Inchcock Today – Monday 4th May 2020: Hopes fade – but not to worry, they weren’t all that large in the first place. Hehehe!

May04

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Monday 4th May 2020

Afrikaans: Maandag 4 Mei 2020

00 May 04

TFZer May Gardeners

GM2turq03 WD 150.0.100 01:25hrs: The much-hated all-around ‘Hum’ noise sounded for forceful than ever, as I was abruptly roused into a simulated form of life. Then, I so many things became noticeable by their strangeness and unusuality. And Confusion Conrad took over my thought processing for a short while, well, a fair bit of time actually! Which in my responses to, caused me a few injuries, but at least woke me up entirely. Hehehe! (Not funny at the time, mind!)

WD 150.0.100 I felt the chilly draft coming in through the wide-open balcony door. What?

WD 150.0.100 As I moved to get my lumbering wobbly-body out of the recliner to shut the doors, I realised I had all sorts of weird and wonderful things all over and around me! Pairs of washed socks, a bath towel, a bottle of mineral water, and packets of instant mashed potatoes and other stuff?

WD 150.0.100 Throwing the things off of my body to get to close the door quickly, I knocked many things off of the Ottoman.

wd 150.0.100A And stubbed the end of my foot against the metal swivel chair leg. The pain from the overgrown toenails was excruciating!

WD 150.0.100 wd 150.0.100AI got to the sliding doors, and hurriedly closed it. Trapping my right thumb! Argh!

I turned around, and the room looked like it had just been bombed! What the hell had happened? I could only think of one explanation. Nocturnal Phantasma Wanderings, yes, sleepwalking. It had to be somnambulism of some kind, indeed. I recalled yesterday’s moments of being temporarily out-of-it, was this a follow on?

As the scene was identified and the realisation that I was not dreaming sank in, then I started to panic. “What other acts of silliness had I unconsciously done in the rest of the flat?” I was about to set off to investigate, and the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived suddenly and urgently (I thought). So off to the wet room, which looked like I’d left it last night, thankfully.

WD 150.0.100 But Constipation Konrad ensured nothing was evacuated this time. Rock Solid! I did manage a weak dribbling wee-wee, though. You watch, in a few hours, I bet things change again, and Trotsky Terence gets the upper-hand. Tsk!

A quick clean up and I nervously started my search for any damage from my (assumed), noctambulations, in the kitchen.

1Mon001WD 150.0.100 I found that I’d washed a shirt and left it soaking in the bowl in the sink? The place looked like a right mess and unkempt, but this is normal. Humph! I got the shirt rinsed, fabric softened, all done, wrung and hung.

The mystery of why and how the socks were found already hanging on the rail, was not of interest to me at this time. The mind can only cope with so much.

1Mon01I got the kettle on the boil, got a mug prepped with a Thompson Punjana tea bag, and tool a photographicalisation of the morning sky, with the moon partially covered with clouds. I can use this snap later as a background for a thought’s graphic. The mind kept jumping from one thing to another topic, always.

1Mon02wd 150.0.100A As I got the milk from the depths of the refrigerator, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down, and the jug slipped from my grasp. I was impressed with myself, how I managed not to drop the pottery! Then cleaned up the milk form my naked stomach, jammy bottoms and off of the floor. Made the brew, took the medications, olive-oiled the eardrums, sprayed Saccades eyes, and made up a black waste bag.

It has been a hectic morning so far. Whoopsies, Accifauxpas, frustrations and confusion. An everyday start, really for me. I do hope that the NHS R4Vad people look seriously into the questionnaire results, on Vascula Dementia, cause I’m beginning to fret a bit over my recent mind-fumblings.

Got on the computer, faffled about on different things, no concentration this morning now. I found an email from Jenny. She has got the lemon bleach for me. Also, she’d bought some lemon mousse which she knows I’ve been struggling to find, bless her, how kind. I got the money and wrapped it in a bag, put the plonk and bits I’ve got for her and Frank, and into a carrier bag. Put it near the door to remind me, when Jen rings to let me know she’s coming,

I’ll put it outside for her to collect as we swap bags. Lovely! ♥

This reminded me about cancelling the Government food parcel, so I got the address off of the letter and went on to the Government site to follow the instructions and change things. It said to reregister and click ‘Yes’ on “Do you have a way of getting essential supplies delivered” Will stop the supply. So I did.

1Mon05b

I was pleased with the ease of getting it done. Smug-Mode-Utilised! Haha!

Both camera batteries were showing low, so I got them on charging. I got on and updated the gloomy Sunday diary. Nicodemus was acting kind towards me, but Duodenal Donald and Toothache Tim were beginning to bother me. Can’t win them all!

Went onto Pinterest, then WordPress Reader and comments, well, comment.

0530hrs: I went on another Porcelain throne visit, but that was a failure too! Things felt Rock-Solid in there. Oh, dearie me! So, I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea.

1Mon04a

What a surprise when I saw the fog!

I made a start on this blog; then I had to go on CorelDraw to catch up with the graphicalising.

1Mon06The doorbells chimed out, it was Jenny, who’d left the bleach and lemon Mousse in a bag for me outside the door. She hadn’t warned me she was on the way, so I hadn’t put the payment, wine and nibbles out for her to collect. I called her on the phone and thought I’d be able to ask her my phone number which I forgot and lost the book with the list in. Klump! She was busy, so I didn’t ask her with asking, just thanked her, and she said no hurry. Wonderful woman!

I carried on with the CorelDrawing.

Five hours later, (12:30hrs) Humph!, I phoned ILC, Obersturmführeresses and Catwalk Model Warden Deana. I had to bother her, to get Caretaker Robert’s telephone number, that was lost with the notepad of numbers. Tsk! She didn’t give it to me but kindly asked what I wanted him for, and she passed on the message, asking him if he could call to collect some bags I could not carry to the waste chute. Walking is currently the at it most painful, with the toenails etc.

The blood nurse is not coming until the 12th; I will beg her then to phone the clinic for me to see if anything can be done to assist me in getting the nails cut.

I started to make a template in advance, on WordPress and CorelDraw.

Late now, I should be getting the meal prepared cheesy potatoes and, erm, er, maybe, perhaps. I’ll have a look at what’s available int fridge and freezer.

WD 150.0.100 Ah, that changes the plan! The Leicester grated cheese, with a use-by-date of 27th May printed on it, has gone mouldy! So, agravannoying!

13:40hrs: Hello, the innards are telling me I need to use the Porcelain Throne again. But I dare not, in case the caretaker calls. Oh, dear!

Ah, well, another think on the fodder finding for my food. I have some halloumi cheese sticks, a packet of BBQ skewers, and I can have them with some frozen peas, methinks. Mind you, I’m not hungry, really, now. I was tired, yes.

I’ll have a go on Facebooking, while I wait for Robert to arrive. No, No, I won’t! I’ll see if I can get an order in for Morrisons, I could get an order without waiting for three weeks this time. I’ll give it a try!

WD 150.0.100 Got all confused, the delivery pass was not accepting my card, the same one I pay for the Groceries with! After much kerfuffle, I gave up. But, I still got an order in, for three weeks. Original order is coming tomorrow morning, and Iceland later. At least I’ve got some batteries on the list; if they arrive. I can listen to the radio in the wet room again.

I went to check on the bags at the door, and they were all gone. Bar a bag of glass jars) I struggled to get the wheeler-guide going, and went to limped down to take the bag of recyclable glass jars, and they had gone? I was a bit concerned about the caretaker, if it was him who fetched the bags for me, was not communicating with me? I got down and found him, he was a new face, (I hope Robert is on holiday and not poorly) and he had not fetched the bags, a ‘woman’ did?

With well-aching feet and toes, I limped to the lift, and dropped off the bag for Jenny at her door and rang the bell. She’ll sort out who deserves them for me.

1Mon06bThen I got the ablutions sorted out. Another mystery, but a nice-one: Shaking Shaun, Nicodemus’s nerve-end failures, Anne Gyna and Dizzy Dennis were all so kind to me. The dropsies were only six, and little bleeding. Which was pleasing, but the toes, feet and Arthur’s knees were bothersome.

1Mon06CGoing to the kitchen afterwards, I saw the change of getting a moody-photo in, using the strong evening sunshine and the shadows. I did notice that both legs had gone thin, which in contrast to my wibbly-wobbly gross stomach hanging out all over the place, which gave me the guilts.

1Mon06aI got the meal prepared and served up, and a decent one it was. Those naturally Imperfect chips are the best of the frozen ones I’ve ever had. Overall, a flavour-rating of 705/10.

WD 150.0.100 Again, the sweet-Morpheus refused to come. Sleep deprivation seems to be the thing nowadays, with the lock-down. I bet a lot of others have it as well. Especially the poor devils with neighbours above who play music and watch TV at full-blast every night! They should do what I do, and invest in a pair of headphones so that others can get some sleep, and they can still watch their telly.

WD 150.0.100I watched the TV and nodded-off, woke, watched some TV and nodded-off… for hours and hours repeatedly, before finally getting off to blissful sleep.

WD 150.0.100 Then had to get up when the innards started rumbling, to visit the Throne Room. I struggled and failed to pass again.

Back in the c1968 recliner, I changed to a radio station, some classical music was found, and slowly but surely, the Thought-Storms abated, and I was drifting off, at last…

WD 150.0.100 The landline burst forth its ring and flashed. It took me a few seconds to respond, I struggled out of the chair, banged my elbow on the Ottoman as I nearly lost my balance; silently swore, and two paces to the phone… and it stopped ringing! Grobblecockski!

I got back down again, and it took ages before I’d unwound enough to get some sleep!

WDPrightWD 150.0.100 Again, I was on the verge of slipping into bliss, and the Pillow-Shaker Fire alarm activated! False alarms have occurred a lot of times. The NCH bloke said it is when someone on Blue-tooth on a similar band is using something on their internet or ethernet, laptop, computer or Ipad thingies? Anyway, I had to get up just to check, but there was no alarm on-site or Fire Brigade attended.

I gave up, got up, knocked the bottle of water off of the Ottoman, and did some imitation cleaning in the kitchen. Hey-Ho!

Inchcockski – Saturday 18th April 2020: I am slowly being driven higher up the wall. Haha!

April 18

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Saturday 18th April 2020

Filipino: Sabado 18 Abril Abril 2020

000 April 18

GM0056Sat0403:15hrs: I woke up, with the theme tune, “Life, is the name of the game, and I wanna play the game with you” ringing in my head? It took me a while to recall where the tune was from.

It was the introduction to Bruce Forsyth’s Generation Game. What brought this to mind, I don’t know. But I do remember watching it all those years ago and being amazed at how much work Bruce put into it to make it work. My favourite Game Show of them all on TV.

On the radio, it was Just a Minute, with host Nicholas Parsons, Clement Freud, Kenneth Williams, Derek Nimmo, and Peter Jones, they were my preferred panellists. Two shows I hated to miss, and the reason for my buying my first tape recorder and DVD. Ah, they were the days!

