dart board. The mind shudders!
  • Fourth Floor: Sun Room. Retro feel, CD’s MP3’s (Whatever they are?), opening out onto a roof terrace.


By gum, they are going to a lot of expense and effort for us all. Lucky residents we are!

I must remember to get to see Jenny and ask her which weekday would be best for me to take up her kind offer to let me take some photographs of the new build before it is completed, from her kitchen and lounge windows.

I went on CorelDraw to prepare some more TFZer graphics. I managed to get three done before it was time to tend to the ablutions and medicationing.

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Got the shaving, showering, creaming, lotioning, and refreshing all done.


Took three shots from the window to show the morning to you all. Left, ahead and right.

I popped up to see Roy and his better half, but no answer.

2Tue06Treat Jenny and Frank on the way out. Great people.

As I left the flats, this beast of a plant wagon approached.


Plant Perambulator Paulius Plonk-Brewer (Hyphenated) and Eric Incharge were manipulating the vehicle.

Along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers 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 was first in, but the place soon filled up: Cindy, Elizabeth, Lynne, Welsh William and Big John from the flat above plus many others. I harkened to the chatter.

2Tue07When it was time, we all went out to the bus stop. The City bound bus arrived first, and Big John and I got on it. I dropped off at Woodborough top Plains Road junction and wobbled along to the Aldi Store.

Where I spent and got a little more than I needed to. Tsk, Klutz!

Nibbles for the Christmas ‘do’ meeting. Melton 2Tue07bMowbray pork pie, cheese twists, pork shoulder steaks, mini-potatoes, vine tomatoes, hoisin pork ribs, and some brown sandwich thins.

Oh, and some boxes of two cream cakes on offer. One for me, one of Jenny and one for Cyndy. Guilt Mode Adopted!

I decided to get the bus back instead of walking, then I could get to the hospital quicker.

2Tue08aBack at the flats, I used the safety passage mad up from fence thingies. Naturally, Big John walked bravely on the road section. Oh, I am good! Haha!

Got in the flat and went up to Cyndy’s and gave Eric the nibbles, then to Jennies for the same reason. I asked if Jenny could let me know when was best for me to call to use her windows for the photographicalisationing of the new block. Left the cakes and back to the flat.

WD0.51.102 Then I realised it was tomorrow, not today for the hospital. What a Shlemiel! I seem to have got myself in a right muddle appointment-wise.

2Tue26Did the Health Checks.

So I got the meal on.

Hoisin pork ribs, green beans, tomatoes, mini-potatoes and chip sticks. Mandarin yoghourt and an apple.

The naughty but nice jam & cream doughnuts went down too well. Hehe! Flavour Rating: 9.1/10.

I must have nodded off after eating this meal.

Cause I woke up around midnight with the plate and things still on the tray on the next chair, and positive signs of nocturnal nibbling spread over my stomach (Crumbs!)

What happened on the 5 hours before this, is a mystery. But I either had a somnambulant episode, or woke up to gather the fodder to nibble… or, I don’t know. Humph!




Inchcock – Monday 8th October 2018: More graphicalisation done, Doctors for CHD test, Fatigue Mode Adopted, fell asleep… Int life good! Hehe!


Monday 8th October 2018

Irish: Dé Luain 8 Deireadh Fómhair 2018

0000hrs: Having been up and about and done the necessary ablutionalisationing and medicationalising, I had to return to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne duties. Hehe! All went well.

WDPBL02b Little Inchies fungal lesion had bled a bit again, but Harold’s Hæmatorrhœa was only leaking a tiny bit.

And I felt a lot better than last night when I had a fatigue festival. Haha!

1Mon01aI took a photograph through the kitchen window.

Just gone midnight, but the vehicle lights and emergency vehicle blues’ were plentiful.

I got the kettle on and took last nights medications that I’d forgot to imbibe, because of my falling to sleep early on in the day for several hours.

1Mon01I must have needed the kip, I suppose?

Then, I was sure I heard a clanging noise coming in through the open kitchen window.

I tried looking down through the window, but the new protruding ledges under the frames made it impossible for me to see anything. So, I took a blind shot with the camera. It showed nothing untoward down there.

I placed the morning medications on a tray and put them next to the computer so as not to forget to take them later. The Cardiac test at 0900hrs this morning at the surgery, mustn’t ignore that either.

Tended to the Health Checks next. Then made up the Excel record on the computer for last week.


Once again, the morning’s readings were all higher than the previous day?

I remembered I needed to take a urine sample with me to the doctors. So, I got a tube filled and put it in the bag straight away so as not to forget to take it with me.

WDPBL02b Damn it! Just remembered, I was not supposed to eat anything or drink anything after 2200hrs, but water before the examination. Klutz! I’d had a drink of tea!!! Everyone should have the right to do stupid things. But, I think I am abusing that privilege!

1Mon001I found about ten dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the wet room, one alive.

The spare room produced only about twelve weevils, all dead.

The kitchen held only about nine of the little invaders, again, all dead!

I did not allow myself to get too optimistic, this has happened before. Methinks that the beetles were either retreating or moving on to a flat with more food in it. Hehe! Only to find an increased number of flipping things the next morning.

I thought I’d make a start on doing some diary page header graphics in advance. So onto CorelDraw. Got a couple or so done.

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1Mon05aMade up the nibble bags for the surgery staff. Had a wash and brushed up, and went to set out on the walk to the surgery. There was a letter in the box on the door, bent down to grab it and I had a Dennis Dizzy visit.

WDPBL02b Clouted my head against the corner of the metal. Ah, well!

1Mon06No one about when I went down and got out to the recycling bin.

