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Inchcock Today – Thursday 10th August 2017: Tenants Social Hour Day – Depression and fatigue attacks. Ah-well!

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Thursday 10th August 2017

Maori: Rāpare 10 o Akuhata 2017

0250hrs: I woke with a start, an immediate decision made to get the laundry done first thing. This sudden decisiveness surprised even me! Hehe!

A wee-wee, assembled the required things and down, taking the camera with me, to the Laundry Room.

I saw that the notice board had been cleaned up somewhat.

Reflux Roger started giving me some gip, and Flatulence Frank was busy. too.

Got the washing into the machine and popped outside to take a photograph, proving that the rain had stopped at last. Hehe! And, there were two free car parking spaces available.

Not that this will of a lot of benefit to the two caretakers, the four-night working residents, the two Obergruppenfurheress Wardens, the four NCH staff or the dozens of the building team yet to arrive and find a space to park?

Back up to the abode and got the Health Checks done. Sys 152, Dia 76, Pulse 87, Temperature 34.8 and weight 14.89.

Took the medications and applied the lotions and potions and put the kettle on. Set the timer to remind me when to go down again. Started to finish off yesterday’s post.

0320hrs: Down to move the stuff from the washer to the dryer. Cleaned the machine and poddled back up to carry on with the diary, set the alarm.

0430hrs: Down to collect the clothes. Cleaned the filter and machine, swept the floor and set off back up the lift.

When I observed that some new; ‘Please do not remove any materials from the ceilings in this area’ signs from the builders had appeared.

I got into the lift and pondered on just what might have been disappearing from the ceilings?

As I got out of the elevator, into the barren sparse looking communal area, I decided to have a good look at the roof to see if I could see anything that might be worth removing by anyone.

But no, nothing that might seem worth anything or stealing could be spotted.

Surely the emulsion painted old pipework was not being swiped? Would we have known about that?

A mystery.

Got in and put the things away in the airing cupboard and had a wee-wee.

0535hrs: Back on the computer and finally finished yesterdays post off. Started this one.

0610hrs: Flatulent Frank is still with me, and seems to be getting a bit more volatile as time passes.

Perhaps eating the cold meal last night has encouraged Frank’s fervent flatulent festival of frightfully fully fledged escapes of the wind from the rear end activities, do you think?

Checked the Emails and responded.

Did some WordPress reading.

Did a bit of Facebooking.

The rain stopped and the morning brightened up. Bootiful!

Did a bit of work on the next TFZer Graphicalisation. Had to cut it short to get the ablutions done, or I would be late for the Tenants Social Hour.

Had a good clean and scrubbed up. Then got the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag and set off to the Temporary Windwood Hut for the Social Hour.

Not many there this morning. Very sparse it was. Those there were not in a particularly social mood. Handed in the raffle prizes and dished out the nibbles. No one, not even BJ, was in a very talkative mood. This, along with no Obergruppenfuresses on duty to speak with, about my phone company bill cock-up, brought on a depression of sorts. I left early to go into Sherwood to use the £1 off voucher at the Co-op store.

The footpath was again unusable due to the vehicles parked on it because they have nowhere else to park.

As I passed the bus stop I had a chinwag with a few of the tenants waiting for the bus. Much-moaning was going on. One bloke was cursing about the Social Hour, claiming; “Huh, ____ing coffee morning, ___k that for a lark. If I want a coffee, I’ll have it in my flat when I want one!” Not a nice man. Very derogatory towards others. He looked a bit young to be in these apartments. (I later found out they are admitting the 55- year-olds now). This did not help the depression.

Hobbled down into Sherwood and went to the Polish Food Shop. Got a loaf of the Lithuanian recipe Sweet Sourdough sliced brown bread. Walked up the hill and to the Co-op. Where I got some raffle prizes, kitchen towels on offer, apples and bananas. Used the £1 off voucher.

Passing the fresh cream cake shop, I resisted going in. I must be depressed. Hehe!

Popped into the Nottingham Hospice Shop for a look around.

Then to the bus stop to catch one back up to the flats. Roy was at the bus stop, and we had a chinwag and laugh of sorts, but Roy was not feeling well in himself.

Back in the apartment, things took a turn for the worse. Shaking Shaun visited, and the fatigue came over me so quickly, it surprised me and made me a bit apprehensive. But, needs must, so I set about sorting out the food for the meal. This did not go well either. Haha!

Sliced the apple in the shaped tin thingy and managed to cut myself down the thumb nail, as I laid out the plate. Tsk!

I got some rosti potato cakes and fries in the oven to cook.

Smoked mackerel, tomatoes with balsamic vinegar, mushrooms, onion bhaji and a slice or two of the sweet sourdough bread, followed by a plain yoghourt with Maple Syrup added to it.

By gum, despite the ailments and feeling so depressed, this went down very nicely. The best meal for quite a while. Rated it at 9.2/10.

Doing anything constructive was now out of the question. All my energy had been depleted, sapped!

All I could do was sit in the recliner and fall asleep for a few minutes, wake up, try to watch whatever was on the TV at the time, and nod-off again – repeatedly for hours on end.

I did burst into life around 2100hrs with a sudden start. Unsure of how or why I had no choice but get up and investigate in case any alarm or noise had been the cause of me sudden awakening. I found nothing untoward. But I was glad I did have a look because I’d left the light on and heater on in the wet room.

Took the much-belated medications and did the Health Checks.

Back in the recliner. Notwithstanding the mind rattling away about all and nothing, I drifted off and seemed to wake a few seconds later. I’d had a dream, something about me being underground in the tunnel with a torch and water was slowly filling up the channel, then it gushed in, and I was drowned, but happy about it?

Soon got back to sleep again, despite Flatulent Frank busying himself. Hehe!

TTFN each.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 9th August 2017: Lots of things achieved today. He say’s with head swagging! Hehe!

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Wednesday 9th August 2017

Basque: Asteazkena, Abuztuak 9, 2017

0120hrs: Up and to the Porcelain Throne. No bleeding, but signs of Trotsky Terence returning. Huh! IT was still raining out side. Back into the £300 second-hand recliner and tried to recall the dreams, but all I could tell was that they were not nice again, no details.

0312hrs: Awake and in need once again of the Throne. Yes, Trotsky is coming back for sure. On the bright side, still no bleeding from Duodenal Donald or Haemorrhoid Harold.

Went to make a brew and take the medications and realised I’d not taken any of last nights medications. I took just one-and-a-half Warfarin with the morning dosages. Did the Health tests.

Nipped out on the balcony while the rain had relented a bit, and took this photographicalisation. A free unused car parking space was spotted down below.

Came back in, on the computer and made the graphic for the top of this page.

Back to finish making another mug of tea to replace the first one that went cold, and pondered a while on what needed doing today. INR DVTblood test at the City Hospital, call in the Clinic while there to see the rearranged op again. Call in the hearing centre in town, to get replacement tools for those I can no longer find or have lost so I can clean them properly. Then the train of thoughts went wonky again – how do I sort out the rota? Must go to the INR test first, then the clinic, then into town hearing centre – must take the brolly and walking stick with me in case Dizzy Dennis returns… Ah, but I have to visit the bank as well… Confusion followed by the oddest uncontrollable attitude for me. I just thought, “Sod it, it’ll sort itself out?” Is the old brain getting tired as well as the body?

Then, started this diary off up to here. Then got on finishing off yesterdays, and got it posted.

WordPress reading and Emails checked.

Worked out my hobbling route to the hospital, and to the bus stop to catch one into town, unless I time it wrong?

I just hope the rain is not too bad, but it looks set in at the moment. Tsk!

0550hrs: Might get some under-the-brolly photographs in today?

Went onto Facebooking for a while. Then started a TFZer graphic. Got it done.

Ablutions tended to, I changed into the togs and made sure the brolly and cap were in the bag.

Set off down the elevator and over and up the gravel hill footpath to the top and left down through to Mansfield Road.

As I wandered along, the rain stopped.

Not many people or dogs about, I can only see one of each in the whole place?

