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Inchcock Today Thursday 28th September 2017: Whoopsiedangleplop Day, well, more an Accifauxpa one come think about it. Huh!

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Thursday 28th September 2017

0225hrs: Bad night for waking up and fighting to try and stop the brain wandering off on its own course. Going AWOL but taking me with it, sort of thing. I fretted and worried about Sister Janes operation, the noisy git upstairs, my own regular ailments and failures, the toothache, trying to accept my oncoming caducity… You name it, I think it rambled through the grey-cells at some point over the next ten minutes or so.

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and straight to the Porcelain Throne. Far less a messy session this time, but boy, was it a painful one! Oddly enough, Harold’s Haemorrhoids did not bleed at all? Just stung like buggery! Hehe!

Did the health checks and took the medications, then I think I decided to do the remaining washing left over from yesterday, partly to give the still partly-fuddled brain-box something else to ponder on?

Got the bag and accoutrements needed and went with them to the lifts.

Number One Elevator (The one with the breeding alien blob on its floor), was out of action. The sense of humour was still working in the brain though… I imagined that the caretaker had after 3 weeks got around to cleaning up the blob and had probably been bitten by the Alien and mutated into something else? Hehehe!

Got the machine going and up to the flat.

Arthur itis in the left knee particularly bothersome now?

Making a mug of tea, I looked down outside and thought there was a free parking space opposite the building! Never been known I thought, and took a photograph to show others the proof. Haha!

When I got in, on the computer later, I found it was not a parking space, but a black car that was hidden in the drizzle and darkness.

Made a start on this diary, then back down to the laundry room to move the clothes into the dryer.

Getting out of the elevator, and Duodenal Donald started giving me a lot of jip suddenly.

Carried on with the dairy. When the alarm/timer beeped, I collected the empty bottles and took them down with me, to put them in the Recycling bin.

On the short journey down, Craig Cramps affected the fingers, and I had a job to get one of them out of the bottle. I had to smile to myself.

Out through the lobby doors, the rain was falling, and a collection of fallen leaves had gathered rather artistically against the brickwork divider, I thought.

It was warm but wet out there.

I sneezed as I approached, and the teeth began aching like mad again! Slowly the ailments were taking over my day again! Humph!

When I lifted the lid of the bin as mentioned earlier and gently laid my three sauce cleaned bottles on top of the nearly full receptacle (Not wanting to make a noise and disturb anyone), I realised that I may be the only non-alcoholic tenant in the place!

And likely, the only one who could not afford to drink Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey Whisky (93-year-old Polish Eddie?). Famous Grouse Whisky (86-year-old Bill – William on Sundays?). Hayman’s 1859 Reserve Gin, I could not guess who had drunk this, but there were two empty bottles mixed in with a good selection of wine, spirits and beer ones. For a fleeting moment, just seconds, I was tempted to start drinking again. Luckily, as I closed the lid, I belted my elbow on the corner of the brickwork, that did the trick, cleared away any alcoholicismistic thoughts. (Jealous? Me?)

Back into the laundry room to collect the things and titivate it up a bit.

Disaster! The lovely brown throw came out with the edges tattered and loose. Lost its colouring and all wrinkled up beyond saving I think. My Kippah had shrunken to barely wider than my hand when stretched. I’d done something wrong, but could not tell what, because, the settings clear after use on this machine? Tsk!

Cleaned out the filter and wiped the inside of the drum and the shell.

Back up again to the little dwelling box on the 12th floor. A wee-wee, kettle on and another wee-wee? Oh, dear!

Getting a bit lighter now.

Another mug of brew.

Had a wee-wee.

Checked on the weather forecast for the rain situations. Oh, we’ve got a lot to come and worse on Friday, Saturday, Sunday!

On with updating this again.

Ablutions tended to. Assembled the nibbles and raffle prizes for the Tenants Social hour meeting.

Had a wee-wee (Tsk) Took the black bin bags and put them down the chute.Then set off on a walk

Then set off on a hobble around the back of Woodthorpe Courts, by Winchester Court, up the hill onto Sherwood Vale. And right down to Chestnut Walk and down that to the Winwood Social & Obergruppenfureresses cabin come hut.

Then right down to Chestnut Walk and down that to the Winwood Social & Obergruppenfureresses cabin come hut.

Between the two blocks of flats, I actually saw some workmen.

Not many, but still, an improvement on lately.

A machine was moving very slowly towards my block. It had the name of a Mast-Erector Company on it. Appear more like a pile-driver to me?

I noticed through the fencing that ready-made concrete was being delivered this morning. So I assume the team will soon be getting on with the foundations for the new block of apartments to go in-between the two old ones.

As I walked along the side of the dividers, I had to take care not to slip in the wet mud from the rains.

Up the hill and onto Sherwood Vale without any mishaps, though.

As I turned right down Chestnut Walk, more caution was called for as sadly, the falling Autumn leaves combined with the rain, made walking decidedly dodgy! Hehe!

As I passed the top of Winchester Street on my way to the shed, I espied they had put up new signs on both sides of the road.

Resident Parking Only. Which apparently made no difference to the two people who got out of their car at the end of the Walk, and nipped off with their dog, up into Woodthorpe Grange Park.

I noticed through the fencing on Chestnut Walk, a load of Nottingham Street Art had appeared, thrown through or over the railings into the park. Humph!

Into the meeting, and got myself ensconced on a table. One that I usually get turned away from and sent to the one near the door to use. But not today, for the one near the doors was filled with four visitors of Frank Two, and no room was available. Which tickled me pink, cause I could have a proper chinwag with the gals at this larger table.

Put the raffle prizes on the table with the others, bought some raffle tickets and gave them away to two gals.

I dare not have a drink, cause it might start the rear end leaking. Jenny took the nibbles around for me. Not many came back to be used next week. BJ was in good form, no time to talk though he was helping to do the raffle.

Then, just as I was laughing about the crossword and not one of us could remember how to spell Deutschmark. (I can now when it’s too late to show off, Tsk!) And a Whoopsiedangleplop of an embarrassing nature took place! I felt the warm-and-wet sensation from the rear quarters, that is so commonplace for me, but not for ages now. Something had caused the bleeding to start again.

I knew I had to get back to the wet room and check things out quickly and was very uncomfortable with having to leave so urgently.

I think I red-facedly waved my farewells as I left. Rushing as fast as I could, and limping with Arthur Itis’s left knee and the right-angled right ankle bothering me, I must have looked a right wally hobbling at speed back to the flats. Especially with trying to walk in a fashion that prevented any more leakage!

What a mess to clean-up and treat, when I did get in. No going out for me today, too hazardous now.

It was Duodenal Donald that was the cause, which I was content with, for I feared it might be Little Inchy and his lesion causing the problem, luckily it was not so.

More flipping washing to do, now!

Made a brew. I half expected someone from the thirty or so folk at the meeting to call see if I was alright, but no, not yet anyway.

Updated this with the photos and verbiage. Then went on to sort the Emails and WordPress replies out.

The ‘Herbert’ upstairs is knocking and banging again!

About to go onto Facebooking, and both fire alarms went off, Communal and the one for this flat! I can’t hear the Communal one, but my alarm was going off, made me investigate outside, and I heard it then. Oh dearie me!

I looked out of the kitchen window and saw one fire tender – they usually sent a tender, ladder and back-up van to our alarms, but only the one today.

Mind you, just as well really, cause there was nowhere for the one to park, let alone three!

Two workers vans in the Emergency Vehicles Only double lined parking space!

By the time I got the camera out the crew were in the foyer I assume. The cab doors were left open

A minute later (eight minutes in total) they were out again in the tender and were off to the end to turn around, then they appeared again, as they left the site.

