Inchcock Today: Tuesday 19th June 2018


Tuesday 19th June 2018

Yoruba: Ojobo 19 Oṣù 2018

0400hrs: WDPBL Woke up to Neuralgia Nigel’s stabbing pains giving me some stick, and they stayed this way all day, on and off. Tsk! I’ll ask to see the doctor in the morning when I go for my blood test… Oh, hang on, they have not given me an appointment again? I’ll have to go to the City Hospital for the INR Warfarin test, then make my way to the surgery to beg to see the doctor. Tsk! By the time I get to the hospital, then get two buses to the Sherrington Park Medical place, the day will be gone. Ah, never mind.

It felt a bit nippy this morning, so I extracted my body from the £300 second-hand recliner and got the dressing gown on. Doing this, I noticed how the legs were almost thin now? The water retention must have had a leak? Hahaha!

2Tue01Caught my reflection in the kitchen window as I was getting the Health Checks things prepared. (A bit of a shock, but I’m alright now, thanks. Hehe!)

Took a selfie, to show how pale and pasty I appeared. The blotches had returned as well. Innit odd how I wake up a different person nearly every day?

I like the ghostly hieroglyphics on my forehead. Another mystery, possibly an alien visit during the night? Haha!

I pondered over which ailments were currently hassling me, and those giving me a break. Neuralgia Nigel, we know about, he is very persistent at this time. I could sense I’d been bleeding from the Fungal Lesion again overnight. Must go and clean things up after I’ve done the Health Checks. However, these ailments have ganged up together to all take a break from giving my grief, bless ’em: Haemorrhoid Harold, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Hippy Hilda, Hernia Harry, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Steven, Collywobbles Colin, Water-retention Rupert, even Anne Gyna at this time, all at peace. A rare event. How kind and sympathetic of them! Shame that Nigel is not in the same frame of mind, but that would be too much to expect.

Got the HC’s done.


2Tue02abBrewed up and got the medications taken. No creaming, lotioning or medicating done yet, I think I’ll do them when I get the showering session.

On the computer and updated and eventually posted off the Inchcock Today Monday diary to WordPress.

A call came for me to utilise the Porcelain Throne. But, it wasn’t the usual urgent one, just a gentle reminder. You’ve no idea how this pleased me. These ailments being so considerate can be very worrying to me, you know, Ha-ha! I strolled into the spare room to get some PP’s from the box and noticed how rather fascinating the view was from outside. That blue hue is lingering again, I thought it well worth photographicalisationing.


WDPBL I’m sorry I did now. I clouted my knuckles getting the camera back inside from the little gap allowed in the narrow opening of the windows.

Off to the wet room. Once again pleasantly pleased with the mission. Haemorrhoid Harold was not bleeding at all, only the Fungal Lesion needed attention and a change of PPs.

Back to the computer and made a start on this post. Spent a few hours getting this far. I must get some new spectacles, and the ability not to tread on and crush this pair!

Getting late now, I’ll have to get the ablutions tended to. I do not want to miss the bus up to the top of Mapperley Plains. I intend to go to Aldi’s to try and purchase another pack of their marvellous tasty pork ribs, to have at the weekend. Although my EQ is telling me that something is going to happen, that will change all my pathetic, poorly prepared and irrelevant plans, soon.

WDPBL One Whoopsiedanglepop right at the end of ablutionising. I dropped the soap powder box and walloped my head against the sink as I bent down to clean it up. What a shlemiel!

I have to listen to my EQ, but can’t understand how it works or sometimes what it means. This would be due to my having the highest ever at the time (2010) EQ rating in England, and in the same interview, they found I had the lowest IQ they have ever recorded. All I know is some calamity is going to take place, and affect me shortly. It’s never wrong. So, I worry not. Quidquid erit, omnis fortuna ferenda est. Off to the wet room for a shower, shave, teeth cleaning, gargling and medicationalisation session.

I had a good long cleaning and medicationalisationing session.

2Tue04I took the black bags to the chute on the way out.

I observed that some strange marks had been made, on the outer edge of the lift door.

Into the elevator and down one floor to visit Penny with some more plasters I have found for her. No answer.


I could see out of the window, why the chaps are so extra noisy at the moment. The underseal they are fitting has white plastic whatever-they-are implanted. They have not reached my floor yet, I took this from the 11th level. I’d called on Penny to give her some more plasters I had found for her. No answer, she might be at the bus stop.

2Tue05Down and outside, I took this first photo of the front of Woodthorpe Court, showing how far they had got up with the undersealing job.

I wonder if this might be the cladding after all because the blueprint photo shows this colour as what the finished block will be in? Multicoloured, you know. Hehe!

2Tue06I turned and took a long shot of the Winchester Court flats.

Willmott-Dixon started on Woodthorpe first, then began Winchester Court upgrading. They are catching up with the first block now.

Throughout, they have not stopped with building the new extra-care block in between the other two.

2Tue07This time of the day, during the week, I get to see many folks. The Willmott-Dixon lads and managers, people, going to or coming from walking their dogs.

Best of all, I can converse with other tenants.

Mind you, I have to take care of the lorries, plant machinery and traffic, no room for a walkway, while the build goes on.

I had a funny thought while hobbling to the hut. One day a lorry delivering building materials, from, say Lithuania, might open its doors and out will pop few dozen immigrants. We can house them in the new ready-made extra-care flats. Haha!

I got to the hut as Cyndy caught me up. Only a few tenants in the room, but all friendly ones. I wish I could remember their names, I’ll have a go; Cyndy, Margaret, Doris, Brenda, Welsh William and Roy. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog, by the Management. So, I won’t.

I was feeling better now after having a few natters and chats and felt pleased with the helpful nature and asking of how I felt from some of the clan… well, Mishpochehs (My family) to me, nowadays. Obergruppenfurheress Warden Julie inquired as to my health as well. And I love it! Handed the nibbles around.

But three of them mentioned the blotch on my forehead. Cyndy got out a vanity-mirror for me to have a look. Bless her. I think it was when I spilt the soap powder and clouted my head on the sink, to blame. Tsk!

2Tue08Out to the bus stop and more chinwagging was enjoyed. Caroline, from the Car Home at the end of the road, was with Doris (I might have got this pleasant lady’s name wrong, sorry about that if so), and I was in the middle of listening to tales when the buses arrived. Doris and I were the only ones who got the City bound L9. I said my farewells to Doris, as I alighted a few stops further on.

Walked along to the Aldi store, the taste of their tasty pork ribs was making me lick my lips at the thought of them.

WDPBL Calamity! They didn’t have any in stock, and a lady I asked about them said: “I think they have stopped selling them, now”. My heart sank, and I drifted into a temporary semi-depression and sulking-mode-mood. Haha!

But this didn’t stop me spending a fortune on unneeded, unessential, but I suspect blithesome comfort foods. Social hour nibbles. Fresh orange juice. Strong cheese. OVen 2Tue09Bottom Muffins (Hurrah!). Yoghourts. Beetroot salad. Pork Pie. Fruit Fool. Ice cream cones. Frikadellens. Finally some fresh tomatoes.

Far less well-off now. I struggled with the weight of the bags. The glass bottles caused this dilemma. Grumph!

A certain vagueness of mind continued as I ambled along Woodborough Road to go down Mapperley Rise onto 2Tue10Winchester Street and home. Hard to find the optimum words to describe his sensation.

As got to the bend where the road drops off even steeper, where I turned right into Chestnut Walk, the view was fantastic and so much clearer than the last time travelled it on the way home. As I got down the road a fair way, a view of the complex was photographed, and I zoomed in from the same spot to see the workers on Woodthorpe Court all that way off, too. Not up to Tim Price’s standards, but a fairish effort, I thought. (Smug mode adopted) Hehehe


2Tue12A little nearer and I took another shot. The Willmott-Dixon lads were still busy with upgrading, deliveries and removals.

Not many tenants about, though. In fact, none.

I hobbled the length of Chestnut Walk to the flats without seeing any residents whatsoever.

Got to and through the metal maze and went 2Tue12ain, through the foyer, up in the lift out and into the flat without any human contact.

Had a short, sharp wee-wee.

Put the fodder away and did the Health Checks and took the midday medications.

Found a letter from the Nottingham Queens Medical Centre about the Strangulation Procedure for the haemorrhoids. I found this rather strange and gnomic, as they are being done at the Nottingham City Hospital, or so I thought.

But I appreciate that my memory problems are a ready-made omnium-gatherum of forgetfulness and confusion, disorientation, misleading, even to me. A mishmash of shortcomings, foibles and panic-mode inspiring, self-inflicted preconditions that do not bode well for my sanity. Just thought I’d mention it like.

Put the oven on to heat-up. I plan on having two of the Aldi bought pork frikadellens in two oven-bottom-muffins, tomatoes and chips of nosh today. No football of any interest for me to watch.

Got on the computer to update this post.