To the top of the hill and down Edwards Lane. Noticed some cars had been graffitied, took a photo of them, and when I got back much later to the flat to transfer all the pictures to the computer, this one was not on the SHD card?

To the bottom of the road and left going over the Pelican lights across the dual carriageway ring road.

As I limped along, whistling to myself and perusing the scenery over the tennis courts, what did I see?

Some Nottingham Street Art just outside of the outer netting to the courts.

Perhaps it had been thrown over the fencing along the road? Fly tipping they call it.

I was so intent on looking at this rubbish I tripped on some weeds and very nearly went over. Luckily being so close to the iron bars, I managed to stop myself going over by grabbing at them and holding on! Not any bother at all. No wounds or bumps.

Seconds later, this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist (Git!) nearly had me over then. Tsk!

I think I must have heard him coming from behind me. Proof for sure, that the new hearing aids are a lot better than the old ones, without a doubt! Unless I imagined hearing him approaching?

In the next few hundred yards or so, I got two shots of Nottingham Nurture, and both animals posed and gave me time to take the photographicalisations of them.

Although, the second one did not have much choice. Hehe!

No dizzies at all yet, doing well.

The French Bouille courts were well flooded, and the free-to-use (Although, I have never seen anyone using them) keep-fit equipment machines were going a bit rusty in places.

I turned right at the traffic island and up Hucknall Road, and called in the GUM Clinic.

The usual antisocial snotty Obergruppenfurher was working on the reception, and I asked if I could wait to speak with Dr Wieczorkowski – adding hastily and raising my voice a tad; He told me I could call any Wednesday morning and ask to see him in his Email!” A sneer, of an obviously well rehearsed and considerable superiority and in depth hatred, was visually shot back at me. The lips curled in well-practised and prize-worthy imitation of contempt. With a backwards flip of his head,  off the disappeared, mumbling something I failed to apprehend.

Returning a few minutes later, and through gritted teeth and with an almost growling voice, as he pointed to the waiting room, verbally spat out; “In there and wait, it may be over an hour!” An odd, unexpected painful smile crept over his lips, and the faintest sound of a chuckle was audible?

I really have learnt how to annoy him back now. I put on my sweetest smile, put my head to one side and whispered; “Well, thank you so much!”

I sat down with the other waiting patients and got the crossword book out before I could take a look at a clue, a nurse came in and called my name and beckoned me to go with her to see the Doctor.

An embarrassing examination under the giant magnifying glass, with a huddle of student presentations. Then after he had spoken to and advised them after listening to their answers to his questions, they departed, and the questioning started.

My record was consulted. I will get a date for the op within a week and will be doing it at the QMC instead of the City Hospital. This is because my problem is so rare (The type of fungal infection he said) that they want to take this opportunity for the students to learn from the treatment. (Grafting from wherever, the knee maybe as I recall from earlier meetings with another medico, he did not say and onto Little Inchies lesion.)

Well, that went well and speedily. The Obergruppenfurher receptionist was not in sight when I departed, just as well perhaps.

Out and up into the hospital grounds and right, to the Blood taking hall. A few patients waiting today, about 50, but some of these would be waiting for the ladies only section. I got a ticket and sat down and got on with the crossword book again. They were nipping through us quickly today. I was in and be done within half an hour. Had time for a laugh with the nurse who did me, too.

Thanked her and gave her a bag of nibbles to share with the other girls, and out to see if I would be lucky again and catch a 40 bus just nearby to the clinic.

I turned the corner and just had time to photograph it as I missed it and pulled away. Tsk!

As I walked down towards Hucknall Road to catch another bus, I kept hearing a right loud double clanging noise?

Turned out, it was sunken and sinking further with every car, ambulance and bus that went over it, manhole cover in middle the road.

Even the bus came within seconds of my arriving at the stop? Worrying innit, all this good luck?

Dropped off in the town near the Victoria Mall and walked into town and down to the Nottingham Slab Square.

And took a picture of the beach and fountains. The rain had kept off, and a few people had ventured onto the beach.

But there were very few folk about, what with the storm warnings and all that, I wasn’t surprised. Some with their kids had climbed over into the fountains area and were apparently quite happy to get soaked. Hehe!

I could hear a lot of sirens and klaxons from somewhere nearby but had no idea what was taking place.

I hobbled to the hearing aid place and explained my stupidity and misfortune in breaking the plastic thingy that removes and replaces the wax protector on the new hearing aids. The young man patiently listened to my sob story, and asked me to take a seat on one of the green chairs and someone would come to see me, but it might be while before they are free to do so. I expressed my gratitude and told him, no problem. Then took a green seat and got the crossword book out, again before I could start on it (Like t the clinic earlier) Another young agent was calling my name within seconds of my having sat down. Brilliant Service or what?

Into the room explained things and he had cleaned the hearing aid and given me another thingamajig to take home with me within ten minutes. Thanked him and poddled out of the store, only to have to dodge another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.

Humph.

Took this picture of some brave fools up on the high swing ride, as the weather started to get a bit more threatening?

Had a walk around for a while, because the L9 bus was not due for 45 minutes, but I enjoyed the hobble around, and the rain still kept off!

A final display of Nottingham Street Art was outside the book shop on Lister Gate.

I went in and bought a pack of five pencils and sharpener and eraser, for only £1.79. Also, a TV paper for next week. So I can work out which programmes to fall asleep watching. Haha!

Got on the bus at the same time as Horace and his Carer.

I feel pain for Horace. His handler always sits away from him on the bus, and I’ve yet to hear the man talk to Horace. The carer is in the seat in front of where I took a photograph from. Of course, it is not my place to criticise anyone, and do not! For I don’t know the illness, handicap or nature of things that poor old Horace suffer from. So I have no idea of what that carer has to go through while caring. I often meet Horace on my bus trips and have started saying cheerio to him. No recognition from him of course, and he can apparently only grunt. He loves doing this while pointing at things. Life can be so unfair to some folk.

Up to now, the ailments have been so kind to me as well, today. I feel almost guilty.

Back at the flats, I visited the Throne and put the new tool for the hearing aid in the box they came in, to try not to lose or break this one.

I shelled some garden peas and got them into the saucepan on the simmer. Out the onion bhajis and bubble and squeak cakes into the tray ready to go into the oven later.

Got this diary updated. Boy, am I making some grammar errors. Don’t know what’s the matter with me. I’m  aware I do make silly mistakes generally. It took ages and lots and lots of correcting. Humph!

Nosh served up. An unfunny few moments followed. I got it all on the plate and had to go for a wee-wee again.

About to carry it on the tray to the £300 second-hand recliner to consume it, and the phone rang. Tsk! It was the surgery with the DVT blood test results. New dosages, as the INR level had dropped to 2.1 – this is not good news at all. It might mean the cancelling of the Little Inchies graft op yet again. A most off-putting possibility! They made the next appointment for Wednesday 16th, and I remembered this was the Tenants meal-out day and mentioned it. Rearranged for… wait for it… 0750hrs on Tuesday 15th. 0750hrs! Great! I queried the time, and the lady thought I was intimating that this was too early and said; “Well, you always ask for an early time for your appointments!” (Not that I get them usually!) I told her no problem at all and thanked her kindly.

Then a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This was a messy one and required some cleaning up and medicationalisationing afterwards. So by the time I’d got around to digesting the meal, it was well cold! Grumph!

I thought about putting it in the oven to warm it up again but decided this would not be a good idea. So I ate it as it was. Actually, it was not too bad at all. If the phone call and Porcelain Throne had not interrupted the proceedings, it would have been super-tasty I think.

The walking must have taken more out of me than I thought because when I got the TV on to watch Boon DVD episodes, I drifted off and woke at 0130hrs, many hours later.

I recall musing over a dream I’d been having and must have scribbled this note, I found later.

Monte Casino defender from Italy?

Soon drifted back to sleep.

Sprang awake with a start, at 0250hrs.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 8th August 2017: Day indoors, the flipping rain. Hehe!