I bet there will be some bother over the parking in their dedicated bay, and I hope they kick-up a stink too!

Had a wee-wee.

Did the health-checks and took the medications.

Back on the computer and forgot I was doing Facebook and I did a Morrison order for next week. 0630>0730hrs Wednesday 4th October.

Back on Facebook. What a mess. It kept freezing and would not let me edit the photo galleries. Most disappointing. It took me three hours to get through and almost finish what I wanted to do. Tsk!

Did the Health Checks and took the evening medications.

Had a wee-wee.

Finally got around to WordPress comment reading.

Tired now, I got the meal on the go and served it up.

The loose one of the two bad Incisors had become a lot looser. But I coped without too much trouble to masticate with unbearable pain. I’m becoming a bit of a Mastication Maestro. Hehehe!

While sorting the meal, I stopped to photograph a most beautiful scene from the kitchen window. It produced an amazing crepuscular ray, and the dust reflected the sun, it was marvellous. However, by the time I got the camera, the sun had gone.

What I still think is a good un, though. The wind showing in the trees?

Tired as I felt, the nodding off routine of late, did not mature: as I watched the TV for over two hours without any.

Then when they did begin later, I reckon I had a dream everytime I nodded. But annoyingly I could recall nothing about them at all. I think they were all sort of set in my younger days, but don’t understand how I think I know this?

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 27th September 2017

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Whatever happened to the Wine Lakes and Butter Mountains?

Wednesday 27th September 2017

0520hrs: Woke and automatically wondered when the scab-end upstairs is going to start his knocking, banging, drilling and other sundry noises this morning. I was feeling a little low from the onset.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, unfortunately, setting off the tooth-ache when I caught a Trentall tablet against the teggies as I tumbled it with the other collection of unwanted drugs into my mouth.

A very unexpected and urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was pouring a mug of tea. Into the wet room and on the Throne… the tea was cold by the time I got out of the chamber again. The agony temporarily superseded my toothache for ten minutes or so, when I was at an impasse in this session. Rock hard, half-in and half-out, excruciating, bleeding and in agony for the last couple of minutes or so.

The bowl needed a cleansing of blood, I needed the same. Another third of a toilet-roll was gone. Hehe! Medicational extras utilised, creams applied etc. Tsk!

Refreshed me and back into the kitchen to make another mug of tea. Took a look out of the window, feeling self-pity and wondering why everything seems to be going wrong again. Little inchy bleeding again, Haemorrhoid Harold, the noisy b_______ upstairs, the toothache that cannot be seen to cause the INR blood level, the return of Crampy Craig, can’t eat without pain, can’t even go to the toilet without it either… Oh yes, I was in the depths at this moment.

The fog in the distance threatening the coming of winter didn’t help. But when I looked down below and saw the changing colours of the trees and bushes, I felt so guilty for the feelings I have now. I might not be able to remember much in detail of recent events, but I could remember Reverend Salmon in 1959 at the Bridgeway Hall Methodist Chapel on Arkwright Street giving a sermon to us younger ‘Life Boy’ members, and roughly what he said too! I think I can still smell the club-room we were in when the thoughts go back.  “None of us deserves contentment, and none of us will find it – without an effort on our behalf, and removal of greed from our systems!” No mention of his Lord? I liked this man, When he used to join in with us to play ‘Murder-ball’ with us, he did not hold back. I reckon that a few of us must still have some of the scars from the injuries he inflicted. I know I have. Hehehe!

For some reason, this little memory session brought about a change in my attitude and, I have no concrete idea why.

Went on CorelDraw and finished a graphic for a TFZer, who lives in Idaho.

It shows the expensive blooming packet of instant potatoes and cheese I bought the other day. Bit of a laugh, I hope. I’m not sure whether to eat it or keep it as future financial thingamajig? Hehe!

I started this diary going up to here, then moved to yesterday’s to finalise and post that one off. But it seems that the photograph of the meal has disappeared from the camera?

On with the Emails, WordPressing, replies etc.

WordPress would not let me update to Facebook? Which I went onto next.

First sounds of banging about from upstairs at 0845hrs.

It was a sad day for the noise, and I put the headphones on while I listened to the radio on the computer. (I found out hours later the delivery had arrived, but I had not heard the doorbell.)

Spent a few hours on CorelDraw, doing the next TFZer graphicalisation.

Hope they like it.

Spent another few hours cleaning the bottom cupboards. I shan’t go into the not being able to get back up again. Nor the bloody noise from upstairs. Cause I need to cheer missen up a bit.

Shattered now.

Got the nosh ready.

Pork & Mushroom pate, instant potatoes soft with cheese melted and mixed in, Garden peas with balsamic vinegar.

The pate bit of mushroom caused the teggies some bother. The left Incisor is getting looser every day.

Checks, medications and in the chair to watch some TV. Which I only managed a bit of, because of the nodding off and waking over the next few hours. Heard the doorbell, later on, it was a neighbour who had spotted the parcel outside of my door. Thanked him, took it in, checked the paperwork and left it in the spare come storeroom.

Huh!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 26th September 2017: Mega-Busy Day – Laundry room duties. Many photos of Nottingham City Centre taken.

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Tuesday 26th September 2017

0255hrs: Woke-up, the dreams I’d had annoyingly drifted off into the ether in seconds.

Then, a much-awaited call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I made my way to the wetroom in almost celeripedean style… well, with less hobbling and limping than of late anyway. Hehehe! The session went well, but Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled a bit. I was happy that at last something had been passed.

0315hrs: Took the laundry down and got it into the washing machine.

0324hrs: Back, up and did the Health Checks, Sys157, Dia 74, Pulse 80, Temperature 33.6, W 14.94.

Started this diary off, did the graphics ready.

0345hrs: Down to move the things from the washer to the dryer.

I noticed they had removed the bookcases from the lift lobby.

Looks rather stark now, to say the least.

But at least all the lights were working this morning.

Some new Commandment Posters had appeared on the board near the elevators.

The first informed us in Capital-Letters again, of the TRA (No idea what it stands for... oh yes I do, Tenant Resident Association. Only guessing)

In capitals again, and red lettering in places, this one was Commanding us to remove everything from our balcony.

If we fail to do this, anything on the balcony will be, as it is wrongly typed here: WILL BE REMOVE AND DESTROYED. Hehe!

I wonder who Lynne Rowe is? How do we contact her… or should I say HOW DO WE CONTACT HER?

I am naughty here. Sorry.

The third poster from Obergefreiteress Jenny was a handwritten one (Not in capitals, though).

Now, this was nice of her. Being concerned about someone who might need her help, and trying to put whoever it was, mind at rest.

Well done with this sign, Jenny.

0359: Up and continued with the diary update. I made this graphic adding this mornings photograph at the bottom, of the AMP  (Alien Mutation Process) on the elevator number one floor.

It looked to me like the life-form worm or whatever it is, has survived and is still waiting to give birth perhaps?

Whatever it is, it has withstood the caretaker’s efforts to clean it up and or remove it?

I assume some attempt must have been made over the fourteen days since it landed on earth? But, then again, without the incentive of extra financial gain, backhander, bribe, inducement, schmear, sweetener, some people are not interested in working without an additional bonus slipped to them. Who can blame him?

Looking closer at it, it really does look like there is still a life form of some sort in it?

I’m surprised the caretaker hasn’t tried to sell it to a museum by now. Haha!

0444hrs: Down once again, to collect the laundry and titivate the place. It certainly needed some attention.

The other washing machine that I do not use for this very reason had the doors all tacky with soap powder dried hard, stuck on them. W2, the one I use was not so bad.