2Tue15The workers were right outside my window now. It reminded me of when I worked at Carters pop factory, the noise I mean, but memory fails, and I think this drilling was even louder than the factory. It probably wasn’t, but they gave one hell of a headache. Ah-well! Decent s0rt of lads, I gave them a Nottingham “Aye-up mid duck, you-awl-right?” They replied in a North East accent that they were.

2Tue14The lads finished for the day. Leaving me a new decorative covering of red dust on the outside of the window and frames.

Had a bash on Facebook while the potato fritters were cooking (Changed my mind about the chips).

A super-nosh. I felt guilty about the fat in the Frikadellens though. The beetroot in vinegarette tasting right-grand too! A 9.1/10 Taste Bud Rating was given.


WDPBL Now a mystery of even greater depth than ordinary arrives in my life. I know I bought a packet of oven-bottom-muffins; it is on the receipt. I certainly got it home, I remembered taking it out of the bag.

But, when it came to my wanting to eat them – they were nowhere to be found! I searched high and low, giving up after a while, in case the prepared meal went too cold to eat.

I conducted another hunt for the muffins, after washing-up the pots. No luck.  How did I lose these tasty treats? Aliens? Ghosts or goblins? What a schmuck!

Got settled to watch whatever was on TV. Hoping it would help me get to sleep. This time it did, and I got-off-to-kip earlier than I have been doing. Slept a long time too.

TTFNski, each.



Inchcock Today – Monday 18th June 2018: Medicationalisticalisationing today. Hehe!


Monday 18th June 2018

Yiddish: 2018 מאָנטיק 18 יוני

0030hrs: Woke up with the muddled-mind back to playing its usual tricks and wandering all over, nervous, fearful and frustrated; but it soon stopped when the first of the neuralgia pains like electric shocks started to cascade through the right-hand side of the head and continued to do so with merciless venom. Definitely going to the NHS Drop-in Centre to ask for advice this morning.

I was up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner, taking care in case any dizzies came, but they didn’t so all okay there.

Off for a short-sharp wee-wee, then rinsed and took the morning medications with some tap water.

Collated the laundry and set off down to the lobby. As I alighted from the elevator, I noticed a right mess on the carpeting. I don’t think it was made by the Willmott Dixon lads at the weekend, they were not working. Then again, I have been flat-bound for two days.


Got the washer going, and back up in the lift. A short-sharp wee-wee then sorted the records for, and did the Health Checks, for this morning.


1Mon02I put the high pulse down to my having been a little more active than usual before doing the checks.

The neuralgia started to get worse now and moving, no, spreading down to the neck again, but there was no swelling of the cheeks yet.

By the time I’d done these and took the photo, it was time to return back down and move the 1Mon01blaundry from washer to the dryer.

I moved some clothing that had been left by someone, folded it and put it on the draining board.

Got the dryer going. Then I nipped outside and took a couple of photographs of the flats and outside of the lobby.

1Mon07bWhen I leant back to take the shot of the Woodthorpe Court with the lift lobby window lights on, there were no dizzies whatsoever. Good that!

The morning was a little breezy, but it was not cold at all.

WDP02C Meandering back to the lobby door, and concentrating on putting the camera away, I walked into the second pole from the right. Bruised shoulder now I think. Hoddy-noddy!

I did feel a fool!

For some reason, this started Duodenal Donald off. Why it should have done this, I have not the foggiest. But now I’m having to cope with Duodenal Donald and the (Newly Christened) Neuralgia Nigel. Hehe!

Got a sore throat coming on too. But that might be linked to the damaged nerves, I suppose. Or not, or perhaps, maybe?

1Mon04Back up to the apartment, and had a long-painful wee-wee.

Took the morning’s medications and made a start on this diary.

I stopped a while and made a list of the medications I am on, to take with me to the NHS Drop-in centre on London Road. It’s a bit of a walk after I get off of the L9 bus, but its got to be done. I just hope they do not tell me off for going there, instead of making an appointment to see the Doctor. Last time I made one, it was a six-day wait to get in. Getting a bit nervous about going now. The last thing I want is for them to call an ambulance to take me to the Queens Medical Centre. Where I had a further three-hour wait to be seen. Then, I told they were to keep me in. Then I was informed there were no beds, and sent home after the buses had stopped running, had no money for a taxi and ended up walking for three hours all the way back to the flat, at 0100hrs in the morning. Ah, memories… Tsk!

Done it: Warfarin, Bisoprolol Fumarate, Pentoxifylline, Simvastatin, Omeprazole, Ramipril, Codeine Phosphate, Peptic Antacid, Furosemide, Clobetasone cream, Daktacort cream, Corticosteroid cream, Paracetamol. Hope I’ve not missed anything off. Just in case they see me, I’ll put it in my pocket now while I think of it.

1Mon07The timer chirped, and I made my way down once more to the laundry room, to collect the clothing.

Clothes out and folded into the bag. Filter cleaned, drum wiped and a failed attempt to clean up the bits off of the floor.

The old brush just would not shift the bits of whatever they were.

1Mon001To the lift and up to the twelfth floor.

Got the attire put away.

Back on the computer updating this blog.

I thought I heard that whining noise that seems to appear sometimes, from outside. Had a look out of the kitchen window, but could see nothing. I’ve got noises in the head now? Haha!

1Mon07aWent to make another brew. Taking the Nigel Neuralgia and Duodenal Donald’s hassling with me, of course. Tsk!

Porcelain Throne session next. Far less messy evacuation this one, no bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and the Fungal Lesion bled only a tiny bit.

I moved to finalise the Saturday post. Then on 1Mon07cCorelDraw to do some advanced page top graphics. Got three done and filed away. Readied things for the bus ride and hobble to the Health Centre.

One last shot from the kitchen window. Just because the scene looked so beautiful.

Black bags dropped down the waste chute on the way out.

1Mon07dThe place was busy this morning. Plant machines were locating, delivery lorries queuing, chaps setting off up into the sky in the external hoists, men out directing the traffic, as the incoming trucks had blocked the outgoing cars and vans from getting along Chestnut Walk in their bid to get out.

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisational Area, Telling Inchcock-off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, hut. Where I asked Warden Deana if she would be kind enough to ring the NHS Drop-In centre for me. She obliged me, bless her cotton socks. I was advised to call and see them. Thanked Deana and went to the bus stop. Cyndy, Penny, Doris, Roy and Welsh William were having a good chinwagging concourse, with much laughing to boot.

The other residents all agreed that I looked ‘Pasty’ and pale. Got on the bus with Penny and had a jolly decent, enjoyable natter en route.

1Mon08I got off the bus early, and, with Penny’s best wishes I set off on a walk to the NHS, although I wasn’t exactly too sure which was the optimum route to take to get to it.

The distant white building in the middle centre of this photographicalisation was identified as my objective.

So, off I set taking a direct route. At least I 1Mon09thought I had. Hehe!

As I walked along Lower Parliament Street, an ambulance shot over the lights on red.

There were no stop-Go lights for pedestrians at this junction. Took me a while to get across to the other side of them. I realised if I carried on the way I was going, it would take me a bit of time to get around the buildings and double back to 1Mon10the Health Centre. 

I notice a chap walking in front, and he took a shortcut down a road, and I followed him best I could.

I lost him, of course, or instead, he was too fast for me. Haha!

The beige Citroen car is where I turned to chase 1Mon11after the man to see if I could cut-through to the Drop-In centre.

I crossed the road where the car was, and almost laughed out loud when I saw who he had got a mannequin, model or poster of, in the back seat.


1Mon12I saw the chap in the far distance, and he too was going to the NHS building. I had to climb a bit of rough ground to get into the apparently vacant field.

Walked through and somehow got over the fence at the other end, and found I was within 50 yards of the building’s entrance door. Good Stuff!

I got in and reported to one of the ladies on the desk. She had taken the call from Warden Deana earlier. Told me to sit and wait for my name to be called out, which I did.

Always the same isn’t it? The stabbing pains in the face ear and neck all eased off, as I got the crossword book out and awaited my being summoned. Tsk!

A nurse came out and fetched me into a room. She interrogated me about my condition and details etc. In the nicest possible way. She also said I looked a little drained. And, here was me thinking I felt okay. Haha! She sent me out to the waiting area, telling me someone would call me into another room. I’d barely got the crossword book out, and another Angel of Mercy fetched me into her room. Doing well, now, eh?

This gal went into deep detail and referred to my information on the computer each time I gave an answer to her many questions. She did an ECG I think that’s what it is called. Blood Pressure, temperature, checked the teeth, no problems. Looked into my eyes, Brave gal! Checked both earholes. Then the throat. This was the only concern she shown. Very red in there, apparently? After a lengthy investigation, she declared she’d no idea what my problem was, but said it needed looking into, and I must make an appointment with my Doctor without delay.

