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

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!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 13th September 2017: The 13th… what a day to have a dentist appointment. Howling winds and rain last night. Humph!

Wednesday 13th September 2017

0315hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner. The stomach giving me no bother and I felt almost in a state of ataraxia for a few minutes… Until I tried to get up, the recliner shuddered almost violently as it lowered, and as soon as I moved to stand up. First, Hippy Hilda was most unhappy at the movement and then, standing on my painful, poor plates-of-meat stung and almost burned as I got onto them. That would be no doubt due to the enforced route march – Whoopsiedangleplop number three of the five from yesterday?

However, the other ailment were all much easier this morning. Off to the Porcelain Throne, no bother at all there. Arthur Itis, Roger Reflux, Hernia Harry even Anne Gyna were most acceptable pain levels. Duodenal Donald, Hippy Hilda and the plates were the only ones giving any grief.

Made a brew of tea in the new second-hand dainty mug, got a pot of porridge ready to have and did the Health Checks. Sys 159, Dia 79, Temp 32.4, Weight 14.96.

At this point, the innards came to life and bubbled up like, instantly. The rumbling and grumbling and a feeling of, I don’t know the word I need. Queasiness perhaps overcame me (Or should that be squeamishness?). I got the grabber and put the pot of porridge back up on top of the cupboard.

I was earlier, well pleased with the innards situation, especially after waking up to feel the ailments so much better. And now, the relief I felt earlier had turned to a discombobulated feeling of disappointment. Tsk!

Put the hearing aids in, after a search to find the reading glasses that took several minutes (I’d left them in the wet room hanging over the mouthwash bottle?). I went to make another brew, and by golly was the wind a-blowing or what! The beautiful wet-you-through rain persisted down and along in the wind. The howling gusting winds, that seemed to be getting stronger. I hope I can get to the Dentist safely later?

The note I’d left for myself helped me to remember this. Hehe!.

On the computer and started off this diary up to here.

Then finished yesterday’s and got it posted. Checked the Emails.

I popped into the kitchen to make a mug of tea, and saw all the street lights and thought this might make a decent photograph. Back to the computer to collect the camera, returned to the kitchen, and nearly all the lights had gone out. Huh!

Tok this one anyway. The wind had eased a little, but the rain continued to fall.

I thought I was gonna get soaked on my visit to the Dentists, but the rain and the wind dropped quickly?

Got the ablutions tended to and getting ready for the hobble into Sherwood, through Woodthorpe Grange Park to the dental surgery, the lights in the living room flashed and flickered for ages. Mmm?

I sorted and took the waste bags to the chute. Thre was no end of bits of detritus that had been blown in through the gigantic holes in the wall at both ends of each of the corridors.

The chances are the wind would have knocked down the building last night, without them being there? Such was the ferocity of them.

I set out, taking two jars to put in the recycling bin, the recycling bin that has been full for over five days now, incidentally. I’m not blaming our indifferent, elusive, unavailable, unobtainable, unreachable phubbing expert of a caretaker at all. I’m sure he has so many phone calls to make, it must be annoying him these alien blobs on the lift floor, the bins overflowing and debris on every floor of the flats near the lifts, all awaiting his expert attention. Oh, no, not blaming him at all. Only joking.

I crossed over Chestnut Walk and up the steep gravel path hill. This picture came out very well, considering. I was just about to take a photograph, when the leaves and branches on the ring were blown straight into my face, then back again out of view again. They didn’t hurt at all, just made me jump a bit. Hehe!

Limped slowly up the path and into the park, then left down towards Mansfield Road. The damage from the winds had left branches, berries and leaves all strewn about.

As I neared the gate, a sad sight to behold. Some huge branches had been broken off the wonderful majestic, as was, Conker Tree near the walkway, by the winds.

I pressed on, feet stinging of course, but Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald were both easier now.

Left out of the gates up and over the crest of the hill, and there, was a wind damaged new advertising hoarding sign.

Onward I limped, down to the dentist, with a feeling of foreboding at having to be seen to by the new younger dentist. The lady one who used to deal with me has gone back to Poland, and I had this chap tend to me on my last visit. Very curt, short and uncommunicative he was. Yesterday I spoke with Bill (William on Sundays), and another chap from the eleventh floor and they both said they used had the lady do them, and remarked on their feeling towards the new man and his not very friendly at all, nature.

I plodded down to the Co-op store. Bought a wholemeal loaf and some smoked bacon, to have with some tinned tomatoes with basil tonight.

Departed and walked back up the hill.

Where I noticed that another Sherwood outlet had closed down.

It’s getting bad now.

I arrived outside the Dentist and took this picture of the new signs and poster on the front of the premises.

Classy innit? Hahaha!

Tentatively, I went in and meekly reported myself to the Sturmbahnfureresses on the reception. I filled in the statement form, two pages now, not one. I was commanded to sit down, so I did.

I did very well with the crosswords. I didn’t finish one of course, but I came very close. Haha!

A nurse came down and had a bit of a job with me concentrating on the crosswords, to make her orders for me to follow her, heard. This did not please her in the least. I accompanied her up the steep stairs, and she disappeared from view, returning a few moment late back at the top of the steps, asking if I was coming – then she must have spotted my right foot sticking out and my battle to get up the rungs, and her nature softened a bit.

The biggest shock of the visit (Apart from the cost to come), was the young dentist being kind to me! “Hello, Mr Chambers and how are we today?”; with a fixed imitation half-smile showing through his chin stubble. It was all put on, amateurishly as well. Plainly, others had complained about his previous bullish approach and told someone about it, and he had been warned. He was even mock-patient with me when I struggled to get down in the chair.

Within seconds he was hovering over me, saying something to the nurse about the teeth. He leant back to me, sharing his curry scented breath with me too, and prodded the back teeth with a tool of some sort. Gave them a right few belts he did. Then declared I needed a filling, but I don’t need any anaesthetic because it was only a small one. Could he do it now? – I nodded, I would have spoken to him, but the pain from where he’d stuck the prodder in the tooth was still hurting. Huh!

He got on with the task, it did hurt of course, but he was no doubt trying to save the cost of the painkillers.

He gave me the paperwork to take down to the receptionist, he even offered to carry my bag down the stairs for me.

The Obergefeiteress received the paperwork and charged me £56.30, bless her. Gave me a time and date for the next appointment. Wednesday 14th March at 0840hrs. I wrote this down on the crossword book, and hobbled out, thinking I would catch the first L9 back up the hill to the flats. This I did. But, it turned out to be a Whoopsiedangleplop AGAIN! It was too early to use the free bus-pass… AGAIN! So, I had to pay the man. It was only after two bus stops and a lady got on at the next one, and got on for free! This, after she told him, she was a pensioner and could not walk up the hill and waffled on at him. Tsk!