I deposited my empty Tomato Passata jar on top of the beer, lager, champagne, sherry, San Miguels, wine, brandy, whiskey and gin bottles, etc.

I think I might be the only non-alcoholic in the block. Hehe!

1Mon07I took this shot of the New Extra Care Build and Winchester Court block on the way along Chestnut Walk.

The lower back pain stings started again, making it a painful hobble to the doctor’s surgery. Luckily, there were many distractions from the agony (Hehe!) in the form of many Dangerous Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists, and my actually seeing a Nottingham Police Car on the road… No actual policemen on foot, of course.

As I plodded down Winchester Street hill, I took this picture of the beautiful colours on offer from the changing trees, the gloomy sky, with the early morning cold sunshine breaking through.


1Mon07bThe house Unpainted on the left, is where I lived donkeys-years ago in a flat. I’d guesstimate as being around 1965? Little knowing I’d be walking down Winchester Street, with bad memories of my short residence, fifty-four years later!

To the bottom and on to Mansfield Road.

The traffic queue as far as the eye could see. 1Mon07cOne of the rare occasions I feel content with no longer having a car.

During the forty-minute hobble, the back pains eased off a lot.

A few car horns were being used in the line of slow moving traffic.

Sounded like tempers were being strained to me.

1Mon08As I neared the Sherringham Medical Practice, I managed to get a photo of the ‘Look at me, I’m tough!’ Pavement Cyclist, as he approached me.

He shouldn’t really be on a pushbike if he is too terrified to use the road? I notice he is not too scared to put the fear of God into ageing pedestrians! The Brion! (Bully).

(End of rant. Haha!)

I got in the surgery and presented myself at the reception. And very glad I was, that I had the day and time right for once. Hehe! Logged in and sat down with the crossword book.

A nurse came to collect me earlier than my appointment time. She was a relief nurse I think, I’d not seen her before. Nice lady. She sorted me out. The bleeding afterwards took a long time to stop, but this is not unusual. Gave her a nibble bag, thanked her. Dropped some fodder-nibbles of at the reception, and I out in the car park well before I could use my bus-pass time.

1Mon09So, I set off on a hobble back to the flats, the way I came from, up Mansfield Road. The traffic was still congested.

Another Nottinghamian Pedestrian Cyclist shot by me from behind, giving me a bit of a shock. He was very close to clouting me!


1Mon10AS I got to the tip of the hill, another Pavement Cyclist approached, just as a rarity came into view as I took the shot.

Yes, it really was a Nottingham Police Car!

(Sarcasm Mode Engaged) It’s nice to see things that take you back so many years.

Down the hill into Sherwood, and called into the Continental Food Store. Had a look for any of the lemon cream cake squares, but no, none available. I could have got nutmeg, vanilla, kiwi or almond flavoured ones, but no lemon. (Sulk Mode Adopted!)

I decided to treat myself to some of the expensive sliced continental bread, then perused the cooked meats and bought some roast belly pork slices, with the intention of having some sandwiches later on. I got some mini-potatoes as well.

The haul up Winchester Street Hill back home proved detrimental for the back pains, but Anne Gyna coped well with the slog.

The first L9 buses were loading up with Winwood Height’s residents as I turned the corner. They were all gone by the time I got 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.

I popped in the hut and caught Warden Unterscharführeress Julie as she was leaving on a visit to Winchester Court. A few words were shared. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.

1Mon11I got in the apartment and had a wee-wee, and changed the PP’s due to Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding. Washed and into the kitchen, for a much-needed mug of tea.

The sky looked a little ominous, and the sunshine had retired.

Made a brew and got the Health Checks done.


The early fatigue-mode arrived.

Got the nosh sorted out. Used the pork in the ultra-tasty brown continental sliced bread sarnies. Some tomatoes, chip-sticks, sliced a Cox’s apple, a pot of lemon mousse and some fresh Clementine juice.

The meal went down well. A taste-rating of 9.2/10 was given.

Things get a bit vague from here on, I’m afraid. I assume I fell asleep?

I woke up wondering what day it was, let alone what time it was! Tsk!

It was 2125hrs! I did the health checks and took the belated evening medications I usually have around 1600hrs.

Then, I got the computer on, to update this blog. Which took me until 0015hrs to get done, for Shaking Shaun was visiting my hands again. Humph!

Inchcock – Sunday 7th October 2018: TFZer Graphicalisationing most of the day – then fell asleep too easily. Hehehe!


Sunday 7th October 2018

Latvian: Svētdiena, 2018 Gada 7 Oktobris

0025hrs: I stirred, full of fears and trepidation. Amidst a pile of nocturnal-nibbling residue all around me. An empty cheese curl bag, and an empty biscuit pot, not to mention the mystery looking-like cheese cracker crumbs laying on my tumid bulging stomach.

Guilt and blameworthiness abounded around in my mind. A contrite mode was adopted. I must have had a blank period methinks.

W0.0.128 Ah, well, I thought I’ll get up… which proved to be a painful task this morning. The electric-shock-like pains from the lower back (I’ll have to give this ailment a name like the others), started as soon as I moved my short, stumpy but flabby torso, were terrible. And, I could sense the warm wet feeling from the Fungal Lesion down below.

Not a good start to the day, Humph! Off to the wet room for a medicalisationing session. Inchies lesion was by far the worst, most difficult and most painful application of the Daktacort I’ve ever known. It took a while to stem the bleeding too. I rubbed in some of the pain gel into the back. Changed the PP’s and washed. A most embarrassing situation. Times like this I’m glad I live alone.

By the time I’d got in the kitchen, the stabbing pains in the back seemed to be becoming less frequent, and this alone cheered me up a bit.