The filters looked like they had not been cleaned for days, so clogged up with gunk and fibres.

The waste bin was rather full, and with some out-of-place items laying on top of it, that surprised me somewhat.

As to why they should even have been in the laundry room in the first place?

I got the clothing out of the dryer and sorted and folded into the bag.

Then, I got on with cleaning the filters and machine casings.

They were in a sorry state I can tell you.

The other washer drawer where you should put the soap powder, freshener etc. in, was so grotty, I could not get the soap powder off of the areas it had spilt over into.

0525hrs: Got it all sorted and cleaned, apart from the drawers of course.

Then, as I went to go back to the flat, I spotted outside the foyer door, a traffic cone had appeared?

Had the yobboes been calling again, I wondered. Or, maybe someone has been parking their vehicle up against the automatic outer doors? Hehehe!

Put away the cleaned clothes and onto updating this diary again.

0730hrs: Got it done up to here. Expecting the Morrison delivery soon.

Started to update yesterday’s diary, then.

I pondered on whether or not to take a Senna with the medications, being as there have been no movements from the rear end for a few days now? I didn’t though.

It bugged me about the dirty input drawers. So I went back down again to have another go at cleaning them. But no luck.

The solid soap powder would not come off, whatever I tried on them. I considered fetching a knife down and trying that, the scouring pads I tried, were not moving anything. When I knocked the knuckles trying, I gave up and returned to my nice but noisy (Thanks to the moron on the next floor up) apartment.

2Tue14The Morrison man arrived. In and out like a flash he was.

I carried the bags into the kitchen and got the stuff stored away.

Once again I’d overdone it a bit.

I realised that I had now bought three products claiming to be from; USA, Australia and specifically one from Idaho.

This is the instant mash that I foolishly pain £1.50 for!

When I could have got an English generic brand of instant potatoes, for around 50p for the same weight packet!

Tsk, Plonka!

Had a good ablutionalisationing session. Feeling alright at this moment. This worried me, Hehe!

The git upstairs has started drilling again, now!

Got ready and took the last of the food in the fridge that the teeth will not let me eat, to get rid of it before it goes out of date. Apples, tomatoes, bacon and peppers.

Had a chinwag with one of the gals as we walked to the bus stop.I saw Deana coming towards us, and told her about the food, she asked me to drop it in the toilet for her. As tenants tend to see food and think it is freebies and knick it. Haha! So I dropped the bag in there for her and carried on to the bus stop. At least there was no rain today.

Arriving in the City Centre, I got off near the old dancehall and made my way to the Aldi store. Where I managed to get some Balsamic Vinegar, the same size as the one I got from Tesco yesterday at £1.50, or 99p. So I got three bottles at that price. And a pint of milk.

Hobbled over (The feet were stinging) the road and through the Victoria Centre onto Mansfield Road, then along Milton Street and took these photographs of Clumber Street.

Limped up to Trinity Square, passing two bit of Nottingham Street Art en route. The simple artwork of crushed alcohol can be of no interest, far too quotidian. But the liquid graffiti on the wall of the Coral Bookmakers was curious… well, I was inquisitive about what had caused it. It was well set in whatever did it. Haha!

King Street and Queen Street were both bottlenecked as I passed them. I saw on Queen Street, a traffic warden booking some vans that had parked on the bend at the end of the road. I’ve never seen a traffic warden on either of these roads before.

Upper PArliament Street was also jammed up. It soon became apparent why.

On Long Row, there had been a collision between a bus a lorry and a van

This had been caused by the trailer parking on the edge of a bend that the coaches use from the Slab Square, and the bus had pushed the white van into the back of the lorry.

I assume this is why I saw my first traffic warden on Queen Street, which only a hundred yards or so from the incident?

I got to the bus terminus stop, and although late as I expected, I was soon on my way back to Sherwood and the flats.

The bus was busy en route, picking and dropping folk off. You can see in these pictures how the traffic in town did not let up at all.

The bag at my feet was not very full, but it caused a bit of attention when I accidentally dropped my bus pass into it. Hehe!

We were soon back home at the flats, dropped off and making my way up to the apartment to get a wee-wee ASAP.

As I entered through the door, the tapping and knocking from the bloke upstairs was apparent. I am getting a bit fed-up with this.

I got the fodder away and took the medications, then did the Health Checks.

Went into the kitchen to make another brew of Thompson’s Strong Tea, and spotted the three empty bottles awaiting taking down to the recycling bin that I’d forgotten to take when I left this morning.

Tsk!

I got the fresh Morrison’s mackerel pieces I had delivered this morning out of the fridge and spread some of the Italian De Nigris Glaze Fusion Soy with Balsamic Vinegar over the fish. To marinate for use later, Mmm!

I toyed with the idea of having a bit of the Morrison ‘Best’ Lemon Curd Ice-cream as well, but only got as far as looking at it in the freezer… And this phenomenally robust and breathtaking will-power overcame me! Talk about mazel tov myself!

This encouraged the depression to go away. Until the slob upstairs started drilling again. I’m ashamed, and hesitant to say, I shouted out loud and used a naughty word!

I added some soy sauce to the peas in the saucepan.

The weather was so beautiful.

I went out onto the balcony to take this lovely photo of the greenery and my most appreciated and beloved copse on the left in this picture.

Fatigued now, I got the evening medications sorted and got the meal prepared and served up.

The noise from above continued on and off until around 1900hrs.

Had the meal, nice it was, but still hard to eat without pains form the teggies.

Sudden and utter fatigue overcame me, and I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and nodded of. Occasionally waking and wondering hwat it was that was on th TV, then off again. It was like this for hours. Tsk, Hehe!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 24th September 2017: The toothache and the noisy neighbour did not go well together! Humph!

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Sunday 24th September 2017

0159hrs: There I lay after waking up in the £300 second-hand recliner – toothache, TV still on, remote control on my over-ample belly, mind full of bits of dreams that wafted away within seconds. Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald giving me some stick, I passed some wind, belched and this brought on Anne Gyna’s temper for some reason. Moments later a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, which had to be responded to in quick time… stubbed a toe getting up and out of the recliner en route to the wet room. Where things went very well but confused me. Yesterday I was convinced that Trotsky Terence was coming back, this morning, no signs at all of him, now!

I washed and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks make a brew of tea and take the medications. I could not understand nor did I have the perspicacity, to grasp how, considering the lack of fodder consumed thanks to Incisor Suzie’s discomfiture, that my weight had indeed crept up!

I did the tests twice again over the next few hours, these are the results. Why the little Sys?

Can anyone explain this, please?

0215hrs: Got the computer going and started this page to here, then had to catch up and finish yesterdays diary.

0445hrs: Got the journal posted. Onto the Emails and replying, then WordPress reading.

Did some Facebooking.

Off to make another mug of tea, and I took these photos, the left one from the kitchen after opening the window, the right one from the balcony in the other room. Left on Auto Mode, right in Night Scene mode.

0625hrs: Got an Email from Bishops of Stortford with a £10 discount number to use if I spent over £40, so I made an order and did not find anywhere to write the code number into and the order was gone off by then! I emailed them to let them know. No reply of course. Tsk!

0600hrs: On Facebooking.

0620hrs: Graphicationalisationing.

The noise from above flat continued. Huh!

0825hrs: Got the TFZer picture done.

Then to make a drink again, and thought that the view from the window deserved being taken a photo of. Tried to do a panoramic, but only part of the width I actually made, came out.

Back onto Facebooking again.

Feeling a bit better now I was, then, when I bent down to get the pie out of the freezer it hit my mouth and banged against the teeth! Oh, Woe is Me! Hehe!

The noise from above flat continued. Huh!