I alighted and walked limpingly along towards the flats, and took a photograph of this rather beautiful bit of the walkway.

The mobile phone burst into tune. It was the Doctors surgery telling me that the INR Warfarin Blood level had risen to 5.8 now. This is opposite to the blood-clot and heart attack area. Rather the ‘Cut your yourself and bleed to death’, and the ‘You’re going to feel cold mate’ mode. I added the details she gave me to the Crossword book with the Dentist details already in there. She gave me the new dosages and the next blood test was arranged for Tuesday 19th September at 1100hrs.

As I did, a voice from behind called my name… it was Warden Deana, and I was go glad to see her. Always cheers me up seeing this lass. We walked into the flats together.

I got in and had a wee-wee.

Put the bread in the bin, bacon in the fridge and got the computer on to update the appointment calender. Then added things to the written diary as well.

Seems I am going to be medically busy next week. Hehe!

Between cups of tea (A bit of thirst developed here?).

Got the tomatoes seasoned and into the saucepan with some tomato juice added and heated the oven ready for the bacon later.

Although raining again, the view was very nice as the sun popped out for me to take this photograph.

Did a bit more TFZer graphic prep work. I may have to abandon this series I’m working on, because CorelDraw has started freezing on me when I try to edit in CorelPaint. Most irritating!

Got the meal in the dish, just the seasoned tomatoes and smoked back bacon, with the fresh bread, followed with the last pot of the Lemon Mousse and a lemon-curd yoghourt. So easy to prepare, but a devil to clean up after cooking. Does anyone clean ovens in their spare time please? How much do you charge? Hehe!

Such a simple meal, but I gave it a 9.2/10 rating.

Settled and got the DVD on and watched some of the ‘Hustle’ episodes. I was surprised I was still awake after being up for over 16 hours, and still conscious and enjoying the stories.

Had to dismount the recliner for a wee-wee, which turned into a Porcelain Trone session, a good one, no mess, no blood.

While up, I decided to clean the pots and to look threateningly at the dirty oven. Hehe!

Back in the recliner and nodded off, but woke up at 0140hrs, wide awake again. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 6th September 2017: Laundry Room Duties – Trotsky Terence Returns, Whoopsiedangleplop. Humph!

Wednesday 6th September 2017

Maltese: L-Erbgħa 6 ta ‘Settembru 2017

0325hrs: Woke up doing my best to recall anything about the dreams I just know I had been having, absolutely nothing came back to me. Tsk!

The sudden need of a Porcelain Throne visitation arrived. The £300 second-hand recliner was as wobbly as my belly as it shook and shuddered to allow me to struggle out of it to get to the wet room. The plates were tender, and both Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis showed their displeasure with me. Still, Duodenal Donald was very calm this morning. The Throne session was not friendly, and cleaning/freshening up was required afterwards.

Got the washing sorted and down to the Laundry Room one lift number one. Had to get some cleaning done before I could use the washer. It was of poor condition, soap powder clinging to various parts and what looked like some sort of bodily pustule gunk on the inside and rim of the drum?

The hands and fingers were doing well, mind. No Arthur Itis or Cramp Craig attentions.

Back up to the apartment. Kettle on and took this photographicalisation out of the kitchen window.

Back to the Porcelain Throne, oh dear, twice already? However, things were far less messy on this occasion.

Started the computer and to work on finishing yesterdays post. Time to go down and move the clobber from washer to dryer. Down in lift number one. Moved the things and up in lift number two.

I spotted this whatever it is on the floor under the button panel? Any ideas, please?

Once back up, I set the timer to remind me when the dryer should be finished and pressed on with the Health Checks. Sys149 Dia 74 Pulse 80 Temp 34.1, all looking fair enough, but the weight was 14.88 again. Huh! A brew in the new cute mug and took the medications.

Down to collect the washing in lift number one this time.

My two Kippahs had dried well with the other stuff, but I did realise that I’d forgotten to take the towels down again! Humph. Clot!

Wiped around and cleaned the filters and back to the lift. I paused to take a look at the book shelves despite the lack of lighting and spotted something that shouldn’t have been there.

Can you spot it? Alcofrolics!

Back up again on lift number two, and the blob of whatever on the floor, seemed to be glowing now? Tricky to tell mind, cause the lights in the elevator had started flickering and flashing again. Hehe!

Put the gear away in the airing cupboard.

Had a wee-wee and into the kitchen and got some fresh garden peas podded and placed in the crockpot with a large potato and seasoned with the Polish All Purpose seasoning ready to start cooking later.

Got the yesterday dairy finished and posted off.

Emails checked, then WordPress Reading done.

Onto Facebook next.

Then got the ablutions tended to… the razor cuts bleeding took a bit of stopping. Little Inchy needed gentle treatment after cleansing, with the Dakacort and antisepticalisationing. Poor little thing. Huh!

Finally all sorted out, I took the bag and box of recycling stuff down with me on the hobble to Sherwood. Dropped the box near the caretaker (The Phubbing Champion) door, and noted as I started to walk along the road, there were no signs of any workmen again around the site of the two high-Rise flats?

As I turned down onto Winchester Street hill, I saw that the Council was doing some work on the bus stop near the Laundry. I had to cross over the road, because they had blocked off the pavement, right at the most dangerous part of a double bend. Humph!

Got over to the pavement and took this photograph of the flats I’d just left.

Down the surprising traffic free hill and into Sherwood and called at the bank to get some spending money. I like going there, getting belittled and looked down on can be very therapeutic, I’ve heard.

Over the road and down to the Polish Delicatessen and bought a sliced loaf and some cooked belly pork with herbs and garlic.

I noticed that the closed-down takeaway on the corner near the traffic lights had lost another letter from those that precariously remain above the shop. Haha!

Walking along, I saw that a new eatery was being got ready for opening on Mansfield Road.

This seemed to me, to be a failed business before it even got built.

Bearing in mind the amount of abandoned retail units there already are within yards of this new one? Why anyone would open a takeaway or restaurant business with so many bankrupted and closed-down ones already evident, plus there being at least eleven still operating within a third-of-a-mile on the same road, I don’t know?

The only one of these above still open is the Polish Ania restaurant.

As I made my way up the hill, this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist gave me a rum look when he saw me with the camera, and eventually got himself back onto the road. Not until he nearly ran into a woman with a pram!

Popped into the Bird’s cake shop and got a fresh cream iced bun. (It had to happen, my weakening after so long, Huh!)

