Inchcock – Monday 4th February 2019: Fears, worries and a frantic-feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of thoughts arrived. Humph!

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2019 Feb 04

Written in Support of the Sanity Seeking Subspecies Swarm Ltd, Nottingham

Monday 4th February 2019

Dutch: Maandag 4 Februari 2019

WD 0.0.255c 23:45hrs: I was not in good fettle physically when I woke this morning. Duodenal Donald and a new ailment (pains in the left side of the lower back of the chest), were all giving me grief. Maybe I had been laying in an awkward position? I remained motionless as I awaited the brain to join me in activating. The moment I moved to reposition myself to release some bodily-gas, Back-Pain-Brenda had a go at me too! This was peeving, considering how yesterday, I woke up almost ailment free of pains, Humph!

The maneuvring of my body with its substantial, onerous attached belly from the £300 1968 rickety recliner, was the complete opposite of yesterday, as well. My arising into a semi-perpendicular position can be best described as being done painfully and wearily.

Once up and moving, the right leg gave me some aches, more than pains, around the ankle, heel, and knee. I’ve noticed this in the past few days on and off.

Off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks and medication taking sorted.

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1Mon01WD 0.0.255c The BP seemed a little high again, although it had been a lot higher at times last week. Every time I mention this to the doctor or nurse, she does a check, and it is always within an acceptable range when she does! Ah, well!

I got on the computer, using Excel, to update the graph above.

Off to the wet room to visit the Porcelain Throne. A not too messy, but prodigiously sanguinary affair, crimson red blood from the rear end, that shook and surprised me a bit. No signs of any EIBWBBBs Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, dead or alive. I had a little cogitabund with myself over this situation. Had I beaten them at last? Have they retreated? Do they hibernate? Whichever, I was pleased to see the back of them. Mind you, the tricky things have fooled me before by not appearing for days, then they come back again!

1Mon01aWD 0.0.255c Then I checked out the pins (legs). Now, it is the right leg that is fluid filled more than the left one, as was the situation yesterday morning?

Am I going mad? This surely can’t happen, can it? Have I got it wrong somewhere and misunderstood on Sunday’s checks?

A new scratch mark or long thin papsule above the left knee, was not there last time I looked? Confused is not a strong enough word to describe how I feel now. Hehehe!

I remembered I must get to the dentist today, to pay them the money I owe them, too.

Back on the computer, and updated the Sunday blog. Got it all done by 01:56hrs and posted off to WordPress.

Went on the WP Reader section. Then made a start on the Thought for Today, then tackled creating this post.

The wee-wees were often, but of such little content and painful, I considered if I should take a Furosemide or not, but decided against it, with me going out for a bit of a hobble to get some bread and pay the dentist.

I had to stop and trot (well, hobble) off to the Porcelain Throne again. The evacuation was a complete opposite to the earlier one. Phooey, messy, sticky and no blood this time at all? (Sorry about my choice of words, but they describe the difference so perfectly) Washed the dandies and onto the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

1Mon05aBack to the man room, and I nipped out onto the balcony to take a picture of Chestnut Walk below.

WD 0.0.255c As I opened the unwanted new window in the unsort-after new balcony (Keeping up 100% record of acquiring finger injury every time I used the metals spring clip) the rain caught me out as it showered over me, it was so fine, and with it being dark I did not see it from inside. Hehe! Fool! 

Had some cornflakes for brekkers.

WD 0.0.255c I went to get the ablutions done. Did the teggies and had a shave. Then, I had the nous not to get lathered up (Like I did yesterday) before I tested the water was working on the shower. Turned on the power in the hallway, back in the wet room and pressed the button. Within a few seconds, the lights flashed indicating no water and a reset was needed! So, being an old timer who as a nipperoony was brought up with only a tin bath on the wall in the back yard, that hung on the brickwork of the railway supporting wall, no hot water in the house (but we did get electricity supplied later), I know about Stand-Up washes! Bit of an expert, actually. Hehe! 

1Mon06WD 0.0.255c After drying off, it became evident that I was going to suffer from the fluid-filled legs today. I had a tough time trying to get the socks on. Both pins had now filled to what must be near maximum. I had to use my free hand to help get each of the very-heavy legs up high enough so I could get the hosiery on the feet. After many tries, each one getting the sock a little further on plates, I completed the task, and was almost exhausted!

I departed, dropping two bags down the waste chute on the way out. I met Sturmscharführeress Warden Deans in the lobby and mentioned the shower water problem to her. I was not a popular lad with her. Well, it’s Monday; so she will be up to the neck in it I imagine! She asked when I wou1Mon07ld be back, and said she would have a look at it while I’m out. Bless her cotton socks!

Out into the drizzle, but it wasn’t cold with it at all.

I crossed over Chestnut Walk and ventured up the gravel footpath to the wonderful in summer tree copse.

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1Mon11I turned back to take as hot of the Winwood Heights in all its glory. The grass outside the copse had turned to green again with the rain, I imagine.

I plodded on through the park to Mansfield Road, up the hill and down to the dentist. I apologised for not paying them on my last visit. I know I was not feeling too good that day, with Duodenal Donald if I recall correctly.

WD 0.0.255c As I sorted through the letters in my pocket to find the payment demand from the tooth-fairies, I came across the clinic letter. I did feel a fool; it’s for Wednesday not today. I nearly went as well. Tsk!

I had a meditative moment as I hobbled over the road and down to the Post Office Supermarket. I was not feeling in the best of spirits and feared that things were not going very well. There was a vacuousness, a kind of desertedness, barrenness like sensation that was bugging me, toying around in my mind. Why? I didn’t know. But it was exasperating, testing my sanity almost. My mind was the most uncomfortable, weary it has been for ages?

1Mon07dI bought a sliced loaf of Polish bread, paid for it and out onto Mansfield Road, where the rain was falling again. I opened the umbrella.

The scene with the rain, wet road and vehicle lights was almost beautiful. I walked down to the traffic lights and crossed over and up the Winchester Street hill.

WD 0.0.255c The perception, no, more than that; a real feeling of something about to take place that was going to present a downer or oppression of some sort lingered on, and it annoyed me not knowing anything for sure. I kept telling myself “Fret not, cause there is nowt you can do about it, youth!” But, as anyone who knows me will recognise: I am never happy being happy, cause I assuredly knowing, it ain’t gonna last! Ah, depression? Again, why?

1Mon08WD 0.0.255c As I sauntered up the Winchester hill, I observed as I approached the Muggers Delight Footpath entrance, that the Nottinghamian Street Art with the white shoes from Saturday, had been adorned with some roof slates, a rubber car part and an empty fag packet. The white shoes had been resited, and some woof-woof mess inside one of them had been added.

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WD 0.0.255c A little further up the hill, and I noticed that the pavement had disintegrated near the wooden panelling, I could see through the gaps ten foot or more down into someone’s garden! The tarmac was cracking, too.

WD 0.0.255c Some Nottingham dog owner had failed to remove his or her canine’s dropping as well! Tsk!

Still, yer don’t like to complain does yer. Hehehe! I shan’t be walking along this stretch again!

1Mon09aI got back to the complex and called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, but Deana was not in, so I poddled on along Chestnut Walk back to the flat to check-out the shower.

1Mon10The new Extra Care Block, to be named Winwood Court, was having some outside plastering done by the workmen.

We get enough misdelivered mail as it is, soon we will have another 44 flats, adding another block to confuse the mailman even more! Humph!

I got inside the apartment and checked out the shower, and it was working.

Got on with updating this morning’s miserable functions on this diary.

I was concerned about the ever-swelling pins and decided to take one Furosemide, hoping it would free-up the wee-wees and lessen the pain in the legs.

I opened a tin of BBQ baked beans, added the cooked mushrooms from the crock-pot, and got the oven warming up for the bacon later.

No more than ten minutes later; Boy, did the Furosemide take effect! The almost constant wee-wees were back to being of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting-like-Wee-wee) style. I got out the Emergency Grey Bucket, and it had a lot of use!

Got the bacon in the oven and checked if anything was on the goggle-box to watch, in between taking wee-wees, of course. Oy Vey! 

I nipped out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ,  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. Lynne was in with some other ladies, and Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and Catwalk Model Deana came in. A busy gal, she was about to go and help out at another NCH complex.

WD 0.0.255c When she told me she found nothing wrong with my shower when investigated this morning, as I did earlier when I got home, she adopted her famous “What a Pillock look” with an added lip-twist that said “The fools going potty!” sipped into the momentarily  verbalisationless conversation, and threw them at me. Of course, she may well be right on both points. There is no doubt I need help of some sort. I asked her if she knew of any cheap ‘Phycromonologists’ I might use. The best part of the whole day that was, as she smiled in response to my silliness and use of the English language. Lovely to be able to bring a smile to anyone under pressure, uptight or worried. It gladdened my metal and plastic heart, it did! Lynne was in good form, eyes twinkling and we managed a little natter. My whole outlook improved.

1Mon16WD 0.0.255c Got back to the flat, and got the nosh served up. I even had to take three wee-wees while eating! Making sure I went and washed my hands, as the meal got colder and colder. Grr!

The blood test is due at 10:00hrs in the morning. I made a note and left it on the computer screen as a reminder for myself.

Put the things in the washing up bowl to soak, and took a normal and zoomed-in shot of the beautiful skyline. By the time I took the second shot, I had needed another LHBLWW.

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WD 0.0.255c When I settle down on the rickety 1968 recliner, the minds machinations began manoeuvring around the various intrigues, ploys, stratagems and doojiggers that had suddenly decided to permeate into the grey-cells. The fears, worries and a frantic feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of cerebrations that had no relative value or interest to me? Most of the thoughts were again, repudious. Gawd knows how long they tormented me. Luckily, I had to remove my stomach bearing torso and double-their-weight fluid containing legs from the £300 second-hand recliner and make a dash for the Emergency Grey Bucket for an LHBLWW. This freed my head of the persistent ponderations. But started me musing over why the sole of the left foot is such agony to walk on, every time I have been sat down for more than a couple minutes, but the pain eases after a short while, then if I’m taking on a long hobble, it returns again.

If I don’t wake up (If I ever get to sleep that is of course) later, at least there will be a hope of some peace for my harrassed and partly uncontrollable cell-cells. Hehe!

Inchcock – Tuesday 29th January 2019: Weevil Mystery! Photographicalistions. A long tiring day for the old-timer! Hehe!

