Inchcock Today – Mon 1st April 2019: Out and about, photographing, chinwagging – Great Day!

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2019 April 01

Monday 1st April 2019

Italian: Lunedì 1 Aprile 2019

01:25hrs. I woke, reluctantly, and resisted any encouragement of movement or brain activity as long as I could. The main expergefactor was the need for a wee-wee; that forced me to move my oleogustus body out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner and the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). A rather pathetic UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee) followed. After making an effort to get to this bucket, this was most disappointing! Hehe!

I was well drained and still tired, as I responded to my stubbing my toe on the way to the kitchen, with a few silently mouthed well-chosen unchristian-like words.

1Mon01aGot the Health Checks sorted out first thing.

The hemadynamometer operated at the first try. Sys is still low, and the only thing that concerned me a tad was the pulse: Like yesterday, it was showing 103? I’ll look this up I think, hang on, please… Oh, seems to be okay according to what I could find out on Google, high-end but alright. Then why was it for two days earlier on 69? All the ailments must affect it in some way? Tsk! Made a brew and got the computer going to update the sad Sunday post.

1Mon02WD 51.0.0 The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived and diverted my attention, off to the wet room and the Throne. The evacuation was easier than of late, but still messy and a lot of deep-rich-red-blood came from within. It didn’t appear to be from Harold’s Haemorrhoids this time, well, not the external ones anyway. No pains or aches from the rear-end area were there?

WD 51.0.0 I checked the pins out when I put on some fresh PPs. The knees seemed okay. I can see still a face in the knee on the right. Can you see it?

But the shins and ankles were not very good.

Around the ankles were getting to look a bit overactive with the blood papsules, blotches, spots, and swelling, spoiling my youthful appearance. Hehehe! The left foot and lower leg was still more fluid-filled or swollen than the right one again, but, the bent toe seems to have righted itself somehow or other?

I’ll be glad when the socks and glide arrive. It’s only been about three weeks though since they ordered them for me. So I mustn’t complain. I was surprised initially that they didn’t prescribe some cream of some sort. But, of course, after the nurses told me that with the nerve-end problem, there is nothing, no treatment that will help, I accepted things how they are. At least they have tried to make things easier for me to change the socks, well, of course, I haven’t got the equipment or unique specialist thin, comfortable hosiery yet, to find out if it will work or not. I’ll be miffed if I snuff-it before it arrives! Hahaha!

As I finished off, I needed another wee-wee. Definitely an upgraded status one this time, an SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) style one.

Back on the computer and got the Sunday blog updated and sent off.

Around 04:00hrs, I heard some odd noises again coming from I know not where, I thought they were from somewhere well above me at first, but at times they seemed to be coming from elsewhere. Very peculiar. Hard to define what was making the sounds. Moving furniture perhaps, with the odd rattling sound in between? I rather hope its not the concrete crumbling, Hehe!

1Mon06Then it sounded like it was at the front of the building? I looked out of the unwanted, light & view blocking kitchen window and tried to have a look to see if I could find the cause.

Of course, looking straight down from the unwanted new windows to see anything, over the dirty great window ledges, fitted, would mean using the step ladders, I was not prepared to use them at the moment, I’ve tumbled off of them a few too many times. Did I imagine this noise or what? Am I going potty?  No, I just this second heard a dull thud sound, followed by a whooshing noise, then nothing? Ah, it’ll be the Aliens sending in reinforcements or a replacement army of Weevils, perhaps? Hahaha!

Had another wee-wee, still an SPSHPLWW version, and finally, I made a start on this post.

Another SPSHPLWW, then another Porcelain Throne visit. Messy, but no bleeding this time.

Virgin Internet down again!

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As I went off to get the ablutions done, the lower legs felt just like there had worms wriggling about inside! The scrubbing-up went well, got the attire adorned, and dropped some black bags in the chute on the way out, and a recycling bag at the caretaker’s door.

Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

The aroma of burnt toast greeted me, much to the amusement of all the tenants in there. We all agreed, it made us feel hungry! Hehehe! Several mini-chinwags, mostly of a complaining and moaning mode.

1Mon07As I departed to join the others at the bus stop, I couldn’t help but think that the assembled ‘huddle of residents’ that might have been holding a prayer meeting? Hehehe! Either that or they were brewing up some dastardly plan. But most likely they were examing and criticising Roy’s new deadly to the ankle and knees of others, four-wheeled shopping trolly. Haha!