1450hrs: Back on CorelDraw again.

1600hrs: Got the pie into the oven. Did the Health Checks and took the medications (A little early, I know) with the meal.

Took me awhile to get nosh sorted, with having to cut up and mash everything – and I made a right mess of it too!

The gravy was okay, the peas very nice… but the chopped up pie was not hot enough and far too lumpy for me to eat without the teggies suffering.

1700hrs: Although soft, eating the cob was not an option either. A little disappointed all around with myself, but at least I ate the gravy peas and the lemon desserts. Next meal, back to the mashed potatoes, BBQ mackerel and peas methinks.

The noise from above flat continued. Huh!

I decided that I’d watch some DVD and get the headphones on to alleviate the noise from the flat above me.

I did well with the Heartbeat DVD, watched three episodes before I nodded off…

Inchcock Today – Friday 22nd September 2017:

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Friday 22nd September

0425hrs: After many wake-ups and nodding back off again, I rose from the £300 second-hand recliner and off to visit the Porcelain Throne. Far less messy this morning, glad to say.

Made a mug of tea took the medications and did the Health Checks. The weight had gone down a bit. (He says smugly, Hehe!)
14.84 St. Mind you, I have not been eating so much, what with the Suzie incisor teeth situation.

Not bad again the ailments, apart from the tooth and Hernia Harry, the day has started very well indeed. (Big mouth?)

A pleasant sight this morning, a chimney, out of all those in view, and there are hundreds of them, actually being used to heat the house! Most rare nowadays, a solid fuel fire.

The distant scene, looked to me, with the mist and all, that the sea and coastline, that could be seen through the fog.

Got onto the computer and finalised the Thursday diary and got it posted off. Then checked the Emails.

A touch of guilt came over me as I went to make another cuppa, and I saw the state of the kitchen floor.

No sooner had I swept it and started to mop it up, Craig Cramps attacked the left hand and both set of fingers.

Never mind, I rubbed in some of the Phorpain Gel to ease the fingers. Dare not take an extra Codeine cause I’m using some to deaden the Incisor Suzie Teggies, already.

A bash on Facebooking, and WordPress reading for a couple of hours.

During the Facebooking, someone asked what they will do with the old Police Stations site on High Street, in Arnold behind the Asda store.

I looked it up on the web.

Went off for a wee-wee.

Stubbed my toe and swore.

Returned and discovered that it is to be a Petrol Station with three pumps, six individual service accesses.

I found the planning permission on the Gedling Borough Council pages, and also edited the Google page which showed that the Police Station was still there and working. Got an email back from Google thanking me. Nice that!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Onto CorelDraw to do TFZer graphics. Hours later, I’d got it finished.

Drained now, got the nosh going, rinsed and suddenly the flipping tooth started off for no apparent reason as far as I could see.

I was careful about what I prepared tonight. Instant potatoes, made thinner than I usually would mash them, they were soft. The tinned BBQ mackerel I knew should be safe, cause it has no bones or hard bits in it normally. The surimi fish sticks not hard at all, the garden peas were safe, and the fish sticks I cut up into tiny pieces before I put them into my mouth.

All this effort and it was still a pain, literally, to eat the meal. But, I downed all of it, slowly. Had the evening medications along with it, followed by the lemon fool and meringue mousse.

Settled to watch a film on the box. I reckon I must have seen it with fifteen nod-offs. When I woke after the last one, I could not change the volume at all? I tried all the usual things, going into the options thingy and all that.

Fell asleep again, and woke with the teeth not half giving me some bother. Got up and took an extra pain-killer and rubbed some Phorpain gel in the hands that were stiffening and cramping a bit. As I got back into the £300 second-hand recliner, it dawned on me, that I had not checked the plug connection on the headphones to the TV set. So I did – Yes, it had come lose. Tsk!

By the time I was about to nod-off, the nocivity from the teggies had started to ease a bit. Phew!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 20th September 2017: Surgery, Pharmacy, Flu-Jab then the continuation of the Denist Farce! Tsk! Oh, and an update on the Alien-Blob on the lift floor! Hehe!

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Wednesday 20th September 2017

0215hrs: Woke up feeling a bit better about myself and medically speaking too. Weird that the tooth was giving no pain at all, Anne Gyna has eased so much too. Only Arthur Itis was really bothering me, the right wrist. But it may have been brought on when I took the tumble on the bus the other day when it braked hard?

I soon regretted thinking “Weird that the tooth was giving me no pain at all” when as I was rising out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I sneezed. This set Incisor Susie Molar off. Tsk!

To the wetroom and tended to a Porcelain Throne session, messy but not too bad. I was just glad that things were ‘moving again’.

0245hrs: I got a few of the washing items out of the bag, and set off down to get them into the machine. Up again and did the Health Checks and took the medications.

0310hrs: Down to move the clothes into the dryer.

0318hrs: Up and got yesterdays diary finished and posted off to WordPress. Duodenal Donald started giving me some grief then.

0400hrs: Down to collect the bits of laundry. I popped outside and took this photo of the garages at the end of Chestnut Walk.

Something was flying about near the trees on the left near the storage container. Very fast they were, these whatever they were, made me take a photograph, but I can see nothing of them in this photo?

Folded the togs and cleaned the machine and filter, sink and floor.

The area near the lifts was very messy, leaves and what looked like crushed corn all over the place. The Alien Blob was still there on the floor of the first lift. I tried to photograph its mutationalisationing process, but the elevator cage was shaking far too much to get a clear picture. The flickering lights were also on show this morning.

0415hrs: Put the clobber away and made a mug of tea. Then made a start on this diary up to here.

Sorted out the medication pots.

Checked the Emails, hoping to find one from the surgery with the new Warfarin INR level. No such luck. WordPress reading, then onto CorelDraw to work on the next TFZer graphicalisation.

Got it finished eventually.

But I was very pleased with this one and how it came out in the end.

Pattie from Canada, being shown around on her visitation to Nottingham Castle, by yours truly. I told her not to worry about transport, I’d provide it for her. Hehehe!

The Morrison man arrived, must have been a bit late or behind, because was in and out in a shot! Thanked him, wished him good weather and got the fodder away.

The fridge had plenty of room yet, but the freezer was cram-packed full! Plenty of scope for the Iceland order coming tomorrow.

The freezer was so full mainly because I thought I had ordered a 500g pack of McCains Oven Chips… but had in fact ordered a huge dirty great big bag of 2.25kg! Tsk!

Had a long, excellent refreshing, enjoyable ablutionisationalisticalisationing session.

Changed into togs and set off for the hobble to Carrington and the Surgery. The lift was still shuddering a fair bit, and the lights were flickering, the second lift did not have these impediments. Hehe!

There were about twenty residents at the bus stop when I limped passed them. I stopped and had a little chinwag with them. Obergefrietereress Jenny was there with them, and I apprehended that it was the party of pensioners I should have been going with, to Sprinters in Arnold for the free Fish & Chip meal. I explained to Jen’ about my tooth and why I was not going with them again.

My farewells were given (Not that anyone answered them, Huh!) to them all and I pressed on down Winchester Street to Mansfield Road.

Good job there was no one in a wheelchair or disabled scooter rider, or someone with a pram with me. They would have struggled to get by this lorry.

Turned left, up the road and as I passed the traffic light junction with Haydn Road, I saw they had finished the new road markings.

Up to the top of and over the hill towards Carrington, I laboured a little en route. The plates-of-meat were stinging something awful by now.

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, on a dinky little child’s bike, was making his way down the hill. It was a youth of about 15-16 years-of-age. He must have been over 6-feet, too.

He looked so comical on that bike to me. His knees were up almost to his chin height.