I seem to remember getting home and putting the motorbike away in a rush, to get in and my new colour TV (Wigfalls 3/6d [17½p] a week rental) on to watch it. Happy Days! The Larry Grayson and Jim Davidson efforts at hosting the later shows, were as expected, abysmal. I just thought I’d mention it, like.

As I lay there, hearkening back to my more confident, happy and in good health days, the stomach-churning burst into life. Thus the one thing that mattered (I thought at the time), was to escape the £300, second-hand, none-working, c1968, rickety recliner, catch my balance and stick, to get to the wet room lickety-split! Which, I surprised myself in doing quickly and accident-free, Slight swagger mode adopted (Temporarily).

WDP Dec 26bWD 0.95.0 I shall not go into too much detail of the terrible, trying, tantamount to agony-ridden evacuation.  But Constipation Conrad had the upper-hand in the battle. I was on the Throne for about 20-minutes. The crossword book as tackled. Blood flowed. And all with the one line of the ‘the Generation Game’ milling about in my head. Hehe!

WD 0.95.0 Then, as I made my way to the kitchen, Toothache Terence kicked off. Soon to be joined by Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun. And extra Cocodamol was taken with the Codeine and other medications. For about five minutes, the mind-haze and memory loss had me worried. I was so close to pressing the alarm wristlet, thinking what can tell them, how do I explain what I’m going through without sounding potty? I was so pleased when things seemed suddenly to go back to my usual, merely semi-confused state. Yet, puzzled to how quickly and abruptly, things changed again.

WD 0.95.0 Of course, this triggered the fretting all over again, it always does when I have a memory blank, even a short couple of minutes one like this; I just had to check things, taps, lights, stove, door. When I got to the hallway, I found two letters on the floor.

6Sat07

One double-sided A4 from Citycare. I p[ointed out their plans an dedication to making sure we are all safe and instructed us what to do if we have any of the symptoms of the COVID-19 (Coronavirus). We have to call 0300 131 0300 – Option 1, then Option 5, between 0830am to 1700hrs pm, Monday to Friday. Being as it is Saturday morning now, I hope I do not get any symptoms for two days.

WD 0.95.0 They also kindly gave us a 107 digit email address to use. That’s a guess at the number, cause Saccades-Sandra is playing up and I can’t focus properly to read it. Luckily, Saccades and other ailments I have are not sufficient to get me a weekly food parcel. So, I shall be of no bother to them. And am so glad that Nottinghamshire County Council, have supplied Sister Jane and hubby Pete with a delivered box of food weekly. Jane told me this while she was out shopping for eggs, bacon and some wine. They didn’t take the car or electric bike with them, that remained in the new garage at the mansion on the tree-lined avenue, with the eleven CCTV cameras, burglar alarms, pressure alarm pads and wine cellar. But, I’m contented in my three-roomed flat and being isolated and unable to get food.

Shame I don’t qualify for a weekly food parcel, but there you are. I’ll just stay here, with Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying and Peripheral Neuropathy making me have accidents and dropping things, scolding myself etc., Mechanical Aorta valve replacement, Hernia Harold, Burgabasia-Bernie, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Stuttering Stephany, Anne Gyna, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion bleeding away accompanied my Haemarrahoid Harold, Fluid Retention Robert, Furesomide induced wee-wees, Craig Cramps, Dizzy Dennis, Back-Pain-Brenda, falling over when I get an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from Neuropathic Nigel’s right leg, Conrad Constipation, Reflux Valve Roger sticking, Prediabetes Petunia demands, injecting Enoxaparin in my tummy,  battling and getting injured by the Sock-glide, coping with the memory blanks, and picking at the bloodied scars from Clopidogrel Clive’s growths on my legs.

As I said, at least I don’t qualify for a food parcel, like others who have cars, wealth, health and the nerve to accept their food parcels. At least I have Jenny ♥ keeping her eye on me, and others, and a caretaker who brought me a bottle of bleach when he heard I couldn’t get enough.6Sat02

But, it doesn’t bother me at all! Tsk! Hehehe!

WD 0.95.0 I made a start on checking Emails and went to check up on the latest Coronavirus statistic.

Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed at just the wrong, the most inopportune time!

The right hand did one of its as yet rare, shooting off in varying directions, just as I was typing. The bout merely lasted a few seconds.

But it was long enough for me to get this these two windows to appear on the computer screen!

I don’t know what the fingers or hand hit to get these up, but it frit me I can tell yers!

Being a computer workings idiot is not easy. Becoming one was!

I thought I’d buggered it up now! Understanding things, working out what it was on the screen was beyond me.

Fear of losing the computer and depression took over the mind for a minute or two.

I closed the windows and sighed muchly with relief when things 6Sat03seemed to be working okay.

Maybe, if things ever get back to normal, I might be able to find a college or something that runs courses on understanding the workings of a computer. What am I thinking? with my memory? And the courses will be night ones! And Nicodemus’s nerve-ends are dying anyway, so are not going to get any better, only worse, which means I’ll have to eventually give up computing all together, that hurts!

I continued to search for the virus figures. I don’t think they are anything to get too hopeful about yet.

I went to make a mug of Glengettie and came out of the doldrums a little. Especially as I made the brew, without any spills, shakes or nerve-end interference. That was a nice change.

WDPh 01WD 0.95.0A Then, carrying the tea into the junk room, I dropped the mug! I was so low in spirits, it didn’t seem to bother me much. I just cleaned up the mess, thinking how lucky I was in not breaking the cup.

I was determined to pull myself from the darkness.

The cold sunshine went in, and a tiny few spots of a shower fell. It lasted only for a minute or so. I carefully made another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time. Then took a couple of pictures of Chestnut Walk. There was still an earthy petrichor smell already, which was lovely.

6Sat11

A couple of free parking spaces, and no illegal parking at this end of the walk, ah, Saturday innit! Oh, I just noticed there was a bit of naughty parking on the double yellow lines. I think they have wisely decided to ignore this activity, with us having so few spaces available.

At long last, I got the updating started for the Friday blog. Soon got it finished, thanks to Nicodemus being kind, and despite Shaking Shaun doing his best to knobble my typing. Haha!

The rear-end wind continues to plump and plop, but not foul-smelling. Ah, I must take a mug of Macrogol first. If Colin Cramps lets me, he’s having another bash at the poor old fingers now. Dangwangles!

6Sat12WD 0.95.0 Checked the comments. Then some bits on Pinterest. Next, the WordPress Reader. Then onto TFZer Facebooking. Then I tried to get an Iceland order in, but no luck, slots unavailable. Even if they were, I can still only be allowed one bottle of bleach. Nowhere near enough for a week for me. Thankfully, Robert, our caretaker brought me a bottle that’s getting me through for a few days.

6Sat13Much CorelDrawing, making graphics for the blog tomorrow.

Mental fatigue made me leave the CorelDrawing.

I got the handwashing sorts out. Dressing gown, jammie bottoms and socks. All done, wrung and hung. I put the gown to hang in the wet room. 

Got the ablutions done. No sock-glide confrontation, I left the bamboo socks off. The dropsies were a little higher than of late, that would be due to Nicodemus’s nerve-ends not sending any contact messages to the brain. At times this can get confusing and so frustrating. Especially when folks say, ‘Just be careful!’ Looking 6Sat19at me as if I’m an idiot.

Which is true! Haha! Because the neurotransmitters fail to tell the brain, as they come on and off-line variably and at their will.

WD 0.95.0A The shaving produced a few tiny nicks, nowt serious. Little Inchies lesion had bled only a few spits, again, no hassle; even the applying of the Cortiscord cream was not too painful. Which was a nice change for me!

6Sat18I got the nosh sorted out. Chicken breast, and tried the weirdly named Iceland fries, branded as ‘Naturally Imperfect Chips’. They were okay. The chicken breasts were a bit rubbery. Some seaweed crispies and an apple on the side on another plate. Two mini-Vienesse lemon cakes. No, that’s what they are called. I went to look at the part empty box. Lemon Whirls. A can of the delightfully tangy Clementine drink, too.

Ate it all, and I’d had my fill. Oh, the apple was awful, soft, dry! Never mind. A Flavour Score of 6/10.

I went to do the washing up and espied some dogs taking their owners for a walk in the bottom field.

6Sat17

I wish I could have a cat here in the flat, but I can understand the impracticality of it fully. I can take tumbles easily enough now, with the dizzies and neuropathic dancing legs, Arthur Itis… and a multitude of others with a ‘Let’s-Have-Inchcock-all-over-fancying’ nature. Imagine me having a pet to fall over as well! Hehehe! But it’s still sad making.

I got down in the Zyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and pilfering my money, recliner.

I watched a film all the way to the end; but with perhaps about fifteen few-minute nod-offs in between. Waste of time, I couldn’t follow the plot.

I lay afterwards, trying to ignore the rampant Thought-Storms, mostly of guilt, self-hatred, and isolation problems.

I must have nodded off eventually, cause I woke up in the morning! Hangalisationing Horror-time!

 

Inchcockski – Tue 14 Apr 2020: Adscititious, malapropos ailments today. Ah-well!

April 14

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Tuesday 14th April 2020

Malay: Selasa 14 April 2020

000 April 14

GM cap01WD 100.20.0 02:35hrs: As I stirred, thoughts of my pathetic, wretched, feeble amnesiac moment last night, and the ensuing flood, was grinding away at my brain and giving the stomach a taste of bile and acid.

I felt no self-pity for the physical pains I found myself in this morning, most of them were from the hours of cleaning up the bathroom, well, wetroom, and all the bending, the tumbles I took doing it, and all with the knowledge that it was, after all, my own fault! I hope and pray the person below has not got much of a mess.

WD 100.20.0 I fumbled out of the £300, second-hand, none-operational, rickety recliner, to the wet room for a wee. Discovering on the slow, careful, unbalanced hobbling to get there, on arrival, that boy, it was still a mess, after hours of doing my best to sort things out last night and into this morning. I had to set too again!

2Tue09

2Tue11WD 100.20.0 ac On near completion, I bent down to pick up the shower chair – and hit my cheek on edge of the lethal, cruel, cursed sock-glide, lurking ready to pounce on the seat! I quietly muttered a few oaths and curses!

Then I laughed gaily and started to sing ♫I’ve Got the Whole World in my Hands…♫ This is a factless-fiction, and a fib here, sorry!

Hahaha! I swear I heard mechanical laughter coming from somewhere! I was a walking example, (well, hobbling) of mental and physical inabilities and deformities.

I did resist grabbing hold of the glide and misshaping and twisting, contorting it, though. I realised I will need it later, the state Arthur Itis’s knees, Back-Pain-Brenda and the feet are in after all the bending down I’d just done, it would be an impossibility to get the hosiery on by hand, these knees, the back and Anne Gynas input would never let me. Oh, and I had to use Drain-Unblocker, two-bottles, get the last of the stagnant water, I’d missed last night to go down! Unblocker, all gone now, what chance of any being on sale for delivery?