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Willmott Dixon lads at work on the new Winwood Court

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Tuesday 29th January 2019

Norwegian: Tirsdag 29. Januar 2019

23:20hrs: I sort of shot awake, with a worryingly instant demand for the Porcelain Throne! The scrimmage to get out of the second-hand rickety, rusty 1978 recliner, and straight to the wet room went well and without any altercations.

wd 255.0.150 But oh what a mess! Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding again. The cleaning up and medications were painful and uncomfortable. However, on the plus side, the evacuation went well with no haemorrhaging from the rear end.

I cleaned up the blood on the porcelain and floor. I washed the dandies and disinfected the contact points.

2tue03wd 255.0.150 Then had a check of the fluid container pins. Hehe!

What a state! Although I think the fluid storage was less than yesterday, the papsules, mystery scars blotches, and spider veins seemed to have had some disappear and other replacement ones grown in the night, yet again!

I had a good perusal of the wet room floor, and there were no sightings of any of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) dead or alive? Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery!

I tackled the Health Checks next.

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2tue05The BP had been so high on every check this week. I wonder why? Then again, a lot of things confuse me nowadays. Hahaha!

I used the old little camera to take this shot of morning sky – not very good is it?

Indeed not of my better efforts. I might have moved the camera a little, cause I was trying to catch the blue lights of the three emergency vehicles belting down Winchester Street, and the two on Mansfield Road in the same photo. Tsk!

I pressed on with updating the Monday blog and got it posted off to WordPress.During which, the wee-wees I found to have settled into a VSFWWW (Very short-Frequent-Weak-Wee-wees) variety. Hehe!

2tue07Had a break for a mug of tea and to get some breakfast. I reached for the porridge pot with the picker-upper claw, dropped it, then picked it up off of the floor.

wd 255.0.150 Then, when I spotted how dirty parts of the floor looked – Guilt mode was Adopted. I stopped and cleared the stuff off off the corners and edges of the tiles, and got it 2tue08swept and mopped.

Obviously, at this time of the morning (03:50hrs), I did not use the vacuum, but the old bush and pan.

I used the cloth mop to do the corners and gaps, and the round foot-press Spin-mop and bucket for the main area.

I made use of Flash floor 2tue09cleaner and lemon disinfectant used.

I didn’t make any noise and felt a little proud of myself in fact.

The knees and legs were not complaining at all. I did have to stop for three of the VSFWWWs, though.

2tue10aWhen it came to cleaning the mess afterwards, I found that two EIBWBBB weevils were in the water? Still, they were both dead ones.

But, as I washed the bowl used to clean both of the mops up in, I had to have a wee-wee.

2tue10When I got back after the VSFWWW, to empty the bowl that I’d left in the kitchen sink. Blimey, there was a live Weevil in the bowl.

Maybe it is fate, kismet, destiny or providence that I live out my life with these alien Weevils as some company? Has some all-powerful entity decided I can have their camaraderie and adopt them as pets? Haha!

I got to do this post and got up to here, then went to check the kitchen in case I’d left something running, like a tap (faucet), and to review the outcome of my domestic science handiwork. The floor didn’t look too bad, but Guilt about everywhere else made me consider doing some sorting on the counters and cupboards, the fridge as well.

wd 255.0.150 Then Dizzy Dennis gave me such a scare! (All the bending, I suppose I should have known I’d get this!). I all but went over when he came again a few minutes later. I’d gone from Semi-Smug-Mode to Feeling-Sorry-for-Myself Mode in two minutes. Humph! But I thought I’d get the medications pots done up to avoid the stretching, bending and lifting, as a substitute Make-Me-Feel-Better-In-Myself-Mode? Hehehe!

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Back to the computer, and checked the weather forecast, rain-wise to decide if to go out today or not. I had thought yesterday about getting a bus to Derby or Mansfield to get out a bit. No more Dizzy Dennis visits, yet! This is the forecast for today hour by hour:

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I didn’t have the porridge after all. I had a mug of tea and some cheesy-nibbles and watched some clips about motoring accidents.

Sorted the Ablutions. Assembled the recycling bag, glass empties and black bags sorted out. Got dressed warmly and took them with me on the way out.

IT was -4°c outside showing on the electronic notice board near the lifts when I exited the building.

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A water leak on Chestnut Walk didn’t help either. The frosted/iced vehicle screens showed how nippy it was. I felt a tad sorry for the lads doing the excavating work. I plodded on, waving through the window to Generalfeldmarschalless Julie and Riechsführeress Deana as I passed the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Then to the end of the road and down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.

2tue12cSince my childhood, I have always been fascinated by heliotropism (movement of plants towards sunlight).

The stretch of panelling in this picture shows why. The shrubbery has somehow forced its way through the narrow gaps in the planks of wood, attached itself to the grain, and spread out. I continue to be amazed at Mother Nature. At Mankind too, but for other reasons!

2tue12dFurther down, as I walked by the entrance to the Muggers-Delight pathway, I spotted a piece of Nottingham Street Art.

I thought for a moment, (I do this occasionally) with the beautiful orange daisy (or whatever it is called) flowering bravely through the freezing weather to bloom and search-out any sunlight, it shows contrast twixt people and nature. I wondered if the Tate Gallery would be interested? If not, I could take a picture of some bricks for them back at the flats. Hehe!

I got onto Mansfield Road, and there was a while to wait before I could use my bus-pass at 09:30hrs. So I went into some Charity Shops to search for any China mugs they may have on sale. The Nottingham Hospice shop didn’t have any. The Cancer shop had a cup 2tue12ethat looked like porcelain, but it was too heavy to be China. The Sue Ryder shop had a lot of cups and mugs, but no China ones, so my searching over, I went out to the bus stop and caught a Pronto bus to Mansfield.

Not many passengers to start with, but it filled up later, and the bus had to keep stopping with no one at the bus stops. Presumably, to keep to the time-table?

wd 255.0.150 Getting off the bus was a high-level-risk situation. The stampede from those at the back of the bus encouraged me just to wait until they were all off before me. But a woman still managed to tread on my bag and then foot sat sidesaddle waiting patiently for the trampling to end. Tsk!

wd 255.0.150 Being the last one off of the vehicle, I then had to contend with the attack of those boarding! I have to give these folks credit, their shoulder charges, tut-tutting and dirty looks were all first-rate! I escaped the bus depot as soon as I could, it was chaotic in there.

2tue12fI took the underpass through to the B&M and Poundstretcher stores, calling in the B&M first.

I poddled about for ages. First I went in search of any China cups or mugs they may have on sale. None found. However, I ended up with a bag full of purchases all the same. At the cost of only £10.38. A tube of Liquorice Allsorts, two different pots of porridge, Wagon Wheels for the Social Hour nibble box, and two pots of sweet & sour noodles.

3wed05The best thing I bought that made all the effort worthwhile was some Glengettie Welsh tea-bags! Perhaps the most potent tea I have ever tasted, just great! I’d not seen any on sale anywhere for years now. They only had three box’s left on show, so I grabbed them all!

wd 255.0.150 I paid the lady, who I felt sorry for, as she had apparently lost her voice. At least she didn’t respond to my Good morning, Are you keeping well, or Thank you, comments. Tsk!

The rain was drizzling as I left, but it didn’t bother me as I only had to walk a few yards under cover to the Poundstretcher shop next door.

Where I spent a little more money, on Nibbles for the Social box, some biscuits for raffle prizes, and some flying saucer sherberts for myself. I found they had some bottles of French’s Authentic American Mississippi Sweet and Smokey BBQ sauce at… wait for it… 19p a bottle! Its usually costs £2! I couldn’t find a sell-by date on any, so I assume it must have been out-of-date. ‘Brewed & bottled in Missouri, USA’ it said on the label. I bought two bottles. I got the whole shop for only £9.87! I paid the lady, who apparently is suffering the same problems as the lady in the B&M store with her voice. Haha!

I can’t blame the staff at all. With so many shops closing all around them, even the pub across the way had closed down, it must be thoroughly depressing for them, and their spirits at rock-bottom.

2tue12gOut into the sad roadway outside that had now barred any parking, that must have cheered up the few shop owners who are left!

But that did not stop a traffic Warden plodding up the road. The lady using her mobile phone nearly walked into the traffic officer, half acknowledge him without stopping using her texter. And then, almost walked into the scaffolding piles! Oh, how I wish I hadn’t put the camera back in my pocket! Hahaha!

2tue14I had a poddle around the sadly near-deserted streets.

Mansfield made Nottingham look like a Fun Palace. Depressive, I’m afraid.

Many years ago, when I worked near Mansfield for the Co-op, when the pits were still open, the folks were all a friendly and happy lot.

Even a year or so ago, I called into the Beales Store in the photo of happier times below. They occupied both sides of the parade.

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Now, sadly I find they are closing down for good. This is such sad news for the retailers still open. Heartbreaking, I feel so much for the owners and the staff.

I took the midday meds from the pot in the bag and popped them.

wd 255.0.150 I made my way gloomily to the bus station and joined the scrum to get on the Nottingham bus. I was struggling to get into the seat with my two bags of shopping, another woman trod on one of the bags. Tsk! I was glad to be going home, I can tell yers! Humph!

2tue15A little light drizzle on the way back to Sherwood. But the driver was on my side and went like a bat out of hell for me.

I had to hold back a wee-wee of course. Not easy or painless, but somehow I held out until I got back to the flat! Phew!

Dropped off in Sherwood and waited for a 40 bus to take me up the hill a few stops. A tenant from Winchester Court was sat in the shelter, and we had a chinwag and laugh, bless her.

wd 255.0.150 The short uphill walk from the bus stop on Winchester Street proved a problem. The damned ankle kept giving way en route.

2tue15aThe workers seem to be taking away an awful lot of soil from the front of Winchester and Winwood Courts.

I hope they do not topple over and down the hill! Hahaha!

The drizzle had stopped altogether now.

2tue15bI made my way back to the flats, and up to mine and took a painful wee-wee. Ahh!

Well, Argh and Ahh! Hehehe!

I unloaded the bags of purchases and put the nibble in the spare room box.

2tue15cDid the Health Checks and took the medications.

I laid out the buys and took a photo of them.

I thought the Wheels would come in handy as raffle prizes, cause I haven’t seen them before so might be appealing?

The canned beans were a fair price and in 2tue15dsmaller cans to suit me. The sweet & Sour noodles were very cheap, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t like them.

USed the step ladders to get the brekkie corner filled with the pots bought added and rotated date-wise. All full now!

wd 255.0.150 But, the thing I went for, the milk, I’d forgot to get! Twerp, Eizel, Nudnik, Putz, Schlemiel, Schnook and Yold! But you must know that already? Humph!

I got the pie in the oven heating and added some Texas sausages later, so they were both ready at the same time.