Then, I called at the Co-op store and got some tomatoes, mushrooms and TV paper. Then into some Charity Shops, Mind, Sue Ryder and Hope, where I got an odd looking mug that took my fancy.

The last thing that I need, as I have bought about four this last August? Going Bonkers?

Up to the bus stop and three of our residents were there in the shelter. Little Annie, from Gordieland, a right, real character she is. About 4’10”, thin as a rake and brave as anyone I know. I like her, and we had a great laugh on the way back up the hill. Even the driver of the bus joined in the ribaldry! Hehe!

Back at the apartment, just in time too, cause Trotsky Terence started off again. Cleaned up afterwards and into the kitchen to get the fodder away and meal started off.

About two miles away there was more of the mystery white smoke billowing up.

Not the slightest idea what had or was causing it? Annoying that!

Soon had the meal sorted and served up on Lizzie’s plate.

This effort was, tomatoes with Balsamic vinegarette dressing (The ones bought today at the Cop-op, Horrible tasting, bitter, they were!), Potato cubes, fresh garden peas, orange peppers, sliced boiled potatoes with a dab of Soy sauce, pork loin, mushrooms and apple. I also made one small… smallish, er… giant sandwich of belly pork with herbs and spices to go with it, occasionally dipped in BBQ sauce.

After eating it, I fell asleep with the tray and remnant of the fodder, still on my knee. Of course, when I woke up after dreaming something about my becoming a Councillor for the Samaritans? – The food was spread over my bulging stomach the chair and the carpet, the tray had managed to lodge itself down the narrow gap between the seats. A right performance it was retrieving it and clearing up then trying to get back up again on my feet! Thought I was doing well with the Whoopsiedangleplops as well. Grumph!

Took the medications and did the Health Checks, had a rinse and got settled to watch some DVD episodes of the ‘Hussle Series one’. Did very well staying awake for two whole episodes.

Drifted into and out of sleep for an hour or two, before needing the Porcelain Throne again.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 2nd August 2017: Not much done other than Computerisationalisationing, diaries, writing and Graphic preperations

Saturday 2nd August 2017

0430hrs: No signs of any nibbling activity around the recliner.

Although the dream memories were fecund, they absconded from my reach within seconds, most aggravating. They seem lately to be non-existent or soon evanesce. Egads!

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear! Haemorrhoid Harry bleeding freely again. Made right mess that needed cleaning up. Getting low on Haemorrhoid Harry’s cream now. Titivated things and back to the recliner room, found a note on the arm of the chair.

Times and scribble on it, not the foggiest idea what it should represent, apart from the Wee-wee?

Bad writing to say the least, but maybe I was half-asleep when pencilled it?

Took a photo from the kitchen window while I did the Health Checks and took the medications. Sys 169, Dia 76, Pulse 99, Temp 33.3, Weight now up to 14.9… Tsk!

Again, I took a Dia-Limit capsule as things were still not free of Trotsky Terence’s interference on the Throne.

0630hrs: I set to importing and doctoring the photographs from yesterday, those I took and them that Jane & Pete had sent me. This was an enormous task. By the time I had used them in yesterday’s post and on a dedicated one, it was 1210hrs! The day had gone! Tsk!

I began this diary up to here, then checked the Emails, did WordPress reading and responding.

Then I went on Facebooking. Being so busy I’d missed an awful lot.

Got carried away finding words to use and adding them to my own Words-to-Use file on Word.

Then on to Coreldraw to do some prep work for the next TFZer series.

Drained and tired now. I did the Health Checks and took the medications and then got the fodder ready.

Balsamic boiled sliced potatoes, with beetroot vinegarette, Mushroom & Pork Pate, tomatoes in balsamic vinegarette, potato letters. Peas and a rather overcooked yet tasty beef pie – and; The apple that Pete kindly stole from his neighbour’s tree and gave to me yesterday. Hehe!
Oh, and a banana.

I settled down to watch the Spain v Italy football match. It seems that the Italians have copied much from the England team. Maybe they should stop doing this? That is if they want to win something, like a football competition. The Spaniards were so superior in every department, I tried to count their players on the pitch, I thought they had sneaked an extra couple onto the field. Hehe!

Had dreams the moment I nodded off, but I can only recall the tiniest of details. Somehow I was swimming inside an oil tanker, and searching for lost shoelace?

Woke a few times to go to the Porcelain Throne, but it was all wind. Oh, dearie me!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 29th August 2017: No Nurse Nichol today, Inchcock is depressed and inconsolable. Poor old thing!

Tuesday 29th August 2017

2017 අගෝස්තු 29 අඟහරුවාදා (Sinhala)

Woke around 0320hrs: The mind once again in turmoil and reluctant to allow me to organise my thoughts. I seemed incapable of divaricating the mass of useless, pointless and inconsequentialities milling about within a few quintessential important issues? A losing battle. Humph!

0415hrs: No signs of any nibbling around the chair. I made my move to escape the £300 second-hand recliner, encouraged by the need to make use of the Porcelain Throne. Another messy session that needed things cleaning up afterwards.

Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications, and boy what a sight the morning sky was. I went out onto the balcony to make this beautiful photographicalisation.

Which was not a good idea – when coming back into the room I caught the headphone cable with my foot. The cable extension plug came out, the TV repositioned itself, and I stubbed my toe on the ottoman! Good start, Hehe!

I cursed and cleared up the ensuing mess.

I observed the reminder note I’d left on the TV screen, Morrison’s delivery and INR blood Test Today.

Dia 156, Sys 84, Pulse 91, Temp 31.4 and the weight… Down to 14.78!

The tea had gone cold, so I went back to the kitchen to make another… this was when I noticed as I got the milk out of the fridge, a Gooey mess had leaked from something down into the bottom of the refrigerator and onto the freezer door below. I had to move the whole unit to make room for the salad drawer to come out and cleaned it all up.

After finishing it all off and cleaning the bowl I’d used, I spotted this little mite clinging onto my finger and blood-sucking away! Shaking the hand did not budge it at all?

I checked the fridge but could see no more signs of any of them? Puzzled now!

Puzzled again, when the time for the Morrison delivery had passed, so I checked the email – seems I put it on a wrong day, today by error for tomorrow. Whatta da Plonka!

While on the Emails, I checked them out and did some WordPress reading.

Posted this photograph of Fooey that Pete sent me. Did an Email asking if I could have permission to visit Jane, Pete and Fooey on Friday this week if they are in of course? No reply yet. I just hope that Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald etc. permit me to. Huh!