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Tuesday 8th August 2017

Finnish: Tiistaina 8. Elokuuta 2017

0335hrs: Stirred to find the magically appearing empty biscuit wrapper on the sticking out stomach. Tsk! Back to the none-memory of the dreams again, just a real knowledge that I’d had them?

Somehow, I remembered to clean the hearing aids after forgetting to do so every day since I had them. Unfortunately, I could not find the brush and screwdriver things needed to do these aids. Plenty to hand, that would do the old type ones, though. Humph!

Took the medications and did the health Checks instead. Sys 159, Dia 73, Pulse 84, Temp 33.8, Weight 14.89 (Ahem!)

No demands for the use of the Porcelain Throne at all, yet?

Started sorting out and tweaking the photos from yesterday for that diary. Began updating it and oh dear… Whenever I tried to save, update, preview, or close WordPress, I got the message: “Server Maintenance Your server is going through a few minutes of routine maintenance. Please don’t touch your browser for a few moments. What do I do? If you were posting a comment or making a post on your blog, then do not press BACK on your browser. Wait 5 minutes and press the refresh icon on your browser. Your comment or post will be sent as normal. If you are browsing a blog here just wait a few moments and hit refresh. The page you were expecting will appear.” I waited for five minutes and tried again, but it would not have it, the same message.

After nearly two hours of failure to solve this, I decided to get in touch with the WordPress help, took a while to find how to get into it again. Sent them a message telling them of the problem… then realised that I had posted the message to Grammarly in mistake for WordPress! I did feel a right fool! Sent another message explaining my error and apologising most proficiently I could muster.

Then, got onto Grammarly message help, and they said they’d look into it. Of course, it came back on and worked as I was waiting for them. Grumph! Today is not going to be a good one, I thought!

Since which, I have received four emails from each of them asking for more detail. Oh, five now from Grammarly, four from WordPress.

The looking very wet Morrison delivery chap arrived with the fodder. He carried into the kitchen for me, nice that.

I thanked him and set about getting the foodstuff away.

Still no call to the Porcelain Throne?

Took out the veg to use today and got the rest into the fridge drawer. The carrots and swedes I bought already diced.

The garden peas looked healthy for such a long time into the season.

I prepared the pod peas, cut up or diced the leeks, swedes, carrots, red onions, parsnips, and yellow peppers and got them into the Crock-Pot, adding just a little water. Added a jar of cheap black bean sauce and put some mini tomatoes in and sprinkled some of the Polish mixed seasonings into the mix and stirred it all well.

Put it on a low heat setting. Must remember to keep giving it a stir now and then.

Finding it hard work doing the blog now, after a visit or two from Craig Cramps. But still, it could always be worse.

I’d put the CCTV of the foyer entrance on the TV earlier to see the Morrison man arrive and I left it on. Our beloved caretaker was spotted without his mobile phone in his hand! I took this snap of the screen, as proof for any tenants who might not believe this. Hehehe! Looks like he’s enjoying himself, doesn’t it?

Moments later a Police Officer arrived with his wet umbrella. He tried the intercom but obviously whoever he wanted was not in and he poddle off shortly.

I pressed on with the diary and got it finished eventually. Some six and a half hours after I’d starting to update it! Then as I started this one off, the Porcelain Throne had to be attended!

No hassle much this time. Little Inchy and Haemorrhoid Harold both bloodless! Hurrah! Only Arthur Itis any cause for concern, when I had to stand up, he did not like that! Haha!

When I had washed and made another brew, my next door neighbour Stew arrived with his grandkids in tow. He had a bit of bother finding them when two disappeared out of doors, he cunningly put the other two inside and went to retrieve the remainder from outside in the rain. I think they keep him feeling young, you know.

Had a go on Facebook next. Then onto WordPress reading.

Came across this photograph of the new buses bought by Nottingham City Council.

Checked the Emails and nothing from the Clinic or the surgery arrived.

The rain still falling outside. Took the midday medications etc.

Checked the vegetables in the crock-pot then got the beef in the oven.

The usual afternoon energy dip arrived.

Computer turned off and concentrated on trying to get the meal right.

It looked perfect, but only tasted average, which is not too bad, compared to the recent disasters.

Gobbled it up and washed the pots, but missed a dish off – so left it in the sink to soak.

A right treat on the TV today, four episodes of Law & Order, two on one channel, then two more on another one. The first two I stayed awake through, the third one I’d seen before and nodded-off in quick time.

Woke a couple of hours later and went into the kitchen to clean the dish – one helluva toe stump coming back into the front room. I’ve said it before, that Ottoman will have to go, or get replaced with something kinder and more sympathetic to toes! Hehe!

Did the checks and medications and got the head down to watch the Dog Rescuers on the goggle-box. Got through it all and enjoyed it, then drifted off into the land of nod! Ah, nice!

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today – Monday 7th August 2017: Traffic Mayhem

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Most uncomfortable sensation of failure in the dreams

Monday 7th August 2017

Sindhi: 7 آگسٽ آگسٽ 2017

0425hrs: Woke thinking of the nightmare come dream I’d been suffering, what seemed seconds ago. Scribbled down bits I could remember to write here later.

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into wet-room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Which went extremely well. No bleeding now, from Little Inchy or Haemorrhoid Harold at all. Although, I had to smile when the toilet block I added to the cistern yesterday, bubbled right up to the rim when I pressed the flush lever. It was still present after I’d nipped and got the camera to take this shot. I think I might have put two blocks in by mistake? Hehe!

I certainly felt a lot better than last night, and the depression had gone.

Made a strong mug of Yorkshire Tea, did the Health Checks and took the medications as I started the computer.

Not very happy with the weight increase over the week, though.

All else looked okay to me?

Craig Cramps and Arthur Itis were both being nice to me.

Finished off the Sunday post and finalised the weeks Health Checks.

Took a break and popped out on the balcony to take these shots.

It had been raining a bit in the night, but the wind was low this morning, glad to say.

The Car Parking must be a nightmare for the residents as well as any visitors and the workmen on site.

The view to the South was as appealing as ever, I like to try and identify the buildings on the horizon in daylight.

Mentioning nightmare reminded me to have a look at the dream notes on the pad.

I reckon that it consisted of all the different things I’d got wrong in all the workplaces where that I did get them wrong.

Machinery seemed prominent all through, which is something I did struggle with at the time at Carters pop factory after I got promoted from the cleaning operative to Zone Controllers position. I would have liked to stay in the Hygiene team, but they privatised it. I knew there, I was capable of doing any task demanded. The Co-op managing days tormented me, and some of the dilemmas and altercations I’ve had when on Security were in there. Yet, oddly, not memories of when I got shot, knocked out, bitten by dogs or stabbed were in it? Just my inabilities, failures, fears and mistakes? I do not want another dream like that, ever, thank you very much!

Back on the computer. Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading.

Then Facebooked a while, taking into consideration that I had to watch the time so I could get ready to catch the L9 bus. Meaning I had to start the ablutions at 0830hrs to get them done in time to catch the first bus at 0930hrs.

So much to get through on Facebook, I decided to catch the later bus.

0825hrs: A shaking shuddering in the flat! It was the workmen on a gigantic hole driller or flattener, judging by the sound of it, thumping away, between the two blocks of flats where they are preparing groundwork to build the third block, of smaller luxury apartments. Out of view, so I could not get a photo. But I kid you not, the computer and my belly shake every time whatever it is clamped down. Who would have thought it would spread all the way up to the top of the flats? Just hope it doesn’t loosen any of the concrete!

Ablutions tended to. Gathered the things needed and set off to catch the bus.

Many folks at the stop, but no time for a chinwag, as the bus arrived on time and caught us all off-guard. Hehe!

The City Centre was a mass of traffic. So many works were taking place everywhere.

The Broad Marsh bus station had been closed for demolition, and every corner of the streets had a new bus stop to replace those lost, and mayhem ensued!

Traffic lights out at the corner of Milton Street and Upper Parliament Street with temporary lights, for sewerage work. With no stop/go lights for pedestrians. (Fair enough, the Nottingham populace ignore them anyway).