Well, I’ve got sod-all done other than trying to correct my mega-Whoopsiedangle up to now. I considered having an antejentacular feast of some mini-cheddars. But as I regained a semi-perpendicular position, the humungous, wobbling stomach, plopped and bounced, and nearly had me over again! So, I desisted from picking at the Branston pickled nibbles. (A smidge of will-power there, did you see that?, Haha!)

2Tue10WD 100.20.0 I made up two more black bags of rubbish, and took them along with the five from yesterday, out and to the waste chute. Another Accifauxpas, after the struggle to carry the bags and walking stick to get there, I got in the room, okay but the first bag got trapped, stuck half-way. Trying to free the bloody free, I used the walking stick to reach to encourage it to disappear down the chute. As it plopped through, a smile nearly came on my face… but Peripheral Pete decided this would be an excellent time for him to activate the right leg, into a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing routine! Frogglemoths!

WD 100.20.0 ac Not having the stick, which was still stuck down the shaft at the time. As soon as the ten-second imitation of a cross between the Waltz and the Okey-Coky stopped, I fell in a heap on the floor. Serendipitously, all the other bags were on the deck, for me to land on! And without any pain much at all! Which thinking about it, meant that Nicodemus’s Neurotramitter nerve ends, were not on-line, else I would have felt something other than just a jolt. Of course, sometimes the message does get to the brain, but later, so I’m hoping for the best, but pleased about it at the time.

Getting back on my feet was not easy, nothing in the room other than the chute-poster lid was solid enough to be of use to me. But I retrieved the stick while still on the floor, and got myself perpendicularish, and loaded the rest of the bags, one by one. I actually felt a smidge proud as I hobbled back to the flat.

Back in the apartment, I realised how long I’d been up, and still not made astart on the blog updating! So, I took the medications, I left the antisepticating, creaming and oilings until ablution time. Once I got the computer going, the gang of Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, and Nicodemus were all kind to me, and progress was, for once, made with relative ease. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

2Tue01WD 100.20.0 Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna, and Hernia Henry were all in an opposing frame of mind with me, and the pains flowed consistently. But, that is to be expected, with last night and this morning’s physical jerks with the flood damage limitationing. But straight pain, I can handle better than most, and work with it to a limit. The nerve-ends dying and unaccountable on-off mode, and the depressions that get to me more. So, I was pleased with how things went today, on the updating. Got it emailed, and sent off to the WordPress site.

2Tue02I thought I’d try again to get an Iceland order in. Nope, but I got one in last week after seeing these similar slot graphs, so I’ll have another go later.

Send bits to Pinterest, then on the TFZer site for a good while, well over an hour.

I called Jenny on the phone, to ask if it was alright for me to take the bits up for her and Frank, and leave then outside her door and ring the bell. I got the okay. She said she would leave a note for me, to give the taxi driver in the morning, in case Stuttering Stephanie was making things awkward for me. That’s kind of her, bless her cotton socks. I think she’ll like the stuff this time, and if not, there is no one better at making sure the fodder goes to a worthy cause, so either way someone will benefit who deserves it. She will let me know what time the taxi is due in the morning.

1Mon03I made a start on this blog, better late than never. But after an hour or so, I thought I’d try Iceland again, I really would like to get some more of their own label beefburgers back in stock they are not fatty and taste delicious! This is what they look like. so you know what to look for folks. Mind you, they may not have any in stock. And…

2Tue12By, Jiminy, I got a message telling me I am in a queue! Grrreat! A couple of minutes later, and I was and giving an order. I only had 30 minutes to get it done, so could not phone Jenny to ask if she wanted anything adding, mind you, I can do that later, I think.

Blimey, they had stuff on offer, 3 for so-much, but were not allowing any more than 2 to be bought! Bleach was limited to one bottle of the one brand they had in stock. They did have some of the beefburgers in – Tadaa! But they had gone up by 85p! Still, they are worth it. I ordered a new brand of chips, called by the name of, ‘Naturally Imperfect Chips’? They can cook oven to fried, and they are so cheap at £1, I tried one on the order. They did not have any full cream milk, though, but I’m sure I can manage. The cooked meats and other stuff was one only per order as well. I didn’t order any tomatoes, the last lot from Algeria were like red ball-bearings. So, I’m hoping it all arrives for me.

2Tue13I nipped down and dropped the bag off at Jenny’s. She’s left a printer typed note for me to hand to the driver, in case Stuttering Stephanie is bothering me.

As I was coming back up,  the lower right leg started to sting, and it felt like I had worms wriggling under the skin? I took a look, and it seemed to me that the Clopidorel effect was returning again. We’ll see if the veins start bursting again. If its the spider or iliac veins, nowt to fret much over. But, it will be another story if Varicose-Veins-Victor’s bleed. Still, no need to panic, even if whatever it is, is tingling and tender at the moment.

I put tomorrows Iceland order on the Google calendar, they will be arriving twixt midday and 14:00hrs tomorrow. So, I should hopefully be back from the bank in plenty of time.

2Tue14It’s getting very late now, but I need to make some graphics for tomorrows template. I had a quick bash at the WP comments, made a brew, then got on with some graphicationalising.

As I stood up, Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna, joined moments later by Duodenal Donald in giving me some stick. As I grabbed the stick and started to hobble into the kitchen, the tingling in the right lower leg, turned to proper-pain. I don’t like to brag, but my guess looked like being right for once. The spider and iliac veins were coming through. Plenty of other ailments to guess at for this. Colin Cramps, Clopidogrel Clive, maybe Peripheral Pete.

What next? and my Doctor and Nottingham City homes don’t think I’m an at-risk old man? I’ve flooded the place and my poor neighbours below, too! I’m in agony, bleeding from various orifices and the veins… Never mind. I’ve the bonus of having Jenny keeping an eye on me and helping.2Tue15

Duodenal Donald was taking control, and I gave up thinking about CorelDrawing when Nicododemus’s nerve-ends started going on strike again. Ah, that’ll be it then. The message about the tumble earlier, must have just got through to the brain?

But not to worry, I’m not at risk. I’d better get the lesion cleaned up and medicated.

2Tue16I’m a lot betterer off than the poor mites in a 54-bed nursing home in Nottinghamshire, who have had 9 patients die from Corona-19, in the last four days! (Nottingham Post)

I’ll get something to eat then. Canned chilli con carne, haricot beans, added tomato juice and 2Tue21some Hickory.

Lemon Vienesse cakes, apple, and a can of the delicious Clementine drink. Flavour: 7/10

Yet again, sleep was reluctant to come to me. The mixed Thought Storms lasted longer than ever.

Inchcock Today: Sun 12 Apr 2020: Sister Jane, called me a poindexter today. I’ll look it up later. Hehe!

April 12

I don’t read newspapers, or watch the news so often nowadays!

2020 ttttApr12

Sunday 12th April 2020

Basque: 2020ko Apirilaren 12a, Igandea

000 April 12

GM 128.0.10005:25hrs: It took me that long to get to sleep, I slept through to 0525hrs, I can’t recall any dreaming though. But waking up didn’t seem like a reasonable idea at the time.

I’ll tell you why. As I manipulated my overly sized body mass, to jiggle a bit, to work out which ailments were active this morning;

WDP 1LdWD 150.0.100 First thing as I hedged my bulk to the right. The Pillow-Shaker Fire Alarm activated. Naturally, this diverted my disease, injuries, and bodily-scars, seeking plans, as I fumbled to get my hearing aids in, grabbed the walking stick, and with ears peeled, I went to investigate the reason. A sort of delayed realisation came to me, and a semi-panic took a hold.

  • WD 150.0.100 My apartment fire alarm was not going off, so I assumed it was the main one, which I have to open the front door so I can hear it. I did the usual touching the door handle with the back of my hand to see if it was hot. (I was pretty pleased with myself for remembering to use the left hand, in case Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters that fail on the right side of my body were on strike, [I became Smug-and-Satisfied temporarily]) Had the nerve-ends gone into failed-mode, they would nit informed the brain, and I just might have opened the door to be greeted by a wall of flame or black smoke in the mush. But no sounds heard, so I went to check out of the kitchen window to see if the fire brigade were on site.
  • WD 150.0.100 Not an easy job, with these new thick-framed, view-blocking, rain letting-in windows. The wide window ledges that stick out far too long, mean I have to stand on the stepladder to see the view below! (I bet this isn’t mentioned in the Nottingham City Homes advertising or commercial bumf anywhere!)
  • wd 150.0.100A WD 150.0.100 I had to go through to get the stepladders from the junk room and managed, with no difficulty gave myself a cracking, whinge-making toe-stubbing against the ladders as I tried to carry them and the stick back to the kitchen!
  • wd 150.0.100A I opened the dangerous unwanted, unliked, fear-giving window, and as I climbed up to take a look outside, I hit my Arthur Itis-ridden knee against the corner of the ladder platform. (I think I might have said something like ‘Oh bother!’ at the time) It took me several injuries, and a lot of time, before I found out, there are no fire engines anywhere.
  • WD 150.0.100 I gingerly alighted the stepladder. Ad sense, logicality and obviousness came over me (A rarity indeed!) I asked myself, “Why the %☺@$ hell didn’t you just go on the balcony to look? I had many answers to this self-imposed question, but none of them was realistic, believable, or sensible! My confidence, never high at the best of times, sank a little more.

I took the stepladder back. It’s hard work carrying that with the stick, a bruised toe, and a very-most painful patella; I can tell yer! As I went, I maundered on at myself and realised things were not going get any better, my EQ told me. I was mentally preparing for some type of zemblanity, disaster, or general disappointment.

Having aboulomania, pathological-indecisiveness, a lack of confidence, and inability to do anything about this makes life difficult at times. The bad memory, insomnolence, and Stuttering Stephanie don’t help much. Hello, I’m wavering toward self-pity again! Come on Inchie, buck yourself up, take it like a man… well, imitation man, at least!

I got the area around the £300 second-hand, c1968, sickeningly beige-coloured, not working recliner cleared up! I could not see any signs of nocturnal nibbling, but things were not in their usual places or positions, and slow but sure, the various ailments started kicking off as I tided up a bit. Fluid-Retention Robert had filled the legs a bit more. Blotchy Belinda has visited the groin area. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, and the blood had dried (I’m not looking forward to the medicating at all!). Clopidogrel Clive had removed no end of his spots and odd marks overnight? Reflux Roger and Hard-Breathing Boris were giving me some gip! Toothache Terence was back. And now, Colin cramps has just started on the hands and fingers.

7Sun01I tried to get a delivery slot from Iceland. It appears the yare fully booked until next Friday. Shame!

WD 150.0.100 Computing, template, the updating for hours. By the time I stopped, I had a hatred of Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, and they’re forever failing and returning, failing and… Never mind! I checked on the Amazon situation regarding the deliveries.