I had a nice nattering and stirring things-up session, en route to town on the bus with Mary and Kath. Off the bus, farewelled to the gals, and went into the Wilko store. Where I spent too much on things, I did not really need and came out with: Wilko Liquid Soapflakes (Needed). I couldn’t find any Magnesium tablets. And several bags of sweets. Guilt Mode Adopted! Tsk!

1Mon07aNext, I called in the Poundland Shop. This visit ensured the shopping bag was well-filled when I left. Guilt Mode moved to Defcon Three!

Chocolate nougat, jelly buttons, liquorice comfits, Mini-pork pies, chocolate peanuts, Strawberry trifle pots, egg & bacon ready-made sarnies… there was no limit to my greed and shame! As I left the store, I could hear some absolutely horrendous wailing of someone singing and trying to play the guitar, seemed they were using a microphone that distorted the chronic singing voice, not that it mattered, but it was just too loud!

1Mon07cAs I walked along Upper Parliament Street, at the traffic light junction with Milton Street, I was alarmed at seeing people crossing the road against the red don’t walk lights.

Particularly the woman with the red hair and dress, shoving her baby nonchalantly across, and the chap on sticks (who would have difficulty avoiding any car coming at him). But this is always happening on these and other crossings. The three deaths and nineteen injury accidents suffered there in 2018, did not seem to bother them at all.

I came across the source of the terrible wailing as I turned into Clumber Street. I took a photo of the guilty earsplitting, bedizened, perpetrator, a street performer who looked like a cross between Worsel Gummage and the Wurzel bloke with a beard! I put this picture more prominent, so it would show the real highlight: The young girl, fresh from Primark shopping with her bag, and that absolutely fantastic expression on her face as she looked with amazement at the weird and in disguise for some reason, imitation street musician. Priceless!

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1Mon08I limped through to the end of Clumber Street and took a shot with a difference on the corner, (showing the street sign of Clumber Street) and the back of the Council House.

I had a walk through the Exchange shopping arcade inside. Sparse of customers it was as well!

1Mon18Where I found one of the many empty units had been reoccupied, as a Barbers Shop. I looked for any signs of a price list, but couldn’t see any. Be it is costly – if you have to ask the price, you can’t afford it! Hehe!

I stopped on Long Row, to watch the police struggling to remove a shoplifter from a nearby store. She just didn’t want to get into the car! I decided against taking any pictures.

1Mon08aI wandered into the slab square. Where I did a spot of memory-recalling, of what it used to look like, and some of the things I got up to back then and the people I did it with. It didn’t do my confidence any good, though.

So I turned my attention to taking some 1Mon11photographicalisation.

I went to Long Row and positioned myself to take a closer shot, and some pigeons caught my limited attention.

Then the mind went off on a tangent again. How do these birds survive? It is not allowed to feed them. So, how do they live on the crumbs dropped by the take-away-food drunks? Mind you, there are plenty about.

I then pondered on the Brexit farce for a while. But that soon gave me a headache with the frustrations.

1Mon09I took a picture of Long Row. And that set off the memory-recalling again. Sad innit?

Griffin & Spalding, now replaced with a Debenhams that is on the verge of closing down. The Arnold buses, the number 40 and 41 trolleybuses that used to have stops along Long Row. The Lyons Corner Cafe, the Alleyway with the record shop, the time I had pigeon poo dropped on both shoulders within second of each splat… on my new Teddy Boy coat as well! Eventually, I pulled myself away from the pointless, often painful 1Mon12reminiscing.

As I made my way up Queen Street to get to the bus stop and home, a rare, almost strange sight was beheld. Two imitation police officers out and about! I should think that between them they might have weighed about 12 stone. But size isn’t everything… as many a gal has told me over the years! Hehe!

I met with Kath, and we limped up together to the stop. Nattering as we do, you know. Mary got on at the first stop, and chinwagging flowed en route back to the flats.

1Mon14On Chestnut (Don’t-get-knocked-over) Way, I took this shot of Mary and Kath, before Kath nipped over the road to her flat in Winchester Court, as we said our farewells.

Mary had bought herself a new four-wheeled ankle and shin destroying shopping trolley. Exactly like the one that Roy had bought.

1Mon15It looked like the Winwood Court was getting close to completion now. It will be very lonely and quiete when they finish. Mind you, we will still have the Fire Alarm Sprinklers and new communications to be installed.