Interesting Nottingham Post video of the works, showing the new buses. Click this link to see the mess: Traffic mayhem in Nottingham

A chap had been knocked over at these lights, and of course, the ambulance and police had a devil of a job getting through to him.

To the City Centre and the beach entertainments, the atmosphere was one of tension and discontentment.

Nobody was smiling much, no one interested in the amusements and the Nottingham Beach only had three people on it.

Walked through and down Exchange Walk to St John’s Church.

Even the flowers at the stallholders display on the Walk were withered and well beyond their best. (Behind the depressed looking Nottingham pedestrians).

I hobbled on down and through to the Broad Marsh Car Park (As was, it is closed now, creating more traffic problems) and along Carrington Street to the Canal.

Where I had planned to feed the large variety of ducks, Mallards, Canada geese, etc.

But the seed, bread and mealworms were left in the bag. Not even any pigeons, let alone ducks in sight? Over the bridge, there was the usual array of Nottingham Street Art.

I went to call at the Nottingham Citizens Advice Centre about getting help about finances, to find it closed.

Feeling a bit depressed myself now, I hobbled back to the Slab Square.

Even less fold on the beach now.

Had a window shopping session in the mall, then, foolishly perhaps, I wandered down to the M&S food hall. (Fatal for the finances that! Huh!)
Spent a fortune. I did treat myself to a new ready meal. Cheese and bacon (Both of the two ½-inch pieces of bacon were excellent, Hehe!).  It contained new potatoes, milk, single cream, and cheese in it, also savoy cabbage; Which I am not supposed to eat, but there was only a tiny bit of it, and I do miss my now barred Brassica.

Tomatoes, bubble & squeak, San Fransico style sourbread, everyday yoghourts, a lemon fool and a small box of fritters, also bought.

Had a hobble up Clinton Street, battling through the now increasing number of mostly seriously stern-faced Nottingham citizenry en route. Made my way to the bus stop on Queen Street. Where this young lady on her mobility scooter on her mobile phone, came out of the Post Office and down Queen Street, actually hitting my shopping bag as concentrated on her conversation, bless her!

I rather ashamedly thought if drivers get fines for doing this, why not the mobility scooter users, who do not pay road tax, are not forced to take insurance or driving tests, etc.?

Took this photo at the top of the street while waiting for the bus.

I called it, ‘Reflections of Nottingham Buses’.

Back to the stop and amazingly, the L9 bus arrived on time? Don’t know how he did it! A medal due here methinks?

There were new temporary lights on the route back to the flats on a housing estate in Mapperley. Tsk!

Had a go at the crosswords en route. Didn’t do very well, though.

A wee-wee was needed urgently.

Back at the Winwood Flats, the weather was all right still, and again I was last in the race back to the apartments.

The traffic was bad on Chestnut Walk, as expected.

Got to the porcelain just in time.

As I put the fodder away and got the meal ready cooking, I spotted some smoke outside, that looked to be coming from Sherwood.

It was clean white smoke, so I don’t know where it was coming from or if there was a fire at all. Didn’t hear anything about it on the radio.

Change into my night attire (Undies), did the Health checks and took the medications.

The meal, an easy one to prepare, and at last, it turned out a decent one.

I have to say, this San Fransico style sourbread is most delicious, if expensive at £2 for a 400g loaf.

Soon had the food eaten up and the pots washed.

Settled and fell asleep without any effort. Waking in time to do the late evening checks and medicationalisationing.

Tons to choose from on the TV. I was sure I would manage to stay awake this time, after having the involuntary Old Folks Nap earlier.

Got through a full episode of Law & Order. Nodded off at the commercial that followed, woke up an hour or so later and thought it was morning. Started to extract myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, stubbed my toe against the Ottoman (It’s got to go?), saw the clock, it was midnight.

Tsk! Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 5th August 2017: Flat clearing and cleaning, Shelving assembled, Accifauxpa. Tsk! Hehehe!

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Saturday 5th August 2017

Yiddish: שבת אויגוסט 5, 2017

0505hrs: Woke feeling a lot better than I did last night, physically speaking. Although, I considered advertising for a famulus to train up to help with the wandering brain. Hehe!
After battling briefly with my own reasoning, thoughts and lack of perspicacity, I decided I would start the big cleaning up sessions. The plan was laid; I’d get the laundry done first, the tackle the cleaning of the balcony windows and door, then get the kitchen sorted, starting with those pesky ever present and growing in number, little tar-marks on the outside. After that, I knew no plans could be made. Because my EQ told me things would get bad again later with the ailments.

Proudly forced myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner, and nearly toppling over, such was the pain from the right knee and hip as I stood up. Straight to the medical drawer took a 60g Codeine, then the rest of the morning medications, with a brew of tea in the new little cup.

Sys 153. Dia 76, Pulse 81, Temp 33.2, Weight 14.82 – Nothing to complain about there… well, maybe the weight? Humph!

Did the health checks and off to the Porcelain Throne. After some examinationalistic activity, I found Little Inchy in remarkably healthy, pain-free and not bleeding, Duodenal Donald absolutely no bother whatsoever, Hernia Harry trouble free, Haemorrhoid Harold barely bleeding at all, and no visitations from either Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis! Only Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda any bother, and they had calmed down since I got up. Excellent start I thought.

Checked on the CCTV on the TV, no one lurking about downstairs. Got the clothes sorted and accoutrements gathered, out of the door. Oh dearie me? Dirt dust and bits all over the communal entrance, out of the door to the lifts and found, even more, mess all over the place. Tsk! I’ll have to hoover the flat entrance later.
I’d have thought one of the caretakers would have done it before they left, knowing they would not be around for the weekend? (Did I actually ask that question? Maybe they are going to have their mobile phones surgically removed from their ear-holes? Hehehe!)

Down and got the laundry in the washing machine and nipped outside to have a nosey.

Back up and had a wee-wee.

Got the things ready to have a go at the windows later. Razor-scraper, vinegar cleaner, paper towels and just in case they are needed, the bottles of nail-varnish-remover.

0559hrs: Down to move the laundry from washer to dryer. I timed it spot on, as I arrived at the cleaning machine, it stopped its cycle. (I’m getting a bit worried about all this good luck today you know. Ailments being kind, health- readings being almost perfect, no Accifauxpa, most unsettling for me. As history has made me a cynic and alarmist, I can often get into a panic when things do not go wrong. Haha!)

As I went to get the lift back to the 12th floors, this little mite was there on the builder’s carpet protector strips.

I tried to catch him as he panicked and shot all over, easily avoiding my efforts to put him outside. It even took me several shots with the camera to get a clear photo of him, bless him.

Once back home, I had another wee-wee and gathered all the pieces of the stand I’d bought to give to the Nottingham Hospice, another go at erecting it.

After several attempts and nearly two hours of trying to understanding the vague instructions and a failing to get some poles linked that I found were the wrong ones, I gave up, defeated and annoyed with myself.

Spotted some new posters on the OBergruppenfurheresses and Tenants notice boards.

So I had a perusal of the same.

The first one informed us only: ‘It’s been confirmed. Sliding doors will be installed!!!’ I was not bothered either way much which type of doors were fitted to the balcony. But, being a Profit -of-doom and a worry-wart, I anticipate trouble more likely with the slider ones than the regular opening one?

Nice to know that the cleaning of communal areas has gone from daily to weekly now? No wonder we don’t see them very often. And of course, their telephoning other caretakers with updates and possible financially beneficial gains and the latest bookmakers odds… No, no, no, only joking!

Mind you, when I do see him he’s on his mobile 90% of the 2% of the time I can actually find him. And I get the hand in air palm facing me, indicating ‘Not now, I’m on the phone!’, as he natters away into the ether, with a grave expression on his face. Not the most helpful or polite person. Unless there is a big tip promised, or other financially based inducement involved. But I’m not saying this, in case he sues me for telling the truth.

Down a final trip to retrieve the washing from the dryer.

Cleaned the filters, sink, taps and drums of both machines used.