7Sun02

Looking good. The Mini-cheddars ‘Pickle flavoured’, should be here today. I must resist tearing the box open to get at a bag. Hehe! The wristband alerts for Warfarin will be arriving, of course, how long it will be until these ones split and break is anyone’s guess. They are from a different supplier, and a lot dearer than the others were. So, I hope that means they will last longer.

The ablutions were started much later than planned, with all the cockups and tribulations this morning. I have to make Josie’s nosh afterwards.

Back later.

I’m back.

WD 150.0.100 Ablutionisationing Report: Only the one cut shaving. A new bruise, but feeling more content.  The bruise I got when picking up the dropped bar of carbolic soap in the shower. (I can’t see myself getting any more carbolic ever again. It was hard enough to find even before the lock-down! – Sob!) I banged my knee on the grab rail while showering, I’ve a little swelling to remind me of it. I did drop the showerhead again, but grabbed at it, caught it in time, (Godsmacking innit!) and pulled it to my body, hitting a certain delicate, but redundant nowadays, part on my anatomy. (Ouch!)

7Sun04WD 150.0.100 After drying off and cleaning the shower and sink. I had a look at the ever-morphing pins. Bit for meat on them I thought, then realised it was Fluid Retention Fred’s doing! Another oddity, (my life is not short of them!), was the new bruising the knee, was showing up as white? Well, I’ll be blown! Clopidogrel Clive was attempting a comeback as well. Belinda Blotches was visiting the legs as well. And, the usual for me paleness and anaemic, whiteness, had gone a, well, I don’t really know what colour it is, deep cream or a gungy spotted pale brown?

WD 150.0.100 As I was getting dressed, Colin Cramps had a go at my hands and fingers again, causing me to drop the body spray can. I couldn’t help but the funny side. My dropping things are usually controlled by Nicodemus, Shaking Shaun Dizzy Dennis and occasionally a perhaps a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the right leg. What if they don’t like this imposter Colin Cramps doing their job? I’m losing it here!

7Sun06I got the bit of handwashing done, not a lot, as Paul Daniels used to say. The bath towel, and the thin dressing gown. No socks, the damned sock-glide isn’t going have me today! I got the towel done wrung and hung, then did the gown, and hung that in the wet room.

7Sun07Now, this makes me sound demented and a bit odd, (Fair enough I am!), but can you not see an expression of the sock-glide on the shower chair?

He looks awfully pee’d off to me. My having avoided any conflict or battles with him for two days now (I’ve not worn any socks, Hehehe! That got him!). Is he angry or sad? Perhaps he’s missing the little lumps of my finger-ends his deadly spring clip usually provides for him? Is he annoyed the Nicodemus has not made me drop or fall over it lately? The ailments rarely all come on together, but they may be planning an uprising! I’ve gone again, lost it!

7Sun03Time to get Josie’s meal prepared. I didn’t take to long to get it ready. The cheesy potatoes, (the highlight of the meal my customers tell me), had to be made with Sainsbury’s substituted for Leicester grated cheese, a mixed bag. I got it served up for the gal.

The mixed grated cheese had Mozarella in it, 7Sun04anot the tastiest of cheeses, and when warmed up got very stringy. But, beggars can’t be choosers! Without Jenny’s help, I wouldn’t have had any cheese to use. Stuck like glue to the utensils! I left the cutlery soaking in a bowl of washing up liquid and bleach for a few hours.

Not only did it get me in a mess that needed extra cleaning, but it was tasteless! But for my share, when I get it, I’ve some caramelised red onion chutney to spice it up. Hahaha!

I got carried away in making some small Good Morning photos, and side shots for the blogs, it was soon nearly 16:00hrs.

WD 150.0.100 7Sun11I went to visit the Porcelain Throne, and midway through the evacuation, the intercom chimed out! It was the Amazon man, with the highlight of the day, the pickle flavoured min cheddars, the wristlet alert bands and some pots to use to separate the seasoning.

7Sun05WD 150.0.100 I left the box until I had done the chipping off of the Mozzarella cheese from the cutlery in the bowl.

It came off okay, with a little, no, much effort and elbow grease!

7Sun12All three items were there. I got them sorted, and could almost taste the Branston Pickle flavoured mini cheddars as I did so. The pots had what I wanted in then the screw on lids, as opposed to the snap-on ones I have at the moment. There are times when Nicodemus’s 7Sun12anerve-end die on me, and it’s difficult to sense if the lids are on or not.

Not haven eaten due to my getting too involved with the CorelDrawing, I realised it would be a while before I can get my nosh. So I took a bag of the mini-cheddars from the box; and what a pleasant, serendipitous, wonderful discovery! They were 50gr packets, not as I  had expected, 30gr. I made a brew and gobbled a full pack, by gum, they were great!

WD 150.0.100 Well, the fatigue dawned, but did I stop CorelDrawing, did I ‘eck as. I was on a roll, almost as if I was on a drug-trip! I had to concede defeat to the fatigue in the end. I was struggling to get the computer to close down. my heart sank. If I lose this outlet to life, it will be life-changing.

WD 150.0.100 Then, as it does to me so often, I realised I had totally forgotten about the cheesy potatoes in the oven! Spittling-Splurging-Sparrowhawks! I scuttered to the kitchen to check, almost tripping over the walking stick in my haste.

WD 150.0.100 Ah! All was well, which momentarily confused me. How could the mash be in the oven for over three hours and not get burnt? My question was soon solved when I realised I had not turned the oven on! Well, I couldn’t remember turning it off from doing Josie’s potatoes?

I’m getting worried about my mind and memory of late.

6Sat01

My much-missed mug. RIP!

Anyroad, I put two of the Iceland beefburgers in with the cheesy spuds and turned on the oven. Draycup! I made a brew of tea, and for some unknown reason. I began to mourn the loss of my old pottery mug. It was genuine remorse, but why?

I reckon the mind is on its last legs. Tsk!

WD 150.0.100 I went to turn off the computer and was not sure if I’d hit sleep or turn-off. I fancied I’d put it on sleep, but then I’d turned off the power. I turned the juice back on, and completely forgot to press the mini hidden button, and panicked a bit! Thinking my pressing sleep, and turning off the plugs, had damaged something. It really is scary, when you forget how to turn your computer on! I was in two minds whether to mention this at all. But, in keeping with my reveal-all policy on blogging, I did. Well, you know that cause it’s written here. I’m going off-line-logically a bit here!

WD 150.0.100 I spent so long sorting out what I had and hadn’t done with the computer, and got it going alright again (Sigh of relief the size of Asia!), by the time I got back to the pots and burgers, they really had got burnt! But not too much for me, luckily I like them well-done, like this!

7Sun39I got the plate filled. Took the med’s with me, along with the fodder, Clementine drink, and the light lemon yoghourt.

The potatoes were really not good at all, the crispy bits, when applying the caramelised red onion chutney, were okay. The cheese, well, I might as well have not used it, so weak and tasteless it was. The tomatoes were not too bad. Surprisingly, the burgers were great! I wish I’d got more in now, Humph! 

1Mon06aWD 150.0.100 This made me try again to get a delivery slot from Iceland. Nope! The nosh was granted a rating of 5/10, passable, just, thanks to the beefburgers; that I cannot get any more of, the lemon yoghourt and clementine drink. The medications tasted the same as usual, 10/10, Hahaha! 

I got the pots washed, and tried purposelessly and unsuccessfully to get some sleep. Morpheous wasn’t having it again! Even the little two-minute nod-offs were absent without leave! Grobbledigrooks! 

After hours of trying to nod-off, I perused the TV channel guide, and to my pleasure, unpremeditated serendipitously found that a Red Dwarf extended film was just about to start on the box. Aha, great, one of my favourites and I hadn’t seen this one before! Oh, joy abounded! 

7Sun40I rang Sister Jane to advise her of Red Dwarf about to start on the gogglebox, thinking that xyrophobia-suffering, left a fortune in a will of someone he didn’t know, pools and lottery winner, who retired at 50 years of age and has women chasing him, tall, good looking, well-built, Brother-in-Law Lucky-Pete liked Red Dwarf.  It was not an easy conversation, Jane was on the Bollinger Brut Special Cuvée again. Hehehe! I’ll get in trouble for telling of that!

About an hour into the 2-hour Red Dwarf programme, and enjoying it immensely, that damned Morpheous came on, and I missed the rest of the film! Waking up with a start, as the closing credits were scrolling down the screen!

WDP 12bThen, could I get back to sleep again? Nope! I lay there for another couple of hours, Thought-Storms brewing, self-hatred, fears, worries, they all pestered me, before getting to sleep. For three hours!

Life is not a bed of roses!

Inchcockski – Saturday 11th April 2020: If it can go wrong, it will!

April 11

2020 ttttApr11

Saturday 11th April 2020

Sudanese: Sabtu Kaping 11 April 2020

0000 April 11

GM GreensLWD 0.40.0 05:20hrs: I finally stirred, after luxuriating in about three hours sleep. Which was tormented by dreams of a disturbing nature, of which I have only impressions, no real detail, other than it took place underground, and ghouls were in there somewhere?

Despite the scarceness of kip, I almost bounded out of the £300, second-hand rickety recliner, within minutes of my waking up? Clutched at the walking stick, and made my way dodderingly to the kitchen…

I got to the kitchen, took the medicines, applied the medications; Saccades-Sandra drops, olive-oiled the ear-holes, tincture of the tooth, creamed the Harold’s haemorrhoid’s, Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees, and made a brew, all without the need of a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne! This was not natural?

WD 0.40.0 Booted-up the computer to update the Friday post. And had to create a template for the day first! But it was a marathon job, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun all giving me a bashing. The worst, being Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerve ends, continually working and stopping, making typing almost impossible. I was continually making errors without realising it and having to make corrections. I have no doubt there will be many that I missed, which is disappointing and frustrating.

WD 0.40.0 The knowledge that I will eventually have to stop doing these blogs, as it gets harder and takes me longer every day, and knowing they can do nothing to help, sometimes get me down. But while I can, I will. I love doing them. Trying to add a bit of humour to them, must help me, in a fashion. Hey-ho, moan, groan and whine, over!

Having, many hours later got the job nearly finished, and my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete called. Obviously, the lad hadn’t received the link yet, and he likes to read it early in the day with Jane. We had a natter, and I noticed that Stuttering Stephanie was with me again, getting more frequent lately. Anyway, he and Jane sounded in fair spirits.

Jane nowthenThey have had their big monthly parcel of food from Nottingham County Council delivered. Marvellous I thought. I quoted something along the lines of, A pool’s and big lottery winner, with a car and an electric bicycle, who live in a mansion, have been left a fortune in someone’s will, get their food hamper delivered. I’m told that because my aorta-valve replacement is not disabling enough, I don’t qualify. The peripheral neuropathy and dying nerve ends, the Stroke, using a stick or trolley-guide to walk, Dizzy Dennis, falling down or into something almost every day. Dropping things several times every day, Shaking Shaun and Shoulder-shuddering-Shirley, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger sticking, Hernia-Henry, being deaf, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters dying, having Arthur Itis (Rheumatoid arthritis), don’t seem to matter to anyone else but me! It’s a good job I’m used to suffering and pain, innit! Pete did laugh! That cheered up.