Had to stop and get ready to do the ablutions, so I wasn’t late for the INR Warfarin Blood Test, hopefully with Nurse Nichole. Got them done and down into the lobby – When I realised I’d forgotten the hearing aids.

So, back up to the flat to collect them, and by the time I’d got back down again, I realised there would not be time (30 minutes) for me to hobble to the surgery in time. So, I waited for the 1030hrs bus to catch it down into Sherwood.

Took a few photographs of a bee on the flowers on the verge. I made five in all, but only this one had the bee in it. It was quick, Hehe!

Had a laugh and chinwag with some of the residents also waiting.

Got down to Mansfield Road and waited for a bus.

Not much traffic around,

Caught a but for the three stops to Carrington.

Into the surgery, reported to the Obergefreiteress Receptionist, and sat down for ten seconds and I was called in, not by Nurse Nichole, but Obergruppenfurheress Nurse Anne. Sad!

She called my name, then said; ‘Follow me!, ‘Come in!’ as we got to the treatment room door. ‘Go through!’, then ‘Sit!’ This was the verbal theme throughout. She took the blood, and I thanked her meekly and handed over the bag of nibbles and exited the place.

Walked down into Carrington to see if the Lidl shop had reopened yet. It had not, and was still a shell.

Caught a bus back into Sherwood and called into the Co-op store, got a small beef pie, cherry tomatoes and wholemeal bread thins.

Noticed a chap sat in the outside seats of the cafe. The man was wearing a Sherlock Holmes style hat, blue jeans with white polka-dots and motifs on them, a German Tyroleon green jacket, no socks on and footwear that looked like slippers. Smoking a light brown cigarillo. Also, he was eating some black forest gateau from his knee with a gigantic cup of coffee and passing proliferous blasts of wind! I admired his style in doing his own thing!

Some interesting buses spotted in the photo above. The white one is coming from London to Nottingham, (Or not as the case may be?), the Maroon one Nottingham to Mansfield and double-decker from Nottingham to the Broxtowe Estate, that’s claim to fame is being the second highest gun-crime and the highest drug crime of all the Estates 2016.

Up to the bus stop, where tenant May was waiting, we had jolly gossip. The bus arrived with many other tenants on it, and I chin-wagged with Mary from flat 38. Arrived at the apartments and the three of us, Mary, May and Welsh Bill hobbled to the flats, with me coming in last as usual.

Up to 72, had a wee-wee and set about sorting the meal for later. The potatoes I’d got in the crock-pot earlier, with Basalmic dressing in the pot. I got the sage and onion stuffing mix in a basin ready to mix and the beef pie to hand, ready to go in the oven with the filling after it had been on for ten minutes to balance out times needed.

Got the oven warming up and updated this diary.

Checked the Emails.

Added the beef pie to the sage & onion with mushrooms stuffing

Caught up on Facebooking.

Health Checks and medicationalisationing sorted.

Cut up the tomatoes and added the balsamic vinegar to them.

Got the meal served up.

This was rather tasty, and a rating of 8.8 was given.

I do not know if it might have been the stuffing or not, but there followed an elongated period of passings of the wind and Reflux Roger started giving me some nasty hassle. Later to be joined by Anne Gyna.

Nodded off as soon as I settled to watch some DVD, but it was a very fretful time. Forever waking up and being unable to recall any of the dreams I knew I’d been having, and with bothersome stabbing pains from Anne Gyna.

Waking up so often, and now in pain around the left foot big toe? Feels like when I stub it, but I cannot recall doing so recently? Getting a bit fed-up with it now.

Hey-ho! TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Friday 25th August 2017: Whoopsiedangleplop, memory blanks and odd food. A normal day, then!

Friday 25th August 2017

Basque: Ostirala, Abuztuak 25, 2017

0230hrs: I woke up and had to clamber out of the £300 second-hand recliner with the greatest speed available to get to the porcelain and have a much-needed twinkle. Phew!

Ailments all seemed very kind to me this morning.

Made a drink of tea in the new tiny China cup, so as not to encourage the wee-wees so much.

Took the Health Checks and onto the scales: Sys 162, Dia 70, Pulse 70, Temp 35.6 (A bit high?) Weight 14.96 (At least no increase?)

Whoopsiedangleplop number one: To the computer with the tea and started to update yesterday’s post with the photographs and scriptures… I dropped the cup! Had a hell of a job getting down to soak and clean up the spillage, and an even harder job getting back up again afterwards! On the bright side, though, I didn’t get any tea on the computer or bang anywhere like the head in getting back up.

Back to the kitchen to take the cleaning stuff back and make another China cup of tea.

Back to the diary updating. This took me hours to get done, so many photographs taken you see?

The tea had gone well actually cold, so back to the kitchen again. This was when I realised how beautiful the scenery was now it’s getting lighter. Bootiful morning!

I had made some scribbled notes on the pad and was having difficulty in reading this word on the right that I’d scrawled.

Took the medications with the refreshed drink of tea.

I then consulted the Appointment Slip the kind lady at the Audio Clinic had given me yesterday, as she sneered at me and gossiped with her colleague on the reception desk.

Then I realised, I had not got the wristlet alarm on, and nipped into the wet room where I was sure I’d have left it, but no. A search of panic increasing magnitude ensued. After a while convinced, I must have lost it, and felt so annoyed at myself! I gave up the search and resigned myself to having to be humiliated and humbled by reporting it to Obergruppenfurheress Deana later, with the knowledge that a £200 bill would be laid on me.

I walked back in the front room, and there it was in plain view on top of the printer! It was odd, feelings of kakorrhaphiophobic-ness and self-loathing at the same time. Humph!

As I was about to go into the wet room to get the ablutions tended to, the mobile rang. It was Sister Jane. Lovely to hear from her. Sad news about Fooey, the beloved cat, he’s not doing too well, and the end is expected any time now. She is going in to have her nasty toe seen to, the same day as I go in for the Hilda Hip to be looked at… I think, or not, it might be the grafting operation. I get confused easily you know. Haha!

Rushed the abluting, no time for a shower so had a quick stand up at the sink. Got down on the lift and outside, up to the bus stop and had few little chinwags and laughs with the crowd of tenants also waiting for the City or Bestwood L9 bus.

The City bus arrived first, and I mounted it with a few other residents. Chinwagged with Margaret, who had just got back from the Bulgarian holiday. Happy to see her again, and she so enjoyed it, shame she had to return.

As I took this photograph through the front of the bus windscreen, I have to admit that a Senior Moment/Whoopsiedangleplop developed. Not funny at the time, but it is now; I completely forgot why I was going to town on the bus!