As Mary and I walked along to Woodthorpe Court, the tarmac was being put on near what 1Mon16will eventually be the bus turnaround island.

We eventually got to our block of flats, and I got out of the elevator, wishing Mary all the best, as she went up to her 15th floor flat. She will be moving soon, to an apartment in the Sneinton Dale complex.

1Mon17In the flat, the usual fatigue overcame me.

I took the medications, noon and evening.

I was not up to doing any updating of this diary. I got the nosh prepared, an easy task. Ready-made egg sarnies (Very nice!), potato hash balls, Sicilian tomatoes, Marmite cheese buttons and a couple of mini-pork pies, and consumed it all! Followed by a strawberry trifle.

No opportunity to do anything else, too tired. I put on the Doctor Who DVD and was soon in the land of Nod. Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Wed 20 Mar 2019: A schmegeggy, some pleasant, enjoyable and embarrassing moments today!

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2019 Mar 20

Wednesday 20th March 2019

Chinese (Simplified): 2019年3月21日星期三

WD 0.0.0a 2017b01:35hrs. I woke with a perspicuousness, clarity of mind. Lamentably, concentrated on the vagaries and negatives of my life. I immediately sensed the warm-wet sensation from the PP’s from both front and rear.

When I put in the hearing aids and the spectacles on the head, more haemoglobin showed up on my hands. The nose had been bleeding, too. I felt a little dolorous and engaged Defcon Three status. Hehe!

I hauled my crassulent body from the £300, second-hand, ci1968 rickety-rusty recliner. Not such an easy task as it had been over the previous few mornings, cause I wanted to take care not start the haemorrhaging flowing from any dried-blood patches.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. The exceedingly messy evacuation went reasonably well. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were cleaned and medicated without much bother. Little Inchies fungal lesion was a problem sorting out, but the pain was worth it after it was all done. The nosebleed was stunted easily, too!

3Wed05a1WD 0.0.0a Checked the pins (legs) and they seemed to have got a little thinner than on Tuesday, with some new coloured areas, bruises and blotches. But, many of the blood papsules have disappeared? The Mystery Continues!

Changed into fresh PPs, washed and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and make a brew of the extra-strong Glengettie tea bags!

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3Wed01aAs I took this photograph of the scene outside, through the unwanted, light and view-blocking windows. That I can’t physically get access to for cleaning, I could hear the familiar sounds of the emergency vehicles sirens and klaxons, as the moon shone down on the Nottinghamian burglars, street sleepers, shoplifters, gangs of druggies and hoodies, pavement cyclists, muggers, alcoholics, pickpockets, racists, fascists, terrorists and party goers.

I updated yesterday’s diary, got it finished and sent off to WordPress. Went on the GP Reader section.

Then made a start on this blog.

I popped onto Facebook to catch up with the photo albums and visited the TFZer blog.

Got the breakfast cornflakes and watched some YouTube clips.

Ablutions tended to. Towelled off, medicationalisticalisations completed, deodorised the overbearingly large torso, and got dressed.

WD 0.0.0a The whole ablutioning jobs, teeth cleaning, shaving, showering and medicalisationing took about 40 minutes – Getting the socks on, made me suffer pain and frustration and took me about 30-minutes! A tragicomic, painful farce! But at least I managed it! I decided to try out the two-sizes-too large shoes that I had bought under instruction from the Health Centre, to wear at tomorrow’s appointment. I was only going to call at 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. Then get back to the flat for the Ocado order to be delivered. I dropped two back backs of rubbish down the chute on the way out.

It was a warm day out there and very little wind. The sun out, although not brightly so. I arrived at the hut, and there were Brenda, Mary, another lady, and Roy within. More outside waiting at the bus stop – usually these eight would be tobacco addicts.

I had a natter with Obersturmführeress Warden and Catwalk Princess Deana, and Stabsfeldwebeless and Primo-Ballerina Julie, I told them about tomorrows appointment. And we had a bit of fun. Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. So, I’ll say no more. Hehehe!

Had a chatter with the tenants. Welsh Roy had arrived, but he threw some insults at me, 3Wed05a2had a laugh, then he soon went out for a fag. I followed on my way home, stopping for some beloved gossips with the residents at the bus stop.

Hauptsturmführeress Warden/Catwalk Deana was caught by Welsh William and another tenant, for a moan gossip or put-down, I know not which. Haha!