Got it served up and had the last of the milk roll bread with it. Just about to get settled to eat it, and the door chime rang-out to its tone of! “You’ve started something oh can’t you… I only wanna be with you” (Dusty Springfield). It was Stabsfeldwebeless Warden Deana and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie. They had come to do a battery check with control with the Alert Wristlet alarm. They’d seen me hobbling home earlier, so knew I’d be in. The smell from my Cumberland Pie and sausage cooking got them going, they liked it! Hehehe! Check all done, I told them about the Glengettie tea bags bargain, had a short chinwag and off they went.

2tue15eI used a drop of the BBQ Sauce I’d bought on it. I must remember not to use too much in future, its very hot, but I think I can cope with just using a little. Hehe!

An 8.5/10 flavour rating for this one.WAshed the pots up.

Watching the TV, Dizzy Dennis paid me another visit. Tsk!

Can’t remember much after that, so I assume I dropped off at a ridiculously early time. Which is probably why I woke at 23:30 hours, wide awake?

Ah-well, as the Italians say, ‘Quel Che sarà sarà’ I think?

Inchcock – Sat 26th Jan 2019: Another Hectic, busy, Wee-weeing day. Tsk!

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Saturday 26th January 2019

Croatian: Subota, 26. siječnja 2019

23:35hrs: I woke with memories of a dream reasonably clear and lucid in my mind. I grabbed the notepad and scribbled down some prompters to use later. (Later, I made up today’s Inchcock’s Thoughts graphic using these notes. Not word for word, obviously, but the train of the Grim Reapers words were similar to how he spoke to me in the dream!) I thought the Reaper looked a lot like Jeremy Corbyn.

wd 0.0.30 An instant need for a wee-wee arrived. With great difficulty in holding back the imminent flow and getting free of the £300 second-hand recliner at the same time, I got myself upright and made for the grey emergency tub in the corner – Calamity! It was not there! I’d forgotten I moved it yesterday when the workers arrived. Oy Vey! So, having gone all through my dream-filled sleep without taking a wee-wee, you can see how desperate things were now! Oy gevalt! Panic set in, but I had a sense-of-mind to make for the WC and not waste valuable time searching rooms for the grey bin.

Alas, I was too late all the same! I now have clothes soaking in disinfectant and soap powder in the green bucket. Humiliation and Shame Mode adopted!

All washed, and in another pair of jammy-bottoms and embarrassingly, a new pair of protection pants, I went to get the Health Checks done. I got out the sphygmomanometer and accoutrements required, but could not find the Enoxaparin hypo that had been moved in the workings yesterday! I sensed things might not go so well today, and adopted a ‘Sorry-for-myself-Mode! Hehe!

wd 0.0.30 Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation and some bleeding from the front and rear this morning. Somehow, I just wasn’t surprised in the least! Rewashed the dandies. Then back to the kitchen and searched for the missing loaded needle. No luck yet. But I did find the grey bin. Humph! Did the Health Checks.

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6sat02The Sys was a bit lower than it was yesterday but higher than it should be methinks. Again, not surprising me. Tsk!

wd 0.0.30 I took the medications and needed another wee-wee. This was of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.

Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.

The flipping left ankle gave way again on the hobble to the computer. I felt as if the ankle was going to collapse into the foot, but it didn’t, of course. Hello, the sneezing has started again! Humph! Fed-up? Me?

6sat08wd 0.0.30 I went to check the legs over, they felt like they are filling up again. But this photo doesn’t look like they have done so from yesterday? There are once more some new bruises and blood papsules, though?

These Possible Furosemides side effects are so many, I wonder if there are any psychotomimetic ones? Hehe! 

I went into the kitchen and took these photographicalisations. The precipitation was light, is was evident that it had been falling all night, but it helped the downward picture to have a certain quality about it.

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Another SSPWW and I got on with updating the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress. 

6sat11One more SSPWW, (Got splashbacks with this one, Oh, dear!) and I made a start on this blog, getting up to here with it.

Then the thoughts of breakfast came into my mind. Porridge, methinks. I cunningly used the stick-picker-upper with the more full grip and more extended arm to get the pot down.

I got a grand scrubbing up session done at 6sat120805hrs. I even did a bit of singing in there!

As I grubbled about making sure everything was how it should be before leaving, I noticed the sky had a tinge of red in it. The moon was reluctant to go down. Quite pretty it was.

But, we all know the farmers and shepherds saying: “Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning! So I made sure the umbrella was in the bag.

Did the midday Health Checks and medications in case I get back late from town. Took two black bags to the waste chute and set off out into the rather cold and nippy morning.

I met Mary and Shirley in the lobby, and we greeted each other.

6sat13As I got to the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned to take this shot of Winwood Heights, with Winchester Court being the closest one. It still has the sign indicating that it is called ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe!

Mary was coming along behind me. When I got to the bus stop Winchester Street she joined me. Mary was on her way down to catch a bus on Mansfield Road. I explained that she could get on the 40 one, as I was doing and use her bus pass, cause we can use it anytime on Saturdays and Sundays. We had a little natter, the gal is not happy with her new flat up on the 15th floor, and sounded a tad depressed. She carried on walking down the hill as I got on the bus.

I got off of the bus near the Pound Shop and called in to see if they had any of the Pork Farms Pork Pies on sale. Nope, they didn’t. But I came out with a few things in the bag. Dettol Citrus air spray, a few nibbles for the Social box, Smoked bacon and some beef end-bits. Paid on the self-serve till without any hassle.

Across the road and into Boots store, and up to the pharmacy. I got a Sterimar Hyptn CR spray, £2 off today, got it for £5.99.

6sat20Then made my way to the Victoria Centre Market Stalls. Which was another sad sight! Aisles mostly bare of customers, empty stall, and those poor few beggars still in them looking so sorry for themselves. I have great empathy, and so sorry for them.

I visited Abdul, and his clothes stall. I got two pairs of trousers from him. I had a choice of grey, grey or grey. So, I got the grey ones. Haha!

Had a little laugh with him, paid him and made my way out to the shopping centre (Mall), and hobbled to the City Centre.

During my wanders, I kept taking pictures of closed down retailers. So sad and worrying!I’ll show them all together here, so you can see just one reason for the depression of Nottinghamians.

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I wandered down to the Slab Square down King Street. Where I took three photographs left to right of the Slab Square.

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6sat26Not many Nottinghamians about! Although I did see two relaxing in a shop doorway later, and providing some Nottinghamian Street Art for me to snap. Poor things!

The drizzle began to pour a little as I cut through and down Exchange Walk to the M&S food hall.

The regular Big Issue seller was outside the store doors, I slipped him a couple of quid on my way in. Once in the shop, I had to resist buying too much-unwanted stuff, it all looked so delicious! I ended up at the self-serve tills with: A ready-made Lamb One Pot meal £4.50, A Rustic Granary Farmhouse sliced loaf on offer, £1.59 down to £1, Two Sourdough Rolls £1.20 and some Frites £2.30. This time, I did have problems putting the stuff through and had to ask for help, twice! Klutz! I could identify which rolls I had on the lookup lists. Even the lady had a job to find them, so I didn’t feel so bad. Thanked her and off she trotted to help someone else. When it came to swiping the Rustic bread, the machine would not have it at all. Back came the assistant, and she ended up having to use her key and inputting the code manually for me.

6sat26aWhen I got out of the store, the rain was more persistent.

I took many pictures of closed down businesses and signs in this area as I made my way back to the bus stop on Queen Street. At the top at the junction with Upper Parliament Street, this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist caught my eye as nearly fell off of his bike. Which cheered me up a little. During this little hobble about, there so many Pavement Cyclists all over the place, it would have been too much hassle to try 6sat27and photo them all, and get the camera wet into the bargain. But for this last one I saw, I risked it.

Nearby, I took this picture through the windows of a new cafe. Called Josephine’s Tea Room, 49 Upper Parliament St, Nottingham NG1 2AB.

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5fri33I perused the menu on show in the window: Nutella on Toast £5.50, Scrambled Egg on Toast £6.00. Egg Benedict £9.00 add spinach for 50p. Porridge Oats £4.50 add sultanas or honey for £1. Pancake Porker Stack 5 pancakes with Dukes Hill ham and dripping with Maple syrup £8.50. Toast and Butter £1.50, this dish is suitable for vegetarians, two slices of bloomer with butter. White, unless you want brown add jam, marmalade, marmite or honey for £1, Nutella for £1.50. Open sandwiches from £8.75. Sides & Extras £1.00, Roddas Clotted Cream £1.00. Portion of Jam £0.50, Slice of white bread or brown bread £0.50, Ice cream a scoop £1.50. Other sauces £0.50.

I have to admit, I was impressed with the clientele inside, and there were a  good few too. Upper Echelon Nottinghamians, obviously at these prices. Although when I peered into the window, a bit like Dickens ‘Oliver Twist’, I’d say half of the customers were students, the other half represented the few Conservative Voters left in Nottingham, you know: Noses up, little finger out when they drank and sneaking sugar sachets into their pockets and handbags. Just my kind of people. Hehehe!

6sat28I caught a 40 bus back to the flats. Tony from the apartments got on en route, and we had a gossiping session.

As the bus got on to the St Anns Well Road, Huntingdon Street traffic lights, I snapped a shot of the horrendous building in the background. Google tells me ICO Development Company are located in it? It’s a massive place, but so ugly to me. A little further along, there are these flats or apartments. Called Liberty Living. Another monstrosity to yours truly. This reminded me of Liberty-Global who bought Virgin Media and destroyed the connection at the same time!

6sat29wd 0.0.30 I’d just put the camera back, and missed the van skidding at the traffic island in this photo on the right. Tsk!

We got off the bus back on Sherwood Rise and walked down to Chestnut Walk. We were moving as fast as we could, and the drizzle had turned to rain now. As we got to the foyer entrance, it stopped altogether.

Said our cheerios in the lift when Tony got out on the ninth floor, up to my flat and I took an SSPWW. Did the health checks and then one more SSPWW! Got the fodder away.

Made a brew and got the computer on to update this blog, after yet another SSPWW!

6sat30Prepared the nosh, no cooking involved. So it was easy.

It looked and tasted good, but for some reason, I ate very little of it? (Perhaps I’m pining for the missing Weevils? Hahaha!)

Washed the things up, had a wee-wee and got down in the recliner to watch a ‘Clarence DVD’.

Zzz!

Inchcock – Thurs 24 Jan 2019: Busy, busy day.

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Thursday 24th January 2019

Thursday 24th January 2019

00:30hrs: After a most disturbed night trying to stay asleep (I’m sure I was awake more than resting all the time, Tsk!), I woke feeling drained and with the mind racing away over worries, concerns, etc. Within a minute or so, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I struggled out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room. Where I remained for about ten-minutes, sat on the Throne.