What a lame brain dimwit!

Ponder and think as much as did, made no difference to the blankness within until I was nearly in town and it came back! I was going to get some Chestnuts because when I went the other day the shop was closed! Gorrit! Tsk!

Got off the bus on Hockley and I walked up to the Chinese store. Spent again too much. Got the chestnuts, brown rice and seaweed sticks, fried bean-curd nibbles and a packet of pork floss.

Up the hill and down into the City Centre.

Taking this photo en route to show on the TFZer site, of another of the hidden shops in Nottingham, up alleyways etc. A Tattooist business.

IT was far busier the nearer I got to the centre of town. I called into the clothes shop and had a perusal around, but did not get anything.

Out and to the Nottingham Beach and amusements.

There was plenty of folks around this beautiful morning.

I nearly took a different route to the bus stop, that would have meant my proceeding down this road in the picture on the right.

Too risky that! So I went back and took the long way to Queen Street and the bus stop for the L9.

I passed this new piece of Nottingham Street Art on the way

I was not impressed at all but could see that the Council had sold advertising space on the base of the monstrosity, and all became clear to me. A councillor either owned or had shares in the company, or had taken a corrupting gift. Haha! It was truly horrible to look at, for me anyway. Art? Phwert!

A new Nottingham bus was spotted. These are ones that run of animal-pooh and not diesel.

Caught the bus and was soon back a the flats. And rushing as fast as I could to get in and have a wee-wee, no signs of any Porcelain Throne activity today? Mmm!

Got the meal in the oven. Health Checks were done: Sys 158, Dia 62, Pulse 96, Temp 34.9 and caught up with updating this diary.

The ready meal was called: Monterey Jack & Smokey bacon loaded Fries. I added lots of shredded strong cheddar cheese on top, and after it had cooked, mini tomatoes and three little soy boiled potatoes.

Lemon Curd yoghourt and a banana to follow. Rated at 9.4/10.

Worn out after eating and enjoying this feast.

TV on and an hour or so of nodding offs and I got to sleep properly.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 20th August 2017: Trotsky Terence Ruled Almost every thought, action and Whoopsiedangleplop. Tsk!

Sunday 20th August 2017

د اګست 20 مه، 2017 Pashto

0310hrs: I blinked awake, not sure if I had actually been asleep. Immediately pains in the stomach from Diarrhorea Dickie, forced my cumbersome exit from the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne, just in time. As luck would have it, after yesterdays visit from Diarrohorea Dickie, I’d donned a pair of the ignominious Protection Pants. I spent a minute evacuating and ten minutes cleaning up myself and the room.

0335hrs: Did the Health Checks and started to sort the new set of medication dosage pots. Sys 148 Dia 77 P 82 Temp 35.6…

Back to the Porcelain Throne, where it is all coming from I don’t know.

Washed-up and back to the kitchen. Weight checked to finish off the Checklist and amazingly the weight had gone down a tiny bit for the first time for ages. Thinking about afterwards, I’ve got rid of so much gunk from the stomach, perhaps that has helped with the weight, down to 14.84?

No further pains or evacuations needed for a while. Had things got better so soon?

Made a mug of tea and took this mornings medications, keeping some Diah-Limit capsules to hand, and got on the computer to do the diary work.

At this point, I was sure I heard a noise from the kitchen and poddled into it to investigate. I found nothing untoward? While in there, I got some potatoes into the crock-pot, with soy sauce added to the water. I planned on having them with the belly pork with herbs and garlic and some tomatoes, pickled beetroot, garden peas and mushrooms later. Then I pondered, is this wise, with Trotsky Terence being rampant? I thought it would be, but thought I’d give the beetroot in vinegar a miss and weaken the water in the potatoes of soy sauce. Of course none of these things were done, Humph!

Back to the wet room again. Even a bigger dollop of splattering wetness this time! Took ages to clean up without missing any bits, and getting back up from cleaning the be-splattered bowl, was not easy! Tsk!

I had an idea come to mind, for a funny Ode about the current situation with Diarrohorea Dickie. Got carried away creating it, but I did enjoy doing it, although another trip to the Porcelain interrupted me. Hehe!

Link: Diarrhorea Dickie Strikes Again!

Back to updating yesterdays diary.

Oh, dearie me, just had an involuntary escape of the wind from the rear end. Two things came to my mind at the same time, one was the stink, and two, have I had a Whoopsidangleplop? I had to go to the wet room to find out.

I found I had to make use of the Throne again, and a horrendous experience it was. Haemorrhoid Harold was now giving me pain like never before.

Huh!

Plenty of medicationalisationing took place.

I’m so glad I had a good stock of the Pants and medications in stock.

Sorry to add, that Hilda Hips has started playing up now. I’m getting a bit frustrated with things. Cleaned up yet again afterwards and got the kettle on the boil.

While waiting for it, I tried to take another vista shot of the parked cars below the window. Utter failure, I just could not get the camera to allow me to. It kept telling me to move pan quicker, or I didn’t keep it level. Took a long shot and cut it down in the end, not good. Humph!

Finally, after what seemed several days to me, I had got the dairy completed and posted it off.

Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading.

Hello, back to the Porcelain Throne again… Not so bad this one. But the piles are now so tender. Tsk!

Made a fresh brew and went onto Facebooking. Hour-and-half later, I got onto CorelDraw and the TFZer series graphicationalisationing.

After four hours, I’d got them finished and posted to WordPress and Facebook.

Then off to the Porcelain Throne again. This time, things were a lot easier.

Checked the fodder, should be ready soon, although I don’t feel particularly hungry at this moment.

Computer off, and did a bit of titivating in the kitchen, but not much, I felt so drained, and it was well past my head-down time, now.

By the time it came to sorting the food, my hunger had returned.

Foolishly I made far too much, and although it seemed to taste alright, I had to leave much of it on the plate, but I did enjoy it… Roger Reflux and Duodenal Donald showed me their displeasure. Not complaining though, for two reasons. It was my own fault, and a sign that Trotsky Terence was easing was welcome, for no rushing to the Porcelain ensued afterwards?

Tired, weary, but a heck of a job dropping off. The mind started to race away about everything and nothing. Tsk!

Something of a surprise to find that emissions of the wind from the rear started, and grew in strength, persistence and aroma? Yet only one visit to the Porcelain was needed? Things might be looking up?

Or, not! Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 15th August 2017: Ginormous Hobble, Accifauxpa, Whoopsiedangleplop, Miscalculations, Memory blanks, Dizzies and Blunders impeded progress today!