I thanked her and departed. Now, I’m not sure if it was what folks had been saying about my looking sickly all morning; But, as I began the hobble into town, I then started to feel weak and unwell, but not really poorly. Lightheaded, vague, and a few memory blanks. If you know what I mean?

Then, the stabbing pains returned in the neck, spreading further down this time. But they stopped again within an hour or so, afterwards. No dizzies, though, I was confused now.

I had a slow, steady walk to the sad soon to be closed down Broad Marsh shopping mall. I called in the Heron Food store, Mistake that! I came out having spent a good few quid again. Got a small packet of strong-mature cheddar cheese. A bottle of sterilised milk. Two packs of smoked back bacon for only £1.50. Some pork scratchings to go in with the nibbles-box for the Social Hour. Bottle of malt vinegar and they had some of the biscuits they name Shorties. Not had any for months now, so being as they were also on Special Offer, I got a few packets.

Not really confident of what I did when I came out of the shop; but must have made my way into the City Centre, cause I had no end of photographs of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists on the SD card I found later.


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1Mon13Had a walk around the streets in search of some wholemeal oven-bottom-muffins. But I could not find any at all anywhere. Ah-well! 

Made my way to Queen Street, but with the mind being a little confused today, I got the timing wrong and had missed the L9 bus. Shlemiel!

I caught a 40 bus instead. It is longer to walk to 1Mon14the flats from the bus stop, and crossing the road on the hilly bend can be a bit dodgy. But, the bus gets there quicker with it taking a less circuitous route.

On Sunday there was a stabbing in Victoria Mall. As the bus drove past the entrance to the shopping centre, two ambulances were taking three patients away. I wonder what had taken place?

1Mon14aDropped off on Winchester Street and got over the road without any bother.

The view as I walked down towards Chestnut Walk, was breathtaking, I thought.

The wind was getting up, mind.

As the complex came into sight, I took a shot of the complex with a close-up of some of the lads on a hoist against Winchester Court.


As I walked past the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, Warden Julie knocked on the window to get my attention. She asked how things had gone at the Health Centre. I thanked her for inquiring.

Made my way to the flat, feeling a bit steadier now. Got the Health Checks were done and the pork ribs in the oven cooking. Put a tine of BBQ beans in a saucepan with some Texa cooking sauce. After 25 minutes I added these to the tray with the pork to cook off.

Rang Sister Jane to tell her about today’s medical meanderings.

WDP02C She rang back later while I got the mess sorted out where I’d dropped the tomatoes on the floor. We had a chinwag, and she informed me of her friend in the hospital and was struggling. Apparently, she had fallen in her garden and had remained there for four days! Poor thing!

Updated this blog, it took a long time with the concentration not being right, but hey, I’m still here to lose my attention. Hahaha!

1Mon16Got the meal sorted and served up in the oven tray it was finished off roasting in. A little less to wash up. Haha!

Mega-delicious. Top taste-rating ever think this one, 9.45/10!

Got the TV on and all ready to watch England’s first game of the tournament.

1Mon17What an emotional ride this was too!

The referee was incompetent. Tunisia’s defence tactics at free-kicks and corners seemed to be to get tangled with England forwards and tie them up so they could not get to the ball?

Glad we won in the end, but this indeed wasn’t a masterpiece, more of a farce!

Neuralgia Nigel was with me from here on, but far less activity in the electric-shock-like stabbing pains than earlier and yesterday.

The mind rambled on drifting from on fear to another. Sleep was resisting me, again. Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 17th June 2018 – Broke my spectacles – Nigel Neuralgia and Duodenal Donald kept me company throughout the day… Tsk!


Sunday 17th June 2018

Welsh: Dydd Sul 17 Mehefin 2018

 0355hrs: Whoosie3W001a Immediately on my expergefaction, I noted that everything in my immediate vicinity was dishevelled or messy, like it had been rummaged through, and tossed aside?

Whoosie3W001a I felt, and almost heard the borborygmus rumblings, and the innards churned.

Whoosie3W001a The pain from the sharp-stabbing otalgia in the right earhole was cruel and painful.

Whoosie3W001a I felt confused as I investigated around me visually:

  • The quilt was on the floor under my feet, that was on the front Ottoman.
  • A nibble pot with the lid off had toppled to the floor during the night and rolled across the carpet, spilling its contents all over.
  • Several empty cheese Curl packets were in the waste bin.
  • I could see that one slipper was over in the corner near the balcony window, showing from under the curtains?
  • The pencil and notepad were squashed between my over-ample belly handles and the £300 second-hand recliner arm.
  • Several screwed up kitchen towels scattered around.
  • I could not locate my spectacles or hearing aids.
  • The picker-up stick was actually half on my knee, with the other end having an empty biscuit packet hanging on it. Crumbs all over the place

I had an inspirational thought (Snigger!): This is not good! Haha!

The thoughts and self-questioning, analysis solution seeking flowed: However did this nebech, get himself in such a pickle? How? Why and what had caused these noctambulistic activities What for? Whatever had I been doing? Why can I not recall any actions that may have been the cause of the damage? What was to blame for my apparent noctambulism?

Finally, I decided I will have to escape from the £300 second-hand recliner and get the place sorted out.

7Sun01 As I stood up, on the crumpled quilt at my feet – Crunch!

Whoosie3W001a I’d found my spectacles.. and crushed them underfoot on the quilt! Bent the frames and out popped both of the lenses. Grumble, moan in annoyance at my stupidity, ineptitude, and the futility of my even trying to adjust my impotence of mind control.

I didn’t want to cry, but the self-loathing/flagellation and disgust showed its head.


I spent ages clearing things up. Ending up with an earache, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, borborygmus agony and Duodenal Donald all enjoying themselves at progressing my pain levels. Tsk!

I got the black bags of rubbish filled, I have three already to go to the chute, but it is too early yet, because of the noise disturbing other tenants as they travel down the chute.

I tended to the Health Checks. Recorded and updated the results on Excel. Thanks to my cyber friend Tim helping me out with the formulas.


7Sun4This morning’s HC results were almost exactly the same as yesterday’s were. Not bad at all I thought.

Made a brew and took this photograph, imbibed the medications and took an extra Codeine 30g, to try and counter the pains from Duodenal Donald and the worst of them all at the moment, the earache! They are positively affecting my concentration today.

As I was making a start on updating the Saturday Diary, I was forced to redirect my attention to the Porcelain Throne. Not an easy evacuation I’m afraid. It seems things have gone from being under the control of Trotsky Terence for a week or more, to find that Diahorrea Duncan was not taking over. A fair bit of bleeding to clean-up. The passing was accompanied by a few ‘Oohs’ ‘Arghs’ and ‘Jykuglamations’ in encouragement for something to move. Hahaha! Being sat there for such a long time, the mind began to wander off on its own course fretting and considering various incidents and hopes. But it kept returning to the job at hand, the much awaited painful evacuation, and the stabbing pains from the allodynia on my right side. These are really painful and persistent at the moment, I wonder what has caused this to come on so suddenly? It feels to me that it is coming from the otitis media part of the auditory meatus. None stop it is now, piercing stabbing pains. It is almost as bad as Duodenal Donald’s botherations, but then again it is something of a new ailment to me. Letters of sympathy and cuddles will be gladly accepted. I thank you. Hehehe!

I got back to updating the Sat post. Using my old glasses, of course, was a bit of a strain. Got it finished off and posted.

Made a start on this blog.  Got as far as this, and 7Sun07the earache seemed to be getting worse. I went to the wet room to try putting some Phorpain gel on the area.

Whoosie3W001a Found that the neck, jaw, and chin had reddened a smidge and the full cheek had swollen up. The nearer to the actual tab-hole was the only tender to touch area. Oh dear! Guess it might be something else other than an earache? This bothered me a little. So I looked it up on the internet. I think it is, or might be Trigeminal Neuralgia. Because all the symptoms on the three sites I visited, match those I have. A definite must, if it stays with me, that is, for me to make an appointment to see the Doctor on Monday. Too many simultaneously unpleasant ailments to cope with at the moment, this one I can do well without. Dare not take any more extra painkillers, but I may be forced to, in an effort to ease off these stagging electric-shock-like pains. It didn’t work!

I remembered I had not made up a food delivery for next week, so I did one while I thought of it. Accompanied by some tuneful drilling from the flat above. With card changes since my last Iceland order, finding the details required, etc., it took me yonks to get this done. I’m not using Morrisons this week, because of all the silly substitutions they are making recently.

The neuralgia (If indeed it is this ailment) in constant attention, like a sadistic natured companion desperately in need of inflicting unremitting excruciating agony, and getting satisfaction from it!

Made a mug of tea and decided to try the Phorpain gel on the cheek and neck, out of desperation. Poor old Bish Mazal, shlimazel!

Tried to go on Facebook again. It has not been remarkably stable since the last Windows updates came in. Just got going and Sister Jane Rang for a chinwag. But it hard to understand her on her mobile, very tinny and echoey. But, it might be the neuralgia that is making my hearing change? Anyroad, we had a good natter. I must phone JAne back in the morning if the faceache has got better and do not go to the drop-in centre after-all. Then Pete can call to see me.