Down the road, walking amongst the fallen conkers and their outer shells was a bit bothersome. As I could not avoid treading on some of them, and the resultant pain made me jump a bit. Never mind.

The traffic got a bit denser as I hobbled on. The gas repair and water roadworks further on to blame I suspect.

I sneezed, and this caused both of the front teeth to sting a bit. I suppose the song, ♫ The hip bone’s connected to the backbone
The backbone’s connected to the neck bone, The neck bone’s connected to the head bone, Now shake dem skeleton bones! ♫ Must be right. Hehehe!

I arrived at the surgery and asked the Obergruppenfureress on the reception if I could get my INR Warfarin level results. Then went into detail about the Dentist and why I needed them.

I got a semi-frowned look in return. Then the lady consulted with Obegrefreireress Nurse Ann. They both looked at me from a distance and returned to their private talk.

Nurse Ann left, and the new receptionist went back to her computer. After a while, she came over to me and told me the result was at 3.0 – spot on the target! I was so pleased that I could get the teeth done now! (Huh, read on, Humph!)

I went to the Chemist in Carrington, to fetch the prescriptions. Bit of a wait, they were busy.

Kiran asked me if I wanted my flu jab doing while I was there. I thanked her, and she gave me the shot in the treatment room. All done and dusted.

I was beginning to cheer up now. (Fool, I should have known better with my luck, please read on).

Merrily I caught a bus to Sherwood and approached the dentist place, with confidence and an air of expectancy. Humph!

I got in and to the Oberleutnantess receptionist and explained everything to her again. Despite the fact that she dealt with me yesterday.

They could not see me today, but I could see my dentist (Vitesh Patel) on Friday evening. Otherwise, it will be into October before I can see him. I explained about how I get in the afternoon, tired and weary, and why. This was of no interest to her, of course. So I asked if I could see the dentist I saw last time. (Snehali Patel) Telling her, I prefer to see that dentist and would like to be moved to her list if possible. No answer to my request. She just said it would not be until October when she could see me either, and even days later than the other dentist. Not until the 13th October. Fair enough I said, I’ll have to wait then. She tapped her computer and gave me a read-out with the appointment on it at the top.

Then as I was leaving, she added: “Of course you will have to go through getting your INR result clarified as within limits again before you come!” That was only time of the whole meeting that she smiled; with curled lips! As if she had won a victory and was enjoying it!

I was now back in depression again.

I left and waited at the bus stop to catch the 90 up the hill part-way to the flats.

Feeling very depressed now.

I limped back to the flat.

In the lift, that was not shaking so much now, I took a photograph of the Alien Blob, still there on the floor after, how many days now?

I think it is mutating now.

The centre seems to be holding something ready for birth? Hehe.

Inside and I picked up some mail that had been posted and had a wee-wee. Two letters, one from the NCH with an A-Z of Home Improvements. Basically, a list of things we will be responsible for during the upgrading of the flats. I’ve not got round to reading and studying it yet, but did read one little section on Personal Belongings.

Surely the onus is on the workers not to steal anything? How can we find somewhere safe and secure when the workers are in the flat and able to go anywhere, they tell us to leave while it is being done and have all those tools with them… Sod it, never mind.

Then sorted the prescriptions out with an uninterested will-power.

Got the nosh ready.

Thesmoked haddock was superb, the peas warmed very slowly with added balsamic vinegar were tasty, same with the overcooked on purpose potatoes.

Now that Incisor Tooth Suzie has started, what’s the best word… sinking and leaning a little. eating without catching her, is actually a bit easier. No less painful when I do mind. But cleaning the teeth is a nightmare. Tsk!

Settled and watched some nodding-off affected TV.

Inchcock Today – Monday 18th September 2017: Audi Clinic Test, Dentist, Whoopsiedangleplop and Nottingham Photos

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Monday 18th September 2017

0310hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand wobbly recliner, and simultaneously thought and was aware that I was doing the same thing, laid on the floor covered in mephitic straw in a barn, in Dickensian times? This thought lasted only a few seconds. Very odd!

I spotted the reminder notices I’d left for myself, and forced my way out of the recliner, and got the Health Checks done and took the medications.

Results today: Sys 132, Dia 61, Pulse 82, Temp 36.1, Weight 14.92. I was a little disappointed that the weight had not gone down at all, despite Incisor Suzie forcing me not to eat much at all? Sys and Dia both lowish this morning?

Got the average totals for last week from Excel. Looked about the same as usual to me, apart from the weight increase I mentioned, of course. Tsk!

Not the slightest sign of any Porcelain Throne activities needed. It’s been a while now. I considered taking a Senna, but Trotsky Terence has tricked me before! Haha!

I had a recheck that I had got all the things ready that would be needed today. Money for the bus, the bus times, Audio Booklet and appointment card etc.

The computer on and finished off the Monday diary. Then started this one off.

Checked the Emails, and WordPress reading and responding.

Facebooked for a while, not much time though, getting close to the ablutionising and departure time.

Had a super shower, and all things seemed to be calming down.

Haemorrhoid Harold had stopped bleeding and was stinging fare less now. ✓

Arthur Itis was very kind indeed! ✓

Even Hilda Hips had eased off! ✓

Reflux Roger, no bother at all! ✓

 No Shaky Steven’s, no Dizzy Dennis’s either! ✓

Hernia Harry, not bad at all! ✓

But, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were backing up Incisor Tooth Suzie’s pains. ✕

And as yet, not Porcelain Throne session, for three days now? Oh, dear!

Feeling a lot better in myself now. I got ready and set off, taking the three sorted bin bags and dropped them down the chute at exactly 0800hrs.

Down in the lift, the shuddering lift with lights flickering and blinking. So much so, that I had the struggle to get today’s photographicalisation of the Mystery Blob that appeared about a week ago on the floor in there.

Testimony to the caring nature of our caretaker and his compassion for wildlife shows through in his not carefully cleaning the elevator’s floor for fear of harming the possibly Alien life-form, which has appeared and remained for the last week? Hehehe!

Set off using the collapsible walking stick, which is a little uncomfortable due to it being a  bit too long, by the time I reached the Obergruppenfurheresses empty shed, I stopped to collapse it and put it back in its bag. I noticed that the boarding, which has all been changed to a different colour. Has now had new signs attached to it, advertising the building company and Nottingham City Homes.

I pressed onto the end of the road and walked down Winchester Street Hill to the bus stop. Where a few moments later, I was joined by Newcastle Annie, bless her. We had a chinwag until her friend joined us and the bus arrived. We paid our £2 fares and were off on the way to town.

We were a little late arriving, due to the roadworks and temporary traffic lights.

The bus had to struggle through some very narrow gaps, but the driver did very well and manoeuvred the bus with aplomb and care.

As we turned down King Street, the driver had to jam the anchors on sharpishly.

1Mon08I was stood up at the time waiting to get off at the terminus.

Unfortunately, I banged and bent my thumb backwards as I stopped my self-going over. Tsk!

Walking down into the City Centre Slab Square, Annie caught me up. She was going to the bookies to buy her Irish Lottery Tickets. I wished her all the best of luck and proceeded on my hobble to the Standard Hill climb to the  Audio Clinic.

On my limp up Standard Hill, I spotted what to me, is a new posh Cafe opened.

This area has the highest priced property in the hole of Nottingham. How do these places make it pay? I could not find the cost of this building, but the next one up was… wait for it… £165,000 pa! £25.38 per square Foot per annum! No wonder they have to

charge so much:

6oz Rump Steak, 6oz! Blimey, it wouldn’t fill the hole in my tooth! Hehe!

With burning painful feet, I arrived at the top of the hill and entered the Audio Clinic.