Tuesday 15th August 2017

Thai: วันอังคารที่ 15 สิงหาคม พ.ศ. 2560

I awoke with the mind vesuviating with the most extreme, and yet extraneous, a nugatory mass of confusing thought-diablerie rattling away, almost painfully so. As soon as I saw the hand-written notice I’d left to remind myself not to forget the INR blood test at 0750hrs, things in the brainbox cleared a lot and the ability to concentrate had become available for me again. Oh, I also had Craig Cramp with me in the legs.

As I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner, I shuddered at how cold it was this morning. Brr! Then limped to the Porcelain Throne, all went well with this.

Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications. It was now that I realised the clock showed 0150hrs, I checked on the other clock, and it was right. Up and at them? Eh? Hehe!

Made a brew and did the readings:

Sys 135, Dia 65, Pulse 74 (Never been lower, but I think this is good?) Temperature high, 35.9 and the weight had down down a tiny bit at 14.81, most welcome, that.

Computer turned on and updated yesterday’s post and got it posted.

An Epson update came through, and I downloaded it. IT said this would take a while, so I went off for a wee-wee and made another brew.

When I got back, it told me it could not find the printer. Turned it off and on again, and it restarted the update. No idea what it downloaded?

I checked the Emails and WordPress reading. Then on Facebooking.

Made the graphic for use at the top of this page. Did some prep work for the TFZer ones.

Ablutions were seen to, no showering this early, cause of the neighbours being disturbed. Made sure the nibbles for the nurses and paperwork were in the bag, checked that I had got the box with the hearing aids in for the audio clinic, and set off.

Departed at 0640hrs, should leave plenty of time for a perusal and photographs of any Nottingham Nature Album planned greenery on the way down to the surgery.

As I went down the steep hill into Sherwood, I spotted this spider up above some bushes. Tried a few times, well many photographicalisations were made, much time was taken in an attempt to get a clear closer shot of it, but failed miserably to get the camera to allow me to. Humph!

Further down and I heard a wood pigeon giving off a mating gurgle and saw another one join the first high up in a Chestnut tree.

The leaves rustled madly, and I did my best to get a clear shot of the romantic couple who were high up in the shrubbery. This is the best I could manage. They are situated in the centre just above half way up. Bless them!

Feeling smug that I’d noticed them, I put the camera back in my pocket and proceeded on down the hill, when Dizzy Dennis attacked, and I had to lean up against someone’s garden wall for a minute or so. Thinking about it, I put this spell down to a self-imposed wobbly session, due to all the head back and up movements during picture taking of the spider and dicky-birds?

Down to the lights and left and up Mansfield Road hill towards Carrington.

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist zoomed towards me. But she slowed down and gave me a wide berth. Good gal, thanks.

I wobbled along on my way to the surgery. As I passed a bus stop, I saw it was later than I thought and got a move on as fast as I could. All the photographicalisationing and Dizzy Dennis had made me later than planned. I got there at 0746hrs for the 0750hrs appointment. Phew!

I was soon called in by Obergruppenfureress Anne. Not wanting to sound cruel, but how I wished it would have been Nurse Nichole, instead.

“How are you today?” she barked mechanically, as we entered the treatment room. “Fine thank you, how are you?” – “Sit down get your sleeve up, we are only allowed ten minutes to take blood!” That was the end of that conversation!

While she was taking the blood, I bravely told her about the Dizzy Dennis attack, and she asked me what else, should I expect when lifting my head up? I think I apologised.

All done, as I was getting my coat back one, one of the sweetest sounds I’ve heard drifted into my hearing aids! It was the voice of Nurse Nichole. She was even more desirous looking than usual, for she had a sun-tan – of course, she had been away on holiday. My hopes raised that perhaps next weeks blood may be taken by her.

So buoyed up with knowing Nurse Nichole was back, I made the instant decision to walk on even further, into Nottingham and visit the Audio clinic to see if they could help with old hearing aids or even arrange for some new ones for me. Cause it has been a good many years since I had them in the first place and no checks or maintenance has been called for from them (The NHS Audio Clinic people)?

The feet and knees were in a bit of a painful and poor state by the time I’d got half way there. But still, it serves me right!

When I came out of Tesco with edible treats, the rows of plants each had their own human planted displays of Nottingham Street Art. Part of their ‘Smokus Residouous’ range? Hehe!

One even had a condom in it. Huh!

Made my through Nottingham across the Slab Square (The amusements and beach were closed, must open later?) and up Standard Hill to the Audio Clinic. And what a hill it is, in great pain by the time I got there. (Ah, well!)

And, what a couple of Whoopsiedangleplops when I got in and joined the long queue and opened the box with the hearing aids in it. First, they were not in it, they box was empty! And I could not have got anything seen to or repaired anyway because I’d also forgotten to take the Audio Clinic Record Book! Gnash! Fed-up, disgusted, frustrated and indignant with myself. Especially after all the effort time and pain, I went through to get to the clinic. I actually became bellicose with myself. Burk!

Embarrassed? I felt myself going erubescent inside!

Dispirited, I made my way to the L9 bus stop. Going down the hill, which should have been easier was not. The shoes rubbed on the corns and hard skin and grew more irritable with me.

Got on the bus, and it was the friendly nice lady driver. She pointed out that it was too early to use the Pensioners bus-pass that I had presented her with. What a day! She told me to sit down and swipe it later, with a smile on her face. I gave her some nibbles and thanked her.

Gave her an extra nibble as I got off at the flats. I got some funny looks from the regulars in the queue to get on the bus. I bet they wondered where I’d been so early. Hehe!

In the flat and got the Porcelain Throne first job that needed tending to. Made a brew and got the computer on.

It took me hours to get the photographs sorted and arranged to go on this diary, as I updated it.

After which, I chopped some red onions and parsnips, sprayed them with oil and got them into the oven. Got the mackerel marinating in sweet BBQ sauce. Peas and mushrooms in the saucepan. Chopped the beetroot and apple with the tomatoes drenched in balsamic vinegar, all ready for when the parsnips and onions are done. I hope

Later, I spread some flat bread with imitation butter.

Made a map of the ginormous hobble today.

Medicalisationing carried out.

Made a super nosh, but for some reason when it came to downloading the photograph of it, I could not find it in the camera? Only the secondary shot of the naughty fresh cream French Horn cakes from Tesco that I took at the same time at the side of the plate?

The recipe or ingredients have changed on these what used to tasty delights. I shall not bother repurchasing them again.

Wearied with my exertions even more than usual, I got the Boon DVD on to watch some more. A futile gesture I should have known would only send me into hectic nod-off periods. But, they were only lasting a few minutes. The mind seemed to be going ballistic in its determination to tease and unsettle me, and it took hours before I got to sleep properly, not good.