WD 0.31.0 Waiting not for the big evacuation to end, but the side-show of the wee-weeing to finish! A new LSPDOWWWSOPs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee-with-spurts-of-power) Mode this morning. I’d taken three of these over the next half an hour. Tsk! Cleaned-up, and returned to the recliner.

WD 0.31.0 Where I found multiple signs of nocturnal nibbling. Guilt-Mode Adopted! No wonder I felt so tired, I must have been nipping to the kitchen cupboard and or fridge all night long!

The mind pretended to function, and I pondered over the needs of the day. Morrison food arriving twixt 06:00>07:00hrs, the nibbles and prizes need sorting for the Social Hour, this diary must get done before 05:00hrs, so I can get the ablutions done before the fodder delivery comes, the Laundry has to be fitted in somehow as well. Oh, and I have to get some filled Enoxaparin Syringes from the Chemist soon.

The mind gave up on me, and all I could think of was getting the Wednesday post done and posted.

Did the Health Checks and the medications were taken.

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4thu001aSYS and DIA down nicely. Overall a good set of results methinks.

Had a Wee-wee, and got on with updating the blog.

WD 0.31.0 I had to go again a few minutes later, and this time I could not make it to the wet room in time. I had to use the stand-by emergency bin. The wee-wee took so long, I nearly fell back to sleep, stood-up! The sudden spurts in power were a little more abrupt, too. I was amazed at how filled the bin was. I’m so glad I didn’t take any Furosemide earlier!

Cleaned up again, and started the blog once more. Got it finished and posted off. Went on the WordPress Reader section, then, after another marathon wee-wee, I made a start on this blog.

Added some pictures to the Facebook Albums.

Ablutions tackled next. No shower, cause of the early hour. So a stand-up jobbie, like in my young deformative years (Hehe!), but with hot water and not having to heat water up on the stove… and the pleasure of not using a cut-throat razor but Bic disposables. Ah, and no ice forming on windows. And, having electricity supplied. I don’t really miss the old days that much! Hehehe! I left facecloths soaking in washing powder and disinfectant in the sink.

4thu01Had a look at the fluid containers (legs) to see if any new welts, boils, scars or bruises had arrived overnight.

All I could see that had altered was the blue mark on the shin had somehow wholly disappeared? Only to be replaced with a dark blue welt above the left ankle. Oh, and the fluid content difference between the pins!

4thu02Every day something different! Wasn’t that a catchphrase in an old advert on TV?

I departed the wet room, only to realise I had left my alarm wristlet and watch inside, so I returned to collect them.

WD 0.31.0 And found just one very dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) with its legs seemingly shrunken? He or she was on the sink edge. If anyone can explain to me how, this dead weevil had appeared on the sink, five minutes or so 4thu03aafter I had just put the clothes in to soak and it wasn’t there then… I would appreciate it. Baffled-Mode-Engaged!

The Morrison delivery arrived at 0700hrs. It looked like I’d gone over the top a bit again? Haha!

Readied the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies. Left the cream cakes and wine in the fridge. Hopefully, I won’t forget to pick them up when I get out.

09:00hrs. Got the things checked and gathered and off to the jolly old Social Hour.

4thu05The fire door at the outer corridor end was wedged open, a door matt at flat 70 was in use, both of which I thought had been banned since Grenfell fire.

A mini obstacle course was manoeuvered around. Dropped some back bags down the waste chute, then down in the lift.

4thu05aDropped the bag of recyclables at the caretaker’s door. I didn’t disturb him, because he was on his mobile phone.

I took a snap of Winwood and Winchester Court.

The hobble along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses 4thu06Wardens Temporary HQ. Handily placed WC. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

Before entering the shed, I snapped this shot of Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Court.

Not many folks at the Social this morning. But all seemed to enjoy themselves, and a few natters and laughs were enjoyed. I tried to wangle a gossip with Jenny, Nora, Doreen, Cyndy, Gaynor, John, Frank, and others.

4thu06aI decided while in there, to get the laundry done. On the walk back, I saw how close the thirty-foot drop was to the new walkway we have to use until the turning circle for the buses is completed.

Hopefully, none of our alcoholic dipsomaniac residents will use it and topple over in doing so. Hahaha! 

4thu07Access to the Woodthorpe Court entrance looked a bit dodgy as I limped in the drizzle along Chestnut Walk.

It must be terrible to getting access for the delivery drivers.

When I got in the foyer, I checked to see if any machines were free, and both were. So I hastened up to the flat and brought down the 4thu08washing and got the short cycle going.

As I went back up, Nora got out of the lift with her washing too. We had a short natter as best as two auditorily challenged people could. The wee-wees had reverted to the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) style.

Up and started to update this blog until it was time to go down and move the togs to the dryer. It was lovely to see, Mo, Gaynor and Big John sat there in the lobby. I got the clobber into the dryer. Much mirth, merriment, chinwagging, reminiscing and laughter flowed between us. Nora came down to move her washing to the dryer. I checked, and my stuff was almost dry enough. We had another laugh and natter between all five of us, as I removed and packed up my washing and cleaned the filter and helped Nora get her things into the dryer. Nora also helped me, when I dropped some socks on the floor, bless her.

4thu09I departed the company I was enjoying and back up to the apartment. Noticing a new poster on the lift foyer wall.

Had an SSWW. Got the oven warming for the meal.

The door chime rang out. It was the workmen who are calling tomorrow to do the pipework fitting and prepping for the Sprinkler System.

4thu25They told me they would move the heavy stuff for me. I thanked them both. And updated this blog to here, and got the nosh cooking proper.

Now the weariness came in floods. I could have worded that better!

I managed to view a complete episode of the ‘A-Team’ before nodding off!

Zzzz!

Inchcock – Tue 22 Jan 2019: Someone forgot about their Clinic Appointment today. I wonder who? Klutz! Interesting chinwag day though!

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Tuesday 22nd January 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 22 Ionawr 2019

01:25hrs. I stirred in need of a wee-wee. Not urgently though, for once. I escaped the warm, comforting clutches of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and without much hassle, I ambled into the wet room and discovered the wee-wee classification had now returned to the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) mode. The mind had not fully engaged yet.

WD0.51.102 As I was shutting the door as I left the wet room, I had to reenter swiftly, with the Porcelain Throne duties demanding attention! Sat there, the brain kicked into2tue05 action. I remembered I now had hot water again, and a light in the kitchen. Thanks to the kind intervention of Obersturmführeress Housing Patch Manager and East Midland Come Dancing Champion, Angela (26). ♥

As I left the room again, I spotted just one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) alive and kicking on the shower drain cover. As I approached with menace to get him or her, it shot down the drain.

It didn’t bother like it usually would, as I was in mixed but generally high spirits. Due to the much-appreciated help, I had was given in solving the water and light issues. The mind wandered again: The late appointment given me for today’s blood test appointment took the edge off of things a little though. I have to get bread, tomatoes, cheese, and some bleach somehow today. The Clinic I can get to anytime after 1400hrs. The dentist demand to be paid what I’d already paid rangled. My minds abstemiousness was being tested with these fears, worries, and challenges milling about in the brain.

WD0.51.102 Luckily, I was shaken out of this tempestuous mental turmoil, when I stubbed my toe on entering the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. Tsk!

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2tue04The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. But it produced some results that fretted me a bit!

The SYS and DIA were both higher. And as for the pulse… that was 103! Mmm?

Still, I found it pleasant to do the checks with the rooms light one. I got the medications taken.

WD0.51.102 I had to grab the grey tub quickly for another SSPWW. I’m sure it fizzled and bubbled as it hit the bucket. Now, this did frighten me at first. Then I realised I might have left some drops of antiseptic disinfectant and bleach at the bottom when I cleaned the tub. Phew! I saw the funny side of this, and may have laughed out loud! Hehehe!

I got on with the updating and finalisationing of the Monday Diary. Which took me far longer than I thought it would.

Made a start on this blog. Many errors were needing repeated correcting. Humph!

Got the kettle on to make a brew. A lot easier now I can see things in the kitchen. Haha!

I got the bag ready for the surgery and clinic with the nibbles collected and bagged. Then added some things to the Morrison order for Thursday (Porridge, cheese, and bleach)

2tue08Then went to make a pot of porridge for brekkers.

Oh, I am a milksop! Change my mind and had cornflakes instead.

I waited until 08:00hrs, then I could use the shower without disturbing anyone, and had a jolly-good, long enjoyable ablutionisationing session.

The legs remain abnormal. Haha! The difference in shape and fluid content remains a further oddity. The spider-veins, papsules, pimples, spots, bruises, pot-marks, 2tue07and unaccountable mystery scars seem to have changed, appeared or disappeared of their own accord, again!

WD0.51.102 Looking at this picture of the pins, reminded me of what a good idea of mine it was in response to advice given me by the Age UK advisor, to pay a professional decorator to paint the flat when I moved in. Humph! (See door frame bottom!)

2tue09WD0.51.102 When I got out of the shower, I found two EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) apparently swimming in the sink that contained the soaking in antiseptic disinfectant, facecloths? I had hoped that allowed entry by Willmott Dixon when they installed the new windows, weevils, had emigrated or hibernated for the winter, but no! Humph! Perhaps, with me having hot water for a few days, they thought they’d take advantage and have a bath? Hahaha!

2tue10I had a wee-wee, then gathered all the needs of the day into the bag and had a small mug of tea.

Which, is when I spotted the fantastic skyline outside. As the sun broke through from behind the flats, it clashed with the gloomy dark mist to produce this view. I can’t think of the word I need to describe it, surreal perhaps? No?

I took the four black bags of waste to the rubbish chute and got the sizeable white recycling bag fastened, and took it down with me on the way out.

WD0.51.102 Got to the lift door, then returned to the apartment to collect the hearing aids and swapped the reading for the right glasses. What a Nebech!

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and greeted Brigadeführeress Warden Julie. We spoke of recent events. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.

Said our farewells of a sort, and I departed. A few residents in the distance were on their way to the bus stop.

WD0.51.102 As I meandered down Winchester Street Hill, the mind began to adopt its Negaholism-Mode. So strong were these depressive thoughts, I had got to the bottom of the hill and onto Mansfield Road, almost without realising it. Shame!

2tue10aI crossed over the road, spotting this sad sign of Nottingham’s future, and took a picture of it. Another closed-down Nottinghamian business up for lease! The bleak, wet roads, lack of shoppers and the sun beginning to shine, but it brought no hope with it… Sorry about that, got carried away. There must have been some traces of the minds moment of negaholism left-over. Hehe!