I got the link sent off. Went on the WordPress Reader, and got this blog started. It took me 7 hours plus, to get this far. I fear the time is getting close to having to stop, this really gets to me. The very thought of it, brought on my depression, like never before. No point in fighting it. I stopped and went to make a brew and have a look outside, see if any of the dog walkers were out, so I could photograph them. Disappointingly, no one was about. But, I did find some photographs I’d missed off yesterday, of some doggies taking their humans for a walk:

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I all but dropped the Nikon camera, coming back in from the window again! Darned good job I had the wrist-loop around my hand! Phew!

The rest will have to be in shorthand I’m afraid. The ailment was taking over, and everything took so long. Sorry. It’s hours past my normal head-down time already.

6Sat15Posted off the ailment, and started a template for this blog. As I started to create it, the doorbell chimed out.

It was Amazon, with the Nasal spray and Clementine juice.

6Sat16I opened the spray box and left the heavier juice one in the hallway.

Back to the computer, and all sort of problems developed! The landline rang and flashed. It was Jenny, bless her. Her Sainsbury’s order had 6Sat17arrived, and Frank was on his way down with the items I’d asked to be added for me.

I hurried to put them away. Jenny had kindly written a list for me. That’ll £26 plus £13 I owe her now. The shop had substituted some bits. Mini cheddars, which I’m not too keen on, and last week they did the same, a double size pack as well. I’ve got the pickle flavoured ones arriving tomorrow via Amazon as well. She’s got some lemon yoghourt though. Tomato juice, washing up liquid, cherry-scented? And a tub of salt. Bless her cotton socks!

I tried to get the computer to take the photographs but ended up having to do it in a long-winded fashion, which cost me even more time.

I rang Jane and Pete to get my mobile number, cause I needed it to get back on the photo site. But I was too late, and it timed-out. So now, I don’t know where the heck I stand with it all.

Rang Jenny back, I was gasping a bit and Stuttering Stephanie was on form! I thanked her and told her I was going to go to the bank on Monday to get some money to pay her what I owe her with. She kindly said it was Bank Holiday on Monday, so I can’t get it then! Tsk! We nattered a bit, and we decided I’d go on Wednesday. She generously said she would write a note for me to give the taxi driver on Wednesday, asking him or her to wait while I go ion the bank, and bring me back afterwards.

Then I did some updating on this blog, but not for long. I need rest and sleep badly now.

I stopped and decided to get something for a meal. The easiest will be bacon in the oven, and a tin of tomatoes, I can use the last of the bread up with it.

Not feeling so good now. I hope to be back in the morning, to finish things off. TTFN.

Sunday Morning: 0545hrs: Updating.

6Sat18I got the meal, I had a can of tomatoes, added some vinegar and hickory to it. The bacon, I cut of some of the fat and did it in the oven. Got it served with the medications. For once a good tasty one. Flavour rating: 7.5/10.

Got the dish in soaking, and had a go at the computer problem again.

WD 0.40.0 I had more bother with the computer. Had to supply a password that was my mobile number, but I couldn’t find what it was! I rang Sister Jane at the Bratton Towers, and she and Pete eventually found it for me. But by the time I got to put it on it had timed-out! So, no progress there. Tsk!

The TV on, but of no interest, however, the need and desire for sleep were being ignored by my body and mind.

The landline burst forth and flashed. Sister Jane, concerned about the computer locking me out. Thought it might be hackers. I told her about the lack of sleep problem, saying how it doesn’t matter now about being woken up, as I can’t get to sleep in the first place. I think she might have been upset a smidge, and rang off, thinking I was moaning about being woken, which didn’t matter at all in fact.

This irked me, and I range her back, but no answer.

Switched to another programme and there was an interesting documentary on an underground city in France, and how the military had used it over the years. I thought my xyrophobia-suffering, chaetophorous, anti-epilation Brother-in-Law Pete might be interested in it. I rang again and got through this time.

There I was enjoying a great natter and chinwag with Jane, and I thought I heard a beeping noise. This was annoying me, I told Jane, and I went with the mobile in hand to have a look around. I was giving a running commentary as I investigated, but, could not find the source! Then a bleep-bleep, and I lost the connection.

I got back in the rickety recliner, and tried to ring back ‘This number is unavailable’. Huh!

Then I actually fell asleep!

Coronavirus, pavement cyclists, wars and insanity! It’s a funny old world, innit?

Inchcock Today – Friday 25th October 2019:

2019 sOct 25

2019 sOct 25

Friday 25th October 2019

Javanese: Jumuah 25 Oktober 2019

Oct 25

WD 0.0.50 02:25hrs: I woke, and again, in the blink of an eye, I was in need of the Porcelain Throne. Getting to be a habit this is. I reckon it must be the fourth morning in a row now! The task of going through the series of After-Stroke physio moves as recommended, well, more like commanded or demanded, had to be abandoned.

I tackled the sometimes laborious and painful job of getting my chunky-but-wobbly body out of the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Out of interest, I think he has since made and is operating a drone, to spy on me!

I seem to be getting the hang of this four-pronged walker now, I got to the wet room without any walking into anything, tripping myself up, or knocking owt down or over! Smug-Cocksure-Mode-Adopted. (Albeit, only momentarily).

The evacuation was quick, I had no control over this, it did it of its own accord. But, the mess it sprayed and left all over, left, took some cleaning up. Ah, well! Washed the dandies and wiped the contact points with antiseptic disinfectant.

To the kitchen, used the prongs to stand the stick upright, while I took the medications, moved the handwashing to the drier, and made a brew of tea.

6Sat05aWD 0.0.50A Walking into the stick and knocking it over, was painless… Hitting my knuckles on the tabletop counter, it should have hurt me, but didn’t at all! With the right-hand side nerves not getting messages to the brain with the Peripheral Neuralgia, this is one time I was happy to have the affliction. Hehe! The nerves-ends must have been having one of their on-strike moments when I clouted my hand! Which of course meant, when they came back on-line so to speak, I got a shocking pain and wondered what the hell it was, then realised.

I took a picture of the morning view from the unwanted, cumbersome, heavy, dangerous, 5Fri02thick-framed, uncleanable, light & view-blocking new kitchen window. It came out not too bad, I had changed back to using the Nikon camera. I’d forgotten how to change it to Night-View.  Shlimazel! Sad it is!

5Fri01WD 0.0.50 I went to fetch the till receipt from yesterday, to help me remember things for the diary updating, from the trolley-guide bag. Oops! I’d left some stuff in the bag overnight. These are the three diaries, and two boxes of chocs left to give out, the sherberts saucers, toothpaste and can of beef I’d bought from the Poundland store.

I was so determined to get on with the updating of the Thursday blog, but several things hog-tied my hopes. The hands and fingertip nerves were not in full-time use this morning, the droning whining noise that permeates all around the building was getting on my nipples, destroying any concentration, and mind was continually going blank on me, so many words I had to look up, just escaped my grey-cells! Then, the worst, but not least expected…Virgin (4b)

So, I made a written list of things to get from Morrison’s, when Mr Fries company kindly got back going, I made up an order and sent it off. I’m really weed-off. It took me until gone 7:30hrs before I got the post finished. Globangrations!

Virgin (4b)

Sodditt Down again! Going to go out!

5Fri007I got ready, and in a slightly pee’d-off mood, I set out into the rain I (again), out and along Chestnut Walk outside the flats.

The vehicles were still parked around the bus-turning island. Humph!

5Fri007cThere were car parking spaces free, but then they may not have been when the thoughtless but desperate folks parked naughtily. They may have not had any option but to park causing an impediment to the bus drivers?

It’s not going to be easily solved.

5Fri08I got to the bus stop, one chap already there in the shelter. We were soon joined by others, and a little chinwag was enjoyed. The winter leaves were falling as well as the rain. The trolley wheels will get stuck up with leaves and roadside detritus, and need cleaning-up before getting back to the flats, methinks.

2Tue10WD 0.0.50 A bit of flooding on Chestnut Walk.

As the wind blew the rain into the bus stop, the City-bound bus arrived and departed. Moments later, the Bestwood L9 came, and I ensconced my self in the corner side-saddle seat. There were many shopping trolleys and walker-guides already on the bus, and more joined them when the tenants boarded the bus. Until we got to Sherwood, when many alighted, it was a bit of a struggle to get settled comfortably. I had a natter with some other passengers, but they were too far away from me to follow the conversation correctly, but the odd smile and bursts of laughter were appreciated, cheered me up a tad.

When we got in Arnold, a complete stranger to me lady, helped me off of the bus, when she saw my arm and leg shaking. I tried to thank her, but she shot off when we got down onto the pavement. I crossed the road and went into the Wilko store, in search of their chocolate-covered peanuts. I got to the shelves where they were stored, but could not find any on show. However, I did invest in some yoghourt covered nuts, chocolate-covered brazil nuts, plain walnut-halves and a bottle of the Wilko Liquid Soapflakes. Oh, and the nuts were in recyclable packets, too!

WD 0.0.50 Near the checkouts, I dropped some bags of peanuts, and as I was struggling to retrieve them, and the same kind lady from the bus earlier appeared from nowhere, and picked them up for me! To the checkout and paid the £7.33 bill, and the shaking started as I was putting the purchases in the trolley bag and lost some packets, the till lady came around and picked up the dropped packets, and loaded the trolly-bag as well, for me! 

I seem to be coming across some kind Nottinghamian’s this week, bless them, thank you all! ♥

WD 0.0.50 Out into the rain, and I hobbled, avoiding the deep puddles, to the Boyds Store in search of some Magnesium tablets, but they didn’t have any on sale today. So I limped down to the Saver Shop, and they didn’t have any in, either. Humph!

I called into the Iceland store. I came out with a frozen Sausage & Bean Casserole ready-meal. Yoghourt peanuts and some Sherbert saucers. Paid-up, and made ‘my getting wetter by the minute’ way, to the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I got carried away again, buying fodder! I got to the self-serve checkouts with: Handwash liquid, fresh tomatoes, lemon yoghourts, Cox’s apples, a milk roll loaf, fresh mushrooms and a packet of Wholemeal slice in half cobs, that were really soft and fresh, to give to Mary when I call to see her at her flat on the way home. I’ve not seen her lately, hope she’s okay. If I cannot get to see her, I’ll ask about her welfare at the Warden’s Holding-Cell office.

5Fri09I paid the demands of the machine, (£7.84) and somehow got everything in the trolley-bag and carrier.

As I was leaving the store, I got involved in a rare Pedestrian Jam, as opposed to a Traffic one! Hehehe!

5Fri10I hobbled along, doing my best to control the trolley-walker, as it leant one way then the other, always threatening to topple over, on the hill up to High Street shelter, to await the arrival of the L9 bus.