7Sun07aDid the next week medicine pots up, and made a mug of tea.

Back to updating this post.

Whoosie3W001a The Virgin Internet went down. Not for long, but long enough to lose the settings on WordPress again.

Oy Vey!

Got a graphic done for the TFZer site, and posted it off. Hope Nancy and the others like it.


7Sun38Got the fodder served-up.

Grand it was, too.

8.8/10, Enjoyment Rated.

Tried to watch some of the football, but the teams were of no interest to me, and concentration was impossible with Duodenal Donald and Nigel Neuralgia both pestering me persistently.

Many clangs, clumps, thuds and knocks from the flat above kept me company. He’d started late today. Nice break earlier.

Inchcock Today: Saturday 16th June 2018: Didn’t see or speak to a soul. Plenty of graphicalisationing done, though. Hehe!


Saturday 16th June 2018

Vietnamese: Thứ Bảy ngày 16 tháng 6 năm 2018

0440hrs: I woke several times during the short period of three hours, from when I eventually managed to nod-off, and now. Memories (No notes found) of a dream were pretty lucid, I scribbled some reminders straight away. And drew a depiction of the ghosts and ghouls, that in the nightmare, had been blocking my access to the wet room and use of the Porcelain Throne! I manoeuvred my short fat body from the £300 second-hand recliner, had a wee-wee of long duration and got the computer on, and CorelDraw opened, then made the graphic-up on top of this page. Nothing like the actual dream images of course, but the theme was right. Hehehe! I did not feel trepidatious in the least about this dream, but found it humorous, even when the paramnesia was in full flow, I think.

Having woken up in such a different fashion to normal this morning, I’m pleased to report that the mind-wandering, and yonderly off on its own accord machinations, did not take place. I felt rather calmer than usual as well. Why; I don’t know.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, and more good news. Trotsky Terence had eased off, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids had not bled at all overnight. Worries me this good news, it is unnatural for me. Humph! Hehe!

6Sat03Cleaned up and off to the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.

The high winds of yesterday had steadied now. The tree copse looked so beautiful to me, in the half-light in its peaceful surroundings.

The disconcertment, fretfulness, and fear I would usually go through in the morning did not appear. For this I was grateful, but I did contemplate as to why this was happening. There is no rest for an uneducated mind that has an eminently high EQ, and the lowest of IQs. Life can be a bummer, but still, not to worry. (If only that were possible!) Chutzpah is something I lack. If it is worryable about or over, I’m yer man to do this. Worra Yutz I am!)

Did the Health Checks, applied the creams and lotions and took the medications.


6Sat02I think the slight increase in the Sys and Dia results are well within range.

Made a start on this diary.

0720hrs: A few seconds of banging about from above. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my is risking Nottingham City Homes getting upset with me again, for moaning about their favourite can-do-no-wrong tenant making a noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. I don’t want to lose my home.

I got caught up to here, and then went to update and get the Saturday post-sent-off.

Finally got it finished, and only one comment to reply to, I went on the WordPress Reader. Really was some good stuff on there today. I spent over two hours of enjoyable reading.

1100hrs: I put the France v Australia match on the TV and put the headphones on to listen while I got on with computerisationing. Haha!

Big John Herbert has been unnoisy for ages. Silent? He might have gone out. Either way, Thank You, Big John.

I decided to get some diary drafts made up in advance, started making the page top graphics on CorelDraw first.

I diverted to trying to get the Excel book for the INR readings updated with the formulas that Tim Price gave me. It took a while, many faffles, failures and frustrations. But, I got it right. Phew! Thanks, Tim.

Back to CorelDrawing.

12.15hrs: The crappy pathetic FIFA referee and the idiots monitoring the VAR replay, have just given France a penalty! UNBELIEVABLE! The tackling Aussie got the ball and momentum followed through, only the slightest of touches anyway. Wrong! I want to call the cheating animals a naughty rude, wicked name, I’ll do it mentally.

Ah, 1218hrs. And, the referee has given the Australians a penalty, which was clearly a foul in the box. VAR consulted again.  YES, he scored!!!!!! Partial Justice! ‘Cause the first one was never a penalty – Shoot the Ref! as we used to shout in my supporting Forest days.

I put the big spud in the oven to bake.

Back to Coreldraw again.

1138hrs: SHIT! France scored! VAR confirmed. Humph! They’ve dived and cheated to get the penalty and got away with it too!

Back to CorelDrawing.

Dog-nabbed Frenchies have won the match. By cheating, diving and most likely bribing the officials. After this, I think they might well go a lot further than folks thought. I hope 6Sat06when they meet Russia, they get thrashed and annihilated!. Grumph! They should have listened to De Gaulle and not let us into Europe, then they would not be blocking Brexit and generally being nasty to us! The Gits! Oh, I got a bit carried away there. Sorry!

Now they have lost the picture on BBC1. Fancy that.

Back to CorelDraw again.

Oooh, the potato needs cheesing and putting back in the oven, I’ll do it now.

6Sat25Got the nosh prepared and served up.

I think that Herbert must have gone out, the noises don’t seem to be being made. Mind you, that could be something to do with me having the headphones on and hearing aids, out?

This nosh earned a 9.35/10 Taste-Bud rating.

I washed the pots and got settled down to watch the next football match on the goggle-box.

WDPBL An attack from Dizzy Dennis was not too bad balance-wise, but it stayed with me for ages.

Did the Health Checks and had many wee-wees over the next few hours. Whatever I was trying to watch on the TV did not make its way into the brain, Dennis was in charge now.

I did manage many nod-offs of varying lengths, and recall I had a  dream about me visiting a country cottage on my old motorbike, and someone darning my socks and dying them a different colour? There was a dog a lady and a man in the room, and we laughed so much.

I hoped that I could have got back to that dream, but of course, I couldn’t. Hehe!

TTFN each.

Inchcock Today: Friday 15th June 2018


Friday 15th June 2018

Ukranian: П’ятниця 15 червня 2018 р

5Fri001WDP02A 0405hrs: Stirred into a semi-conscious state, then awoke to find my legs and torso precariously spreadeagled over the £300 second-hand recliner, an empty mineral water bottle, my reading spectacles, two empty Cheese Curl packets, a pen and pencil, the partly screwed up notepad and a tipped up waste-bin scattered around on the floor?

One night-sock partly on, the other, I have yet to find. Got the camera from the Ottoman and took these photographs.

The legs and ankles were in a right state: blemishes, scratches, blood blisters, bruises and pot-marks in abundance.

I had a few moments without moving, uhtcearing about how and why I found myself in this condition this merry morning. What the heck had I been doing in the night!

Then I spotted that the right shin was somewhat sticking out as if it was bent or broken. Yet no pain came from the tibia area at all. The bone looked like it had gone all misshaped.

I was aware that the edema in the limbs had gone down a lot.

Ah, well, such is life.

WDP02A As I started manoeuvering myself carefully and most circumspectly out of the £300 second-hand recliner, the need for a wee-wee abruptly arrived. So, I weaved my through the evening’s flotsam and jetsam on the floor, to the wet room. The short-sharp wee-wees I’ve been having recently had come to an end. I spent so long at the bowl: I wished I’d not taken the book out of the room last week: I could have read a few chapters by the time the flow stopped. Hehe!

Back to the main room, and carefully, taking my time, I cleared up the melee of a mess from the floor without making any noise, so as not to disturb the neighbours this early in the day.

5Fri001bWDP02A To the kitchen made a brew and did the Health Checks. While on the sphygmomanometer, I was forced to stop and nip back for another marathon wee-wee. Oh, dear!

If this keeps up, I’ll become a ‘Micturate Marathoner’. Haha!

By when I got back, the tea had gone cold!


Got the Health Checks finished and started on updating the Thursday Diary, eventually getting it posted off.

After another long wee-wee, I got on with this post.

WDP02A 0725hrs: Noises, like something heavy being dropped, emanated from the flat above. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in me risking getting put-down and another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes Management for saying about the noise, like they did a couple of months ago. As they told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. I don’t want to lose my home, even if it noisy. Or do I?

0800hrs: I got the ablutions tended to.

All spruced up and fresh now. I nipped up to Cyndy & Erics flat with the chocolate ice-cream that Morrison’s substituted and I foolishly accepted. I tried one, they were too sweet for me. They took them off of me, thankfully. Now today, if I can get some proper ice-cream cones from Asda, I’ll have room to get them in my freezer now. I must get to call on Jenny later, to find out if they need more of the crispy biscuit squares, yet.

I had decided to have a hobble through the bottom field and up through my beloved favourite Tree Copse. Then into Woodthorpe Grange Park down onto Mansfield Road, left over the hill and to the bus stop there. To catch a bus into town. Then catch a tram out to the Radford Asda (Walmart), to get some shopping in to make right the Morrison substitutions. Tsk!