TTFN folks.

Inchcock Today – Monday 14th August 2017

Monday 14th August 2017

Bengali: সোমবার 14 আগস্ট 2017

0245hrs: Woke mid dream unsure again if a noise had woken me or not. Started to try and remember some of the dreams, but priority had to be given to getting to the Porcelain Throne. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, had a bit of a dizzy as I did so, and off to the wet room and nested on the Porcelain Throne. Hehe! All good, if a bit messy.

To the kitchen to do the medicationalisationing functions and noticed through the window, how brightly lit the houses seemed to be on Winchester Street Hill. So went out onto the balcony, it was mild, little wind and not raining. Poked the camera lens through the netting and took the top photograph.

Made a brew and got the computer going and resized the photograph at the top of this page. Then did last weeks Health Check Results.

Then to finish off yesterday’s post. Took me a while as Shaking Shaun visited the fingers and both hands. He usually attacks only one-hand at a time. Greedy Shaun! Haha!

Wee-wee.

On to WordPress reading. Then checked the Email. Now starting Facebooking.

Did some work on the TFZer series.

Wee-wee.

Got the ablutions tended to and set off of a hobble to Sherwood to put the cheque in the bank.

Walking down to Mansfield Road and I noticed this plant. (No idea what it is, maybe someone can help with this, please?).

Does the flower not look to you like a round white head with a floral hat on. And a purp;e and white nose? Distinctively, amusing I thought!

To the bank and joined the queue of sad, melancholy looking customers waiting in the long line waiting. I was in no rush, and think I upset a few of the now streaming back to the entrance door clients when I began to yodel quietly to myself. I stopped.

After half an hour or so, I got the cheque paid in and wandered up the hill to the bus stop. During my enforced wait, I’d decided to go to Mansfield on the bus and have a look around, see if they have any bargains on offer there for me to get as raffle prizes and nibbles.

As I got to the stop, the bus arrived. Perfect, if not planned, timing! Hehe!

When the bus drove through Ravenswood, the rain began to fall.

Further on at the Hospital College, a lady in a high electric wheelchair got on with her Carer. The poor girl got herself in a right pickle trying to manoeuvre into the disabled bay, and it was ten minutes or more before they managed to get her in safely. She had to take off the footrest. I was so pleased to see the girl in the chair giggling as she eventually got into position, and she was not worried or phased by it at all. Good for her! The driver was very patient as well. One or two of the lady passengers were ‘Tutting’, but you can’t please everybody all the time. Hehe!

I took this photo through the bus window as we arrived in Mansfield.

Typical of the area, old retail units with many not occupied, sad.

At the bus station, the handicapped lady got off of the bus alright with the drivers and my bit of help.

I walked down Muggers Tunnel (Brave, I know, even in the day time”).

The rain was not heavy, but it was that ‘Get you wet’ sort of heavy drizzle.

I went to the B&M store and had a good look around. Ended up getting some bargains to use as raffle prizes as well as nibbles.

Walked along to the Cost Cutter store and did another bargain hunt. Only found one, Tubes of Extra Strong Mints at 15p, so I got five of them to put in with the treats at the next Social Hour Meeting.

The rain had eased-off, almost to a stop when I came out.

The square in this photograph holds a lot of bad memories and news stories. So many closed down shops. Poor old Ali in the paper shop on the left, has been burgled many times, ram raided once, and he and his wife have been attacked a few times. How he keeps going amazes me. Not that I can help, but each time I go into Mansfield, I admire the man more and more.

Back to the bus station and yet again, as I arrived on the platform, a bus did.

I took this photograph of a house I worked at when I was on Static Guarding. The client used to work for a large aero company as a director of some sort. In the woods to the right was his old house where he was still living at the time while he had the new one built. The new building, with tennis courts and an indoor swimming pool, cost him £2.2m, and that was many years ago. At night when he always came around to check on whichever guard was on duty and the house, he would bring his large overweight dog with him, a Labrador – the thing used to eat any food left lying about by the Officer or anyone else, including me! The man had absolutely no control over it. I wondered how he managed with his workers?

Funny how these things suddenly come back to your attention. Well, my thoughts. Hehe!

I got off of the bus in Sherwood, thanked the driver, and checked the timetable for the next L9. Oh dear, the luck had to run out, 55 minutes to the next one. So, despite the pain from the feet and knees, I hobbled limpingly back through Woodthorpe Grange Park.

At the bench where the Pistachio nuts had been dropped with the cigarette nub-ends (They were still there), now an assortment of tiny and slim red peppers and some new nub ends had appeared.

This time under the bench? Very odd, I thought.

A hundred yards further up the footpath, I stopped to take this photo of empty Smirnoff drink cans.

Does with mean they sell tins of Vodka nowadays?

Tsk!

A bit of Whoopsidangleplop followed then… Oh dearie me again!

A git of a Nottingham Pavement (Footpath), Cyclist, nearly had me over, he was that close. I got out the camera I’d just put away, and he was going so fast, I had to zoom in to get his picture, and I slipped on some dog-poo! Hence, the blurred picture was of nowhere near where the naughty cyclist was at the time! Haha! Still, I might be able to use it in a funny ghost graphic later?

Cleaned the shoe.

As I passed the Tree Copse, this flower caught my eye. There were plenty of these about the park and woods, but this was the first one I’ve seen with the dark green spots on the petals.

Bootiful!

Into the flat and on the Porcelain Throne. I checked afterwards that I had not traipsed in any poo on my shoe. All clear! Phew! Another bit of poetry for you!

Got the nibbles and prizes put away and got the nosh cooking. Going to have the potato cakes with cheese inside, garden peas, beetroot and a beef slice, methinks.

Got the computer on to update this diary to here. Checked the nosh, turned over the potatoes and added the beef slice to them in the oven.

Time for a go on the next TFZer graphic update for a few minutes before the nosh was ready to be served up.

Turned out a decent effort. 9.1/10 rating.

A wee-wee and HC’s and medications tended to, and the afternoon tiredness arrived.

I watched some episodes of ‘Boon’ on the DVD. It took a lot longer before the nodding-offs came, tonight.

Despite the noise from the flat above, I drifted off. The dreams were persistent every time I drifted off, but no memories of what remained.

Porcelain Throne duties went well.

Craig Cramps kept waking me up now and then.

Made a note to remind me of the INR blood test in the morning (0750hrs).

Inchcock Today – Friday 11th August 2017: More time sleeping than awake today?