WD 0.0.50 The bus-shelter was cram-packed with Nottinghamian’s all trying to get out of the rain. They did not appreciate me inching my way in to join them, and seemed disgusted with the trolley-guide as they were forced to make way for me. Humph’s and Tuts were heard! Hehe! After several buses arrived, the mob thinned out, though.

I did notice that Asda had added a giant poster to their self-service petrol station wall.

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I took the photo of it, then a zoomed-in shot to see what it was they were displaying. A perfect idea that; why not a poster showing alcoholic Special-Offers at a petrol station! I thought this a bit naughty.

WD 0.0.50 The L9 came, and I struggled to get on the bus, with the Peripheral Neuralgia inspired right leg, kicked-off on one its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. Talk about bad timing! The driver gave me look that said; “Bloody hell, another idiot!” After I’d settled in the end side-saddle seat, where more support is available, the leg gave-up dancing. When we got two stops, further along, Mary got on the bus! Another friendly set of passengers and a half-followed conversation and giggle ensued en route to Daybrook. Next stop, the lady who assisted me off the bus, and saved the day in Wilko’s got on, and the laughter increased. Most folks got off in Daybrook, and Mary and I had a chucklesome waffle, but I’m not sure if either of us heard the slightly hudibrastic things that the other was saying correctly or not. Haha!

WD 0.0.50 But I had an attack of cramps en route!

We arrived back at the flats, as the rain was easing off at last. I remembered to give Mary the wholemeal cobs (Nearly forgot to, though!), and we walked back to Woodthorpe Court, parting in the lift as she got off on the first floor as we said our farewells.

WD 0.0.50 I went up to the twelfth and got in making for the WC, and had a CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) wee-wee. Blimey, it came out with a belated vengeance! I had to wipe-up the splashback areas, including myself!

5Fri12I made up a sort of pot-luck, Heath Robinson affair of a stew. A can of stewed steak, added mushrooms, tomatoes and black bean sauce. Left it simmering for ages, but remembering to stir it regularly. Stripped off and got into the fresh jammies, and got the handwashing soaking in the bowl in the sink while the fodder cooked.

I had a taste of the stew when pouring it into the dish, and it was a winner flavour-wise! I 5Fri14had an apple and a lemon yoghourt for afters. I took a can of Diet sugar-free Pepsi to guzzle afterwards. My Taste-Rating was 8.8/10, Cowabunga! The light lemon yoghourt was excellent!

After feasting, and having some Milk Roll bread with the meal, I decided to get the handwashing rinsed and on the hangers or airers to start drying. They might be dry enough to wear by about February. He-he!

5Fri16

5Fri15The heat from the airers helps warm the place up a bit.

I got the pots washed. Then took a completely different to the last one, LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee, and got settled in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, recliner, and turned on the TV. Which turned-out to be a waste of time! I repeatedly nodded-off and woke again… I think I did stay awake long enough to watch the first half of the Kitchen from Hell episode but drifted off properly then.

Not that I stayed awake, although I can’t remember doing it, there were signs of nocturnal nibbling found in the morning. Lamentable Lad that I am!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 1st May 2018: Incorporating photos of Inchcock’s Hobble around town

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Tuesday 1st May 2018

Haitian Creole: Madi 1ye me 2018

0315hrs: Upon my experrection, and it was the complete opposite of yesterday, I knew I’d been dreaming but could not remember any facts about them. Just a sense that they were of a disturbing nature.

The ailments were in a good mood with me. I disentangled my misshaped rotund flobby body from the £300 second-hand recliner and limped into the kitchen to attend to the Health Checks.

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Made a brew and laid out the medications ready to take.

The readings looked more in line with what they should be again.

Off to the wet room for a wee-wee, short and sharp this time. No long marathon, but it was a little uncomfortable and tingly; if that is the right word?

2Tue01

Back to the kitchen and took the medications.

The blotches on the head and face seemed to be easing off a bit too, although still there, they are not as vivid as on Monday morning. I seem to have acquired a yellow tinge?

I made another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold, taking the first sip of it, and butter my butt and call me a biscuit; I had to go to the Porcelain Throne!

A long, drawn-out session, very messy. Much cleansing to be done afterwards. I a[[lied the much needed Germoloid cream. Wiped the surfaces and contact points with the Dettol antiseptic, and back to the kitchen.

2Tue03Where I made the third small mug of tea this morning, both the first two went cold! Tsk!

I stood drinking, looking out through the bottom pane of the kitchen window. Seeing the Copse out there, I decided, as it seemed to look dry now, too have a wander through and up the beaten path within later, to satiate my nemophilist tendencies.

2Tue02fI heard one heck of a noise, that seemed to have come from the hallway area. It sounded like an elongated crunching noise, similar to stones being crushed?

I took a good look around but could find nothing that I thought may have been the cause of the sound.

Too early for the workmen chaps to be doing anything yet at 0700hrs?

1Mon001

A few curses, bangs of the head on the wall, turning on and off, and it returned. Humph!

I had a go on the WordPress Reader. Then commenting. Then went to get the ablutions tended to.

2Tue04Sorted the three bags of recyclables and waste rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute.

Set out to call at the Wardens Hut to see Cathy.

The morning looked and felt nice and warm, with little wind about.

The tree copse still looked a little thin on the ground. I hope it will blossom out and thicken later. Got in the cabin, and no one else was in. At first, I thought I might have got the timing wrong. It has been known, Hehe!

Obergefrieteress Warden Julie was in the office, and I asked her about the leaflet about what still needs doing in the flats. She rang Cath, but she is not in today. I’ll call in tomorrow on the way to the blood test methinks. Providing I remember of course.

2Tue05The place filled up with residents after a few minutes. Much laughter and gossiping ensued between them all.

As I left to join the others who had all abandoned me Haha!, out at the bus stop, I took this photographicalisation of the Winchester Court block of flats. They are really getting on with this upgrading, now.

2Tue06I caught the bus into the City Centre.

On Hockley, they are and have been for many months now, getting the old Woolworth site prepared to start building something or other in its place.

A Sold sign is now up on the site boarding, whatever it is.

2Tue07I got this picture while the bus shot passed the Victoria Centre.

I think the sunshine might have cheered up the unemployed, street performing, shoplifting, Nottinghamians this morning.

For the usual scowls and depressed stares, were mostly absent as I looked around.

2Tue08I got off the bus on Queen Street and walked down and through the Slab Square.

There were plenty of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists buzzing about.

This one had just cycled down Friar Lane and onto South Parade the wrong way and then cut onto the slab square over the tramlines. I decided not to photograph any more of them, for there were too many of them, 2Tue09and I was getting dirty looks from some as I took this picture.

I crossed over South Parade at the tram stops and made my way to the Poundland store to see if they had any of the Pork Farms pies on sale.

I had a hobble around the place. And ended up, purchasing too much stuff.

A pack of three small tins of baked beans, three multi-packs for the nibble box, tins cooked beef in gravy, and some Stilton and Leicester cheese flavoured min-cheddars.

2Tue10Paid-up on the self-serve tills.

Left and walked down to St Peter’s church and pictured the bell tower and clocks.

WDP03a As I did so, a bloke on his mobile walked into the back of me! He apologised and helped y pick up the bag he’s knocked over and put the items back into the carrier with me.

2Tue11I made my way up the Flying Horse Walk shopping alleyway.

There is an art gallery on there, and I had a perusal of some of the stuff on sale.

This painting, about 15″ x 15″ in size was, to my mind, a little childishly done. But, the shop was asking £249 for it. Blimey!

WDP03a 2Tue19A little further along, I called in ‘The Cheese Shop’, because I espied some appetising looking Melton Pork Pies inside.

See what cost me? Fiddlesticks, begorra, goodness gracious me, stone the crows, chuffing heck and Well, fancy that! £4.25!

Humph, what a gullible boy I am! I just hope it’s worth it when I taste it later!

2Tue21I walked up South Parade and got to the end of Clumber Street. I stood under a tree and prevaricated deeply!

I was shilly-shallying now; should I visit the Jessop camera shop and purchase myself a new Lumix camera or not? I pondered on the fact that I didn’t really need one – I could manage with the Nikons I already have, the old tiny one for using when out and about and the new powerful one to use when at home and there is less chance of anyone stealing it? I began to think favourably about this option.

Then, I thought of the Lumix that has died a death on me, and all the beautiful shots I’ve taken with it and how it is easy to carry around in my pocket. I swayed and pontificated about the fantastic view-finder built in and how much easier it is to see things with it… Yea or nay? After a little more traducing with myself, I decided to buy the camera after all.

I went into the shop, and a young lady approached me to see what I wanted. (Although after I managed to escape her clutches, I put her actions down to being more of the nature of ‘How much can I get the old git to spend!’)

Did I want the extended three-year-warranty? Me: No thank you!

I can do you a deal on a five-year warranty if you like, for only… Me: No thank you!

Do you need an SD card for the… Me: No thank you!

A case for it? Me: No thank you!

A tripod, we have some… Me: No thank you!

A spare battery, always a good idea to… Me: No thank you!

A strap? Me: No thank you!

It can accommodate an External Flash, for only… Me: No thank you!

We have camera bags on offer at… Me: No thank you!

At this stage, the girl was beginning to look nonplussed, and slowly she accepted that her efforts were futile. I think she actually thought my determinate was worthy of some 2Tue12amerit, and took my money and wished me a good day.

She looked drained after her best efforts had failed to get me to spend more dosh, the poor gal did.

I think the growling I thought I heard as I walked out of the door, was in my imagination. Hehe!

I was unsure if I’d done right or wrong in spending over £200 in one go, but walked down onto Long Row and took this semi-moody 2Tue14effort.

I started to hobble up Queen Street on my way to the bus stop to catch the L9 bus home.

The eateries did not exactly have a roaring trade. However, the coffee addicts shops were doing alright.

2Tue15Halfway up the street, I took this effort of the Council House dome and Little John’s clock. Not too bad, considering I used the tiny Nikon camera I suppose.

The lone Christian singer was giving it some vocals at the speaker’s corner slab. He’d got some Far Eastern fans taking his photo and recording him on video today.

2Tue16I had some to wait for the bus to arrive.

So I walked up to Upper Parliament Street, turned left and went to the top of Norfolk Place and took a photo down the hill.

The building on the corner down the hill on the right, are University student one bedroom flats. They are £162pppw, (Plus £12 electricity) inclusive of electricity, water, rates and contents insurance. I don’t know what the ‘pppw’ stands for, though? Can anyone help, please?

2Tue17

I watched the traffic and let my mind wander a little about nothing until the bus was due. Caught it to go home. The neighbour chap from two flats away got on with me, and we had a chat en route. I discovered he also worked at Pork Farms and he told me many incidents he saw, good and bad. It was enjoyable listening to him.

I got in the flat and went for a wee-wee. A painful one, Tsk!