3Wed06I got a shot of the Winwood Heights. I had to stand back near the edge of the grass close to the thirty-foot fall-off down to the allotments below, to get all the courts in the shot. Right Winchester, centre Winwood Court and at the dead-end, my treasured Woodthorpe Court block.

There were a lot of jet plane contrails across the sky.

I got back to the apartment and got some turnips cooking with some balsamic vinegar. I’d got some Soulful One Pot Pulled Jackfruit smoky BBQ Chilli with corn and beans. I had no idea what Jackfruit was, so I inquired of Google. I discovered: The jackfruit, also known as jack tree, is a species of tree in the fig, mulberry, and breadfruit family native to southwest India. Hope I like it when I try it later.

3Wed07I ventured into the unwanted light and view-blocking new balcony, and risk injury to open the refractory metal left-hand curved release bar the needs fressing forward and pulling inwards at the same time, without any Whoopsiedangleplops. I caught the worker chaps coming into the compound of the Winwood Court Extra Care block.

WD 0.0.0a I then went to open the other dangerous metal right-hand curved release bar, that also needs pushing outwards and pulling inwards at the same time, this one didn’t go so well. It was such a lot stiffer, and when it did open, it did so sharply and noisily. No-bother though, the wrist didn’t bleed for too long.

3Wed08I took this zoomed-in photo of the kids playing area in Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Apart from one dog owner being taken for a walk by her animal, I could see no ankle-snappers or young trainee muggers anywhere in the whole park. Puzzling me this?

Aha, I realise now, that the kids are not on holiday from school. I got there in the end! Mind 3Wed09you, the last time I had a walk near that playground, most of the kids had some type of contraption or other linked to their earholes, or were texting, whatever.

I took this long-distance shot. I think the areas covered are Hucknall, Papplewick, Blidworth and Bestwood. But of course, I might be wrong.

3Wed10The intercom burst into life. It was the Ocado delivery. I must take some sourdough bread for the Wardens later. I got a large loaf which is far too large for me, but I like to share things, as the small loaf costs twice as much in ratio to the large one! The retailers don’t want single people, especially old people on their own!

3Wed11I put away the fodder. The Soulful Pulled Jackfruit vegetarian meal looked lovely through the plastic container. I’m looking forward to trying it with the turnips.

I dealt with Health Checks and midday medications. Then got on with updating this post and getting the photographicalisation sorted out.

Then I nipped out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Hopefully, I can catch them in and give them their treat and bread. (I’ve split the sliced loaf between us. I can dunk mine in the Chilli perhaps).

Off to see the gals. Julie was in.

WD 0.0.0a I forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk!

3Wed28I returned to the flat and got the meal prepared. I hope that Ocado keeps the special offer on the ‘Soulful One Pot Pulled Jackfruit smoky BBQ Chilli with corn and beans’ What a mouthful!’ Hehe!, vegetarian meal. For it tasted so good, and was not, as I feared it might have been, too hot/spicy for me. Easy to prepare as well. A Flavour Rating of 9.25/10. The Polish sourdough bread was a delight also when dunked in the juices.

WD 0.0.0a Then I realised that the product contained sweet corn. Something I should not eat, as the passing of such food can cause my haemorroids to bleed. Crap! Fingrs crossed!

5Fri12WD 0.0.0a Did the Health Checks, and got the too large a size shoes out so as not to forget to wear them in the morning, on the trip to the Mary Potter Health Clinic. Even though I found that it is dangerous to wear them, judging from my experience doing so today. Any uneven surfaces hobbled along, and the thicker, heavier soles, and loose fitting along with catching the more extended ends, made it a smidge of a dodgy hazardous practise, tripping up-wise. Tsk!

When the fatigue started to dawn, a little earlier than usual as well, I resisted not! I got my dough-bellied, spare-tyred body down in the now-working-again second-hand, ci1968 rusty recliner. I did put the TV on, but obviously knew I was not about to be able to stay awake much longer, but still foolishly tried to watch an episode of ‘Pie in the Sky’. I did well actually, and got through until the second set of banal advertisement, before drifting off into the bliss that is sleep!

Inchcock Today – Mon 4 March 19:

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2019 Mar 03

Monday 24th March 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 24 Mawrth 2019

23:30hrs. Most of the night I was awake and listening to the howling winds. They were getting worse, and for some reason, it felt like the wind was belting through the flat. I gave up on getting to sleep and decided I’d get up and make a mug of tea.

1Mon01aI defenestrated my disproportionately large-girthed body from the £300 second-hand, ci.1986 recliner, almost with ease.