Back to the apartment did the health-checks again: Sys 159, Dia 78, Pulse 90, Temp 35. Then got the clothes stored away, had a wee-wee and bravely (I thought) Had a go at the kitchen window and the tar marks again! Sprayed lots of cleaner stuff onto the window (Which I opened without getting any bruises, blood-blisters for cuts to my hands or fingers), set about the window with the Razor-scraper.

 This was a long, tedious job. Some came off, some just moved to another position on the glass, and some would not move at all! Percy Verance helped, and eventually, I got most of them off. After much-repeated spraying and scraping, scuffing, scraping and scouring – and, without my cutting myself once on the blade!

Which, as you can see here, the scraper acquired a brown tinge that is unremovable. This might be a clue to someone more cleverer than I am, as to from where the marks came from and what they consisted of? Something potent and corrosive, judging by how quickly they turned the razor blade into rust?

I think Andy from Canada had the best guess, of airborne bits of tar, so far?

I then moved onto cleaning the inside and outside of the balcony windows and door.

Feeling rather proud of my efforts, even more bravely, I had yet another go at assembling the stand for the Hospice. I really would like to get it done and delivered today.

The lady in the shop was saying about how they would like it donated and would sell in moments, last week when I chatted with her.

So I set about studiously working out the oh-so-simple instructions.

After much sweating, profanity, frustration, bruised fingers and knuckles, a wee-wee and more swearing – I ended up as pleased as punch with my progress until a Whoopsiedangleplop took place.

I was pressing hard on the screwdriver when it slipped and stuck itself in my left hand, which I had foolishly put in a position to enable it to. Hehe!

The blood flow seemed to stop quickly. This made me think that perhaps the INR Warfarin level had gone down? A moment later, strangely I hear the letter box clap to, and it was the INR reading from the Deep Vein Thrombosis unit. It had indeed gone down, to 3.9 now. They had left the dosages for this week the same. (Good timing that delivery, just as I was typing about the blood, too!)

Amazingly, after only about two-and-a-half hours or so, I got it finished, and it looked okayish. All ready for me to carry to the shop later.

Full of pep with my little victories, I set about finishing the kitchen cleaning. Cleaned the counters, shelving, drawers, cooker sink cabinets, hoovered and mopped the floor.

The feeling of threat of an impending further upset, Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpa or Farcicalisational occurrence,  still lingered?

Took the rubbish bags and put them down the chute. Seeing the mess on the carpets in the access area near the doors, I got the vacuum out and hoovered it. Still, no tiredness or hassle from Anne Gyne or Arthur Itis, in fact, no bother at all? Am I dreaming? Haha!

I part cleaned the wet room, just around the Porcelain Throne base where it was bad, then got the ablutions tended to.

A few orange recycling bags came through the letter box… is the caretaker doing over time? I really will feel bad if he is working and I’ve cleaned the entrance for him? Grumph at the thought!

All clean and fresh now, I got dressed and somehow managed without too much difficulty to carry the erected shelving and a bag of clothing up through Woodthorpe Grange Park and to the Nottingham Hospice Shop.

En route, I noticed some food stalls getting ready for customers near the Mansfield Road entrance.

Limped along, without too much bother with the shelving and met a lady Tenant in Sherwood and we had a gossip for a while.

On to the Hospice and gave them the bag and shelving.

A thank you from the lady, who was very busy, and I departed back through the park to the flats. Stopping a few times to enjoy watching the dogs walking their owners, and training them on how to fetch the ball themselves. Hehe!

Top of hill on the footpath and right down to the apartments, and as I descended the gravel path, 93-year-old Polish Eddie was walking up it. I don’t know how he gets about so much, often and without any seeming effort, he can walk faster than I do. A grand chap too. Had a little natter with him as we passed each other.

At the bottom of the path near the car parking on Chestnut Walk as I crossed over to get to the foyer doors, this little squirrel kindly froze and gave me time to get closer and the camera out again.

When I got in the wet room, had a wee-wee and got the kettle on – it hit me! Suddenly a drainage of power, enthusiasm and tiredness, weariness. All hopes and interest in doing any more cleaning faded. Still, I thought I’d done well up to now, so I hope that a similar situation; No ailments to bother me in the morning, and I can get the front room and wet room cleaned properly, and the paperwork sorted out.

I got the garden peas and potatoes on the boil and set about starting this diary off to here.

Into the kitchen to make a mug of tea, and noticed this lady collecting blackberries. Nothing new or of particular interest in these shot, you say? Well, it was the poor dog’s oh so obvious, displeasure with his owner that tickled me pink.

He, or she, did not like all the stopping off and Mother going into the bushes. Hehehe! Bless her/him. Did his best to stop her, one time, laying down and she had to drag it to get to the fruits. Just a thought, but I hope that the berries have none of these tar like spots like the one on my windows falls on these fruits?

Then I realised I had not finished yesterdays diary yet. Not surprising, it was a bad, bad day for me. Which makes today’s good day even more enjoyable! (Up to now?) Got the Friday post finished and posted, better late than never. Tsk!

Feeling a bit drained now, but still smug with myself.

Got the meal all ready. Used the portion plate.

After so many successes with my fodder lately, this disaster was all the more sad for me. Everything, apart from the fresh peas and the potatoes, was disappointing. Mostly due to my own fault and after getting it presented for eating, demands for the use of the Porcelain Throne, added to the meals misery as it had gone cold by the time I got around to eating it.

Maybe it was because I was feeling tired after my many physical efforts, and was feeling well worn-out.  Perhaps the screwdriver holes in the hand starting to bleed over onion bhajis and mushrooms as I dined, did not help? I’m not sure which or if it was a combination of all of them. But, definitely have had to leave so much of the meal uneaten and to drop the plate, as I took it to the kitchen and the non-slip tray, did not help things. Tsk!

Raining now, glad I went out when I did and not leave it until later on.

Health checks and medications were taken.

Had a wee-wee, and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner to fall asleep during the first set of commercials to come on.

Long sleep followed I reckon I got in a six-and-a-half hour session in.

Inchcock Today – Friday 4th August 2017

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Friday 4th August 2017

Swedish: Fredag 4 Augusti 2017

0430hrs: Stirred into life and exited the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Far less bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold this morning.

I pondered over whether or not I am existing and living in a dereistic manner? This thought was brought on by memories of last night mental explosion and if it happened or did I dream it?

Got the mini-cup of tea brewed did the Health Checks and took the medications. All were looking good to me. Well, temperature a little high, but that is how it has been for a few days now.

Did you notice the red onion in this picture? I’ve no idea why it was there either. I felt sure that I’d put it in the bottom of the fridge after using some it on the meal last night?

Another wee-wee and I got the computer on. I had considered doing the long overdue laundry but decided to leave this until the morning (If I get up early enough).

I got the cramps in the left arthritic hand and fingers as I started typing.

Tsk!

Took a while for them to ease off this time.

Into the kitchen and took an extra Magnesium and Codeine tablet.

Got the diary for yesterday finished and posted off. Checked the Emails. Had a wee-wee.

Sorry, but the rest of today is a bit of a haze.

Had a funny turn, and now (Saturday morning) having made no notes and memory blanks of yesterday I am helpless in trying to do the diary update. Sorry.

Can’t even remember making or eating this meal – only the fact that is in the camera tells me I did so. So I must have been functioning alright?

However, the good news, no, the excellent news is, I am back on top form this morning and busy cleaning and hobbling and in good health, I fank you.

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 3rd August 2017: Wet, Social Hour Day – Ended up with a challenging mental moment! Hehe!

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The morning chat with the electrical box? Hehe!

Thursday 3rd August 2017

Haitian Creole: Jedi 3yèm Mwa Out 2017

0425hrs: I woke in a right pickle comprehension-wise. I’m sure the head and brain were shaking as I battled to stop the torrent of thoughts, all of a destructive to sanity nature. Slowly they steadied down to an Allegretto pace, and a few could be identified, not that this helped much because second by second they evaporated altogether, and an eerie inner calmness came. I sat pondering on what had happened and decided it would be best to try and forget about it, for fear of losing it entirely in trying to understand what and why this had happened.