2Tue20Putting the purchases and the chaps putting on the insulation to the outside wall kept appearing and disappearing.

They responded to me thumbs-up anyway.

I got on to updating this load of rubbish. Took me ages to get done with all the pictures I’d taken on my trip to town. Had a few wee-wees as well.

1Mon001

When I went to do the Health Checks, the sky looked so amazing, I took three photos of it. Using the new Lumix, with the battery from the old model. Then I got the new battery into the camera and got it on charging.

2Tue18

Got the sliced potatoes and added a few bits of grated cheddar cheese to some of them.

Off for another wee-wee.

Meal prepared.

Not a bad one either, apart from the £4.26 Prok Pie. It’s only redeeming feature is that it had a decent amount of jelly in it.

Overall an Enjoyment-rating of 9.1 was awarded.

I got the TV on, in the hopes of falling asleep.

WDP03a Suddenly out of nowhere, Craig Cramps attacked the left hand and wrist with some venom.

I got the medications taken, with an extra painkiller and a good rubbing in of the Phorpain gel, and then did the Health Checks done.

WDP03a Then the brain went off on one of its getting more and more frequent rambling dereistic thinking patterns. Keeping up with sorting reality from dreams, hopes and fears from each other was impossible. How long this went on for I don’t know, the next thing I recall is waking up at 0315hrs in the morning.

At least I got some rest in of sorts. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 14th April 2018: Regretfully, a bad day.

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Saturday 14th April 2018

Polish: Sobota 14 Kwietnia 2018

0149hrs: I gently gleaned and gelled with my surroundings. The brain engaged, albeit in a muddled apathetic fashion. There was no fretting and worrying this morning (Not yet anyway), but an indifferent and a rare apatheticness lingered.

It seemed my exit from the £300 second-hand recliner and trip to the kitchen was done in automaton mode. I found myself getting out the sphygmomanometer and doing the Health Checks, still in part-robot-style. No recollection of getting there to do this? The inconcinnity endured, and it took a while for my usual concerns, fears and worries to return to their usual place – at the forefront of the mind. I enjoyed these few minutes of freedom from hassling thoughts and matters – it may have confused me, (It scared me too) yet I was disappointed when this lack of haranguing ideas started to wear off. (I wonder if a psychologist could help me with this? Hehe!)

As I was doing the health checks and taking the medications, all the mind-troubling hassle and worries came back and off went the grey cells, on their mission of illogicality, stewing together of my fretting, concerns, fears and the nervous chagrining had reinstalled themselves in the Inchcock brain.

6Sat001Made a brew and finished the Health Checking procedure.

Took the medications and made my way to the computer. Sys was still low compared to the usual readings, and the oscillation was down even further. I’ll have to look it up, but I think it is within range?

Started off the finalisationing of the Friday diary on WordPress. Getting it sorted and posted around 0400hrs!

Not feeling too well now. Queezy and lack of concentration, stomach started rumbling. Splitting headache came on, even a bit of a dizzy spell. Bit concerned about this.

I went to the windows to take shots of the different views.

 

 

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Read and replied to the two comments on WP. Then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader section.

5Fri17 0800hrs: The noisy neighbour upstairs has started banging about.

On to CorelDraw, creating some page top graphics for future use.

5Fri17 0930hrs: The noisy neighbour upstairs is still, banging about. I might have just to move, at least then I’ll be free of the upgrading hassle. But then again, this will not guarantee me any peace on the weekends, for I know not what any new neighbours will be like, do I?

I like the people, apart from that noisy Herbert up above. I’ll take a walk to the Guinness Home tomorrow and have a chat with them I think. Oh, no, Sunday tomorrow. Very disappointed in response to my the last complaint made making no difference. In fact, he is worse today than he has ever been! Possibly my feeling unwell makes it seem worse.

I did some more Graphic work, but concentration was hard with Herbert’s noises.

I put the oven on to warm up ready to use later, to do the cheesy potato.

5Fri17 Christ! It sounds like he’s dragging something metallic and heavy around the room above now. Driving me potty. None stop noise at the moment! And, I can hear them without my hearing aids in!

I’m afraid I just shouted out at the top of my voice for him to go forth and multiply, using two words! I feel ashamed of myself now.

5Fri17 1230hrs: The noise continues, and I am getting depressed with it, now. I can’t concentrate at all, turned off the computer. I’ll continue to monitor the noises on my notepad to add here later.

6Sat08The day brightened up a bit.

I got the Health Checks done and the meal prepared. Pork Knuckle, cheesy mash, tomatoes, bread, seaweed and sliced apple.

Very nice, despite the damned noise continuing from up above.

I was concerned that I could have made an error, and the noise was from the giant crane outside that was removing the Orange Mobile Communications mast from the top of the roof. I might have enjoyed looking at the works if it were not for the noise coming from above and my feeling uptight, and now, Duodenal Donald is giving some stick. I did take some photographs though, I’ve put them all here for you peruse.

 

 

 

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6Sat09I managed to trap my hand in the narrow gap in the windows when I was getting the camera back inside.

The ulcer was getting worse, so I did the Health Checks, and a took a few swigs of the ineffective Antacid medicine. Took an extra Omeprazole capsule too.

5Fri17 I knew things were not so good when I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner, and there were no signs of sleep whatsoever. I was all twisted-up inside with the noise coming from above. Duodenal Donald was terrible, and Dizzy Dennis visited me a few times. This is not good. I’m dreading tomorrow and more noise from the Git upstairs. Feeling so drained and weak. I can’t handle another noisy day like today. I pray that it will not be as bad on Sunday.

5Fri17 The noises continued on and off until around 1700hrs or so. Although, they may not have, for I had the headphones on while waiting for sleep and listened to the TV, but had the volume loud which meant I could not understand most of what was being said, and this might have drowned out any noises? Of course, there was no chance of me hearing any alarms that might have gone off. I’m in a right mixed-up depressed state at the moment.

Not sure when I managed to get to sleep, but it was hours latr than normal.

Sorry the day was dismal. If odd-knob upstairs is not noisy tomorrow, I’ll cheer up again.

Cheers.

Inchcock Today – Monday 2nd April 2018: Another death in the building, something else stolen from a flat, the Odd-Sock Syndrome returns, Rain, snow then rain again, Virgin Internet kept going down, and Crampy Craig attacks. Just a normal day at the Winwood Apartments. Hehehe!

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Monday 2nd April 2018

Esperanto: Lundo 2an de aprilo 2018

00550hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner within minutes of waking. Some form of rare-determination and will-power had overtaken my usually tepid yet obedient to psychosis and wandering off of on its own accord vacillating route and path of my mind.

1Mon05I collected the ready to go laundry bag with togs and accoutrements and was off and down the lift by 0112hrs.

Into the laundry room and got the machine going in a couple of minutes. Then back up in the lift to the apartment and straight on the computer to start creating this post off.

The time flew, 1Mon01aand it was soon time to go back down and move the laundry into the dryer.

A belated note about another of our clan of residents passing away. We’re dropping like flies this year!

Back up to the flat again, had a wee-wee and made a brew.

Odd that no Porcelain Throne demands had been made yet from the innards?

I got the Health Checks tended to. Made up the graph for the nurse on Wednesday’s blood test.

1Mon07

1Mon07aAs I was taking the medications, I wondered whether I should still be swallowing so many of the pink Trental Pentoxifylline tablets. I was prescribed them before the heart operation years ago.

I looked them up. The first site said; “These medications work by improving blood flow in the arms and legs. Pentoxifylline is used to treat chronic circulation disorders of the arms and legs, such as intermittent claudication (peripheral arterial disease) or trophic ulcers due to a poor blood supply.” I dug further, did a search with the name and heart, and got: “For patients with chronic occlusive peripheral vascular disorders of the extremities.” The last page indicated; Side Effects

1Mon07b

The information possibly goes a way to explaining things. I might ask Dr Vindla about this later. They had mentioned possibilities relating to current ailments: Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna and Dizzy Dennis?

1Mon01bDown to collect the laundry from the dryer.

Noticed another new sign on the notice board this time, a plea from the owner of a Glade Air Freshener spray, who lives in flat 21, for it to be returned by whoever nicked it!

Add this to the things stolen from the Obergruppenfurher Wardens Temporary Shed and Social Hut, and I think we may have to call in Columbo, Frost or Sherlock Holmes in to sort them out. Hehe!

1Mon08Extracted the clothing and got it folded and into the bag. Cleaned the filter and drum and found yet another odd sock!

Up to the apartment with the bag, and got it stored away.

It was 0320hrs when I had finished all the laundry room duties. Good going eh?

I did take a photograph of the electronic signboard near the lifts, but that too disappeared into the ether! I’m getting fed-up with this happening!

Just like yesterday morning, I heard that loud noise as if something was falling and landing on something hard? But there was no way could I identify where it was originating from. Most annoying.

1Mon01I then updated this blog to here. Then, finished off the Sunday diary.

Went to make a small mug of tea. Waiting for the kettle to boil, I went in the spare room to have a search for the odd brown sock. No luck!

But I did take this photo from the window. Bit of a ‘Moody’ one, do you think?

Back to my beloved computer to Check the Emails. Can you believe it!

1Mon001

Luckily it returned in a few minutes. But going so slow now. Took me ages to get the email postings done.

WDPBL The flat has turned cold suddenly. My legs felt so cold too. I went around to check the windows and door were all shut and closed-to. The door was closed and locked. Spare room window, the wind was coming in through the two areas awaiting filling-in. The Kitchen window frames not letting anything in, but where the vast regions are also pending filling-in were, not only wind but rain was coming in! The front room, where the deeper holes around the outer frame, where I can see the pebble-like stones that fill the outer wall, it was moving the curtains with the incoming wind!

Back to the kitchen and made a mug of tea – and had to leave it to get cold, due to the startlingly accelerated need to use the Porcelain Throne! Another multi-coloured evacuation today, but far less messy with it, and no blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. So glad I invested in the Germaloid cream, now! The fungal lesion was a different story though, fresh and dried blood everywhere. Still, it is a quotidian event recently, so no surprise to me.

The tea was still just about warm enough to drink, so back to the computer.

I made the WP comments, then went to the WordPress Reader section. Next, back onto CorelDraw to create the header graphics for seven days, and save them to drafts. It took me over three hours, but I was pleased I’d got them done.

During these three-and-a-bit hours, boy did the weather change!

1Mon17

Did the Health Checks. Then back to the WordPress Reader then Comments.

I wish I could send some of the rain to Alburquerque for my cyber-friend Tim to have. There’s a bit of a shortage of precipitation in New Mexico. Thinking of this reminded me that Tim made a comment on Saturdays post, which made me larf!