WD 0.0.255c Off to the kitchen, where I was met with the kitchen towel roll blowing in the wind and had unrolled itself!

Being the keen, alert-minded, Sherlock Holmes sort of old chap that I am, I soon discovered the reason for this, as the wind hit me in the face, coming in through the window I had left partly open last night!

I closed the window shut, (It was not easy with the wind coming in so strongly, wind in the wrong direction for me, Haha!) rerolled the kitchen towel and took a photo of it still blowing about in the breeze? The wind noise had greatly-reduced now. Tsk! Well, it would be, wouldn’t it? I’m quick yer know. Haha!

1Mon07WD 0.0.255c I had to nip to the wet room for an SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee). I checked out the pins (legs). They had gone back to looking pale and ashen. I think a couple more blood papsules had come up, and one had disappeared. The wobbly-knee was looking less inflamed, though. The imbalance in fluid retention between the two pins remained obvious.

I went back to the kitchen. Gawd blimey, it felt even colder in there now!

I made a brew of tea and got the Health Check gear out. Everything, the thermometer, sphygmomanometer, drawer handles, the whole enchilada I came into contact with felt awfully cold!  Including me, so I put on the dressing gown. 1Mon01

Then I noticed how the lights outside seemed to be twinkling so much.

I soon discerned that this was due to the high winds blowing the trees and bushes around so much. I said I quick. Hehehe!

I took this picture through the window. Not that the twinkling shows, of course. There was no way I intended to open them again!

I got the Health Checks sorted out.

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1Mon06Apart from a high temperature (Than usual, for me anyway), everything else looked fine.

I went on the computer and updated the HC record on Excel for last week and this morning.

WD 0.0.255c The tea had gone cold, so I made myself another potation.

I made a start on this blog to here, then updated yesterday’s post and sent it off to WordPress.

WD 0.0.255c Had to divert to the Porcelain Throne in something of a rush… Not such a messy evacuation today, and I had time to read a bit of the Victoria Wood biography. Cleaned the porcelain, washed the dandies and went to make yet another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold again.

WD 0.0.255c Then I went on the BBC website to check the weather and football scores. I discovered I am not as quick as I earlier claimed. The winds were from Storm Freya. So, I should have had the nous to think about closing the windows last night. What a Schlemiel I am!

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Well, that’s me staying indoors today, I reckon!

I got on with writing this blog.

Visited the TFZer Facebook page.

Then started on Coreldraw making some more draught headers.

Phew! That soon me until 05:50hrs to get done. Ready for some brekkers now. Cornflakes for me, I think.

1Mon07cOcado order arrived. Put things away. I got the Flowers to try and cheer-up very-poorly Jenny. I do pray she will be alright.

I noticed that the clouds, although looking so beautiful, were travelling across the scenic view from the unwanted new kitchen windows at a lickety-split pace. This informed me that the winds had not calmed down as much as I’d thought they had. This reaffirmed my decision not to go out today. Well, I’m calling at Jenny & Franks and going to the hut Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. 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, to see Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Julie. Then I’ll get back inside the apartment.

I tended to the ablutions. Getting the hang of the new showerhead now. Got dressed, t’was a struggle, but I got the socks on. Hehe! Then took the black bags (5 of them) and got them to the waste chute and deposited them.

WD 0.0.255c I departed, along with the white bag of recycling waste, and called at Jenny’s flat. No answer to the bell, so I went to the lift lobby; and Frank came out. I apologised for bothering him, and ask how Jenny was. Not very good, I’m afraid! I handed Frank the flowers for Jenny, and the pint of milk in case it might save them going out for any later.

1Mon07dOut I went and dropped off the white bag, and notice that the howling winds had blown against a sign on the metal fencing and bent it right away out from the frame!

It made walking up the road a bit of a risky business. I met Deana going the other way and asked if Julie was in the hut. ‘If I hurry she might be!’ But she had gone out on her rounds, like Deana had, by the time I arrived. So I slipped some nibbles in the fridge for them. I hope they don’t get knicked.

Only seven residents or so in there this morning. I think the wind might have put others, like me, off from going out. Hehe! A few bits of persiflage were shared with Penny, Angela, and others.

WD 0.0.255c Then I felt the warm-wet sensation and knew that Little Inchies lesion was bleeding. So, embarrassed, I made a hasty withdrawal back to Woodthorpe Court.