Two, not seen before receptionists on duty. One smiled and beckoned me towards her as soon as she spotted me. She took my appointment card, and validation booklet gave me back the both and told me to take a seat, which I did. I got out the crossword book. There is a new system in place now. A loudish ‘Ping’ kept coming over the PA system, and eventually, I worked out that it was. When it sounded, a message came on the screen on the wall. The name of a patient appeared, with the message, such as:  “Bernard Funkgibbon is about to be called.” Excellent idea, that.

My name came up in about ten minutes, and a young lady came appeared and escorted me to a treatment room. She was a Student doing her first full examinations, with a qualified Audiologist in attendance.

The session was thorough and in depth. The student gal did not follow my humour, but the trained woman was finding it hard not to laugh. Particularly, when they had to ask me what medications I was on, and what for. I did make them laugh! Hehe!

The test results showed that my hearing had only gotten a tiny bit worse since 2009. They mended my current hearing aids for me to make do with until the new ones are ready. Then set about doing the ear moulds for me. They even gave me some batteries, four packs of five, bless em!

I thanked them both, and they walked me back to the waiting room area and said for me to wait until the receptionist calls me with an appointment for me to collect them and have them fitted-up for me.

Minutes later the friendly receptionist called me over. She handed me back the booklet and an appointment slip. I have to collect and have the new aids fitted on Monday 16th October at 1130hrs, in four-weeks time. I thought it might have been longer.

I exited and took the scenic route back into town so I could pass the Nottingham Castle gates. But the sight of this Fothergill Watson designed building caught my eye much more than the gates did.

Isn’t it just magnificent!

On the short journey down Friar Lane into the City Slab Square. There were endless Nottingham Pavement Cyclists, lurking and racing about. This Herbert was busy stopping and talking to youths, in between his mad crazy cycling so close to folks, I felt sure he would hit someone. Tsk! Naughty Boy!

Into the Square. The sky was alternating between bright and murky, now.

Mark my words, when I had to mount a rather precipitous step, Arthur Itis let me know his displeasure at the back of the knee. Nearly always a sign of wet weather on the way when he does this.

Up Queen Street and caught the L9 bus back to the flats. Luckily I remembered I was not going to the apartments yet but to the dentist! Huh, clot! So I stayed on the bus and dropped off in Sherwood.

For a Monday, Mansfield Road looked busy today.

I meandered up, across the road and into the dentist’s torture chamber. Haha!

I told the Obergefrieteress receptionist my problem with Incisor Suzzies tooth. She looked on her computer and said that ‘My’ dentist was very busy and could not see me for two or three days. I’m afraid I blurted out in reply: “Well that’s no problem, I don’t like the man anyway, I’ll see anyone who can see to me!” She produced a print-out and handed it to me, after checking I could attend tomorrow at 1230hrs. I have the INR blood test at 1100hrs. At the surgery, but should be able to get back well in time, so I agreed.

When I looked at the paper later, my dentist is apparently Dr Vitish Patel; I am to be seen by Snehali Patel. His brother, perhaps? Oh, no, Snehali is a female name I think. Maybe his Sister then? I’d just got used to the three Polish dentists language as well. Now all of them have moved home. I wonder why.

I thanked the lady and departed and caught a number 40 bus back up the hill to my snug little flat. Where I got in and made a cuppa. Took the medications, did the Health Checks, wondered why I still, did not need the use of the Porcelain Throne and set about getting the new dates and times of appointments written in the book and onto the Google diary.

I deliberated over what to try and eat for a nosh that was not soup but would be safe for the tooth. After a while, I decided to risk the beef pie and some potatoes. But with tons of gravy (Not my most successful thing,  making successful Bisto)

I know). I intend to chop up the pie and potatoes tiny, to make a sort of mash, after soaking them in gravy. What do you think, a good idea?

The sky came over all threatening and very dark.

I put the light on in the front room, but it didn’t do much good. Huh!

1445hrs: Then started to update this diary, in between wee-wees. Still no movement from the rear end whatsoever, not even any sign of my being likely to need the Porcelain Throne yet? Maybe, when I’ve eaten the mashed pie and potatoes in gravy, things might develop in that area? Haha!

1700hrs: Got caught up to here with the post.

Got the oven on and checked the crock pot potatoes.

Checked the Emails, WordPress.

It went even darker outside again, and the rain came.

Had a wee-wee.

Then I made a reminder note for myself and hung it on the TV screen.

Saw blood on my protruding belly.

The mouth had filled with blood from Incisor Tooth Suzie.

Rinsed out and gargled with TCP – by gum, that stung a bit. As I was clearing up afterwards, I noted that the Use-by date on the TCP was Oct 2015!

What an idiot I am!

1Mon21I got the meal sorted, chopped it all up on the plate and drenched it in gravy. For once, I got the gravy right. I used Bisto instant gravy, ¾ beef and ¼ caramelised.

I allowed it all to cool a little, then got it figested. Very palatable. Despite a few twinges from the tooth, it tasted right grand! The last banana was well ripe so no bother there, and the Lemon Meringue mousse was so light and fluffy to eat, there was no bother with eating that either.

I got washed and changed into fresh jammies and settled to read the Lenigrad book. Stopped a moment to ponder over the horror mankind brings on itself, and has done so ab inition, and I fell asleep.

Inchcock Today: Sunday 17th September 2017

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Sunday 17th September 2017

0420hrs: Amazingly, I had a decent deep sleep last night. No wee-wees, no Porcelain Throne attendances, no nibbling (Mind you, with a toothache I’m not surprised at this) and I felt a little jauntier when I awoke. This lasted for about 20 seconds. Until I tried to remove the headphones I’d fell asleep wearing, and caught the mouth and tooth when taking it off – Whoa, did it sting! Hehe!

Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. No movements, oh dear? But worst of all, and much worrying was that Little Inchy was bleeding. After all this time and the appointment made for next week, the operation will have to be put on hold again! I sent an Email to the clinic informing them, and one to the GP surgery asking for an appointment with the Doctor. Going to see the Dentist tomorrow, then the Audio Clinic to get the hearing tested and aids adjusted. Blood Test Tuesday. GUM Clinic Wednesday. Have Hilda Hip looked at on Thursday… things ain’t going well recently.

The mind raced when I thought of it. If I go to see the dentist first in the morning that will mean if they treat the tooth straight away, I’ll be late for the Audio Clinic? So I’ll go there first. Then I might not get seen by the dentist until later in the week? Oh dear!

Not much enthusiasm now. I think I’ve thought myself into a depression. Haha!

I got the Health Checks done, and was shocked to see the weight had gone up again. This after not eating much due to Incisor Suzie Tooth, and yet the mass increases? Sys 149, Dia 79, Pulse 90, Temp 34.8, W 14.93 – Shame.

When I went to get the medications out of the drawer, last nights doses were still in the pot – Another Whoopsiedangleplop! I did not have time to get annoyed or sorry for myself, as I had to return to the Throne post haste! Another messy session.

When I returned after the cleaning-up, I had an idea for a humorous graphicalisation, and got straight on with creating it on CorelDraw, took me a couple of hours, but the humour came out of it I think. I made an edited version and will post it to author Les Johnson on Facebook later. His Erskine Quint books are fantastic.

I used this as a top funny on this dairy as well.

Notwithstanding and regardless of my suffering with a toothache, Little Inchy bleeding and very sore and Dizzy Dennis paying me a visit, I thought the view outside was fantastic this morning. So I attempted to take a panoramic photograph.

Not as exciting as last night’s I know, but I liked it.

Started this diary going then caught up with yesterday’s and got it sent off.