I got the Health Checks completed. The sphygmomanometer even worked first time again.


The readings were all higher than yesterday morning. The earlier ailment bother might have affected them, I think. I made a brew and took the medications.

The alimentary canal and bowels indicated the need for me to utilise the Porcelain Throne. So, back to the wet room, I trudged.

I carried out the evacuation with relative ease, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bleeding just a smidge. The fungal lesion had suffered bleeding a lot in the short time since I adorned the new PP’s, and they had to be changed again. I cleaned up again and returned to the kitchen.

Where I got the new can of the ‘Raid’ ant & cockroach killer spray and carried out an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol in each room. I can report that only one live adult weevil was spotted, captured and executed. Plus, I found just about ten or twelve baby weevils, all dead. I sprayed in the usual areas all the same.

Got the computer going, and finished doing the Saturday Diary and posted it off. Then went on to the WordPress Reader section.

The tummy started rumbling a little. A possible second trip to the Porcelain Throne on the way perhaps?

I titivated around the £300 second-hand recliner area. Removing the signs of guilt from the zone.

Then went on TFZer Facebooking for an hour or two.

Made another mug of tea, and went on CorelDrawing to make TFZer graphics.

Four hours later, I’d got the fun TFZer graphics finished ready to post them off.

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Made another brew and had some biscuits with the tea.

The legs felt like they were filing up with fluid suddenly?

Did the Health Checks.

Sat down and had a mug of tea with some biscuits and an apple.

W0.0.128 Fell asleep. Woke at 0925hrs… man hours later!

Got the ablutions and medicalisationing done. This took me well over an hour. Mostly due to the carefullness of my applicating the Clobavate, Anusol and Phorpain gel. Hehehe!





Inchcock – Sat 6th October 2018: Indoors day – Some Graphics were done – Late Memory Blanks… Going bonkers I think?


Saturday 6th October 2018

Finnish: Lauantaina 6 Lokakuuta 2018

0130hrs: Yet again, I wake up feeling a different person. ([Chance would be a fine thing], I said that wrongly, sorry), I meant, Yet again, I woke up feeling ‘Like’ a different person. Hehe!

Only the worrying bleeding from the Fungal lesion bothered me, all my other ailments appeared to be taking a holiday. I’m delighted to say!

As I lay there amidst some suspicious looking empty nibble pots around my bulbous body balancing atop the £300 second-hand recliner, absorbing this good news: my innards summoned me to the Porcelain Throne. Out of the recliner, no toe stubbing, no dizzies or shakes (Looking good healthwise today), and I had one of the best Porcelain Throne session I’ve had for days now. *No bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids either!

Washed and tended to the Health Checks. With further encouraging signs in the results (I began to wonder if I was still asleep and dreaming, such good fortune for me? Haha!). With all this luck, maybe I might win the lottery and become one of the nouveau-riche? Oh, no, I don’t do the lottery… perhaps I should? Hehe!


6Sat02Just look at this morning’s results folks. Sys, Dia, Pulse, temp and weight all down from yesterdays higher readings!

Even the sphygmomanometer worked the first time!

Can this last, I thought?

I got on with updating the Friday blog and got it sent off.

Made a start on this post, but I got distracted into adding some more words to the personal dictionary. An hour or so later, I went to make a mug of tea and take the medications.

WDP A Lilliputian release of wind from the rear end – and I had to make a dash to the Porcelain Throne again! I was delighted that I was in the kitchen at this time, for I was but a few paces from the wet room door.

♫ Just in time, I got there, just in time
My get-there time was running low
Blood was lost, the PPs had to be tossed… ♫

Had I had to go any further, I’m sure I would not have made it in time! So much for my improvement with the luck department! That didn’t last long, although I don’t know, nearly four hours without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops ain’t too bad. I think my EQ knew all along that the unnatural absence of Accifauxpas would not last… it never does.

The pay-back time now. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were stinging and pouring blood, and Little Inchies Fungal lesion was in a messy sanguineous state.

Medications applied (Germoloid and Daktacort), change of PPs, and I had a wash and a cleanup.

Feeling like another person again now. My usual Schlimazel variety!

As I was leaving the wet room, I spotted a few dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle carcases on the floor. This prompted me to get the spray and ‘do’ each room in the flat. There more dead bodies in every place, I collected them as I went around into a pot come coffin.

6Sat06WDP Unbelievable, picking up very last of the beasts from the kitchen floor, and the painful lower-back electric-like stabbing pains returned!

I got the brew and took some extra painkillers, which is the last thing I wanted to do, I’d been trying to reduce the Codeine Phosphate intake because of all the falling asleep I’m doing.

6Sat03And, will the bleeding interfere with the planned Haemorrhoidectomy Strangulation procedure?

I am not in a good mood now, especially compared to how I woke up feeling so good. Pessimistic, disaster-prone, hexed, cursed, jinxed, voodooed, luckless… Yes! The poor old thing, Haha!

6Sat05I took some a photos from the kitchen window of down on Chestnut Way in the rain.

A bit nippy when I opened the window to take these shots.

I set about finishing the funny graphics I’d done of some of the Willmott Dixon lads, and posted them to Facebook, too.

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Hope they get a laugh from them.

I got some photographs on my Pinterest site. Then some onto my Facebook Albums.

Started today’s diary going again, up to here. Then went on the WordPress Reader section, had a perusal of others efforts on WordPress. I’ve not heard anything from Tim Price lately. I pray all is okay, medically speaking. Could be technical or holidaying has delayed his content.

Then back to TFZer Facebooking. Made a graphic from the Goose Fair photo of the scary Spooky Tower Haunted House thing. TFZer creator Sandie in her Halloween outfit. Haha!