I hobbled up to the Post Office shop and got some sliced Polish bread, and two for a pound Scottish Highland Shorties. Paid the chap and out. Crossed back over the road, and down to the Continental store to see if they had any of the lemon croissants or chicken bacon in stock. They had neither, so back out to continue my slog to the surgery.

WD0.51.102 As I left t2tue11he store, this ‘Herbert’ of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he came across the pedestrian crossing at speed and rode up the pavement.

By the time I got the camera ready, he was swinging his legs off of the bike, before he went into a door on the right between the shops. I recall thinking: “Wouldn’t be nice if he lost his balance at this point while there was nobody 2tue12cnear for his to fall on, and hit the lampost in front of him!” It was just another failed hope, like.

I legged it in the nippy weather up the hill, over and down into Carrington and worked out I had plenty of time before the late appointment blood test, to carry on to the Lidle store and shop.

2tue11aWD0.51.102 As I neared the Lidl, another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came close to clouting me. I called out at this one, but apparently, it made no difference as the antisocial-scumbag, inconsiderate, selfish, arrogant, uncaring, blasé, callous, bullying, intimidating, git of a podle just carried on weaving between pedestrians at speed.

Into the shop, and I got a little carried away with the shopping. I arrived at the Self-Serve checkout with Lemon Swiss Roll (Treat for Nurse Nichole), Cooked Meat trimmings, Maple Cured Bacon, tomatoes, lemon cheesecake pots, Turkey weiners and Porridge pots. I got the things through without any hassle or need for the overseers to assist me, scowl at me or get annoyed! She still gave me a first-class scowl of contemptibility though! The bags were now heavier, and I blamed the doctor’s receptionist whoever it was, that gave me such a late appointment. Huh!

2tue12aWD0.51.102 As I left the store to walk back up to the surgery – another damned Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but ran into me. I had to do the moving out of the way, she didn’t even attempt to change direction to avoid me at all. Until she came to a stop and locked her electric bike up near a shop! And walked into the store with a blank sort of vacant expression on her face. A good job she missed the most attractive and desirable looking mobile-using pedestrian lady!

Thinking about, the bike looked brand new, perhaps she had not got used to riding yet? Like with the mobility scooters, electric bikes: there are no laws to have any training, insurance, registration or testing before the riders set about scaring the hell out of the elderly, disabled, hard of hearing, sight challenged or disabled with sticks pedestrians.

Perhaps, The Rt Hon Matt Hancock MP, Secretary of State for Health and Social Care who graduated from Oxford University with a 1st in Philosophy, Politics and Economics, having studied at Exeter College, Oxford. He went on to earn an MPhil in Economics at the University of Cambridge, where he studied at Christ’s College, Cambridge, may like to make a note of this?

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Or he may be too busy to bother?  He has a lot on his plate at the moment: 

  • His love of horse-racing takes up a lot of his time. A fiddle-filled wanting something for nothing addicted sport, that should have prepared him perfectly for Politics!
  • His determination to hold a second Brexit Referendum.
  • Once, he chartered a private jet on the way back from a climate change summit as energy minister, as well as accepting money from climate change sceptics.
  • He’s mentioned the ‘NHS’ or ‘National Health Service’ in the Commons on average once a year during his time in Parliament.
  • His saying that the Government was planning a further £1bn worth of cuts to the health service next year!
  • He’s been accused of breaking the ministerial code after appearing to endorse his own smartphone app.
  • When Business Minister, he was made to repay £1,674 after being found to have misused House of Commons facilities.
  • He also retweeted a poem that suggested the Labour Party was full of ‘queers’, which he claimed was a “total accident”.
  • But lets give him credit, he is not yet as repugnant as the supercilious, overbearing, pompous, condescending, gut-wrenchingly nauseating Rt Hon Jeremy Richard Streynsham Hunt who he replaced as Health Minister, and has remarkably been made Foreign Secretary instead of being put out of Government, only because of the things he knows about other MPs and Ministers! Gott strewth, poor Theresa May is trying to Govern the country and sort out Brexit with morons like these, supposedly at her side. Poor gal!

Just a few thoughts, you know! Whenever our well-practised gormandizing, quomodocunquizing clusterfists and rapacious varlets known fondly to us proletariats as Right Honourable expense fiddling MP’s come to mind.

2tue12bI got to the surgery and logged in. The lady receptionist said in response to my bemoaning the late appointment time and telling her of the problems this causes me: “That was “?” who made your appointment, I thought at the time how late it was for you!” Ah-well! Got the crossword book out, but my befuddled brain was not really up to getting many answers solved.

Nurse Nichole arrived to fetch me into her treatment room. I could tell at first sight of her pretty smiling face, she was in a much more relaxed mood today. We had a hilariously entertaining (to me, anyway!) nattering session, aided by the bleeding really reluctant to stop after the blood taking. Much chinwagging and laughter ensued. It was almost like a happy ten-minute unbeatable holiday for m2tue12de! Gave her some nibbles, and thanked her. She told me to take off the wadding on the wound later than usual. Her word is my command (I left doing this until the morning, but mainly because I fell asleep so unbelievably early). Dropped off some nibbles for the reception team an off out.

I caught a bus back into Sherwood. Walked up the road and into the Wilko store. Plenty of time before the L9 bus back up the hill was due, So had a walk around nosing.

1mon32I bought a pot of fragrance boost and a new China type mug. It was £2, but I thought worth it because I had found how good the tea tastes from the similar little mug I got for 50p from the charity shop months ago.

I paid the lady and had a look around the next two charity shops, not buying anything.

Then to the Co-op and bought some Cox’s apples.

To the bus stop, where I met Mo and Frank, and we had a really good natter and laugh waiting for the bus. Back at the flats, we alighted, and Frank shot off at an impressive rate of knots. The wee-wee needs, Mo and I thought, Hehe!

More gossiping as Mo and I limped to the flats. Mo had a sit down when we got in to catch her breath, I stayed with her a while, more blathering enjoyed.

2tue12eUp and into the flat. Had an SSPWW, did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder away and made up some Polish bread sandwiches and some tomatoes, gherkins apple slices and mushroom added.

Made a brew in the new China-type mug, it tasted delicious! So pleased I have another one now, just in case I break the old one. Hehehe!

I enjoyed the salad. That Polish bread is so palatble, and with the extra salt in it, I didn’t need to use any on the tomatoes.

WD0.51.102 While eating and enjoying this nosh… I remembered that I had not visited the clinic! The emotions of nemesism, self-loathing, embarrasment, penitentiary thoughts, self-condemnation and disgrace came over me. I put the plate and tray on the side of the Ottoman, and stewed in my own disgust!

Evntually I turned on the TV, and drifted off to sleep before the TV had come on!

4Thu001aI woke with one heck of a start an hour or so later!

I had a wander around to see if I could identify the cause of me rude awakening but without any luck.

For some reason, I noticed that the temperature on the Nottingham City Homes gadget were both out of the green zones. But I still haven’t worked out if this is good or bad. My being uncultured, untaught, unschooled, untutored, untrained, unread, unscholarly, uninformed, uneducated, uncouth, unsophisticated, and an unaccomplished, unconfident philistine might be the reason. Nowadays, with the memory, concentration and eyesight going, there is little chance of any improvement? Hehe!

I got myself back into the £300 second-hand rusty, rickety recliner, and was off back into the land-of-Nod in seconds. Zzz!

Inchcock – Fri 18 Jan 2019: My downward spiral, physically and mentally fallibility, pettifogging and shucking seem to be relenting. So, thankfully they are not aeviternal. Oh, Joy!

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Friday 18th January 2019

Danish: Fredag den 18. Januar 2019

23:25hrs. I woke, after falling asleep about five-hours earlier. I knew I’d been dreaming and that they were not pleasant ones, but could not remember any details and I had not made any notes on the pad on the Ottoman this time.

No mind wandering this morning, just a determination (Well, a weak one I admit, Hehe) to make a start on sorting out the spare room later. The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Escaping the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner was done with almost ease. Apart from the left thighs mystery bruise pain when I moved, no Duodenal Donald or Dizzy Dennis hassle at all!

5fri003aAvoiding any toe stubbing, I made my way to the wet room with haste, arriving in time to avert any repeats of yesterdays messy embarrassment.

Sadly, I found a dead spider on the floor. I fetched the Sony to photograph it. Is this an indication of a Weevil-Counter attack and their murdering of this innocent creature? Or, is it that the spider was out to eat them, and walked over the sprayed Weevil killer? I said a few words over the body and gave him or her a burial in the toilet bowl. R.I.P.

WD 0.0.255c The evacuation went well, only a tiny bit of bleeding. I washed and was returning to the computer when I realised I had left the camera in the wet room. On reentering the room, the pungency of the stifling malodour, made me want to throw-up! Cor blimey, did that bit of salad on last nights nosh cause this noisomeness?

To the computer and got yesterdays post updated and sent off to WordPress. The concentration seemed a little better now. I have to say, I thought my recent ailments had gained the upper hand, and I had begun a downward spiral physically and mentally! Although I felt that this months mind-fallibility, misbehaving, pettifogging and shucking were going to be aeviternal.

Made a brew, and got the Health Checks done.

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5fri001All sections seem to be on the rise again a smidge. Due to the reduction in the Furesomide as I wean myself off of them, I expect. 

I took this photo from the kitchen window and went on CorelDraw to use it as a background as I made up the Thoughts for today graphic.

5fri002I’d received an Email from Morrisons about yesterdays order.

They kept to their word and kindly knocked off a fiver from the cast, for the delivery being so late.

I got a pot if the Morrisons pot porridge.

WD 0.0.255c The light in the kitchen was flashing all the time. I tried turning it on and off a few times, but no luck. I bet the poor souls in their beds opposite the complex will get annoyed by this non-stop on-off flashing of the light, while it is dark anyway.

Pouring the boiled water into the pot was dodgy in the coruscating phosphorence. I poted some water onto my finger, Humph! So I walked into the lit room and filled the tub in there.

WD 0.0.255c The real shame is that the lights have brought on the dizzies now! Oy Vey!

However, I did take eight shots from the same place near the kitchen door. And got a light-flashing and light-off pictures in order first time. Smug Mode Adopted

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 I went onto the WordPress Reader.

Then I got the ablutions done. Made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute. I took a big bag of recyclable waste and took it down with me as I made way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumour-mongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where I asked Ballerina and Leutnant Untersturmführeress Warden Julie if she would be kind enough to ring the maintenance to inform them of my kitchen lighting problem. Which she kindly did. The bloke told her that all lighting was now the responsibility of the tenants.