1Mon08I had to use another dodgy pedestrian route. The winds had moved the concrete based fencing, leaving even less room the manoeuvre.

WD 0.0.255c Would you like to guess who banged his head against the tall bent leaning fence on the left in this photographicalisation? Klutz! Luckily, I had my flat cloth cap on. Haha!

I observed that the washers were both free as I entered the foyer entrance. I got up to the flat, in and to the wet room. Set about cleaning and medicating the fungal lesion. Not a nice nor pain-free undertaking, but it has to be done. Let me think, that Little Inchy, Kidney Pains Kevin, The Leg Wound and Wobble Knee Neil, all awaiting appointments to be checked out, now! No wonder I sometimes get frustrated!

Then I got the laundry things and togs and down to the laundry room.

1Mon09Back up to the apartment. I pondered on what to have for nosh today. Being as I really want to try out the Sicilian Green tomatoes I had delivered from Ocado, I decided to have the ready-prepared meal that I got as well.

I’ll have the Lamb Moussaka, put plenty of extra cheese on it, with sliced green tomato, and a small baguette with it.

These tomatoes are called Marinda Natoora variety. The label says; Green-capped skins, umami flavour. So I looked up ‘umami’ on the web. Wikipedia said: “Umami or savoury taste, is one of the five basic tastes. It has been described as savoury and is characteristic of broths and cooked meats?

Ah-well, I’ll try them later.

WD 0.0.255c I got carried away updating this blog, and was an hour late in going down to move the clothes from washer to dryer! Schlemiel!

Luckily no one had needed the washer and took the things out, they were still in the drum. I moved them to the dryer, set it going, made a note of the time and back up and set the timer, near the computer so as not to ‘blob-it’ again with the drying time.

WD 0.0.255c This made me think of the missing second-hand £2 watch. I had a ferret around searching anywhere I thought I may not have looked. Of course, it was an utterly unsuccessful effort! Grumph!

I updated this blog until the alarm reminded me to go down to collect the laundry.

The workmen who were fitting the new Fire Sprinkler system were using the lifts, and it took me ages to get down to the ground floor.

As I got out of the lift, the queue of folks to get in was rather large. Nora and Penny amongst them, who I greeted with a cheery “Ah, you’re back, well done!” But not having the hearing aids in, I don’t know if I got any reply, but I did a couple of smiles. Hehehe!

1Mon10I got in the laundry room, emptied the dryer and folded the togs. Wiped the drum and cleaned the filter.

Then Penny arrived, down to do some washing. We had a natter as I put the things in the bag. She had to shoot off, cause she’d got something cooking. But you never know, but I know, that also, I had no B.O. Hohoho! Is there no end to my poetic-wit!

When I got up to the twelfth floor, I photographicalised the prep work done up to now on the Fire Sprinkler system.

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1Mon11Health Checks carried out.

Nosh prep work. Got the Moussaka in the oven, with plenty of extra grated mature cheddar cheese added. Sliced the Marinda Natoora tomato ready to put on top of the meal later. Set the timer to remind me to add the toms to the meal. I nibbled a slice, and could not decide if I liked the taste or not. They did not have a tomato flavour as any other would have, and it is hard to choose the right words, but I’ll try. ‘Nutty’ ‘Not strong, more a delicate but positive tang’.

1Mon12I noticed that a jet trail in the sky was breaking up so quickly after it had been made. The high winds, the cause perhaps. So I took this snap of it.

I put on the TV, with the timer at my side and made sure I did not fall asleep. The timer burst into life and off to the kitchen I went.

I added the tomatoes o1Mon13n top of the meal, and a small baguette as well.

When it all looked good, I served it up, and a right-treat it was, too.

The heated fancy tomatoes tasted almost meaty, very tasty and without using any salt on them as well. Excellent to use in cooking I think.

Despite tiredness dawning so suddenly, I did enjoy this gastronomic delight. A taste rating of 9.2/10 for this.

Washed the pots, during which I stopped to take these photographs of the turbulent, but beautiful-looking early evening sky.

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Then, of course, I found it harder than ever to nod-off. Eventually, I did and was so thankful.

WD 0.0.255c Both door alarms chimed out! With much strength of willpower,  and not being mentally with-it, I hauled my part-rested body, with its so irritated and pissed-off mind at being woken up from my slumber to the door. Dizzy Dennis’s previous attack was still affecting me, so I used the walking stick. It was a technician, who informed me that the fire-alarm was down and he thought the problem might be in my flat, and can he come it to check things? I was not very responsive, but I realised it was not his fault, let him in, and he did some checks. He departed saying something as he left, his body language told me all was okay now, but I did not catch any of his words.