I posted it to the TFZer site. Then did a post about the latest Political Humour Graphics wot I dun! Hehe!

I made a Christmas order for the 20th December to Morrisons. Then got the meal prepared, did the Health Checks while waiting for the sliced potatoes to cook.

5Fri34I remember eating this meal and thinking it was a much better effort than of late.

What happened afterwards is a total mystery to me, as I nodded off repeatedly, waking and seeing the TV was on, then drifted off again and repeated this many times.

I woke with a start at 0025hrs, full of fears and trepidation. The lower back pain twinging, and Inchies lesion flowing copiously. The stomach grinding. I must have had a memory blank period methinks.

Ah, well, I thought and got up.

Inchcock – Thursday 4th October 2018: A few panegyric words in praise of the dead evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetles. Social Hour. Then I did some Graphicationalisationing


Thursday 4th October 2018

Norwegian: Torsdag 4 Oktober 2018

0115hrs: I woke, and activation mode was adopted almost instantly. Most pleased to report that the sharp electric-shock-like lower back pains seemed to have eased off a lot in degree, and are now only sharp trapped-nerve-like pains. Humph!

As I dismounted the working again £300 second-hand recliner, I selected to go on an ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles assessment patrol. Pot to collect any dead ones in, and a can of ‘Raid’ Ant & Cockroach killer spray at hand.

4Thu001aWD 194.117.2 The final (Body Count) result, after investigating the wet room, kitchen and spare room, was many dozens of dead corpses and just three live evil ironclads Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

I collated them in a pot I save for this specific task, ready for their final burial and trip to the landfill site. Naturally, I said a few silent words in panegyric form, a sort of eulogy, for the little beasts who are slowly getting some admiration from me. For the fearlessness and persistence shown in their illegal invasion, and so many of them cunningly surviving to bite again, despite all I can throw at them.

I have to admire them for their attack, requisitioning and occupation of every crack and hole left in the plastering up of the new unwanted light and view-blocking windows in the apartment. And, boy, can they breed! Hehe!

WD 194.117.2 I had to try several times to get the sphygmomanometer to work, to do the Health Checks. Ended up changing the batteries. Although those in the machine were not that old? The hemadynamometer would still not operate. I put the old batteries back in and hey-presto, it worked?


The readings were similar to what the previous ones this week, but the HP and weight remain so high.

WD 194.117.2 This was when I got up to make a brew and noticed the half-empty tub of cheese biscuits down the side of the Ottoman. Nocturnal nibbling Again! Feeling penitential and inwardly shamefaced, I mutely muttered a few indecorous words to and about myself! Eizel!

I took the morning medications and made the brew.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy again!

Got the Wednesday post finished and on to WordPress. (2.5 hours)

I went on the WordPress Reader page. Some good stuff on there this morning.

All ready for another mug of tea, I trotted (limped) off to the kitchen.

WD 194.117.2 I realised that earlier when I made the last brew, I’d left the dang hot water tap (faucet) running! No hot water available now, Humph! What a Shmo!

4Thu001WD 194.117.2 As I returned from the kitchen, I was surprised to see that the dang ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting bay beetles had reappeared from the cracks in the floor tiling and under the door stop!

Tenacious or what?

You have to give them credit; they just seem to be sending their ankle-snappers out to get killed first. Tsk!

Had a go on doing a bit of TFZer Facebooking, then got the ablutions done. No shower of course (only 0400hrs) I don’t want to disturb my neighbours.

Sorted the nibble box out, and got the Morrison empty bags out ready for the delivery to arrive (0600hrs > 0700hrs).

4Thu06Did some searching for missing words to replace in the new Personal Word dictionary, for the one that mysteriously disappeared from the computer after the last MS Windows Update arrived.

0738hrs: Mr Morrison came, not so much bought this week.

Then, I attempted a wider-panoramic photo effort from the Kitchen window.



Not too bad a try, I thought. Not up to Tim Price’s quality of course (My photographicalising hero).

I spotted two of the Willmott Dixon lads coming along the road and took a photo of them. Later on, I added the young lady to the graphic, for a bit of fun.

I got the nibble box, and raffle prizes sorted to take with me to the Winwood Social Hour at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, telling Inchcock off Zone, things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from. Somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, and Tenants Socialisation shed.

4Thu07Dropped the black bags down the chute as I left, and down and out into the nippy dim morning.

Not many folks around out there at this moment?

Ah, I bet it is tea-break time, perhaps?

But, no, further along, I bumped into Ian Incharge, and Paulius Plonk-Brewer (hyphenated, the plant driver, nice chaps), and they came up with an idea for a graphic for me to do of Paulius Plonk-Brewer (hyphenated) later.

I poddled to the Social Hour. Got some tickets, put the prizes on the trolley and went round with the nibble-box, having some great chinwags, laughs and gossips on the way. Jenny, Cyndy, Margaret, Frank etc. all seemed to be in fine form. BJ, Bill, William, Doreen and all the folks sounded in good spirits.

I was indeed having a good time.

WD 194.117.2 Unfortunately, it all came to an abrupt, embarrassing end. I sensed the wet warm sensation suddenly, from Harold’s Haemmorhoids.


I had to offer a quick cheerio to the clan, and get back to the flat post-haste, to clean things up. I don’t think I’ve scurried along so fast in a long time. Humph!

I foolishy stopped to take a photo of Woodthorpe Court building as I approached it.