0500hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Much internal bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold this morning, a lot of cleaning up and medicating needed and done.

Took a photo of the skyline, came out a bit blurred despite Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis both being absent at this time?

Made a brew, did the Health Checks and took the medications.

The weight had gone down a bit, a tiny bit, but this was cheery news for me, and I upgraded my emotionalisation classification to a Defcon 3 status. Hehehe!

Started to do this diary and it dawned on me that it might be an idea to get the vegetables ready for cooking later, for when I tackle making the Beef in Black bean sauce meal.

Got the carrots, fresh peas and rutabaga chopped up and in the saucepan. Sliced the peppers for adding later. Of course, a visit from Craig Cramps came on as I did this, and a few peas are still AWOL, hiding away somewhere in the kitchen, perhaps never to be seen again?

Off I went to make another brew, and the sky looked a bit threatening but beautiful at the same time.

Back on the diary work.

Not for long though, off to the Porcelain Throne again.

Got yesterdays diary finalised and posted.

Email checks.

WordPress reading was done.

A quick blast on Facebook.

Time to get ready for the Tenants Social Hour visitation. I hope they are happier than last week if not, I might consider stopping attending it.

Did the ablutionisationing, dressed and set off to the Temporary Winwood Social Shed for the chinwagging session.

The wind and rain greeted my as hobbles all alone to the Tenants Social Hour at the end of Chesnut Walk.

No one in sight, not even any signs of workmen or their vehicles? This made me wonder if I’d got things wrong again. Like the day? Hehe!

Arrived at the cabin and only a few folk were in attendance (10) at this time. Others soon joined, but the final total of about 20, out of the currently available 548 residents was a bit small. Perhaps just as well, though. There were only about six free chairs left?

Had a few good nattering sessions, all the same. Handed in the raffle prizes and gave out the nibbles. Said my farewells and went to the bus stop.

The cars had been parked handily for the disabled, hard of seeing residents, to get by them, without going onto the slippery wet grass or the roadway. Tsk! Only two at the bus stop when I arrived. But in a couple of minutes, another nine joined us as the bus arrived. I had the chinwag with the lovely Margaret en route down the hill, where I dropped off and got the brolly out, and wobbled down to the Polish Food Shop.

Where much money was spent on unwanted fodder. Humph!

Including a small loaf of sliced Latvian Sweet & Sourdough bread. Never come across this before, just hope I like it?

It feels terribly weighty to me: so I won’t have to eat much of it at a time.

Poddled down the hill to the Co-op store. Got some onion bhajis, a lot dearer and smaller than those from Morrisons were? Fresh pod peas (Well, it’s something lose while podding them innit? Hehe!). Red onions, and some potatoes. The tattooed chap serving me asked if I wanted a receipt? Odd that I thought and told I would please, especially as I remembered to take my Co-op card with me. There was a voucher given me with the payment slip. For £1 off my next purchase of £5 or over. Little monkey was trying it on to get the voucher for himself, methinks!

Up the hill, proudly ignoring the fresh cream cakes on display in the Bird’s shop window, and insouciantly strolling up to the first Charity shop to have a look around, as there was plenty of time before the bus was due. I bought a small tea cup from them. Hopefully, it will pay for itself if I use it when on the computer or attempting to watch TV and falling asleep leaving the old bigger full cup to get cold, I can allow a small cup of tea go cold instead? I think. Haha!

Called into the next charity shop, then the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, but did not purchase anything in these stores.

Then in the Dentists to check on the date for my next appointment. But they were so busy and irritable I decided not to bother them and withdrew to the bus stop outside.

Tenant Roy was there, and we had a laugh or two before the bus arrived and whisked us up the hill to the flats.

Roy took one of my bags to carry on the top of his four-wheeled trolly for me, and I got the brolly over us both in return?

The rain started getting a bit heavier, and the wind grew more violent, as they usually do around our flats.

As I got to the 12th floor and alighted, Roy who was on his way to the 13th level, had to remind me to take the bag he had on his trolley, with me! Tsk!

I got into the apartment, and the Porcelain Throne was facilitated.

Put the things away and made a brew in the new small cup as I got the computer going and updated this diary again.

Went on Facebook to catch up on what I didn’t have time for earlier.

Then got the meal cooking away. Set the timer thingamajig.

WordPress reading again.

Wee-wee.

Mail arrived, it had been redirected, from the Clinic. Nothing concrete. Apparently, after high or low Red inducing blood tests, they have to wait for three blood tests and balance them before they can make a new date for the op. These are not the exact words used, but I can’t find the letter now it comes to writing this diary. Tsk! Anyway, I’ll have to wait to see what the new date will be. Hey-ho!

Nosh sorted. A bit of a job getting it all sorted, but it tasted lovely. Onion Bhaji’s, black bean sauce (from a jar), diced swede, diced carrots, red peppers, red onions, tomatoes, one little sole lonely potato (Haha!), fresh garden peas and shredded beetroot (from a jar). Followed with an apple and lemon-curd yoghourt.

The Latvian style sourdough bread was delicious.

As darkness descended I pondered, now the rain had stopped, to clean the pots and having a go at the tar marks on the outside of the kitchen window!

Opening it the wind rushed in and blew the kitchen towels and cleaning rags, plastic mixer jugs off of the pole I hang them on. It even blew some of the tea bags off the top of their pots, the brush and pan toppled over… what a picklement!

Closed the window and forgot the idea of scraping the annoying and ever increasing tiny black spots off of the glass and tidied up the kitchen instead.

A wee-wee and attention being given to Haemorrhoid Harold.

Guiltily, after settling to watch the Women’s Football, I did nibble a bit. But think far less than usual?

Fell asleep and woke an hour or so after the match had ended, had to find the result. When I found that England had lost 3-0, I didn’t mind missing the match at all.

The mind went all higgledy-piggledy on me then. Concentrating on one avenue of thought was impossible for me. The talons of my mind reached out and I pondered on, say, immigration. Then clawed another topic into the action box of the brain for my reflection, Terrorism. Next a few thoughts on why my mobile phone company (EE) are a load of crap. The structure and future of the universe were dissected next, and I worked out the end was nigh.  Did the moon landing really take place? Who shot Kennedy? Why has the Doctor taken me off of the morphine, just when I need it? Why am I so unconfident with people I meet? Why did Mother do a bunk? Why did I have to lose Suzanne? What are those damned marks on the kitchen window? Will I meet Albert Einstein when I croak out; Too late then to learn from him, I miss my pipe so much, I must get some more of the Sweet & Sourdough bread, Will they ever get the INR blood level right? What day is it? Why am I half-hanging out of £300 second-hand recliner?

Truthfully, I’m not sure if I dreamed these thoughts or thought them in reality. I’m convinced there were many more trains of deliberations I ruminated upon.

I was mentally wearied, and when unexpectedly, anthropinisation came over me, I managed to get to sleep, at last.

TTFN, all.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd August 2017: Nurse Nichol not available to do my blood test… Sob!

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Wednesday 2nd August 2017

Maltese:  L-Erbgħa 2 ta ‘Awissu 2017

0535hrs: Stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner, feeling bloated and confused. Once again annoyed at not remembering the dream I know I’d been having.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. No adscititious ailments, only Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding a lot.

Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks, do up the medication pots and take the drugs.

Sys: 62, Dia: 72, Pulse: 79, Temp 35.3, Weight (Oh dear) 14.95

The sky outside did not over encourage me on the coming weather.

Got the computer on and consulted the calendar. Only the INR blood-test, get a razor scraper, and I have to contact the clinic about the new date for the op, now the last INR reading had come down a bit.

Suddenly felt a bit dodgy when Shaking Shaun visited me when I was making a brew. A bit worrying, I might mention this to the nurse at the blood test if it is nurse Nichole on duty and not Obergefrieteress Ann, that is. When on the odd few times I’ve been brave enough to mention any new ailments to her, she is giving me a matter of fact reply before I finish speaking. (Seen it all, done it all syndrome?) Hehe!