Locked the door and back into the recliner. Of course, now I found it harder than ever to get back to sleep! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Thur 21 Feb 2019: Introspections and fear of reincarnation greeted me this morning.

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2019 Feb 21

Thursday 21st February 2019

Welsh: Dydd Iau, 21 Chwefror 2019

WD 0.0.0 00:40hrs. The vagueness of my mind took me some time in clearing away. It was as if a fog was milling about, preventing me from getting my thoughts into order for a while. I have to admit, this concerned me for a while. Eventually, the wandering introspections and musings started off. I can cope with these, I’m used to them nowadays!) Having cleared away the inconclusive, unexplainable thoughts of weevils, my ischaemia, worms in my leg wound, loneliness and fear of reincarnation, I removed my morbidly obese stomached body from the £300 c.1968 second-hand recliner.

WD 0.0.0 Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear! What a messy affair. Tsk! Washed the dandies and antisepticated the contact surfaces.

Got the Health Checks sorted out and took the medications.

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4Thu01Sys had gone down well, the Pulse remains high, and the weight, we’ll not bother mentioning, eh?

WD 0.0.0 Made a brew of tasty, strong Glengettie tea, managing without any bother to drop the milk bottle as I took it out of the fridge!

WD 0.0.0 It took me so long to clear the mess up, that the tea had gone cold by then! So, I made another and took it with me to the computer to make a start on doing yesterday’s diary updating. But, a second call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, os off to the wet room. Same evacuation style as the first visit, so much cleaning up to be done again. Washed the dandies and antisepticated the contact surfaces.

WD 0.0.0 Back to the computer and the gone-cold-again mug of tea! So, I made another, and took it with me again, to the computer to make a start on yesterday’s diary updating. Which proved to be a long time in doing. Four hours before I had got it finished. Concentration was not good, but worst of all, the internet had gone all dead-slow and jittery on me!

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4Thu03aI went on the WordPress reader for a while.

Then had some brekkers, Marmite based again. With a mug of tea that I actually got to drink! Haha!

Made a start on this blog up to here.

Then made a mug of tea I could maybe get around to drinking.

4Thu02Went to get the ablutions done. Did the midday Health Checks, cause I’m not sure what time I will get back from the surgery.

Another wee-wee.

The leg wound is looking better this morning. Leg fluid is filling up a bit, though.

I prepared myself for the trip to the surgery. Nibbles, paperwork, bus-pass and the Social Hour nibble-box all in the bag or jacket pocket. Grubbed about making sure that no taps (faucets), lights, heaters or cooker had been left on. Checked the fridge doors. Took the two black bags to the waste chute. Cleaned and sanitised the Emergency Grey Bin. Got the hearing aid put in the lug-holes. Searched for the door keys (finding them in the jammy-bottoms), and set out 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.

Where I found UN adjudicator Jenny and  Obergruppenführeress Warden Deana having a natter.Which I intruded upon. Left the nibble-box and raffle prized in case I did not get back in time from the doctor’s for some of the Social Hour later.

I departed in a better frame of mind after seeing Jenny and Deana and our persiflage, off on my hobble.

WD 0.0.0 As I turned down onto Winchester Street Hill, over the next twenty yards or so, I found an excellent array of Nottinghamian Street Art!

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I wonder if suspicion will fall on Deacon Tyres? Their premises are about 800 yards up the hill from this place where they were left?

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Personally, if I were investigating this bit of Fly-Tipping, I’d concentrate on Deacon’s cunning competitors. (A bit of Sherlock Holmes style advice here for the police, no charge Ossifers!)

4Thu07I plodded on, with only Back-Pain Brenda, and or, Kevin Kidney Aches out of all my ailments, giving me any bother. (Smug-Mode-Adopted)

As I passed by Cavendish Vale, I took this photo of my beloved Woodthorpe Court from a distance.

Not much traffic this morning along Mansfield Road. Maybe the kids are off school?

4Thu08I got into Carrington (Note the lack of vehicular activity? Very odd it looked to me that did!

I got into the surgery early, waited until the receptionist had finished on the phone, and checked in. Sat down, got the crossword book out. I had to cheat and look up a solution to be able to finish a crossword I’d been doing for months! Tsk!