WD 194.117.2 Calamitously, I found when I got inside, that the bleeding was much worse than I thought. What a picklement I got myself into. What a Shlimazel! It took me ages to get things sorted out, but I got there in the end. I got stripped and under the shower and cleaned up. Obviously, the PPs needed changing. I had to throw the trousers away and adorn another pair. If only I had not stopped to take that photograph, Humph! I might have made it to the wetroom just in time to avoid such a regrettable incident, the mess and the accompanying stigma and ignominy.

I felt a bit better after I was all cleansed and redressed.

I went on CorelDraw to do the humorous doctorisationing of the photo of Plant Perambulator Paulius Plonk-Brewer (hyphenated). Hehehe! Hope he likes it.


Got on with updating this post, until the tiredness arrived.

I received a call from the surgery receptionist. Who did not give me the new doses for the Warfarin, or the test result, but got me to change my appointment day from Tuesday 9th October at 0900hrs, to Monday 8th October same time. I agreed and thanked her. Then I wrote the modified the date on a card and stuck it on the TV screen, and altered the Google Calendar.

4Thu23This got me thinking, and I realised I had not had the Anticoagulation Therapy Result Card yet either. So I popped to the door and found the card on the carpet.

Most confusing – the Next Test Date on the Anticoagulant Service result sheet was given as 30 October? Feeling all ferdrayt now!

4Thu24Got the nosh sorted.

Mini-waffles, vegetarian sausage and a bean stew of sorts, with tomato passata. Brown thins, apple, Lemon dessert, and clementine juice. Not one of my better vittles tastewise, but I at it all up.

A 6.5/10 Flavour-Rating is the best I could give it.

4Thu25Did the Health Checks.

As I pulled the curtains to, I noticed I had now got rain spots and bird feathers inside the pod. I think the boards might warp with the rain getting in too.

I’m not looking forward to cleaning the bay windows when I can get out onto the pod (Balcony). There is over a years-worth of bird-poo, dead insects, spilt plaster and building debris, grot, detritus and gubbins to get off of the already scratched glass. Tsk!

Sleep came almost instantly as I settled into the £300 second-hand recliner to watch the A-Team on the telly.

Inchcock – Wednesday 3rd October 2018: Back Pains joined the other ailments today – Humph!


Wednesday 3rd October 2018

Esperanto: Merkredo 3a de Oktobro 2018

Whoopsie O1AA 0015hrs: As I stirred into mock-life, my mind was bearing habromanical thoughts. Possibly, derivating from a nocturnal dream? For several moments I feard nothing and felt I was the man, and could cope with anything… Of course, this didn’t last long. I soon found myself back in my regular agitated, fault-finding, self-loathing, snivelling unconfident, querulous, insecure, fretful mode. Whimp!

The brain decided that I must first make a sit-rep about the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetle attack forces situation. This rare decision must have been prompted by my high EQ – for after doing a perambulation and assessment of the Weevils contamination, it was not good news. Well, I suppose it was good news that I found many dead carcases, seeing so many live ones was not good.

Whoopsie O1AA Maybe it was the bending or what, I don’t know, but shooting electric-shock-like pains in the lower back have been with me ever since. What a schlemiel!

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I wonder if I should just surrender and let them take over? I emptied two more cans of killer spray, one Rentokil and one Raid. I’ll have to get some more again soon.

I felt slightly despondent, at the increase in the numbers of the Boll-Weevils. All the early signs of the habromania evaporated, vanished and banished, to be replaced with a sense of failure and inadequacy. This was not good!

I got on with the Health Checks.


This didn’t do my confidence any good either. The BP still high and the weight; despite my taking two good long hobbles over the last few days, was also up again. The arms and legs have gone all thin and chicken-like, the stomach all bloated! But, I realise with the ailments I cope with, I should be glad to still be here at all, and able to battle the Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetle illegal immigrants attack forces, daily.

Got on the computer, and finished off the Tuesday Diary and got it posted. (Three-hour job!)

Then, I worked on the TFZer Facebook page and added many photographs to the albums.

Took the morning medications and off to the Porcelain Throne. At this point, you can be aware that I had short-sharp wee-wees throughout my time in the flat, three an hour I think it worked out as. Humph!

Whoopsie O1AA The Throne session was again swift, messy and liquified.

Got around to starting this blog, then went on to the WordPress Reader.

I put some of the mini potatoes in the crock-pot on a low light. Planning that when I get back, I can drain them, spray them with sunflower oil and roast them to have as part of my nosh. Best pain plans? We’ll see. Hehe!

Started the ablutions. A stand-up session again, with it being a bit early. All went well, only one tiny cut shaving.

I took the black bags to the waste chute. Then back to the flat and collected chilled lamb hock in mint gravy cook-in-the-bag meal, to take up and offer dear Jenny. It was a little too sweet for my tastes). Took the recycle bag with me, as I intend to go out after visiting Jenny and Frank. Then to go 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, to wait for the bus.

Jenny showed me inside and offered to let me take photographs from her kitchen window of the extra-care Unit building progress and Winchester Court. That was nice of her. I’ll take her up on that, bless her. I thanked her and made my way down in the lift and out onto Chestnut Way.

3Wed07Not so sunny today, but we’ve done well weather-wise, so no complaints from me.

Took a photograph of all three Courts. And off to the waiting hut.

Within minutes the shed had filled up with tenants. Sheila, Lynne, Penny, Roy’s better-half, Paul, Welsh William and a few others.

3Wed08I went outside so that I could let them know when the Bestwood bound bus L9 bus arrived.

I sat with the delightful wife of Roy. (I wish I could remember names! Tsk!)

I let them know when the bus arrived. Everyone got off in Sherwood, leaving me to have a go at my crossword book on the way to Arnold. I got off and walked hastily to the Fulton Foods store, where I was overcharged for the nibble box things I bought. Humph! Didn’t notice it at the time. I also got some the bags of  6 tiny flavoured pork scratchings, salt & vinegar, BBQ and maple seasoned. I will eat some of the salt and vinegar ones with my meals, the rest can go into the nibble box.