“From Tim Saturday: Ace Inspector Inchcock comes in on the scene of a murder. “What do you think Ace Inspector?” asks one of the officers on the scene. “I think I have to wee-wee.” Replies Ace Inspector Inchcock. While standing at the urinal waiting for his prostate and bladder to reach an agreement, he looks up at the ceiling and reads “What are you looking up here for? The joke’s in your hand!” After a few chuckles, Ace Inspector Inchcock says “That’s it!” “What’s it?” the officer asked as he walked into the wet room. “The Joker!” Replied Ace Inspector Inchcock. “The Joker did it.” And the brilliant Ace Inspector Inchcock solved another murder.

Hehehe! It tickled me.

1Mon001

Made a mug of tea again, and did the third Health Checks. Tidied the wet room up.

Noise from BBJ above. Got the oven warming up, ready for the meal.

Feeling drained as well, now.

2Tue02abGot the meal served up.

An Asda-Walmart Cumberland Pie with extra cheese on top, half a mini-minced-beef puff pastry pie, tomatoes, mashed potatoes with cheese and some seaweed.

Followed by a lemon mousse and a mug of fresh orange juice.

Ate it all up, then tried the internet.

Computer back on again.

2Tue02adWDPBL Not that I could do much on it, as Craig Cramps came on in the left hand and fingers. I couldn’t have picked my nose let alone type accurately.

Went for a wee-wee, that was interesting with the fingers all bent, painful and uncontrollable. Hehe!

I turned off the computer, too tired mentally to concentrate, anyway.

Another wee-wee and I settled down for an extended period of nods-off-waking-ups.

Huh!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 10th January 2018: Busy day

Wednesday 10th January 2018

0145hrs: Seemed to shoot awake and found myself looking around the room for an old lady who had been in my dream, and blimey, it felt so real.

The lady floated down through the ceiling and hovered above me, then sank down and stood in front of me – I got the sensation that I knew her, but was aware even at the time, that I didn’t? I thought, this can’t be a dream because she has a shadow, so she can’t be a ghost either. The whole thing only lasted a few seconds; well, it felt like it to me. She spoke with the most beautiful Welsh accent: “You must not donate, they will come for more, and you will fatally give more… Remember this, my love…” and she faded away while blowing me a kiss?

Afterwards, I thought, perhaps she got the wrong address? Hehe!

Not the most interesting of dreams to remember, but I felt so much like it was actually happening.

I had to pull back my mind from this and make an effort to rise out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. This session could best be described with two words: Messy and Yellow! We’ll say no more. Cleaned up and off to the kitchen.

Did the health Checks and took the medications. Made a brew and got the computer on to finish yesterday’s post and sent it off.

0240hrs: Remembered that I needed to go down to the Laundry room and get the clobber cleaned, so I did. Collated the equipment and washing, down to the foyer on the way to the cleaning room.

Three new posters from Jenny, on the wall. The saddest sign of the year greeted me on the board facing the doors as I got out of the elevator. Dear old Eddie has passed away. An amazing man, who everyone liked or loved, a treasure lost. This photo I took is of Eddie enjoying his tipple on 16th December 2016 in the Social Hut. Cheers mate! Of course, now I am banned from making any snapshots of the residents nowadays.

Another poster was on the wall, from Jenny. (Busy gal!) informs us of a possible sneak thief in our midst!

I’d have thought a CCTV camera would have been installed in such an establishment as this. Not only or primarily to catch or identify naughty people, but to monitor the health condition of the Senior Citizens. Even those stealing from other pensioners! Just a thought.

Last of the posters, might seem inconsequential compared to the other two. But, it is kind of Jenny to remind us of this availability on a Saturday, and for opening it up for our use if wanted. Personally with the buses on a Saturday being only every two hours, and a total of four, if I go out on a Saturday, I tend to get confused and often miss the bus back.

I don’t know why I mentioned that, cause I get confused most days. Hehehe!

Got the washing in the machine and back up to the apartment.

Started to do this post, then back down to move the washing to the dryer. Oh, dear, the dryer filter looked like it had not been fluffed-out for several washes. And the sink was disgusting! Looked like someone had been plastering a wall and cleaning the tools in it! I’ll take some spray down with me on the last trip.

Up to the flat. Took this photograph out through the window.

No frost or ice this morning.

I started this post updating. Time flashed by and back down to the launderette to collect the clobber and titivate the room a bit.

Got the clothes folded and packed into the bag. Cleaned the filter and wiped the casings.

Then tackled the sink that someone had left in a right state. I reckon it might be one of the new tenants because this has never occurred before.

Naughty Tenants!

The grime took a long while to get cleaned off; it had an alabaster-like texture to it.

I opened the washers to freshen the insides a little, and in the first drum, I found more alabaster-like patches stuck on it?

So I cleaned them off, but they were easy to remove, not like those marks in the sink.

Then, as I was opening the door to leave the room, Hernia Harry started giving me grief suddenly? This might have been caused by the bending down or scrubbing away at the sink. Either way, he was not welcome! Hehe!

0435hrs: All the clothing stored away, accoutrements placed in the laundry bag ready for use on the next wash. Kettle on and made a brew. As I sat down to continue with the updating of this post, Hernia Harry again let me know he was active.

Did the graphic above of the dream and put it at the top of this post.

Made a graphic for the TFZers:

Nearly time for the ablutionisationing. Quick bash on Facebook and WordPress reader, them off to scrub-up.

Teggies done, then shaved. A Jolly nice shower was taken. Medicated the areas in need and got the rubbish bags to the and down the waste chute. Tried to make sure I had everything needed.

Took this photo just before leaving. The mist cleared, but the rain did not.

And guess what I forgot to take with me. My hat! I realised when I got out into the rain, Well, I would wouldn’t I? Haha!) Too late to go back up now to fetch it, I thought if I did, I’d miss the bus. I’ll see if I can buy a cheap one while I’m in Arnold.

Got to the Obergruppenfureresses Hut and had a quick chinwag and laugh with some other residents. Then caught the bus into Arnold. Nice chit-chat with a lady passenger. Made her laugh a bit, and that cheered me up.

Out in the rain and into another shop. Every one also too large. I popped into the Poundstretcher and got some black waste bags and a fabric refresher.

Called in the butcher and got some shop-cooked belly pork. Then in the big store and checked out their hats on sale. Every cap was too small, apart from one that was far too large.

Walked, getting wetter as I plodded on, to Asda (Walmart). First I went into their clothing section, and believe it or not, every hat they had was too small for me!

Spent a good while nosing around the food shelves and ended up getting: Four more tins of the curried baked beans, pork steaks, tomatoes, mushrooms, nibbles, a parsnip, a turnip, green beans, sliced red onions, sugar-snaps, Cox’s apples, orange yoghourts, and a TV Magazine.

Paid the nice gentleman on the till what I owed and made my way to the bus stop. Where I met fellow tenant Roy from the fourteenth floor. Good chinwag. Welsh Bill and four other residents got on the bus in Sherwood. Welsh Bill said he had now sorted his radiators out, he hoped. The Company that manufactured them told him to reset to factory standard. Which he did, and all seems well now, but he has not had a monthly bill yet, so he’s see what happens then.

All off the bus and they all went into the Social Hut. Roy caught me up before I got to the flats and I told him about Polish Eddie, pointing out the notice Jenny had put up about it. His only concern was the stealing of the Bone China cups. The other fellow with us, kind chap (I hope he is not the noisy Herbert from above me – He wasn’t, he got out of the lift on the 11th storey) Said our farewells, and I got into the apartment and had a wee-wee.

I was about to get the fodder unloaded as one of the Willmott-Brown external platforms came up passing the kitchen window. Although I didn’t catch them by the time I got the camera out, there were three women workers on it. That could be awkward if they found any bloke stripping off in his bedroom? Hehe!

I had a terrible thirst on me. Guzzled no end of orange juice from the fridge.

Unloaded and checked the items bought with the receipts. No overcharging today. Although some git gave me a five-Peseta coin in with my change! Humph!

Got two of the pork thingies, Shoulder Steaks, that’s them, and trimmed some parsnips and turnips, plopped them all in the slow-cooker with some pork gravy granules and a drop of Maggi in the water. The sugar-peas and green beans I can cook separately later in a saucepan afterwards.

Took the hearing aids out and noticed they needed a little TLC.

Got the tools out and de-waxed them, poked the tubes out and washed them. Then changed the batteries.

I was pleasantly surprised at how the fingers let me get the task done. No freezing or twinges. Then I realised that apart from the still stinging poor old feet and Little Inchy bleeding, the other ailments seemed to be giving me a break today? Good Stuff!

Putting the things back in the medical drawer and shook it a bit, and the Enoxaparin needle fell off of the top and shattered. As I recall now, I might have muttered something like “Well, fancy that!” at the time.

Poured out another giant mug of orange juice and got the computer on to update this diary.

Half an hour or so later, I went to check on the crock-pot and remove some fat that had floated to the top. And refilled the mug with orange juice. Why this thirst? Is it due to the radiators? Can the Aliens take the blame? Have I got a cold coming on?

The tiredness dawned. And I decided to set the alarm clock to remind me to check the pork and get my head down for a bit. One last check on the crock-pot before I got my head down, and to my surprise, the pork was well cooked and ready. No head down for me yet. I turned down the slow cooker and got the vegetables cooking. Sugar peas and beans in one saucepan and mushrooms with Soy sauce in the other and prepared them quickly. Got two part-baked cobs in the oven.

Can you see the face in the pork steak?

Picked out the turnips and parsnips from the cooker, then the pork onto the plate. Put things in the sink to soak as I went along. Added the veg and sliced tomatoes. Added the chips, two cobs and lemon mousse to the plate and got settled to dine rather well, I thought. Another mug of orange juice.

I purposely ate slowly. Savoured this much-better-than-of-late feast. Rated this as a 9.4/10 effort. I think cooking the parsnips and turnips in with the seasoned pork turned out to be a good idea. I slowly voraciously devoured and decimated all in front of me. (Not the cutlery or tray, you understand? Hehe!)

I put the dish down and drifted off into slumber. Woke-up shortly afterwards in desperate (I thought) need of the Porcelain Throne. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease and lack of pain and got myself seated on the Throne… wind and nothing else evacuated. Read a bit of new book while waiting. I was well-awake of course by the time I gave up, still have the sensation that I needed to ‘go’.

Took this photo of the rather beautiful sky.

I washed the pots up, feeling in a sort of haze of thoughts, everything and everything seemed to come into my mind for pointless considerations. Terrorism, Brexit, the radiators in the flat, Hippy Hilda, which tea-bags were the best, Poor old Eddie, Fooey, Dad, the lack of buses, hearing aid problems and I felt sorry for Teresa May having to cope with the mess that the coward Cameron had run away from, sorry for my not getting a proper education. Oh yes, the mind did its own thing, wandering off on tangents and I just let it go.

Which was not a good idea as it turned out. Cause I got the pointed end of the steak knife stuck down a fingernail while drying the pots! Still, it brought the mind back to reality. Haha! It also made me realise I had not done the Health Checks nor taken the medications, so I belatedly did so.

Once again I got settled down. I think the mind must have felt guilty at letting me stab myself and gave me a rest so I could nod-off quickly, which I did.