I heard Nurse Ann call my name, and my EQ immediately informed something was coming that I would not appreciate. I was sent to her treatment room to await her arrival as she spoke with the receptionist. I was getting my jacked off so I could roll up the sleeve when she came in.

WD 0.0.0 She said something that I didn’t make-out. Always get her hackles up when I can’t hear what she says). In a voice that was probably heard in the next room, she said: “Are you well enough to take this injection!” – “I think so” – That’s not good enough, I need to know if you are well-enough… these cost us £125 each, you know! Are you well enough?” – “Yes!” – “Are you sure?” – “Erm, Yes!”

I felt a little discommoded at how things had gone verbally. But, being aware of the many times I have said the wrong thing at an inappropriate, untimely manner over the years. So, I was in no mood to quodlibetificate about this put-down I’d received. But, I did feel just a little bit miffed.

Another thing I noticed, was that the only times this Nurse smiles is when she is inserting a hypodermic needle, or pulling off a plaster! Hehehe!

She added when I mentioned the fluid building up again in the legs: “Make an appointment to see the doctor on your way out!” See, she does care!

WD 0.0.0 I carried out her command and went to the receptionist. Which didn’t get me very far, mind? Mostly due to my own stubbornness, I’m afraid. I explained the situation, telling her I had got an appointment on Monday for my INR Warfarin blood test, asking if I could get a meeting with Dr Vindla somewhere near the same time. As each time I have to come here, that is the end of my active day. No appointments were available for Monday or Tuesday. I said, “Ah-well, forget about it!” And ashamed with myself, I departed, to try and get back to the complex in time for some of the Social Hour.

The timing was terrible today. I left and caught a bus back to Sherwood. The L9 back up the hill was not due for forty-minutes. So, I went on a shopping spree of sorts. To the Post Office shop, and got some nibble-box bits and a Polish Sourdough sliced loaf. Then over the road, into Wilko, and got a mug as a pressie for one of favourite fellow tenant gals, disinfectant for the Emergency Grey Bin, and some bleach.

Then up to the bus stop. Where a couple of residents were waiting, and we had a chinwag. Two more joined us, and the words and laughs flowed. I enjoyed that.

I got off the bus and straight into the Social Hour hut. Handed round the nibbles, handed the China mug to the gal and had a few chinwags again.

I was fortunate enough to leave at the same time as Cyndy, and we walked to the flats nattering (Well the talking came from me, Tsk!)

In the foyer, we had a chinwag with the lady tenant who is moving to nearer her family4Thu09. I’m glad for her, a was Cyndy.

I felt a wee-wee forming up, an went to the lifts. Where Cyndy joined me a minute or so later.

A laugh and verbal banter later, I got off of the elevator, and Cyndy carried on up to her home. Lovely gal.

I got in the flat and had a wee-wee. Got the oven heating up for the chips later. Health Checks were done, and I took the medications.

4Thu13Made up the German smoked ham and tomato sandwiches with the excellent tasting Polish Sourdough bread, added the pies to the plate.

I then got some of the Aviko Thick-cut Super-Crunch Oven Chips cooking, (Contents: Potatoes, modified starch, sunflower oil, rice flour, salt, dextrin, raising agent (E500, E450), maltodextrin, thickener (E415), turmeric, paprika extract) I bought them because they were on Special Offer.

WD 0.0.0 The cooking time given on the packet said 20-minutes. But I ended up giving them 35 minutes, as I had fallen asleep in the chair waiting for them to cook, Klutz!

4Thu11They still looked to be rather pale and insipid to me.

When I tried one while taking them out of the oven, I found I couldn’t have been more wrong! They tasted so good!

I couldn’t eat anywhere near all of this meal, though I enjoyed what I did eat. I bagged up two of the meat and tomato sarnies and put them in the fridge, in case I woke and fancied a nibbled later. (In fact, I ended up having them for breakfast on Friday morning) Haha!

The usual sad efforts to stay awake to watch some TV were more miserable than ever before. Viewed a few minutes of the A-Team, nodded of waking an hour later. I watched 2Tue24several one or two minutes worth of Boon. I did better with the Pie in the Sky though, viewed a good ten-minutes worth, nodded off and woke in time to see the rolling ending credits for Pie.

I gave up and switched off the TV. I reckon I must have nodded off within seconds, for about six hours.

A reminder that I have a Toshiba TV for sale.

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’.

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

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jan24 2019

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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jan22 2019

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!