5Fri005Back to the apartment, had a long wee-wee again. I dropped a black bag down the rubbish chute with the new miniature opening on the way out.

Down and out, across Chestnut Walk and to the bottom of the gravel footpath up the hill.

I stopped to this photograph of the complex, that was busy with chaps putting the underlay on the walls on my block.

5Fri005aThen I poddled into the bottom field. Taking this photograph from the middle of it as I made my way painfully towards the Copse.

WDP02A The feet and ankles were giving me some harrow pain by the time I’d gone a hundred yards.

Most disturbing, cause they stayed this way for the rest of the day. I was hobbling, limping and 5Fri006walking all funny. Puzzled as to why?

A little further into the field and I stopped to take this visualisation of the buildings.

There were no dizzy spells suffered at all though.

5Fri007As I went into the path into the Copse, I turned and took another picture.

I was feeling rather good, apart from the poor plates-of-meat.

I was enjoying the weather and spent a long time pondering, looking at and admiring nature, especially inside the trees.


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2Tue09Walked over the hill and down to the bus stop, and caught a Nottingham City Transport bus into the City Centre.

Not many folks about this morning, which surprised me. I had a good look to see if Policemen were about, but didn’t see any.

Across the Slab Square onto South Parade and 5Fri012caught a tram out to Radford.

Only a handful of passengers on the Pheonix Park bound transport.

At the next stop, near the Theatre Royal, this all changed. Dozens of students got on.

I alighted in Radford and limped to the Asda shop. I was in no hurry, and as the feet were hurting so much, I took an unhurried hobble around, stopping at most sections for a meander at what was on Special Offer.

Much later, I paid the lady on the till and had spent £25,51, Oh fool I am!

I came out with two bags full of shopping. Consisting of: a pack of six ice-lollies, two boxes of four Ice-cream cones, a box of English Strong Breakfast, and Assam tea bags (They were on offer). Biscuits and chocolates for the nibble-box. A pork pie. An orange chocolate bar. Bag of fresh pod peas. A tin of curried beans. A turnip. Seasoned potato slices. Sea salt and lemon flavouring But I’ve forgotten what I was going to use them with. Klutz!. Cheese Curls and some Balsamic and onion flavour crisps on offer, for Jenny and Frank, to try.

5Fri013As I left the store, a bit of an altercation was taking place. I moved out of the way as fast as the weight of the bags would let me.

I shouldn’t need any food over the weekend now.

The feet really were even worse now, as I made my way to the tram stop.

The carriages were cram-packed this time, but a young lady and man moved to the side-saddle sets to allow me to sit in a higher off the ground seat. Bless em!

It all worked out very well timing wise. I got off the tram at the Theatre Royal stop and made my way to Queen Street, and an L9 arrived a few minutes later.

A couple of other tenants got on en route.

WDP02A When we got back to the complex, I had further pleasurable chinwags. Then made my way back to the apartment, having a laugh with Roy and Tony. Between us, we made a right mess of controlling the lift, Hahaha!

Roy initially got us in the cage, in order, that we should have needed to get off. Roy had a carton of something that Tony bad purchased and had put it on top of his lethal four-wheeled shopping trolley. When we got to the 6th floor (Tony’s), he lifted the bo off of the shopper and caught a floor button, and we moved to the 8th floor. So Tony had gone up with us to my 12th floor, then Roys 14th, then back down… I’m all confused now. Hehehe!

Anyway, they were both still in the lift when I got off and bade my farewells.

5Fri014I got in and this time, had a short wee-wee.

Washed up and got the purchases stored away.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

I could hear the sub-contractors for the rest of the day, as they applied the underlay on the walls, ready for the cladding to be used later.

5Fri015I went to take off my day clothes and get into the jammies, and doctor the plates of meat.

Several of the lasses and lads were outside working on the hoists, so I left the day clothes on. Hehe!

I got on with updating this blog.

Realised that two World Cup matches were on TV today. So I turned on the Uruguay v Egypt match to watch while I was using the computer.

Half-time now.

I got the oven for the potatoes.

I wish I could ease the agony of the feet and ankles. I tried the Arthritis pain gel and took an extra Codeine.

WDP02A Trying the pain gel was a bad mistake! Talk about sting! Flipping worse than ever now. Nebekh!

5Fri016Then got the nosh sorted.

Watched the match Egypt v Uraguay, I thought Egypt played well, while I was eating this okay meal. An 8.9/10 taste rating given to it.

Changed channels from one match to another. Morocco v Iran, then moved over channels to watch Portugal v Spain. The best of the games I thought.

By now it was well past my head-down time, and I could not get to sleep for hours. I resolutely told myself this must not happen again and swore I would not stay up late to watch football again, until the first England game. I’ll probably regret that. Hahaha!

Mind you, tomorrow the France v Australia game should be worth a look. Just in the hopes that the French might lose. That would be marvellous if Australia could put one over on them… I can dream. Hehe!

0025hrs: Still praying for sleep to come to visit me.

Morning each.

Inchcock Today: Thursday 14th June 2018: After mind digressions today, an Electroencephalographic test might be in order. Hehe!


Thursday 14th June 2018

Turkish: 14 Haziran 2018 Perşembe

0325hrs: Woke in the middle of a cracker of a dream. I was in a vast deep cuniculus underground cave, filled with stalactites and stalagmites. With people I have known and loved all around me, each singing a different song. People from the 1950’s to the present, and all so happy and smiling at each other. I was enjoying that image too, shame it had to end.

I removed my body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner without any problems, no dizzies, no toe stubbing either, and off to the WC for a short, sharp painful wee-wee. Washed the dandies and to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.


4Thu01After yesterday’s welcome sharp rise in the Sys, it had slowly sunk down again in a worrying fashion. From 167 to 154, to 140 and this morning to 124?

I had to nip to the Porcelain Throne in a bit of a rush, but no risk of any Whoopsiedangleplops, I got there in plenty of time.

Evacuated with no problems too.

There was no bother or excessive pain from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Duodenal Donald, I could tell was going to be unhappy later on, all the signs were there. The pressure under the sternum, and the vague almost delicate twinklings of pins and needles from within; all indicators of future pain. Hehe!

4Thu02The arm looked a bit patchy from yesterdays blood taking. No pain or itching now, though.

Overall, today was a lot better than yesterday’s scary waking up with the mind all jumbled and confused, and agitated.

Feeling much more peaceful. Calmer and more relaxed this morning. Then again, wait until the Whoopsiedangleplops arrive. Hahaha!

I got this blog updated to here, then updated and finalised the Wednesday diary.

3Wed17I tried two pieces of the chocolate I bought as a treat for myself yesterday.

Not my kettle-of-fish at all. Far too sweet and sickly tasting. I’ll give it away later at the Social Hours at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Hehe!

4Thu040630hrs now.

The weather is looking dull. There was a strong, but warm wind when I took this photograph out of the kitchen window.

I decided to get the ablutions tended to, to make sure I was ready when the Morrisons much-amended order arrives between 0800hrs and 0900hrs.

4Thu05An Email informs me that they have made several substitutions again.

I was going to send the cheese puffs back but thought I could use them as nibbles for the Social Hour.

0655hrs: Into the wet room and started the ablutionalisationing session.

0745hrs: All washed, shaved, showered and medicated, I got the raffle prizes, and nibbles sorted and into the bag. Took the rubbish bags to the waste chute, returned and made a brew. Back onto updating this diary again.


Went on WordPress reader page.

By Jiminy, it’s windy out there now. The poor old tree copse is being blown mercilessly to the right, then back again to the left minutes later.

I will try Facebook to see if it would let me in and work this time.

4Thu07The Morrison chap arrived. Nice bloke, carried the delivery to the kitchen for me, bless him.

I got the fodder put away, and the substitutions along with the cakes into the bag to take to the Social Hour.

4Thu08The freezer and fridge are once again nice and full. The freezer is chocker-block.

I went to transfer these pictures to WordPress.

There was one hell of a bang from upstairs. I think the gentleman above had dropped something, right above my head. I resisted any temptation to bang back on the ceiling. I remembered he is pampered and adored by the Nottingham City Homes Management, who told me I would have to live with the noise because he is only following his model-making hobby and is doing nothing wrong.

And I don’t want to lose my flat because of one resident being noisy. And know there is no point in my making any argument about the upset the constant daily noises and worse at the weekends are causing to my mental health. Ruining my concentration and waking me up. Because it would get me nowhere. I would undoubtedly be blamed for sleeping at the wrong times, despite my illness causing me to fall asleep.  He is obviously King of the Castle. Frustrating and annoying, but there you are. I must try to keep calm and not seek revenge or retaliation at all costs. Tsk! I know my place, at the bottom. Haha!

I tried to go on Facebook. But, it was sticky, so I’ll try again later if I have not fallen asleep.