Started my next TFZer graphicalisation. Finally got it finished:

Feeling tired now, and Incisor Suzie is giving me a lot of hassle.

I think I’ve been taking too many 60g Codeine Phosphates to counter the toothy-peg pain, folks. Mind you, it seems to have had the reversing effect on Trotsky Terence – I can’t go, well I can go to the Porcelain Throne, but without any success or movement. Worra life! Hehehe!

Oh, while I think of it, I’ll do a sign to remind me that in the morning, I have to go to the NHS Hearing Centre Clinic for 0930hrs. Which means the Dentist afterwards, and I need to make sure I have £2 bus fare to get there, cause it is too early to use my bus pass. Oh yes, I must put the old hearing aids in a box to take with me too.

And, as well as and besides, I must put the Audio Record Book in the coat pocket now, so that isn’t forgotten. They will not see me without it. Back in a bit.

All done now. I’ve just done another mega-sneeze, and the tooth is really loose and painful now. Tsk! Still, if it comes out, it’ll save them money-grabbing, uncaring, nasty, snotty, uppity, supercilious, smart-alecky, topliftical, unshaven-stubble chinned, garlic breath impatient Dentist from charging me? (Sorry, I got a bit carried away there).

Thoughts turned to what fodder I could manage that would cause the least danger to Incisor Teggy Suzie. I tried some biscuits dipped in warm tea without any hassle of a serious nature. Then had a nibble, well, suck really, of some soft sweets I found at the back of the bread bin, but gave up, cause I kept irritating the tooth. Managed to suck on a softish banana.

Had a check on the web of the number 40 bus times in the morning. One due at 0822hrs on Winchester Street. Rechecked I had the £2 in coins in the trouser pocket ready.

Still, no calls to the Porcelain Throne whatever today, yet?

Did the Health Checks and then went and crunched on the molar with one of the tablets in the medications. (You probably heard my exclamation howl, yourself. Hehe!)

Ablutions tended to. Little Inchy seems to have stopped bleeding, although a nasty looking leakage of puss of some sort had started again. I must check the GUM opening times for unarranged visits, and see if I can get down to see them. (How I’m going to find the time with all the other medical demands this week, I’m not sure. Humph!)

Got the waste bags sorted, sprayed inside with disinfectant and tied up. I’ll have to remember to take them to the chute in the morning as I depart for the Audio Clinic visit. Can’t take them now, it is too late. It must be after 0800hrs in the morning, the bus arrives at 0822hrs, which doesn’t give me much time to get to the bus stop if I wait until then to drop the bags down the tunnel and catch the 40 bus. Best to leave them until I get back. If I remember, I’ll have whatever takes place at the Hearing Centre, and then the dentist to remember… I must get some more Daktacort cream too, so must make a note for myself to request a prescription on Tuesday when I got for the INR blood test. … the mind is frantically wandering here again.

It’s all go, innit? Haha! I wish someone would adopt me.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 16th September 2017: Not the best of days. Tsk!

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Saturday 16th September 2017

0430hrs: Stirred rather grudgingly into life. Reluctantly, because I knew the incisor would give me pain, trouble and grief as soon as the tongue touched it. It did not let me down! Huh! Argh! However, I was well pleased with the much-needed essential sleep I did get in, despite a few wakenings overnight, when I must have caught the tooth with my tongue, and the resulting twinge of pain woke me up. I decided there, and then, soup might be the best option for my fodder today and tomorrow, or until I can get to see the dentist?

As I dismounted the £300 second-hand (But not shuddering this morning?) recliner, I sneezed, and the whole head was affected with the resulting pain from the tooth area. Tsk!

All of my regular attendee pains twinges and ailments seemed to be with me. Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Hilda Hips, Roger Reflux, Anne Gyna, Trotsky Terence, even Hernia Harold was giving me some gip this morning. The winners today as of now were Incisor Suzie (The painful tooth – Christened last night, Hehe!) and Hilda Hip. Between them, I think they actually helped the situation. One can only concentrate on so many pains at one time. Haha!

As I hobbled to the Porcelain Throne, Dizzy Dennis joined in the attack. And as for Trotsky Terence, I think he’d done a runner. In fact, there was no evacuation at all, apart from a lot of extreme wind. It all confuses me?

Tooth

Incisor Suzie: Not a pleasant sight!

I came out of the wet room and into the kitchen to sort the Health Checks.

But had to get back to the Throne as quickly as I could when things started to move.

At least, I thought they did.

Again, a ‘Nothing happening’ session on the seat. Other than the escaping gases.

Back to the kitchen and started the Health Checks. Put the kettle on to make a mug of tea.

Sys 162, Dia 71, Pulse 84, Temp 35.8, Weight 14.91. A few more sneezes? No other signs of any cold, though?

6Sat04I made the brew and intentionally left it to cool while I got the medications ready.

Did the graphics prep work for this post, then update yesterday’s and got it posted. Making aright Whoopsiedangleplop of it by putting the wrong dates on it. Humph!

Had to re-edit it twice. What a clot!

Took these photographs of outside. Th first one of my beloved Tree Copse to the right. The second one, I got the camera strap around my wrist and hung out of the open window to take it and catch the balcony for a keepsake, cause they will soon be gone in the upgrading work. That’s the plan, but of course, there is nothing happening building-wise at the moment, and a lingering doubt lingers. Hehe!) Came back in and banged my head on the window frame.

6Sat06

While in the kitchen, I decided to get the fodder ready for later. Incisor Suzie’s delicate situation, forcing me to have something I can eat that has the least chance of catching the painful Incisor Suzie. So, I got some mushrooms in Soy Sauce in the Croc-Pot, to be sliced into tiny pieces when cooked, and a tin of Mulligatawny Soup in the saucepan and added some sliced mini tomatoes, and tomato passata mixed into it. Then, hopefully, when I eat it, I can soak the bread making it as soft as possible to dip in it, thus not bothering or even touching the tooth as much as I can.

6Sat05

Checked the Emails, and made the replies and likes, on WordPress.

Started this diary properly.

Made another mug of tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I thought I’d have a go at removing the plastic top off of the Soy Sauce bottle with the other waiting to go to the recycling bin bottles and jars.

6Sat07

Using a knife to get it off, cause it would not screw off… and well, as you see, another Accifauxpa! Tsk!

Ailments

1000hrs: Began the creation of a graphic on CorelDraw, for another humorous post, one about the current ailments.

I finally got it completed at 1225hrs!

Did much Facebooking, then Dizzy Dennis called on me again. So I’ve cancelled the walk in the park for today. Huh!

Got the nosh, well, soup ready. Not very successful noshing, though.

The mushrooms had to be thrown away, too tough and I kept catching Incisor Suzie. I didn’t like that at all. Hehe!

The bread, even soaked in the soup was also too much to handle. The banana was ripe enough to almost suck, so that went down, as did the Lemon Curd Mousse.

At least the weight should have gone down by the morning’s Health Checks. And I did not have any nocturnal nibbles, naturally.

I drank a lot of orange juice, repeatedly hobbling into the kitchen to top up the large mug I’d emptied?

This picture I took while doing the  topping-up.

Got a DVD on to watch, and managed evera episodes of ‘Hustle’ before another Porelain Throne session was needed.

Resettled again, I proceeded to let loose an amighty sneeze, hurt the tooth, ricked the neck, startd the boil on the bum off, swore and passd wind.

This said everything, really. Haha!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 14th September 2017: Laundry room – photographicalisationing, Terrible Tenants Social Hour and The Virgin Internet and Phones Went Down!

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Thursday 14th September 2017

0140hrs: I laid a while doing my best to recall a dereistic dream I was sure that had just finished seconds earlier, it had an old 1961 Co-op shop mixed with the last store I managed years later, car park altercation and that’s all I could recall? Most vexatious.