I took an extra St John’s Wort to try and get myself to cheer up a bit; I was sinking somewhat spiritually now. Spiritually? No that’s not the word I mean… er, erm, oh, that’ll have to do. Tsk!

Very quick bash on Facebook and checked the Emails, WordPress.

Dropped the pan of peas on the floor, that I’d just shelled. Tsk! Damned Shaking Shaun!

Off to get the ablutions and medicationalisationing done.

Noticed after the shower that the veins had turned red again, well, pink then! But at least the swelling had gone down. Haha!

Already, I set off down and out to Winchester Street. Having a good laugh with some of the crowd of residents at the bus stop, as I passed by.

Onto Mansfield Road up the hill and observed that the Restuarant Car Park sign had been tended to by ‘Nottingham Street Artists Blolblets’, again.

As I approached the crest to go down into Carrington, I observed a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming towards me.

Unfortunately, he turned left as I took the picture. Humph!

But fear not, a few more yards down the hill and another Varmint Nottingham PAvement Cyclist shot by me at a high rate of knots, and I got the camera out and managed to catch him as he weaved between other pedestrians.

I pressed on down and got to the Surgery with plenty of time to spare.

Registered with the new receptionist.

She’ll fit in alright here, high loud voice and does not listen when you speak to her. Perfect for the job.

Notices informing us of a change in Doctors and their status. Dr Lona Vindla is now in charge, the other bloke has left to retire early, and a new doctor is female and will be starting soon at the surgery.

Had a good long session with trying to do some crosswords in the book. Not, a very successful one, though.

An unknown to me nurse came out and called me in. Lovely lady, patient and polite. Must she be a locum? So, no nurse Nichol again. I inquired where she was, but this woman did not know?

She got the blood taken, but stopping it flowing afterwards, was as big a job as it has ever been. The EQ told me to expect a very high Warfarin INR reading and a phone call from the DVT clinic this afternoon. The gal was very patient with it taking so long, and plastered and tape covered it and told me to wait outside and make sure it had stopped before going away. If it is still bleeding after ten minutes, to tell the receptionist and she would let her know so we could have another look at the problem.

Disappointed with no Nichole being there, but glad to have met this new nurse and her similar pleasant nature. After a few minutes I peeled off the tape, and things seemed to have settled down on the arm. So I gave the receptionists their nibbles and out into the rain. This weather put me off going to town to find a razor scraper, and I thought best to go back to Sherwood after visiting Lidl.

Limped along into Carrington.

Yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was avoided en route.

The rain kept stopping periodically to try and catch me out on whether or not to use the umbrella or not.

I crossed over the road and into Carrington proper.

No attention paid from Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis at all now.

Things, I thought, were improving. What a Silly-Billy, I am!

Further along, near the Co-op store, a Nottingham Street Artist had been at it again, decorating new benches with an empty can, bottle and prettily spread sick underneath it, in a heart shaped design.

Tsk and Well, I never!

As I moved on to be insulted and cheated at the Lidl Store; Yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist had a go at me!

But I do not think this was maliciously meant at all.

He was making Rap sounding noises and had his earphones on under his Benny Hat.

The rain started to come heavily, as I got in the concentration camp… sorry, I mean Lidl’s. I noticed that all four check-outs were abandoned and only the end bit with the self-serve tills was in use.

I took a good wander around and ended up spending too much again.

I came out with biscuits, Pringles and chocolates for raffle prizes and nibbles, Sultanas, razors and fresh tomatoes.

To the bus stop and caught one to Sherwood. I long wait for the L9 bus, just as well because I remembered to go to Wilko and search for a razor scraper. Came out of there spent up as well, having got; A measuring jug, Dettol disinfectant, Citrus deodorant, Cooking foil, black refuse sacks, toilet cleaner blocks, kettle descaler, fragrance booster, foil trays and…. Yes! I did it, I got a Glass razor scraper!

Had a chinwag with 93-year-old tenant Polish Eddy at the bus stop.

Glad Sandie recommended trying these on the black marks on the window glass.

Thanks, Sandie (Loud voice cause she is in America Hehe!) I hope the bad weather other there is improving for the TFZers and Facebook friends.

Caught the bus home.

The rain got worse as we walked from the bus to the apartments.

Got in and had a wee-wee. Too wet to try and clean the windows yet. Put the food and things away and got the computer on to update this diary.

Got the meal cooking. Having a little different one today. Carrots and swede, potato cakes, onion bargees (Hope I like them), beetroot, cheese, an apple and Maple Syrup yoghourt.

Porcelain Throne for heavy duty and wee-wee session. Blood flowed! Tsk!

Health Checks and medications were taken. Sys 166 Dia 75, Pulse70, Temp 34.8

The meal took a lot of preparation tonight, but it was worth all the effort.

Potatoe cakes, tomatoes, carrots, swede, wild mushrooms, Gherkin, soft cheese, apple, beetroot, silverskin onions, fresh garden peas and onion bargees. I’ve never had bargee’s before, glad to say they were not too hot for me. Got them crispy on the outside. The tomatoes from Lidl, despite the label saying ‘Sweet Piccolo Tomatoes’, was very bitter tasting. But and however, they went well with the rest of the meal. Rated this one as 9.42/10. Very good! The plain yoghourt I flavoured with Maple syrup was delightful.

This meal will take some beating in the enjoyment stakes.

A lot of odd loud noises again tonight, from the apartment up above me? Third night in a row now. Perhaps, someone new is moving into the flat.

Tried to watch some TV, but as usual, the nod-offs and trips for a wee-wee prevented any successful viewing.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 1st August 2017: A hobble through the Nottingham each today!

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Tuesday 1st August 2017

Corsican: Marti 1u Aostu 2017

Woke around 0415hrs. The mind confused, a mess all around me and the £300 second-hand recliner, the TV still on with crumbs on my stomach, the chair cover and the carpet, and my glasses pushed back on top my head.

Remembered the Morrison delivery, the Hearing Aid update visit and to get a razor scraper and finger nail remover while in town later. Hopefully, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis will give me a break today. Please!

Dismounted the recliner and off for a Porcelain Throne session. Not good this one, but at least Haemorrhoid Harold was only leaking blood the tiniest bit. Little Inchy needed attention as is usual lately.visit

Took the medications and did the Health Checks.

All the readings seemed lowish today?

Apart from the weight, which I am not prepared to share with you at this moment, due to my shame! Hehe!

Into the kitchen, noticing there were no new tar marks on the window glass.

Got the kettle on and attempted to take another of the Vista shots that I seem to have difficulty in making. But today was different, and I got it right on the third attempt.

Cleaned up the mess near the chair. Appears I had been nibbling some crisps I think… a lot of them, judging by the number of crumbs I had to hoover up. Tsk!

For a fleeting moment, memories of some of the dreams came into my head. By the time I’d got the pencil out of the drawer, they had gone from my puzzled brain. I do annoy myself when this happens!

Computer started, and I made the graphic for the top of this page.

Had a wee-wee. Painful Little Inchy was re-medicated. This prompted me to check the Emails, to see if any had arrived from the clinic yet. But none.

Responded to some of the emails and did Some WordPress reading.

Finished yesterday’s diary and posted it off.

Food delivery arrived.

Got it stowed away, freezer and fridge full again.

Had a wee-wee

Got the crossword book and the nibbles,  in the bag for the site Obergruppenfurheresses.

Medicalisationing and ablutioning tended to.

Gathered everything (Well, I thought I had) needed for the day and got myself down to the foyer. Had a chinwag with a lady in the lift and she mentioned she had to make a list of things to do when going out and asked if I had lost my hearing aids as she could see I was not wearing them. Whoopsiedangleplop! I went back up in the lift after she dropped off, to fetch the list and hearing aids.

Time was getting close to 0930hrs now, and I was a bit nervous in case I missed the bus and was late for the appointment, and I still had a decent walk to get to the bus stop. Grabbed the hearing aids and put them in going down in the elevator.

Hobbling along Chestnut Walk and realised that I had not picked up the note of things to do! Humph! There were five things on it, I remember that much.