2019 18 janI struggle but either manage with the step ladder to change the ordinary bulbs when I get someone to hold the steps for me; or ask a younger tenant for help usually. But this light fitting is a neon one. I don’t know how it fits on anyway. After Julie explained about me being at risk tenant, the man said he would have to make an appointment then. So he did when prompted by Julie. Monday next twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs. I thought fair enough, it is Friday already, so I’ll have to do anything needed in the kitchen in daylight for three days. I’m sure I’ll cope. Hehehe! I thanked Gruppenführeress Julie and set out on my mini-hobble into Sherwood to get some Polish bread and freshener granules.

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5fri11I met Welsh William as I got out of the hut, he was on his way to Sherwood too, but much to fast for me to keep up with him. We exchanged a few words.

Towards the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned back to take this picture. Still showing Winchester Court on the new signage as being WI__ HESTER COUR_, Hehe!

5fri12I had a leisurely, laggardly amble down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.

It was pleasant to take this route without having to rush, as I usually do when walking to the Doctors, Nurse or the Clinic.

I thought the traffic looked light. Then realised it was later than I would typically have been hobbling down the hill. 

5fri013 I crossed over the road and slowly made my way to the Middle Eastern food store with the Post Office in it, to buy some Highland Shorties and sliced Polish Bread.

WD 0.0.255c Alackaday! There was no Polish Sourdough bread available today! Ah-well! The chap said when I asked him, that some should be in stock by tomorrow, he hoped. So did I. I also wish I’ll be feeling as good as did at the time, in the morning so I can leg it down to get some. At least I got some Scottish biscuits. I paid the gentleman and departed crossing over the road at the Pelican Lights.

5fri014I called into the Wilko store and bought some washing fragrance and a bottle of lemon scented bleach. Paid the lady, and continued up the hill.

I stopped to look in the shop windows on my way. I spotted that the Card Shop had some thick, sturdy Notebooks on sale at half-price! I investigated and found them to be most suitable. I think that Lynne mentioned she needed something, so she didn’t have to keep using loose paper. So I got a few of the notebooks. At that price, it would be criminal not to treat her! Haha! Buying them proved to be along job, though. I picked up the books and went into the checkout. I got the right money out ready, and by the time someone came to serve me, I had a long line of customers behind me. Still, I was in no rush, and it looked like the gal helping was on her own. Poor thing!

5fri015When I was crossing the end of Trevose Gardens, I found out that the Winwood Heights Winchester Court flats could be seen from where I was.

So I limped down to get a decent picture.

I pressed on and walked up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park.

5fri016 At first, there were very few about.

By the time I’d gone up the hill a few hundred yards, people and dogs seemed to appear from nowhere. And many of the dogs made a beeline for my bag to have a sniff and a nosey inside.

I never did work out what it was they smelt that attracted so many to me and my carrier? But I did enjoy fussing and chatting to a few of them. Included in the ‘bag-visiting’ dogs, where a group of three German Shepherds, a Chihuahua, Cairn Terrier a Scottie, two separate Labradors and a Lurcher type dog! I was enjoying myself! Most of the owners spoke to me, many showing surprises at their animal showing interest in me. Great fifteen-minutes walk!

5fri017WD 0.0.255c Apart from a dangerous, ignorant, scumbag, knuckleheaded git of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist when I entered the park, this was one of the most contented few minutes with the canines, I’ve had in ages.

As I turned the corner at the top of the hill, I made for the Tree Copse, with the intention of walking down through it and getting some camera shots.

5fri018But, I noticed two people walking up through the trees, and they were slipping all over the place – so I decided against taking that route.

As I started to walk directly down the gravel path, I took this picture of the complex. Which I thought turned out a half-decent effort. Sometimes this old Sony camera takes better shots than the much newer Lumix, I believe.

When I got inside the lobby. May was sat there, and we had a nattering session, a few laughs as well. During our conversations, many other folks walked through who we greeted and a few we chatted and had a joke with. As it turned out, Lynne came through, and I gave Lynne and May one of the bargain-priced notebooks.

It was a while until I forced myself away, and up to the flat.

It tried the light in the kitchen, I don’t know why, cause it not going to work was it? Haha!

I did the Health Checks and the last of the enoxaparin injections for now anyway, unless the Warfarin level drops again. I updated this blog, then put some of today’s photographs on the Facebook Albums.

5fri20Health Checks were done, and the nosh was prepared.

I made far too much for me to eat. Much of it was left uneaten and thrown away I’m afraid.

However, what I did eat I enjoyed.

Did the Health Checks and made up a mix of spring water and orange cordial and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch an episode of the A-Team, then there were three episodes of Law & Order and two of Hustle all on after each other.

I didn’t get to the end of the first A-Team episode before I’d nodded off! Tsk!

Inchcock – Fri 11 Jan 2019: I’d fallen asleep with the meal-tray precariously balancing on my bulbous belly. I woke, the food scattered over the recliner and a decorously enhanced food covered stomach! Tsk!

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Friday 18th January 2019

Swahili: Ijumaa 18 Januari 2019

 00:02hrs: I laid for hours trying to get to sleep. I gave up when I heard a buzzing noise? At first, I thought it was in my head or perhaps I had nodded off again and was dreaming. I had to get up to investigate. I was up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner like a young-un! I still fail to see why every morning I appear to wake-up in different moods and physical conditions?

4thu06WD 51.0.0 There was no light flashing on the landline telephone. So I went to the intercom phone, no calls one on there either. I had a search and fumble around and found my Nokia mobile, nothing on there. Mind you, the battery was as dead as a dodo, so there wouldn’t be would there. I put it on charge. Haha! Went to the door in case the chime had been ringing, no one about. Well, now I was stumped and flummoxed! But pleased to notice the lack of any signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place.

I went to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and had to divagate to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation went well, and the wee-wee was remarkably short and weak (another change!).

5fri001bCleaned-up and to the kitchen. Noticing just one dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) on the draining board?

How and why, are they all getting up on there just to die? Yesterday’s Weevil bodies were actually in the bowl of water in the sink?

Finally, I got the Health Checks sorted out, then the medications were taken.

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5fri001The SYS had gone up, but the DIA was well down at 56, the lowest its ever been actually.

I’ll have to ask what this means or indicates when I see the nurse and doctor next Tuesday.

I made a brew of Assam tea an took it with me to the computer and started on the updating of yesterday’s Inchcock Today. I got it finished off and posted.

5fri003aWD 51.0.0 As I was doing this, an immediate and urgent need to pass water arrived. I had no time to get to the wet room. Fortunately, I still had the grey plastic bin in position nearby. I fumbled about, tearing the pyjamas as I fought to get Little Inchy out in time, and only just made it! It was so antithetical to my earlier pathetic wee-wee – this one 5fri004was back to the full-blown LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) style! It was resolute, unrelenting, uncontrollable, uncontainable, powerful and it stung a bit. Oy gevalt! I even had a Dizzy Dennis visit at the same time! I swear the bucket was half full by the time things had settled down. Core Blimey! I had to stand still for a few moments to let the dizzies pass. Then I emptied the bin in the toilet and cleaned and disinfected things. And returned the wastebin to the side of the computer chair, for my EQ told me to. That was so unexpected!

Mainly because of yesterdays relenting of the pressure wee-wees and as I thought, things were getting back to normal… but no! Tsk! The legs felt the same as they did on Thursday, the tops seemed more filled than the lower half of them, but overall far less retention than of the previous few days… I’m losing it here.

I had few minutes Facebooking, then began to do this blog.

WD 51.0.0 Ten minutes later, a repeat performance of the LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) arrived! Even more of it came out, but slightly less forceful at least.

WD 51.0.0 Ten more minutes or so, and yet again an LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) suffered!

Did some work on the next batch of TFZer graphicalisations.

Twenty minutes more, or so, and yet again another LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) suffered! But not so much this time. (It slowed down progressively after this one).

Got the ablutions tended to. Took some black bags to the waste chute on the way out with a bag of recyclables. I took the walking stick with me, in case the toes started to play up again.

I met Lynne as I left the foyer, and we exchanged a few words and a laugh. Which I enjoyed.

Dropped the bag off and hobbled to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult Exchange and distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents complaint formulation corner of the room. Hehehe!

5fri006Taking this photograph on the right, of the centre compound and Winchester Court as I limped along.

Only three bodies in when I arrived. Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Kamp-Warden Deana, Mary and ready-with-his- insults Roy. Seconds later the room filled with many more residents, and others outside joining the bus-stop queue. A natter, and then I popped out to the bus stop to be verbally maligned and more chinwagging.

I had that nagging doubt that I had forgotten something!

A natter again on the bus to Arnold, well, I got off in Daybrook actually and popped into the Sainsbury store to get some bread and have a quick nosey. Time was limited, as I hoped to catch the same bus I went on, back to the flat. Giving me only about 20 minutes to get the fodder and out to the bus stop in time. I got a move one like a young un! (Fib Mode Engaged!)

I used the self-serve check-outs but needed assistance twice from the instantly fed-up-with-me, assistant. Humph! I came out with: A brown part-baked baguette, a beef meat pie, Brown bread thins, Blue Stilton cheese, mushrooms and a turnip, and £8 lighter in the pocket.

5fri007Departed and across the pelican lights to the bus stop.

The L9 bus was due in eight minutes. A friendly lady (Cream coat and hat) I had met before on the bus and I had a chinwag. 

WD 51.0.0 As we got on the bus… I could not find my bus pass! The lady showed great empathy with me and my situation, as I was grubbing about in a desperate search to find the card, bless her cotton socks. ♥

It took me ages to find it, going methodically through all of my pockets, I eventually discovered I’d put it the same place as the medical alert card… Phew! 5fri007a

When the bus got in Sherwood, three of my beloved fellow tenants got on.

When we arrived home, I said my thanks and farewells to the lady in cream.

The three residents from my Woodthorpe Court, all shot off ahead of me. But, having the walking stick with me, for one I caught up with them.

Oh, how I wish you could have been with the four of us as we used the lift! The banter was brilliant! The persiflage, badinage and repartee flowed! It was so pleasing to hear. The four of us, all suffering from barbacoa, but within the confined space, we all listened to the others insults, raillery, ridicule and teasing. Talk about laugh! And, with two four-wheeled shopping trolleys all crammed into the lift cage, it was such a tight fit, too! Hahaha!

I got into the flat in a great frame of mind and mood, that’s due to the few events in that elevator. 

Into the flat, had a wee-wee, and from here on they were all SSPWWs (Short, Sharp, Painful-Wee-wees), plenty of them mind.

I put the fodder away, checked the mushrooms in the slow-cooker, and got on with updating this blog.