Early Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on their Penny-farthing bikes

Friday 11th August 2017

Lithuanian: 2017 m. Rugpjūčio 11 d

0300hrs: Woke up trying to recall the dreams without any luck again.

Noticed the rather large pile of paperwork that needs attention, and went into a depression, albeit a short one, for the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived that needed responding to. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, had a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I did so, and off to the wet room.

All right in this session, very good. No pains, bleeding or troublesome evacuation.

Made a brew, carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

Sys 148-Dia 75-Pulse 86-Temp 32.4. And the weight 14.88, good one methinks, apart from the weight. Huh!

The computer on and did this diary up to here. I then tried to respond to the Nottingham City Council Electoral Register Officer’s letter regarding eligibility to vote.

Well, that went well. Even did a survey at the end of completing the ‘No Change’ demanded by law, options.

Later, I hope to see someone to help me with contacting the 3 company, either Warden Obergefreiteress Julie or Wardeness Obergruppenfurheress Deana, to ring them for me again! It’s been four months and four payment demands from them in a row from them since I changed banks. Despite being told I want to end the contract, they still command amounts of their money.

I wanted to see Dean yesterday, but no Wardens were on duty. Just the Nottingham City Homes woman, who scripts the sarcastic notices on the wallboards was there.

Went off to make another cuppa. And tried another panorama shot, by hanging out of the kitchen window down to the scene below. (0615hrs). It didn’t come out anything like I thought it would, missed off a lot of the horizontal area. Guess I’m doing this wrong?

I then set about finishing yesterday’s diary.

Did some WordPress reading.

No time left for frivolities. Must get the ablutions done so I can try to get to see Obergruppenfureress Deana and ask her to help me with the erroneous phone bill confusion. If she is in, that is.

Ablutioning was done haste this morning.

Got the bag with Reich Marshall Wardens nibbles and down the lift and to the Temporary Winwood Obergruppenfurheresses Community Shed. (What a mouthful, Hehe!)

Poddled to the hut in the beautiful weather to find it empty.

One of the building personnel came in, wished me a good morning and made himself a mug of coffee and settled with his feet up.

I walked back to the flat’s foyer and had a go at some crosswords, to kill time until I returned in search of a Gruppenfurheress. 20 minutes or so later, I ventured out again to the shed.

Obergruppenfurheress Deana was in and assisting another tenant with something.

I took a wander around while I waited patiently and found these new posters on the wall board.

The construction company had supplied updates on the works progress for us to look at.

Kind of them that I thought?

Deana became free and explained before I spoke, that she was swamped and would not have time to do any phoning about and would I like to make a time and date to come and see her again later?

I asked her if he would just take a look at the letter from the ‘3’ telephone company for me to clarify what I needed to do now. She kindly did so. It turns out that they had cancelled the contract at last, and sent me a cheque for £21.54. I thanked her and gave her the nibbles.

Made my way to the bus stop, in the warm sunshine.

As I walked along the roadway, (walking along the road was the only option at this end of Chestnut Walk, due to the vehicles parked on the grass verge.) I walked between the cars and under some huge bushes to take this photographicalisation.

Towering over me high up above, the blackberries that had not been got at yet.

As I took the shot, it reminded me of last year, when I saw a family group climb out of their people carrier and get the ladder off of the roof-rack and use it to get at the fruits above. Hehe!

To the bus stop and around a dozen residents were in the queue. Had a little chinwag with those I knew and the bus soon arrived. It was the friendly female driver this time, always ready with a laugh and witty comment she is.

They all got off in Sherwood, leaving Mary from the 6th floor and me to have a natter as we carried on to Arnold.

I went into Asda and had a peruse around. Ended up at the elf-serve checkout with Beef pastie, Purple chips (x2) No idea why I bought two of these cause there’ll not be room in the freezer. Clot!), Orange lollies, minced beef, onion bhajis, yellow pepper, Marmite cashew nuts, Lemon desserts and a lamb stew ready meal.

Wandered down to the Iceland Store for a nosey around.

Sad to see so many more retailers had gone out of business. A good while until the bus home was due, so I took my time and ended up buying just one pack of potato chunks with cheese inside, and cooked chicken portions that were guaranteed free range. More to struggle to get into the freezer! Humph!

Made my way back to the bus stop on Front Street. Stood there for ten minutes looking around to see if Mary was coming my way to get the same bus. Then I caught sight of her at the bus stop up the road and realised; Oh dear, I was at the wrong bus stop!

I walked up and joined her, and we had a nattering session. I showed her the purple chips, and she mentioned that she had forgotten to get some chips. So I gave her a bag of them. She did not want to accept them, but after my explaining about me foolishness in buying them and the lack of room in the freezer, she took them, bless her.

On the bus and as it got to Bestwood, part of the ‘Diversion Route’ due to the roadworks, we came to a halt.

With the traffic backed up about a mile from the traffic lights!

The driver gal shot the bus right into the housing estate around the back and came out at the traffic lights and was let in straight away by a driver, and we were third in line at the lights! Brilliant! We all gave her a round of applause!

Back at the flats and walking to the Woodthorpe block, I had a funny turn, Dizzy Dennis, again. I was with May and Mary and tried to pretend to stop to look at the work taking place. May (Left in the picture below) picked up on this and asked if I was alright, bless her cotton socks.

The entrance door mechanicals or electrics were playing up again and only opening a few inches.

The girls who arrived at the door well ahead of me forced it open and held it ajar for me to get through.

Times like this I am glad and grateful to be alive when people show such compassion and care for others. I thanked the, profusely.

I’m not sure if the gal is named May but think it might be her name, I forget you know. Hehe!

Back in the apartment and onto the Porcelain Throne. Phew!

Good job I gave Mary the purple chips, cause as I suspected, there was very little room in the freezer, I could only get the potato with cheese bag into it! And that, after grappling with a rearranging session.

So, I had to eat nearly all of the bag of purple chips with the meal. I threw some away.

Have to give this meal a rating of 9.4/10, it went down very well indeed. Possibly the best one in weeks, now.

Health Checks and medications tended to and sorted.

Did the washing up and settled to watch a Law & Order episode. Fell asleep at the first set of advertisements and woke up hours and hours later in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne. All good, though, no bleeding from anywhere.

Made a brew and pondered on wether or not I should try to get the mounting stack of paperwork in need of attention sorted… fell asleep again!

What a dream I had too! I wish I could remember more of it. I was young again and this time around (in the dream of course) I got things right. It seemed I could do no wrong, then thought I’d woke up but I hadn’t, and sent myself back into the passed again, and all was not right this time… but how it actually was? I woke up in reality all confused! Tsk!