Got everything I thought I’d need, including the hearing aids and set off.

The winds were howling, but as earlier, they were not cold ones at all. In fact, I had my sleeveless jacket on and the shirt sleeves rolled-up.


The Willmott-Dixon compound was looking busy. I was glad to see that they had not sent any of the lads up on the hoist to work while the winds were so rolled-up.

I met BJ as I was walking to the Social Hut. When I got inside, there were many more residents, than usually attend. Lynne told me it was Frank’s birthday. The tables were all pulled together, and they had filled them with cakes, salads and all sorts of treats.

After I put the raffle prizes on the trolley, had a chinwag with Lynne, Deana, then Jenny. I got seated and gossiped and harkened to all that was going on. Much happiness and gaiety took place in their this morning.

Cyndy and Margaret made me laugh a few times, bless ’em!

Jenny, bless her, took the nibble box around for me.

I was doing well healthwise until I felt a problem down below. I had no choice than to leave early. So as to get back to the home and stop, clean and medicate the bleeding. Shame, because I was so enjoying myself as well. Humph! It had to be a quick getaway, I hope they didn’t think I was being rude.

4Thu11I made as quick a time as I could, made the plates-of-meat sting a bit. Got to Woodthorpe Court through the lobby and had to wait for the lift.

So I took this photo of the information board as I urged the lift to hurry down. Hehe!

Got up and into the flat dropped the bag and into the wet room, post haste.

The fungal lesion had bled far less than it felt it had, but enough for me not to feel guilty about leaving the festivities at the Social Hut. It took a fair while to stop the flow, but all was sorted, cleaned up and medicated. Changed into a new pair of PPs.

Made a brew and got on with updating this blog.

Sister Jane rang. She advised she had spoken with Peter in Hong Kong, and he was doing alright.

The gentleman upstairs increased the volume of his clattering about, but not for long. Not complaining, of course, just mentioning it. He’s doing nothing wrong in following his hobby. Nottingham City Homes Management says so.

I went in to make a fresh brew for the one that had gone cold and take the medications and do the Health Checks. Sys and pulse were still very low. Took an extra Codeine 30g, to counter Duodenal Donald’s niggling stabbing pains.

As I made the nug of tea, the closed windows were not half letting in some wind. Twas then I realised that both windows had closeable flap-vents above them. So I closed one of them. Rado Nottingham said the winds will ease later in the day – I hope they are right. Brrr! Haha!


Caught up to here on the updating, and went back to Facebooking, with crossed fingers that it would let me work on it this time.

Continued with Facebooking.

I think it sounds as if the winds must have dropped, although it doesn’t look like it to me. The noises of drilling seem all around?

Back to trying to concentrate on Facebook and the medical emails.

A bit late now I know, but I went to make a TFZer graphic for the Facebook page.

More banging about from above. Not complaining. of course, just mentioning it. He’s doing nothing wrong in following his hobby. Nottingham City Homes Management says so.

I got two TFZer graphics done. Lona and Sandie with their MG cars.


4Thu20Got a very early for me, nosh prepared. A delightfully tasting one, too.

Hand this effort an 8.5/10 taste rating.

Washed the pots and did the Health Checks.

Off says a wee-wee.

Settled down to watch the first match of the 4Thu19World Cup. Russia v Saudi Arabia. This match brought back old memories of FIFA unfairness.

Mighty big Russians v Diddy Saudi Arabians. Hehe!

Despite the scoreline, the midget Saudis never gave up, and I though they To brave and skillfull, especially in the first half.

Stalin would have been proud of the Ruskies performance all the same.

FIFA referee mistakes:

  • Frank Lampard’s disallowed goal: Germany v England, 2010.
  • Italy’s Fabio Grosso’s Dive: Getting a penalty in  Italy vs Australia match in 2006.
  • Rudi Voller’s dive: West Germany vs Argentina 1990.
  • South Korea’s golden fortune at the 2002 World Cup: First, Damiano Tomassi’s legit goal, which would have been the Golden goal, was disallowed. Moments later Totti was sent off for simulation although replays suggested that he had lost his footing. Then, the Koreans went on to win the match through a controversial penalty given by the Ecuadorian referee Byron Moreno for a Christian Panucci tugging offence.
  • Diego Maradona’s “hand of God”: Argentina v England, 1986.
  • Geoff Hurst’s ‘Phantom Goal’: England vs West Germany 1966.

All were in favour of the host Nation.

Just thought I’d mention it, like.

Sleep did not come easily, not until well gone midnight. The mind was rampaging with free-for-all tussles, thoughts of a backward induction and abductive searches for an answer to my fears, worries and addiction problems. My pathological indecisiveness did not help.


Inchcock Today: Wednesday 13th June 2018


Wednesday 13th June 2018

Catalan: Dimecres 13 de Juny de 2018

0300hrs: After failing to get to sleep with all the hassle last night, I did, in the end, get off into the land of Nod, but woke with a start, in imperative need of the utilisationing of the Porcelain Throne. Hehe!

Whoosie3W01 The Fungal Lesion had been bleeding a good bit. But, the evacuation was a lot better and less messy this morning.

While doing my duty, analytic self-reasoning with cognitively biased thoughts rumbled through the grey-cells as I sat uncomfortably and nervously on the loose plastic toilet seat, for the exodus. These reflections and considerations brought no conclusive results. But, they rarely do! 

Washed-up and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks.


3Wed02Whoosie3W01 Cor-blimus! I’ve been hoping that the Sys does not go any lower, and hey-presto, it shoots right up this morning? Wonder if last night’s hassle with the phones and lack of sleep again, affected this?

Got the Tuesday Diary finalised and posted off to WordPress.

Took me until 0800hrs to get this achieved.

Ablutions tended to and enjoyed. Medicationalisticalisationing completed. As I turned off the computer, some more Windows Updates came in. What these will do to or change in my machine this time, is vexing.

Whoosie3W01 One rubbish bag was taken to the chute on the way out. Down the elevator and out into the welcoming sunshine and fresh breeze, and started a gentle stroll along Chestnut Walk, nearly got hit by a car coming from behind, and realised I had no got my hearing aids in. Klutz!

I returned to the flat and put the hearing aids in. Huh!

3Wed03Back out again.

I hundred yards or so beyond the Nottingham City Homes, soon to named, Winwood Heights Flats, Unterscharführeress Catwalk Modelling Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room; I turned and snapped this photographicalisation. I photo’s it to show the incredible growth of the Chestnut Trees. From this angle, they now obliterated the view of all three buildings.

3Wed04Making my way down the Winchester Street hill, I had a Dizzy Dennis attack near the garages as I neared the bus stop shelter.

No bother, this time, it had evaporated within a minute or so. Not that it didn’t concern me at first, all okay now.

I hobbled steadily down to Mansfield Road. Where the closed businesses on either side of the roadway, was a disheartening sight.


As I plodded on up the hill towards Carrington, two unmarked silver ARVs shot towards by with blues and twos on. Two minutes later another ARV sped by. Two minutes later as I was going down the hill towards the surgery, two marked cars did the same. Next, a single marked police vehicle went by.


I stopped to take these shots of some bees in the flowers.


3Wed08One bee looked like he was wearing a splint on his left back leg. Hehe!

Then yet another marked police car shot towards the town. Lights and siren on, he cleverly weaved his way through the now dense traffic in Carrington.

Annoying, not knowing why, innit?

3Wed09Getting through the parked vans on the pavement was a bit of a struggle for me.

But how anyone with a wheelchair, site-impaired or elderly with sticks or zimmer frame would have gone on?

Yet, I still felt sorry for the delivery drivers with their mission impossible tasks to get done.

3Wed10I got to the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, with plenty of time to spare, and my general mood had brightened a bit by then.

Yet a different receptionist was on duty, again? I signed in with her and sat down, got the crossword book out and waited to be summoned.

Whoosie3W01 No Nurse Nichole on duty, my spirits dipped down again.

When I got into Nurse Ann’s treatment room, I hastened to roll up my sleep and sat down ready for the blood to be taken. Bless her, the nurse did ask what was the matter with me, not gossiping, and can she do anything to help. I replied, no, thank you though.

I was soon tended to and then departed. I did not leave any nibbles as I usually would have done. I was peeved at getting yet another late appointment for the blood test, and in my current state of pathetic self-pity and wretched mood at all the failures and lack of help, I was unconcerned about this. I said my farewells as I left, but got no response.

Once outside in the clement weather, I limped into Carrington towards the Chemist shop. The chemist, who I called visited to make sure when to collect my monthly prescriptions and was told to call on Friday. Which I did, and was told to call back on Monday, which I did, and collected the medications, got home to find the two bottles of medicine were missing. So I called back on Tuesday to tell them, and they had none in stock, I was to call back on that Friday. Which I didn’t. I left it until today when I had to go out for the blood test anyway. So I’ve had about five days without the medications, and no one is interested.