I made a mug of tea and did the Health Checks. Taking this photo below and putting my ugly-mush on it. To try and see if I could use it as a rotating page header on WordPress. Got it on!

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5fri33CorelDrawing for a while.

Then got the nosh sorted out. It looked great, healthy, tasty and one of the best vittles I’d served up for ages…

WD 51.0.0 But, Oh dearie me!

I’d fallen asleep with the tray still precariously balancing on my bulbous belly. I woke with the dish and plate scattered over the recliner and a highly decorously enhanced adorned stomach. The artwork consisted of bits of lettuce, a boiled egg, sliced mushrooms. Stilton cheese crumbs, broken chestnuts and a knife.

The dessert and spoon miraculously had dropped on the carpet, making minimal spillage as well, with the pot upright!

WD 51.0.0 I was not a happy chappy. The self-recriminating and disgust at myself started as I painfully got up and sorted out the mess. I think I had managed to eat some of the meal before I drifted off to kip because I later spotted there were smudges of sauce on my chin? Took me ages to clean it and myself up. Klutz!

It might have been considered as fortuitous though, for I found that I had not taken the evening medications or done the Health Checks, so I got them done.

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I mixed some spring water with a bit of lime cordial, climbed into the £300 second-hand rickety rinky-dink recliner, and as I pondered on my failing and magical Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplop attracting skills… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Thur 20 Dec 2018: Super-duper photos from the inmates, no, Residents party, Whoopsiedangleplops in excess! Tsk!

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Dec 20 2018

Thursday 20th December 2018

Zulu: NgoLwesine 20 Disemba 2018

23:54hrs. Despite my many recent forfeitures of fair-fortune, I woke up feeling as if I had discovered overnight, the panpharmacon to all my worries and concerns! I hadn’t, of course. Most likely that I had been dreaming. Possibly a simulacrum of hope? At least the mind was not in a dwall again, in fact, it was concentrational this morning from the start. Smug Mode Adopted!

I knew I had a lot of catching up to do on yesterday’s Inchcock, the Morrison delivery was due twixt 08:30 > 09:30hrs and I wanted to get out to fetch another of the Aldi Sourdough part-baked baguettes that I have fallen in love with, and the Winwood Social Hour at 10:00hrs… Now, my remembering all this was a surprise to me, but a feeling and expectancy of a sudden return to my standard, gutless and passive ‘it’s-bound-to-wrong’ mode lingered, implanted in the grey-cells.

The extraction of my body, with its over-proportionately abdominous region from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room for an SSWW (Short Sharp Wee-wee), was done without any toe-stubbing, knocking into or over anything, treading onto, or walking into owt! No signs of any EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) either! Double-Smug-Mode Adopted!

I tended to the Health Checks.

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4Thu001I collected the tray with the meal residue, not food-wise, I gobbled all of that up, from the easy-chair where I’d placed it and fell asleep so quickly last night.

Got the cutlery used and bowl washed up and made a mug of Assam tea for myself. Which I suppose didn’t need saying did it? Only me in here, and I would hardly be inclined to make one for the Weevils! I think I might be on the verge of losing it again here? Hehehe!

4Thu01WD255.0.255 I think a little advice is called for at this stage, folks. When you go to dry off your cleaned cutlery, in particular, the steak knife, be careful.  Although this may well be a tip from a Nebbish, I think its still valid. Hehehe! Tsk!

I got the computer on and checked the Emails. One from the doctor’s surgery. Giving new level (3.8), the Warfarin doses and giving me an appointment for the next blood test, for Monday 24th December, at 0815hrs. I added this to the Google Calendar.

Then got on with updating the Wednesday blog. Got it finished and posted off after what seemed an aeon.

I made another brew of strong Assam tea. Noticing how the rain was coming down still, no harder than earlier, but with smaller but more frequent droplets. I hope it isn’t settling in. Because I am determined to get out to buy some more of the Aldi Sourdough Baguettes to keep in over the holiday period. Best tasting bread I think I have ever had.

Made a start on this blog.

Went on Facebooking on the TFZ site. Spent more time than I had planned on it, I got carried away answering comments and adding the photos.

The ablutions were completed in plenty of time before the Morrison delivery arrived. Got the things put away.

No Porcelain Throne summoning yet?

I got the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies sorted into the bag for the Social Hour.

WD255.0.255 I took three photos from the unwanted, misty, light and view-blocking new kitchen window. I tried a similar shot with three different settings, but I’m still not sure which is the better one. Negativity and nilhilities seem to have moved into my life lately. Just saying, like!

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4Thu06aDown again and outside, dropped the empty beetroot jar in the recycling bin, greeted a couple of fellow prisoners… no, I mean tenants as I stopped to take this photo of the New Extra care block being built and Winchester Court.

Gave a good morning to one or two Willmott Dixon lads as I passed them.

Arrived a little late at the Winwood Social, and was taken aback by the number of inmates… residents, sorry, in there. Realised as soon as saw the amazing Christmas get-ups that many were wearing, and the biggest stack of raffle prizes I ever have seen anywhere, it was the Christmas Social Hour! Jenny must have worked so hard to get it all prepared for us. Thanks to Jenny! ♥

Here are shots of the lovelies I managed to take.

 

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4Thu10aI noticed a blood pool forming on one of my fingers, and remembered I was supposed to go to the clinic today! Klutz!

Made my excuse, and went out to wait for the bus. Handed the nibble box after distributing them; to Oberschützeress Warden Deana, and asked her to keep it safe for me, please.

Had a chinwag with neighbour Malcolm, at the bus stop. I decided, the lighting being like it was, might be a good time to take some decent shots of the Courts.

 

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Just before the bus arrived, I fumbled in my pocket for the bus pass. Getting on the bus, I found the mini-diary.

WD255.0.255 Opened it up to find that the clinic appointment is for tomorrow, not today! I felt self-chastened, regretful, self-condemning, shamefaced, reprehensible and such a Nebekh!

I decided to stay on the bus and call at the Aldi store to see if they had any of the sourdough bread for me. Got some wine for Sister Jane and Pete (Both alcoholics, but friendly with it… Hehehe! The sourdough baguettes. Spring water for me. Belly pork bites and some lemon and lime yoghourts.

The chilly walk back down the hill to the flats was enjoyable. So, out came the camera!

 

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I called in to see the tenants in the shed, and tell them of my Accifauxpa. Best, to be honest, innit. Even if you get the rise taken out of you! Hahaha!

The plates-of-meat were stinging by the time I got home. Did the Health Checks.

The potatoes were cooking okay in the slow cooker, I put the oven on to warm ready for decided nosh later. Pork Belly Bites, curried beans and some wholemeal bread thins, and a dessert from the massive choice now residing crammed in my full fridge!

Got this blog updated as far as here.

Getting weary now.

Al ingredients finished cooking now, I served up the nosh.

This meal took a lot of (to me, anyway) time, planning and effort.

4Thu19WD255.0.255 I admit it looked nice, smelt nice and had an appealing look to it. But a Flavour Rating of only 6/10 was the best I could grant it.

The flavoured baked beans (from a can this time), were excellent, I’d used Hoi-Sin marinade and mustard. The same sauce mix on the belly pork, when added to the dish. The potatoes had some dark Soy sauce added. I shall not try this again! Actually, the beans were first class tastewise, and the potatoes were passable – just the Aldi belly pork destroyed the enjoyment. Talk about fatty! Tsk!

The naughty and shameful lemon dessert was exquisite. Hehehe!

4Thu20I took the pots to wash them up, and get the Health Checks done.

I snapped this nephogram, through the unwanted, thick-framed light and view-blocking new window.

WD255.0.255 Off for an SSWW, and found that Inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding. Humph! After a few minutes pure agony trying to medicate things, I gave up. My mind turned to the prospective investigation coming up tomorrow, by the Doctor, nurses, student nurses, Trainee Doctors and possibly this visit, they may bring in another class of about eight students again, to let them toy with things under the microscope discussing their take on the problem and trying not to laugh, like last time? It wouldn’t surprise me, if they let the caretaker in, too! Still, I mustn’t complain, unless they bring any morticians in! Hahaha!

I’d got some great gossips in today. Call them what you will; Schmoozes, kibitz’s, confabs, chit-chatting, verbal-ventilations or chewing of the fat, I love em!.

Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and put a Torchwood DVD on, to watch for the twentieth time. Amazingly, as tired and weary as I felt, I stayed awake and got through three episodes with only two nod-offs and rewinding.

This resistance to nodding-off is annoying. Very later for me before I drifted off properly. Huh!

Inchcock – Thur 13th Dec 2018: Brilliant Social Hour, Chinwags galore, betterer day all round – Dream of Old Father Time! Hehe!

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Willmott-Dixon workers at the flats. Hehe!

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Thursday 13th December 2018

Welsh: Dydd Iau 13 Rhagfyr 2018

01:25hrs: I was once again a different person when I bestirred. The mind seemed to be taking a break from activity. The only concern felt, was to get the diary updated so I can find time between the two deliveries: Asda Walmart 06:00 > 07:00hrs, and Morrisons which should be coming 08:00 to 09:00hrs, and get the ablutions completed, and the raffle prizes and nibbles sorted ready for the Social Hour.

I was soon out of the £300 second-hand 1986 rickety recliner, and into the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and take the medications. Oh, and to make a brew.

I caught my reflection in the little mirror (a nasty experience at any time for me!) and saw that the bruise I got in the Dizzy Dennis tumble last night, was far less onerous looking than I expected. It only hurts if I bang it on something, then just a tiny bit. I did a silent prayer for no dizzies again today. I’ll try not to headbutt the sink edge on my way down to the floor if it happens again. Haha!

Got the Health Checks completed.

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I had an SSWW (Short, sharp wee-wee). Then got on with updating the Wednesday Diary.

wd 0.0.255 Emptying the saucepan that I was boiling water in yesterday when I left the hot tap running to go cold, I dropped the dang pan. How it slipped from my grasp, I don’t know. But I do know it landed right on the corn on the left foot! I also know I silently used some naughty words and offered myself insults and personal abuses for being such a Klutz! Humph! They say things go in threes: I’ve got the bruise on my head, now the pained corn and foot, and an aching back and knees from getting down then up again, after cleaning the mess I’d made… wonder what will come next?

When I think of it, my bad-luck is diuturnal in nature so anything can occur in the Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpas arena at any time. Tsk!

I finished off the Wednesday Woes, and tool another SSWW. No signs of needing the use of the Porcelain Throne yet?

Made a start on this blog.

The Asda (Walmart) delivery arrived, and I stored the items away.

Summoned to the Porcelain Throne, I visited the wet room, and another normal passing was achieved. No bleeding. Good!