As I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner, feeling quite good actually, apart from the feet and Hilda Hips, things felt okay. Off to the Porcelain Throne, and oh dear, where did Haemorrhoid Harold’s blood come from. Rich dark in colour and covered the toilet paper uniformly. Not like the usual scenario with Harold at all. Then, I remembered the call from the surgery yesterday. Being, about the INR blood level is too high. Which, meant the blood was far too thin. Perhaps this might be part of the cause?

Out of the wet room and noticed some mail had been delivered. I collected the letters up and perused them.

1: One from Nottingham City Homes: Inviting me to a Fun Day at Bulwell Academy for Saturday 16th September. Of course, on Saturdays here at the flats, only three buses running for us to get to town, then catch another bus or tram out to Bulwell for the Fun Day. And, by the time we arrive there, it would be too late to get back to town and catch another bus that leaves us with a long walk to get home (The L9 bus will be finished by then). On offer for us, was trying our hand at DIY skills, archery, live music, dance, a bouncy castle, balloon modelling, face painting and more! What? Hehe!

2: One from British Gas: Informing me of their increase in energy prices.

This should (They say) be approximately a £30 a month increase.

Huh!

They also told me I could move to another supplier?

3: One from the Haematology DVT Anticoagulant Service: Now this was very interesting this one was.

The lady told me that the INR level was 5.8 when she phoned me yesterday?

A bit worrying this, getting the wrong info?

Shame.

4: One from the Chief Constable of Nottingham: Re Pegasus.

I have been taken off the At-Risk Pegasus listing.

For failing to inform them of the personal changes. But I can reapply at a later date.

I did the Emails and some WordPress reading and thought I’d get the laundry room duties attended to now, while there was plenty of time before the Morrison delivery arrives. There was only three days worth of clobber to clean, but I decided best to get it done while I’m feeling okay and save a bigger load next time.

0330hrs: Down and got the washing going. Coming back up in the flickering light lift, I noticed that the alien-like blob that appeared dropped on the floor five or six days ago was still there.

Did it seem to have started a Mind Meld with the metal floor? Hehehe! It’s lost all of its colour now, too.

Updating work on the diaries, then back down to move the laundry from washer to the dryer. Cleaned the machine. The plastic powder and softener intake drawers were in a terrible gunky mess.

I popped outside to try and get a ‘Moody Photo’ of the flats.

Back up the elevator and carried on doing the updating of the diaries.

Made a mug of tea, had a wee-wee and made room in the airing cupboard for the cleaned clothes when I do get them retrieved later.

I took a photo out of the kitchen window, and realised something was missing in it?

Can you spot what it is? Yes, the workmen’s Portakabin thingamajig on the left of today’s picture. I wondered why.

0500hrs: Down with the cleaning stuff, to the laundry room.

On the way through, I spotted that someone had left two books and a DVD for anyone to take and use if they fancied such a thing. I bet they will be gone by the time I come back down to go to the Social Hour.

 

To the machines and removed and folded the things, and got them into the bag.

Cleaned the drum and the filters.

Then the sink and draining board and swept the floor.

I felt somewhat happy that the ailments were allowing me to do this, without any hassle. Well, apart from, as I said earlier, Hippy Hilda and the plates-of-meat.

As I left the room into the lobby, I saw something I had not recognised there before.

On the coffee table like thing. It looked like a whip used in certain establishments to me.

Haha!

Got the clothes put away and pressed on with this diary updating, while for the Morrison delivery I was waiting. The Morrison man called on the landline when he arrived, seems he was trying to ring the internal thingamajig, but as I had failed to put my hearing aids in, I could not hear him. The kerfuffle caused him to miss a bag of food when he dropped the others off. The frozen food bag, chips, lollies and Lemon Curd ice-cream missing. I sent Morrison’s an email informing them. And advising them that the error might have been caused due to my not having the hearing aid in. The auto Email message afterwards told me they would be in touch shortly. How, I don’t know, Email or phone?

I shelled some garden peas and got them in the Crock-Pot.

Got the ablutions tended to. Checked the nibbles, raffle prizes were in the bag.

Set off on a walk to the Windwood Tenants Social Hour at the hut. Very few folk attended today. When I arrived, only fifteen including myself were there. A most muted session, with an air of misapprehension lingering. Handed in the raffle prizes, gave out the nibbles. So desperate for company, I got the crossword book out. Tsk! But at least Bill (William on Sundays) gave me a hand with some. I could not bear the lack of communications and discouraging silence, and left early, to get back and do WordPress and the idea I had for a funny poem.

Said my farewells and walked back to the block.

Got indoors, had a wee-wee, put the kettle on the boil and got the computer going. But, to no avail… The Virgin Internet and phone were down again! Most irritating and irksome indeed!

I got writing the notes and ideas for the poem, on Word so I could copy them later. The telephone still had no dialling tone, so I knew the internet would not be back on.

Then I thought I’d nip out and ask anyone I could find if they were on Virgin and were having the same problems as I was. Got as far as the lobby. Three tenants there, one said her neighbour had the problem yesterday.

I walked to the Tenant’s Hut and Wardens Deana and Julie were in their little office, busy! Deana, (Julie indicated to me in sign language) was on the phone to Virgin at the time. Then I overheard what she was saying. Around twenty tenants and Virgin users (That sounds naughty, Haha!) had complained to her about their having no telephone line or internet. Thus we had no Alarm Contact box, button or Wrist Alarm either, this system is linked to the phone lines. I hope nobody needs help until it is back on again!

Deana was obviously struggling to get through to someone to talk too, other the auto options. I waited ten minutes or so as she eventually got a human being to converse with. When she got off of the phone, I gave her and Julie a nibble bar.

Deana and I walked back to the flats, as she was going to see if a lady on the eleventh floor had got her line back on yet.

Some impressive Nottingham Street Art in the car park come verge?

I got in number 72 and my phone thus internet was still not working.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

So I got the meal readied and cooking.

Tried the phone line, still nothing.

The clouds through the window, looked a bit like I felt. Flat and dark in patches, but with signs of blue!

Hehe!

Got the ready made meal out of the oven, maybe a twinge overcooked?

Added tomatoes and the fresh garden peas, with a drop of balsamic vinegar, poured over the tiny tomatoes.

A slice of flatbread and Lemon Curd yoghourt to follow, and it all went down very well indeed. Had to rate this one at a 9.5/10 score. The Rosti on top of the lamb underneath it was so crispy and tasty!

Had a read of the book. (There is no internet! Humph!)

Health Checks and medications were taken.

Tried to watch some TV, but struggled to stay awake, I soon gave up trying, turned off TV and got the head down.

I almost sprang awake, with bits of a dream floating about in my head, I wrote down some that I could recall. Got up and got the computer on (The Internet now working) and recorded and updated this diary.

It appears I was in what seemed to be, house made up of parts of all those and the flats and caravans I have resided at over the years. For most of the dream, Lynton Cox and Duncan Robertson and three other blokes were with me, but I cannot recall or even know if I recognised them during the dream.

I kept going out to meet a girl on the bridge, we were groping and snogging, every time this happened one or more of the men would appear and drag me back to the house, and lock me in a different room each time? This happened repeatedly. I think on one of my escapes, I ended up in Amsterdam, then on a coach and me and the same girl travelled to the Weiss Beer Festival, in a massive beer tent we started snogging and this time all of the men arrived to drag me back to the house? That, in conjunction with the notes made, is all I can recall for definite.

This when I realised it was only 2230hrs! I had only been asleep for twenty-minutes before I shot awake! Humph!