The distress from Duodenal Donald and the Plates-of-meat, both currently giving me anguish and pain, along with the resentment at not being listened to about the noises I am living with, have created a new meaner me, today! And I don’t like him!

I got the bottles, thanked the lady and left, going to the Lidl store. Where I cheered up a little again. This is probably due to my emacity, or more precisely, my shopping addiction being satiated. I ended up on the self-serve tills, still, without any Whoopsies or errors made, and having spent over £20! But this did include £3-95 for a razor with 20 double bladed heads, little birthday pressies for some of the gals, radishes, tomatoes, raffle prizes. Some nibble box goodies and even a bar of dark chocolate and pack of ice-cream cones for myself. So, fair enough. Self-pity equates to self-indulgence! That was good, did I really say that? It could be used in an advertising campaign. Hehe!

3Wed11Out of the store and to the bus stop. As you can see in this photograph, when I arrived at the bus shelter, I was the only person there. Moments later I was joined by five other prospective Nottinghamian passengers.

Whoosie3W01 When the bus arrived, they all forced their way, well, four of them anyway, onto the bus ahead of yours-truly, leaving me getting on and no regular seats available.

3Wed12I had to sit on one of the shallow pop-down side-saddle seats. This encouraged Arthur Itis to join in with Duodenal Donald and the Plates-of-meat in giving me some more hurt. Did I say this was an up and down sort of day emotionally for me? Oy vey!

I got off of the bus in Sherwood. With the two large bottles from the chemist and the purchases in the bag, walking was even more painful now. Poor thing, Haha!3Wed14

I had a while to wait until the L9 bus was due, so I took a slow amble in the Sue Ryder shop, window shopping and nosing around. When I realised, I had someone following me and watching my every move, but he amateurishly looked away each time I glanced at him. A plain clothed store detective perhaps, or a possible mugger? Either way, I left the place sharpish… well, preferably at a steady hobble-pace. Hehe!

Poddled to the bus shelter. Roy and one or two other tenants joined the queue. When it arrived, I was the last to get on again, and stood up, near to Doris (I think that’s her name. A lovely lady that I have taken to!)

Back at the flats we get off the bus, greeted those getting on, and Roy went int[ the shed to use the W.C. Doris and I, with another chap tenant, made our way to the flats, having a good natter en route.

Got into the flat and had a wee-wee. Put the fodder away, and shelled some pod peas and got the min the saucepan on a low light.

I received another ‘Odd’ call that I could not understand the voice. I told them this, and they rang off. But they rang back again, I reckon I heard Chunky Chicken said? I rang off.

Got the computer on and it was a right mess, dead slow as well after the Windows update. I thought I’d try turning it off then back on. Then as I opted for close down, the message asked if I wanted to upload update then shut down… I’m fed-up with this, it was already past my head-down time

Rebooted and it was worse than ever. Slow, juddery and my Grammarly was not working, WordPress continues to swap everything to American -English and have to repeatedly go into setting to reset it… life ain’t good at the moment.

Sister Jane rang, I had not emailed her the diary. We had a chat, and I suddenly remembered the peas in the pan! I rang off quickly, explaining why to Jane. It was alright though, Phew! Then I sent the diary off to her, belatedly. Schlemiel!

Really feeling irritable now, with all the failures and things going wrong.

I updated this diary again, but it was slow. So I tried turning off and on again, which of course meant altering the setting again.

3Wed15I got the chips in the oven, podded the peas and got them cooking.

Opened the can of the pork knuckle, and cut up on the plate ready. Sliced the gherkins and tomatoes prepared for when the chips were cooked.

Delightful nosh. A 9.1/10 rating given.

Whoosie3W01 Around 1900hrs, the telephone rang, and fully expecting it to be one of the recent Asian voiced con-men telling me they were from some imaginary Computer centre. 

I angrily fought my way out of the recliner and answered the phone with a rather sharp “Yes?” It was the doctor from the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Clinic, who assess the INR blood level and Warfarin dosages, each week.

This is the first time in years that they have contacted me from the Hospital and shown any concern. The Doctor said she has decided to leave the dosage the same as last week, but was concerned about the INR content going down so rapidly, to 2.2 from 4.1 in a week. She thought I may have missed more than one night’s Warfarin as I put on the card. This could easily be possible with my memory. The equanimous lady questioned me about the new bruising, where they were, how long they lasted, did they itch and the colour of them, etc. This encouraged me to cheer up, someone showing care.

After I gave her my answers, she added: You must see your Doctor if you have any worries or concerns about the bruising or any excess bleeding or change in colour of any lost blood. I’m afraid I gave out a spur-of-the-moment ‘Phwert’ when she said see your Doctor. It was almost as if she knew about the advice I get given at my doctors; like “Keep an eye on it”, “What else can you expect”, “Others with far fewer ailments than you suffer the same symptoms…” etc.. She calmly said in a rather soothing voice: “Yes, I know!” I felt so appeased and grateful that someone really does understand.

3Wed16I thanked her and wrote down the details.

I removed covering from the arm from the blood test earlier.

Whoosie3W01 Nurse Ann had covered the little mole with the exterior plaster. It is now hanging by a tiny thin thread of flesh, ready to get pulled off and cause much-unneeded bleeding. Humph!

I went into the kitchen to get a drink of fresh orange juice, but it had all been used up. Good job, if it does arrive, the Morrison order has some on it for delivery tomorrow.

Got back down in the chair and with the minds racing away again, fretting, worrying etc., I was delighted when I found I went to sleep so soon, within minutes.


Inchcock Today Tuesday 12th June 2018: Worst day of the year for Hassles


Tuesday 12th June 2018

Swahili: Jumanne 12 Juni 2018

0420hrs: Woke up in a right state mentally. This morning’s rampantly independent brain-box was offering only thoughts of abandonment, aggressiveness, alienation, distant and self-recrimination. Yet, at the same time, I was anxious and fearful, dreading getting something wrong or upsetting anyone? The aberrant thoughts were milling around in the tangled labyrinth of other wayward, frightening, counterfactual thoughts and those few that had any logic or relativity all resulted in suboptimal decisions or meek acceptance of failure.

These tormenting mind teasers seemed to go on for ages but actually only lambasted my grey-cells for around five minutes or so. You wouldn’t believe how pleased I was when the bubbling started in the innards turned to threats of involuntary movements, and my attention was turned to my immediate need to utilise the Porcelain Throne.

1Mon01b How I wish there were a CCTV to have recorded my grappling battle to free myself from the £300 second-hand recliner. Farcical would be the best word to describe the fight. Hehe! As soon as I began to manipulate my blubbery torso from the seat, Dizzy Dennis visited as I tried to stand up. This caused me to sway to the right, where I knocked over the waste bin, the empty (luckily) bottle of Clementine juice and the dinner tray from last night all over the carpet. I put my hand out to stop myself going further over, and the truncheon, my Margaret Thatcher squeaky-bust-toy, and the clock joined the other stuff on the carpet as my hand slid along the fire surround knocking them off of the ledge. But I did not go down on the floor. (I’m not sure how I prevented this, but it was nice to get something right for once, Hehe!) And the pain from Hippy Hilda and the knees didn’t last for too long. The bruise on elbow was no bother.

1Mon01b I took a few seconds to recover my equilibrium and went into the kitchen to get the cleaning equipment. I was pleased to see I had not left the taps running, oven turned on, or found the light turned on. Hitting my head on the side of the sink when I was getting the cleaner out, I was not so pleased with. Klutz!

By now, the need for the Porcelain Throne had got a little more urgent, so off I trudged to the wet room. The fungal lesion was bleeding profusely, no doubt my ballerina-like antics getting out of the recliner were to blame for this.  I did the evacuation and cleaned and medicated specific areas. Humph!

Back to the kitchen and did the Health checks and took the medications.


Blimey, it’s 0550hrs now, and I haven’t even got the blog started off yet. Worra muddled, messy mornin’!

I remembered then, that I forgot yesterday, to fetch the medicine that the kind Chemist had missed off of my prescriptions last week. Who I called at four days later to get the antacid and was told they had none in stock, and I must come back to collect on Monday. Life can be so tricky. Haha!

0620hrs: I made a brew and got on with doing this blog.

0710hrs: Then started to finalise yesterdays diary.

0825hrs: Ah, the Willmott-Dixon lads are up in the hoist outside now. The clanging and related noises start again. Hehehe! I went on the WordPress Reader section, the replied to a comment I’d received.

Blimey! Its gone 0900hrs already! I had to close-down and get the ablutions done. Just about to go to the wet room and the door chime rang. It was Matron Warden Deana, to check the wrist alarm with the Nottingham City Control Room. We had a short chat. Naturally, my being barred from detailing any communication between myself and any Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or staff, by the Management, I will say no more.

I took the sorted-out bags to the waste chute on the way out to the chemist.