Whoopsie O1AA I forgot all about getting some milk, though. Klutz!

3Wed10Back up to High Street and waited for the L9 to arrive. I wish I’d remembered the milk!

I noticed that the automatic, Asda Walmart filling station across the road from the bus shelter had three customers.

Never seen it so busy. 

Whoopsie O1AA The lower-back stabbing pains were getting 3Wed09more frequent and painful now. Huh!

The sky clouds suddenly darkened and I thought we might be in for a bit of a sudden storm.

But no! Withing few minutes it had lightened up again as the storm cloud belted on at the high rate of knots to the South?

3Wed11The bus arrived, and we were soon back at the flats.

I managed a few quick exchanges of words with Cyndy, Val, Bill and a few other residents as they got on the bus I’d just alighted from.

The Willmott Dixon lads were noticeable by their absence this lunchtime.


I took a panorama shot of the whole of the Winwood Heights buildings. The caretaker is walking away using the safe route as you can see. I followed suit on my way back to the apartment, and more crucially the WC in there. Hehe!

I noticed some new generators, I think, judging by the noise emanating from one of them, on the verge. Making less room for residents to park. That’ll cheer some car owner up, I’m sure!

I got in and up to the wet room and had my wee-wee. (Ahh!)

3Wed12aI got the things bought into the nibble box room. Taking out a packet of the BBW flavoured scratchings for me to have with the nosh later. Drained the potatoes ready to go in the oven.

Then took this photograph on the left of the new generator (Far left I assume) and cabins. A sign said Site Security?

Pressed on with updating this post up to here. Two hours.

Sister Jane rang me for a natter. That was nice! I can’t recall her telling me off about anything either, That was super! Hehehe! Oh, yes she did, just the one thing though. Had to cut the gossip short to go for a wee-wee. I didn’t make it in time! Shame! Cleaned up and changed PPs.

3Wed29aGot the mini-potatoes from the crock-pot and into the tray and sprayed them and got them cooking in the oven.

I didn’t eat it all by a long chalk. The pork and potatoes were fine.

8.2/10 Flavour Rating given.

Tired as I felt, it took me ages to nod-off properly tonight.


Inchcock – Tuesday 2nd October 2018: Nurse Nichole in attendance – Nottingham Pavement Cyclist rife… Boll-Weevils counter-attack!


Tuesday 2nd October 2018

Japanese: 2018年10月2日火曜日

0015hrs: Woke, a different person again. I felt angstful, apprehensive and vulnerable. I vaguely recall dreaming of my past failings and wondered if that had any effect on me?

I lay there in the £300 second-hand recliner, wondering if it would operate and let me out of it this morning. The protuberant bulge, known as my stomach made me cringe – especially when it is compared to my skinny arms and wrists.

2Tue03 I thought about the time of the Warfarin INR blood test, but could not remember it – so I struggled out of the working recliner and got the computer on to check on the Google Calendar. Finding that it only said – Blood Test – awaiting time-confirmation. Oh dear! Then I recalled getting a call from the surgery on my mobile last week when I was out walking, and I thought I wrote down somewhere, to update the calendar later. A forage around found no signs of the writings. Eventually, I had to look at the surgery opening times, because a glimmer in the memory told me the appointment was for 0730hrs, but plainly the centre would not see anyone that early? Aha! Seems on a Tuesday, they now open at 0720hrs! I’ll just go for that time, and take the crossword book with me, in case I’ve made another ‘Inchcock Cock-up’. What a Yutz!

Into the kitchen with the camera to do the Health Checks and assess the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles situation.

I took a picture of the windows, first one with the flash on, second with it off.


Then got the Health Checks and medications sorted.


The wee-wees this morning were frequent and short & sharp!

Back to the computer, and started this blog off up to here, then I started the long slog of updating yesterdays diary (Lots of graphics and photos).

Got it finished and posted off. Sent some funnies to Pinterest.

Then had a look at the local news. Glad to report that the fire (kitchen) at our sister flats, Manvers Court turned out with no injuries. Manvers Court Kitchen Fire – No injuries

Time to get the ablutions done so as not be late at the surgery for the INR blood test.

Did the stand-up ablutions. To early to use the noisy shower, or the hand-hoover to collect the dead weevils, the noise would disturb my fellow tenants. Medicated certain areas in need of the same.

Got the Anticoagulant Record card, new hearing aid batteries inserted, spectacles on, wristlet alarm left on the cabinet and I set off, in plenty of time.

Once outside, it felt warmer than I thought it would (but turned windy and colder later on). I took the shot of the Woodthorpe Court Asylum on the left, and on the right, The Winchester Court  Institution. I noticed that there were many more lights on in the Winchester apartments. They’ll be a reason for this… I’ll let you know when I find out what it is. Hehe!


I hobbled along in no rush, with my setting out early. The thing that hit me most was the dawn chorus. Of course, there were no cock-a-doodle-doos Hehe! But, the chatter of the bird songs and calls seemed so loud to me this morning. Mind, I had got new hearing aid batteries in! The chicks must have been demanding their breakfast, I suppose.

2Tue07To the end of Chestnut Way and right down the Winchester Street Hill.

Passing the bus shelter on the bend, I spotted some new Nottinghamian Street Art.

Created from a tray and wrapper from some takeaway meal, a takeaway coffee container and I think, a crushed lager can. I’ve seen much better artwork. Hehe!

There were many of the rebarbative Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist about on the walk to the surgery, and on the way back too.