Next, the Morrison delivery arrived. Getting this pile of things away took a bit of ingenuity in finding room in the cupboards, fridge, and freezer, but I managed it.

0735hrs: I could hear noisy, banging and tapping, but could not locate where the sounds were coming from?

4Thu01 I got the mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock-pot. With the aim of making a Chill-con-carne of sorts later in the day by adding red beans and seasoning.

I got the pressies, nibbles and raffle prizes gathered in the bag, and set off out. Taking the black bags to the waste chute on the way.

4Thu03aI dropped the white bag of recyclables near the caretaker’s door that was being replaced by a workforce of six men.

I took this picture on the right of the Winwood Court, through the compound gate.

I met Frank on the way, he looked a little ruffled, bless him. HE did his usual good job running the raffle again for the folks in the social meeting.

Then I met Riechsführeress, Warden Deana on Chestnut Walk going in the opposite direction. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel,  Obergruppenführers, agents, or ghosts, on this blog. So, I won’t.

Got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin Social Meeting room.

Not so many scallywags there today at first, but it soon filled up and gay time seemed to be had by all. I enjoyed some chinwags, exchanges of insults and tom-foolery with many residents.

Jenny seemed a little under the weather, bless her. But she kept a grip on us all. I handed out a few Christmas nibbles and treats.

I left a tad early, to get back and take some painkillers as the head was stinging and throbbing a bit.

4Thu04I hobbled back to Woodthorpe Court with Nora and Lynne.

Who, after I asked them, kindly posed with the flats in the background so I could post it to the TFZer site later.

It was cold out there, as you can see by the sensible clothing being worn by the gals.

As we entered the foyer, I noticed that both washers were free. So after a natter with the lasses, I got up to the flat, took a pill, and collected the washing and down again.

Got the washing going.

Up to the apartment, checked the crock-pot and started to update this blog.

Down to move the things to the dryer. Mo and Gaynor were sat nattering, so I joined in, and we had a laugh or two. Love it!

Back up and carried on with the updating on WordPress, until it was time to go down again. Down to collect the clothing. Mo was still there, she was going to move Nora’s washing into the dryer when I moved my stuff out of it.

Back up and got the togs put in the airing cupboard.

I moved the crock-pot contents to a large saucepan and added the red beans, tomato passata, and onions. Going to be a little different this meal I think. I’ve put mushrooms, carrots, and a few peas in with my imitation chilli-con-carne – I hope it comes out alright.

I went on TFZer Facebook to add the photos and read any comments with other peoples posts.

Got the nosh served up, here goes, I’ll soon find out if it is okay or a disaster. Fingers Crossed.

Great Flavour! Ate it all up with some sourdough bread. No guilt, it was terrific!

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4Thu21Washed the pots up, did the health Checks and back on the computer, cause as I photographed that amazingly flavoursome meal, I realised I had missed off a picture I took in the lift.

A slightly eerie shot do you think?

In the morning after having a dream, I used this photo as a background to my morning thoughts and did a funny ode. I was so pleased with it, I posted it on its own.

I had hoped to stay awake long enough to watch a Hustle episode that I liked, on channel 40 at 08:00hrs.

I was asleep about 18:00hrs, I recall the starting screen and music coming on for Heartbeat at that time, but nothing after that.

In my reverie, I had a dream of my talking with Old Father Time!

Ah-well, TTFNski.

Inchcock – Tue 11th Dec 2018: Woke with my brain in overdrive: but it soon readopted its usual lethargic, puzzled, sluggish, frazzled, enfeebled mode.

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Willmott-Dixon, new Supervisor keeps an eye out. Hehe!

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Tuesday 11th December 2018

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00:50hrs: I was dreaming something about semi-transparent alien Traffic Wardens on Huntingdon Street in Nottingham, as I sprang into life. Boy, was the brain going at it again? The Brexit deal, the starving people of the planet. How did France get away with stealing the World Cup from Croatia? The end of the world. My hearing aids, playing up. The Weevils… so many irrelevancies and obiter dicta were bounding about in my head. I felt as though I spent hours considering and pondering over so many subjects, without any conclusions of course. A lot of things I could not even understand, describe, relate to or digest. Most of which I could do nothing about, anyway. I was mentally exhausted by the time things had calmed down in the bone-dome.

I really must tell the nurse about these early and getting more frequent morning spells of mind cogitabund departures from mind control. I can live the odd one, but they seem to be increasing weekly now.

Anyway, when I got back into semi-control of things, I realised only a few minutes had passed since I awoke?

Looking at my new-to-me £2 second-hand watch with its £10 new strap for the time. I noticed the papules on the left hand, were seemingly grown lighter and some of them may have disappeared altogether? Int life fun! Hehe!

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I got my heavy, cumbrous midriff from the £300 pound rusty, rickety recliner, and made my way to the wet room for an SSWW. (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee). I found only one dead Weevil in there this morning? Were they really on the decline at last? I checked the spare room and could see none at all! I still gave the places a spray of the Santex Bug Killer, part, out of habit, and partly to be on the safe side. These illegal alien-immigrants had fooled me before. I must find out where the other chap with a new infestation lives and see how he is going with his attackers.

Warfarin Blood Test this morning. Unfortunately at 10:20hrs. Which means I’ll be too shattered to do much by the time I get back to the flat. Not getting any cleaning up done lately. Mind you, the situation is eased with the thought that I have got electricians calling to do prep-work for the installation of Video Door entry Intercom this month. Another thing, I have to Email them to arrange a day for this job. I can opt for 8am to 12pm or afternoon 12pm to 4pm the letter says. They will do the fitting in January.  Then the prep work for the sprinkler system has to be done, then the fitting of that. Then the new Fire alarm, same thing, two visits.

Can you imagine the mess they are going to make? No point in cleaning up I don’t think. I’ll have to pay someone to redecorate after they have all done, get new carpets as well after the plasterer destroyed my new carpeting. When I tried to Email him, Nick Jone, Project Liaison Officer, it told me he is not in his office? I’ll ask Warden Deana or Julie if they might ring them for me. IF, I remember to.

I got the Health Checks sorted.

2Tue052Tue02fTook the medications and got the creams ready to use later when I get the ablutions done.

Got the computer on and updated yesterdays post. Eventually getting it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I got the nibbles into the bag for the nurses and chemist staff. I must remember to fetch my prescriptions too. Went on the WP reader section. Then made a start on creating this days diary.

2Tue0708:00hrs Ablutions tended to.

Spotted someone letting off steam? Hehe! So I took a photograph.

Down, out, and to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

2Tue08aObersturmführeress Warden Deana and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie were both working in their mini-office.

I got a smile from them both when I cracked a joke.

I asked if they would call for me, about the electrical prep work being done for the new intercom being set-up, as when I tried the Email address given, Google told me there was no such address? Deana said someone else had had the same problem, and when they rang for her, the phone was not answered. She will try later.

Glad to see that the stun-gun cabinet was locked. Only joking! Hahaha!

Got on the crossword book. Slowly, other residents arrived, and a few chinwags and laughs were enjoyed. Nibbles handed out in the form of chocolate coins.

2Tue10Out to the bus stop. Caught the L9 down to Mansfield Road, and hobbled along towards Carrington to the surgery.

It looked a tad bleak out there. But being late in the day (for me) the place seemed positively busy compared to my usual timing of around about 0615hrs for this journey. 

2Tue10aWD128.0.0 Passing the library, this animal of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist belted by me from behind and made me jump a little. The Swine!

I plodded up and over the hill and down to the Sherrington Park Medical Practice.

WD128.0.0 As I walked through into the car park, a large looking black Porche utility type vehicle was reversing out, (which a sign tells drivers not to do!) He came within inches of hitting me and didn’t even see me as I sidestepped out of his path. But, I was in a good mood, so I didn’t get all uptight about it. I thought if I gave him a dirty look, that should suffice. But I’m sure he still didn’t even know I was there! Oy Vey!

I got in the surgery and logged on. Sat down with the crossword book. It was not long before the nurse came to call me in – Nurse Nichole!

We had a good chinwag, again thanks to the blood not being too keen on stopping it’s flow after she took the sample. I forgot all about the notes I had in my pocket with questions to ask her about my poorly-spell and the papsules. She does that to a man does Nurse Nichole with her distracting sweet smile. Bless her! Gave her Christmas pressies for her and Nurse Ann, thanked her and departed to the reception where I dropped off some nibbles for them on their desk.

Out and off to the Chemists to confirm the date of my next prescription pick-up. I know I asked them last week, but I’m blown if I can find where I wrote it down? Klutz!

Called in the Lidl shop and had a good wander around and nosey. I came out with Orange juice, sour worms, mature Stilton, Assam tea (I didn’t need this, but they only had one box left, so I took it), tomatoes and Scottish Morning Rolls.

2Tue11I paid at the self-serve tills without any bother and out to catch a bus back to Sherwood.

The sun kept trying to come out now.

At the bus stop over the road, where a few other Winwood Heights residents.

Had a little chinwag with them, while we waited for the arrival of the L9 bus.

Up to the flats, I walked back with Doreen, another natter enjoyed.

2Tue11aGot in the flat, had an SSWW, did the Health Checks and got the nosh on the go.

I thought that this looked so appealing as well.

WD128.0.0 It did not go down very well at all. The fodder seemed okay, but it tasted all wrong to me, and I don’t know why? Only the smoked ham was eaten completely, every other part of the meal was chewed at and rejected even the Scottish rolls and seasoned potatoes. Was something amiss here with my palate or innards? Not eating my meals has happened twice in a row now? Nebbish!

I wrapped up the uneaten bulk of the food and bagged it in the waste bin. Washed the cutlery, plate, and tray. It will be interesting to see if I have lost any weight in the morning.

I sat down on the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a DVD I bought cheaply last week. It was terrible. Oceans 8 it was called. I could not hear what was being muttered at high speed, and as for following the plot, it would have been easier to learn how to become a brain surgeon on a one-hour internet course! I gave up.

Got the Health Checks done, an SSWW and washed.

Went to make a mug of tea.

Suddenly, as I glanced out of the unwanted new window with the extra thick plastic frames, more panes of glass to clean and drip over everywhere when its raining and you open them, and have a light and view-blocking quality to them… What was I typing… Hehehe!

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Ah, yes, gorrit! I went into a semi-glazed phantasmagoria-like mind-mode. I have no recollection of what yonderly mind-meandering went on in my head – but I know I took this photograph so it must have meant something at the time. Or not?

Next thing I can recall is waking up, straggled over the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner, with nocturnal nibbling evidence all around me!

Oh, dearie me!