All I could recall at the time was the razor scraper, nail polish remover and the hearing aid place visit.

The bus was late arriving, so had a chinwag and a laugh with some tenants in the queue. The city bound bus came and off to town we were transported.

Dropped off on Queen Street and limped down through the Old Market Slab Square, which was designated as The Nottingham Beach with its rides, amusements and highly priced eateries, etc.

A little early for it to be busy yet.

But some families had laid claim to the favourite corner positions on the beach. I wondered if any of them were German holidaymakers? Hehe!

I took a photograph that should have been of one boy on the car rides that was very happy and waving each time he passed to his family. But when I got back and downloaded it, this is what I got. Missed the boy off altogether? Twit!

Jogged into the Pound World shop… (Jogged? Where did I get from, Haha!) to search for some nail varnish remover and a razor scraper. Got the varnish remover alright, but had to ask one of the staff if they had any scrapers. They sell them but had none in stock at the moment.

Out and nearly fell over a rough sleeper in the doorway, who I had not noticed on my in?

Up the road and into the Hearing Aid place. Logged in with Snottypants on the reception and got the crossword book out.

The young chap who dealt with me last time collected me and took me into his room.

He recorded details on the computer and then showed my how to clean the contact point on the aids. Using a brush and prodder-througherer to clean the air hole and little contact slot cover. Also how to replace the lid of each one when replacing it. The cleaning has to be done each day.

I thanked him and departed. Noticing the rough sleeper had gone, and the shop opposite that was signed as being up for lease or sale last week, were now To Let.

Desperate times for retailers in Nottingham these are!

Checked the time and the bus back to the flats was due in ten minutes. So made my way to it via the Nottingham Beach.

This Herbet of a young Nottingham Pavement Cyclist almost hit me as he rode along with music earpieces in his tab holes.

Bless him!

Across the road and through the square.

This ride that rises above the Council House height at the top was belting around at an uncomfortable looking rate of knots, for me.

Then again, the youngsters on it all seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The last amusement ride I looked at was also moving fast and up and down.

I find it hard to realise that Suzie and I used to like these types at the fairs and seaside all those years ago.

Across near the beach and made my way to the paper shop on the corner of Queen Street.

The beach, was now getting far busier with happy, noisy kids and frustrated looking given-up-on-controlling the ankle-snappers parents? Hehehe!

Went into the paper shop and bought a TV magazine for next week. Then up the hill to the bus-stop.

Where I pondered on what the missing task was that I could not remember needed doing. Failed to recall it, though.

Caught the bus and at the next stop, a few of the tenants got on, including Obergefreiteress Jenny. We had a friendly gossip en route.

At the flats, I found this parked outside the apartments.

The lady from the 15th floor came out to catch a taxi and informed me that the lifts were not working.

Oh dearie me! By luck, when I went in the firemen had just restarted them. Phew!

Up to the apartment and had a wee-wee.

Put the hearing aid tools away and got the black bean beef and egg, rice and fresh garden peas into their respective foil dishes. Lidded them ready to go into the oven later.

Picked some programmes to fall asleep to later, as well.

Updated this diary. Did the midday and evening checks.

Got the trays into the oven, must remember to check them after half-an-hour, so I set the timer.

A quick check on the Emails. Nowt from the clinic.

Had a bash on Facebooking.

Got the meal served up.

Beef in black bean sauce, egg rice with peas and a few little potatoes.

Really did enjoy this one.

Went to do the washing up and the rain had returned.

No getting to sleep for ages and ages.

Far too late, not even many nod-offs?

The mind racing away over everything and nothing at the same time.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today Monday 31st July 2017 – Lousy night – better morning.

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Monday 31st July 2017

Cebuano: Lunes 31st Hulyo 2017

What a horrible nights so called sleep. I actually think I got in four hours of sleep. But over a period of 12 hours! Dreams were rampant, short and frequent leaving me with memories of only the last one, and that one was of long-gone physical pleasure. And I assumed this was what had started ‘things’ bleeding, which I noticed as soon as I woke properly around 0625hrs. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, where Inchy was cleaned up and medicated after a disturbingly loose Porcelain Throne Session.

I got back and tried to get back to sleep again, feeling strangely tired still. There was no chance of that as the brain started to fret, worry and analyse things, logicality and understanding absquatulated from my mind.

Within ten minutes of settling, another demand for a Porcelain Throne session forced me out of the recliner and back to the wet room. The complete opposite this time, rock hard? Wee-wee demands were frequent and numerous throughout the morning.

Gave up trying to catch up on any sleep again, and went into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

Took the top and this picture of the parked cars. The top one was the first time I’ve ever managed to take a vista shot on my camera, I tried several times, only this one worked.

Got the computer on and checked the calendar. Finished off the Sunday diary and started this one off. The wee-weeing continued for ages?

Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading. Wee-wee.

Went to make a brew and:

Dang me, more tar spots on the window! Nice looking morning, though.

Had a bash at cleaning them off. Trapped my fingers in the flipping gap against the frame again. Failed to get any spots off, but I think I scared them a bit cause they are a lot lighter in colour now?

0900hrs: Tended to the medicationalisationing of Little Inchy, Haemorrhoid Harold and the blood blister marks on the knuckles.

Readied things just in time to catch the bus.

Hope to go into Arnold, visit the Arnot Hill Park and feed the ducks, then walk into Arnold proper and call at a few shops in the hope of obtaining some cheap nail polish remover and a Razor scraper. So I can tackle the kitchen window tar spots again later.

A new work van on site as I poddled along Chestnut Walk.

I crossed the road onto where the car parking is now, and further down I found a bit of Nottingham Street Art at the side of a van.

It happened to be a Nottingham City Homes trailer, not that I assumed the empty consumed alcoholic bottles were left there by any of their dedicated workforces, of course.

At the bus stop, the bench was filled up with tenants, female tenants. And good chin wag and laugh ensued while we waited for the bus. ‘All Aboard’, and in Sherwood, everyone, bar me got off. I was abandoned!

Hehe!

The bus took a little longer to get to Daybrook, due to the long ‘Diversion’ for road works.

Dropped off and hobbled towards the park and pond.

At the mini-island where I took the right road to Arnot Hill, the security fencing had been taken out and mangled by some vehicle or other and been thrown over the wooden fencing to the McDonald 24-hour Eat-in or Take-away place.

As I went into the park further down, Anne Gyna gave me a few nasty pangs and a funny turn. I decided just to take some photographs, and then return to the apartment. Didn’t feel up to walking into Arnold and shopping, poor old thing!

Took these in order as presented in the park.

I left through the top gate and gingerly hobbled to the bus stop, just as the sky began to threatened rain or a storm.

But neither arrived.

Got on the bus and sat next to a tenant on the 15th floor of my block. The lady in the white coat in the photo below, bless her. We had a good natter away during the journey. In Sherwood, we picked up some more residents and were soon back at the flats.

Again, I was the slowest of us all in hobbling back along Chestnut Walk to the apartments from the bus stop.

Huh!

The lady hung back and walked with me to and up the lift. Very kind of her! Said our Cheery byes and back to the flat, I call home.

Took the afternoon medications with extra painkillers, did the health checks, had a wee-wee, cleaned and medicated Little Inchy and made a brew. Then on the computer, checked the Emails and then on CorelDraw to work on some graphicalisationing preparations.

Eventually got the TFZer graphic finished. I used one of the photographs taken at the Park as a background. Hope they like it.

Got the fodder prepared and digested while watching some Boon DVD episodes.

Had extra cheese on top of the vegetarian Cottage pie, potatoes garden peas and an apple added. Followed by a plain yoghourt with some gorgeous Maple Syrup stirred into it.

To the Porcelain Throne and washed the dining pots.

Then, boy did it rain!

Now Little Inchy was bleeding once again, but no as bad as recently.

Got the last of the day Health checks sorted and took the medications.

Fell sleep, woke up and watched some Law & Order on the gogglebox, fell asleep, woke up and watched some LAw & Order on the gogglebox, fell asleep…

Tsk!