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2Tue10aBy the time I’d got to Carrington, the traffic had increased and come to a stop.

I realised at this point that I was going to be a bit early for my appointment. Partly due to the lack of ailments slowing me down on this mornings journey. No, Anne Gyna, Hippy Hilda or Arthur Itis hassle at all?

Not moaning, of course. Hehe! So, I decided to 2Tue09face my nemesis, and walk into Carrington Square and back onto Mansfield Road, walking through the cut-through where I was mugged a couple of years or so ago. I haven’t walk through it since.

I noticed the lights were working on it today.

Smug Mode Adopted, as I proudly got through and out the other side. My mind had a little daydreaming session about those bad times, of its own accord. But, this only made me feel a bit better, knowing how things had improved for me now.

I ambled across the pelican lights and made my way slowly to the surgery. I could see they were doing the flu-jabs again, and feared this might get the staff uptight like last time.

But, no such thing. All the staff were all in a pleasant mood. (Of course, it was still early yet,  and, they had only just started). Even Doctor Vindla spoke to me, in fact, she was behind the reception desk, and logged me in! Looking good up to now!

2Tue03 I sat down and went to get out the crossword book. Humph! I’d left it in the other bag at home. Eizel!

I had to read a magazine, a ladies or lifestyle one for twenty minutes, yet found some interesting facts from the perusing of it. Did you know, that there is a one-bedroom chalet for sale in Dorset? Close to the beach too! It is on sale for only £100,000. Honestly! But this paled into insignificance when I read of a two-bedroom flat on offer, in Bath. This does take some believing, but I kid you not – advertised at the cost of £1.05 million! I had to double-check it, but I was right. Not £105 thousand! Naturally, I considered buying it! Lie Mode Adopted! Hehe!

I was over the moon when it is was Nurse Nichole who came out to call me in, to be done. We met Nurse Ann as we went in, and she spoke pleasantly to greet me a good day. Nurse Nichole had a laugh or two with me and a little chinwag. Made my day! I handed her some nibbles and left a bag for the receptionists, as I thanked them and departed.

2Tue10By gum, the winds had got up since I arrived at the surgery.

The traffic was still heavy, and it felt far colder now too.

Come to think of it, I reckon I read something like Storm Helene approaches Nottinghamshire earlier on.

Halfway home, and the need for a wee-wee became urgent. This, made me put on a spurt with my hobbling. Anne Gyna did not like this at all. She was already unhappy with my struggling up the Winchester Street hill. Tsk!

I threw a cheery ‘Hello’ thought the 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 window, to Deana and Julie. I didn’t take any photographs either, as the wee-wee situation was getting more urgent. Haha!

2Tue12fThen I met Mary as she was coming out of the foyer. She spoke and did not want to upset her by rushing off, so I had a little natter with her.

This caused me some consternation about if I’d make it back to the flat in time.

I made it with seconds to spare. Phew!

Relieved but still in some discomfort, I remembered to check the calendar for when to ring Mr Sherkhanzai at the clinic. It’s tomorrow PM or Thursday AM.

The sky went a little darker. I took these blind pictures on the right, out of the minuscule kitchen window, of around the flat block.

No workers up on the hoists today, but plenty grafting on the new extra-care block and others taking deliveries in and moving plant gear.

I had to go for another wee-wee, a much longer one this time, and it was very orange coloured for some reason.

Even more dead baby Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the wet room floor. I decided the hostilities were to continue and got the Raid spray and dosed all the entry points I knew of in all three rooms. A big flat yer know! Hehehe!


The spare room was the worst for finding live Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles found, along with many young ones that were dead on the unwanted light and view limiting new window ledge.

Oh, I forgot to say. Nurse Nichole has now got Boll-Weevils all over her house, and when she mentioned it, a patient told us that she has got them ay home also!?! Oh, dear! I explained about the Rentokil being the most effective, but expensive, and that Wilko had the Raid Spray on offer, that is pretty effective.

2Tue26I got on with updating this diary. Four hours later, I got the nosh prepared.

Last of the pork knuckle with herbs in the sandwiches. Taste rating a deserved 9.45/10.

Washed the pots and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner.

To watch the A-Team on the goggle-box.

Five minutes or so later… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Monday 1st October 2018: Life’s ackamarackus pondered over – Boll Weevils counter attack – Mini-Marathon – Nottingham Pavement Cyclist galore!


Monday 1st October 2018

Sudanese: Senén 1st Oktober 2018

1155hrs: WDPBL02b I sprang awake this morning (Well, evening, Haha!) rather than just woke up. Mentally that is, not physically. Although a hint of melancholia was in there somewhere. How life’s ackamarackus, failures and trials had got me to this stage, this age, if you like, led the brain on a sinuous thought and time-travelling meandering session, that only led me to further unnerving psychogenic discomforture. No resolutions or understandings were gleaned, of course. The more the mind pondered, the more scepticism and disorientation I felt.

WDPBL02b Then, by good fortune, I knocked over the bottle of clementine juice from the Ottoman, as I began to raise my over-abundant torso from the £300 second-hand recliner. Thus, freeing my mind of the throng, the myriad of deep thoughts. The bottle rolled along the carpet and knocked over the hand-hoover and its charging base. Back to reality! Thank heavens the cap was still screwed shut on the bottle!

As I escaped the recliner and started to sort out the mess I’d made, another bit of good news was identified – there were no signs of any nocturnal nibbling anywhere in the room.

I made my way for a short-sharp-stinging wee-wee. Washed the hands and noticed several dead, asylum seeking, immigrant bloodsucking Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black beetles bodies on the wet room floor. So I sprayed some more of the ‘Raid’ bug killer around.

WDPBL02b Then, I needed another short-sharp-stinging wee-wee. Oh, dear!

To the kitchen and got the Health Check things ready. But this task had a wait, for the morning call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Not such a messy affair this morning.

Completed the Health Checks and made up last weeks record.


The weight was up again last week and this morning for that matter. Grumph!

I made a pungent brew of Assam tea, took the medications and got the computer going. The internet was not too slow this morning.

Got on with completing the Sunday Post and got it sent off to WordPress. I went on the WP Reader for a while.

Then made a start on this blog.

001On to the TFZer Facebook, to post some photographs and peruse the page.

On to CorelDrawing.

Made a graphic of Willmott Dixon’s Incharge Ian for a bit of fun. Hope he gets a laugh and likes it. 

Ablutions all done, and I set out on a Marathonish mini-hobble to Arnold.


Limping up the newly sanded old gravel hill to Woodthorpe Grange Park, my poor beloved Tree-Copse was looking very sad and dilapidated, neglected and untended.

But, a few of the canines were taking their owners on the field for a game of ‘fetch the ball’ Haha!

The trip had more Pavement Cyclist incidents than ever before. I’ve collated them here for you to see the naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclists. There were many more that I could not get to photograph in time, too!

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WDPBL02b I wouldn’t mind if the cyclists were aware of elderly, sight and hearing impaired people. They come too close and make folks jump. None of them seems to have a bell or horn either. Never mind, live and let live without fear… which I wish they would let others do!

A bit of a nip was in the air this morning.

I plodded on and arrived in Daybrook, and into the Arnot Hill Park to the duck pond.


1Mon07bNot a single pigeon there this morning. Perhaps the   Columbidae Columbiformes Columbimorphae Aves are late risers?

After having a chinwag with the birds, (They didn’t answer me, not one the even quake at me?)

I left via the top gate, taking this photo as I did so.

1Mon07cCaught the cold sun glinting against the water.

I pressed on.

When I arrived in Arnold, the rush hour traffic was starting to build up a bit.

It goes to show how quickly it gets lighter in a morning now, most of the vehicles still had their lights on.

1Mon08WDPBL02b What a shame, there were three more retail shops closed down now from last weeks visit.

Sadly, the gents clothiers I often but from, Greenwoods, was one of them.

No more bargain-priced clothing for me then, Humph!

I called in the Fulton Foods shop. I got a pack of six mini bags of Pork Scratchings. (one for me to try, and five to go in the Social Hour nibble box). And some just out of date Golden Wonder Chippie Curry flavoured chipsticks.

Then hobbled (Feet now beginning to sting) to the Asda Walmart store and had a good wander around. I bought a bit of stuff, well, a lot of things. I found they were selling some Cheese Thins Biscuits with pickle flavour and could not resist trying some. Rice cakes BBQ and Salt & Vinegar flavours. Nibbles for the box, potatoes, green beans, bitter lemon and orange yoghourt and a sliced cob of Coburg bread (Never seen these before) A bit risky trying the Asda bakery made bread, their sourdough and bloomer loaves I found to be both tasteless.

WDPBL02b I used the self-serve check-outs. I had to get assistance three times! The first time, on the first swipe, I had to wait eight minutes, (Yes, I had my new second-hand £2 wristwatch on, Haha!) and then had to signal to the assistant-lady to point out the flashing red light above the machine. I did feel a fool, I’d put the basket of shopping on the wrong side of the till! Klutz! I have no idea what went wrong on the other two occasions. But I got a look from the woman that said “Oh, the old fool!” both times. Hehe!

WDPBL02b I paid and went to the photo booth thingy. Got the SD card in, was picking out those I wanted to print, and the machine told me it needed a service and was unavailable. Tsk!

1Mon09Out with the two bags of shopping, to catch the L9 bus back to the flats.

The Daybrook Church looked nice against the blue skies background as we passed it on the bus.

When we got to Sherwood, a neighbour, Brian or Bert, I think got on. He gave me a nod in response to my cheery “Hello, you alright, mate?” as he passed by to get seated.

I was well tired out, and in urgent need of a wee-wee by the time we arrived back on Chestnut Way, at the complex.

Got in and had another short-sharp-wee-wee.

1Mon10Set about getting the meal ready.

Put some seasoned sliced potatoes in the oven, and made some buttered Coburg bread sandwiches with slices of pork knuckle and herbs. On the plate with the spuds, tomatoes, sliced apple, a few BBQ flavoured pork scratchings.

I have to say, the Asda (Walmart) Coburg bread, was delicious! As was the Lurpak soft spreadable butter and pork knuckle within it! A definitely worthy 9.45/10 for Flavour-Rating for this effort!

As I went to the kitchen to wash the things up, I spotted:

1Mon12WDPBL02b This time the immigrant bloodsucking evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black beetles bodies were of a more mature kind, bigger! Most of them were dead, but a few somewhat even larger ones were still alive, and they very quickly shot off, to where, I don’t know where!

I then declared war on the beasts who attacked my apartment from the holes and cracks left from the plastering of the surrounding walls of the new windows. Unequivocally, a casus belli situation now!

I finished of three part-used cans of the Raid and Rentokil bug killer can, in all the infested rooms, which meant of course all of the rooms!

1Mon13I got myself down to watch some TV. Why do I bother trying?

The nodding offs began almost immediately.

Then a longer one of about an hour.

More nod-offs varying between two and ten-minutes duration.

Then another one of about two hours. I woke, still feeling so tired, and went off for a short-sharp-wee-wee.

Had a drink of orange juice and drifted off again.

Woke at 0015hrs, and decided to get up. Tsk!