2Tue04Fair, clear weather outside. The workers were busy at it on the New Build flats.

Took this photo of the new build extra-care apartments in the forefront and Winchester Court the background, as I left the lobby of the flats.

2Tue03Further along Chestnut Walk, I spotted this brave battling little daisy on the battered, car flattened grass on the concreted edge of the verge.

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationing Area, The telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, shed. The only person in there was Big John, sat snuggly in the corner reading a newspaper or magazine. I gave a ‘Morning, John’ out to him, but heard nothing in reply. Although I’m not saying that he did not reply, just that I could not hear the gentleman noisemaker do so.

Being as no one else was in the place, I left via the door at the far end to continue my hobble to the chemist.

2Tue051Mon01b Travelling down the Winchester Street hill, I had a cracking visit from Dizzy Dennis. I had to lean against the wall for a while before I continued on.

The thoughts were a little muddled, and I cannot recall how I got there, but I was in the Co-op Store when things started to clear, thought-wise.

I’d already got a TV magazine, a carton of what I thought was orange juice (which turned out to be apple juice, that I don’t like, Humph!). I limped around and added a bottle of lemon/lime spring water and a baking potato to the basket, and paid at the self-serve checkout without incident.

2Tue06I don’t think I called anywhere else, (Another blank spot, Tsk!) but found myself at the bus stop at the top of the hill in Sherwood, waiting to catch the L9 back to the flats.

I have to admit to being worried about the increasing number of these blank-spells I’m getting lately.

1Mon01b I realised I had not been to the Carrington Chemists to collect the missing medicine, cause it was not in my shopping bag. Schlemiel!
I can call in the morning when I go for the blood test; if I remember.

The head cleared and things seemed to be back to normal; if that word can be applied to me. Haha!

Frank got on the bus at the next stop. Two stops later we were getting off at the being updated Winwood Heights flats.

I reckon I had a word with someone in the foyer on the way in.

2Tue07I got the nosh prepared very early in the day.

No computerisationing was done at all. For I felt so worn-out and drained, suddenly. But not tired as such?

I ate the fodder, washed the pots and just gave-in. Sat there in the £300 second-hand recliner and stared at the TV screen without absorbing any of the rubbish that was on it.

1Mon01b The mind went off on one of its independent roaming sessions, without any agreement or decisions being reached.

2Tue08The sleep just would not come. This mind of mine was too active, not productive. Just seemingly busy worrying about so many varied things.

I took this evening photo when I went to get a drink of clementine juice, but it had all gone. The apple juice I’d accidentally bought can be given away as a raffle prize at the Social Hour on Thursday.

Ultimately, I nodded-off around 2230hrs, I think.

1Mon01b But not for long. The telephone light flashed, and the bell thingy rang. I struggled out of the recliner and answered it. A chap with a foreign accent waffled on. It felt like he was reading from a script to me. However, I could not make out anything he was saying. I asked who he was, but the voice carried on without any break. So, I put the phone down gently.

1Mon01b Ten minutes later he was back ringing. I struggled out of the recliner and answered it. I picked up the receiver and put it down.

1Mon01b Five minutes later he was back ringing. I struggled out of the recliner and picked up the receiver and put it down. I set the ringer tone to ‘None’, thinking this would solve the issue. But No! The phone still rang, the light still flashed the same as whichever position I put the ringer selection option onto.

1Mon01b Another ten minutes or so, and he was back again. I struggled out of the recliner and pulled-put the plug from the box.

1Mon01b Then I got a message from Nottingham City Homes Monitoring Control via the Help Alarm Box. I could not hear what the voice from the box said, but it clicked in the brain and, I remembered, the Alarm System is linked to the telephone line. It must have been advising me they had lost the connection or something of that nature.

I wasn’t in the best of forms before all this unwanted telephone palaver started. Now I felt uptight, and Duodenal Donald had kicked-off.

So, I had to reconnect the phone-line, else I’d be without my lifeline.

1Mon01b Another couple of minutes or so, and he was back again. I found the flashing red light in the dark, and the annoying Brrr-brrr to much to ignore, so I  picked up the receiver and put it down again.

Anyone who knows me, would not ring me at this time of night. No medical contacts would be working this late. I assumed it was another con-call after getting into my details. A persistent little bugger this one was.

I took ages, hours and hours to get any sleep in. Then I woke up two hours later, with the need for a porcelain throne attendance. The problems found made me give up and start to update this post.

I am worried, frustrated, confused, unwell and a wee’d-off boy, now! Hehe!

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today: Monday 11th June 2018


Monday 11th June 2018

Swedish: Torsdagen Den 14 Juni 2018

0355hrs: Morosely, unexcitedly and dejectedly, I carried out the morning’s expergefaction. Then, nodded off again. Ten minutes or so later, I tried again to find and install some reason for getting up, albeit begrudgingly. My mood of bleakness and curmudgeonliness took some shaking off. They still linger on now. A most uncomfortable sensation, primarily as I cannot work out why I suddenly feel this way.

I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner in a sort of auto-mode and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. I fear that Trotsky Terence may be trying to make a return. Tsk!

Titivated-up and into the kitchen to make a brew and get the Health Checks done. Collated last weeks at the same time, and the medications were taken.


The computer turned on and yesterday’s miserable tale of noise and depression (I hate weekends and knowing that Herbert above is going to be clattering and banging away as usual), was finalised and sent off to WordPress.

Posted some graphics to Pinterest and then got the ablutions tended to. With little enthusiasm or zest. Oh, I must remember to fetch the antacid medicine later on. I forgot!


Delightful Morning

Ooh, er… back to the Porcelain Throne. Know I know for sure now that Trotsky Terence is visiting me! Dare I go out today? I need to after two days stuck indoors listening to Herbert’s cacophony symphony from above. But should I risk it? I will!

0800hrs: Tended to the much-needed ablutions. Then sorted the black bags and took them to the rubbish chute; which had now been replaced with a new one, that is far shallower and shorter than the old one.  I did not want to force the larger bags through the opening and slid, and cause a possible blockage. So I returned to the apartment and rebagged the waste into smaller containers, then returned to the chute, with six meagerer bags and they went through with no bother.

1Mon01Made a little list of things required: Fresh pod garden peas, orange juice and oven-bottom-muffins, to get today.

Took this photograph through the narrow gap allowed me, in the kitchen window, of an aircrafts chemtrail.

Got the other things ready and sorted into my shopping bag (I thought).

Made my way down the lift and out through the lobby. Took some pictures of the building progress of the flats.


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The poor weeds and overgrown grass had been cut and left for us all to slip over on around the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationing Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room area and doorways.


Whoopsie2 Twas here that I realised I had left the hearing aids in the flat. What a shlepper! I went back and collected them and returned to the shed. Only one resident from Winchester Street, who was having a talk with a Nottingham City Homes representative, was in the hut. So I left and joined the ganglet of Winwood Heights tenants already at the bus stop. Much nattering and laughter emanating.

I caught the L9 bus and sat with Cyndy, and we gossiped pleasurably away en route into town.

Went to Tesco’s in the Vic Centre (Mall) and chatted with Vera some of the ways. She was going for her blood test.

In Tesco, I ended up buying a packet of oven-bottom-muffins, some Kettle thingies for a treat for Jenny & Frank, and surprisingly, a box of four fresh cream chocolate eclairs found their way into my bag. Cough, cough. Hehe! Silly getting four really, but th1Mon06at is how they sell them, and they were on offer, too. I can share two of them with someone at the flats.

Paid the lady, and left. Onto Milton Street, and thought that the Waitrose mini store might have some fresh garden peas on sale, so called in there. They did not have any, sadly. But I came out some Irish Potatoe Farls and a jar of crisp and tangy1Mon07 cornichons.

Checked the time for catching the bus back, and I had twenty minutes or so before the L9 was due. So I took a walk through and around the Slab Square area, taking these pictures.

There were on this little hobble:

Five doorway sleepers – Two Big Issue Sellers, Eight Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, spotted.

No Policemen anywhere, of course.


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1Mon07eWalked up Queen Street to the bus stop. 

To be joined by fellow tenants, Bert and Cyndy. 

Had a chinwag with them on the bus, Cyndy sat behind me keeping an eye on me. Hehehe!

The gal does maketh an excellent photograph methinks.

She was kind enough to take two of the cakes off of me. Thus assuaging my guilt at buying them. Bless her cotton socks!

Back at the flats, Cyndy and I walked to Woodthorpe Court and parted as I got out of the lift, throwing our fond farewells to each other.

Got in and put the things away. About to go for a wee-wee, and Sister Jane rang. She kindly said she would ring back later. Which she did. She had ascertained some news about brother Peter in Hong Kong. Fingers crossed, he might ring her back later on Tuesday, I think. We lost the connection, and I rang back… after another short-sharp wee-wee. Tsk!

Much noise all about from every direction it seemed.

Then the Willmott Dixon lads did some work outside the flat.

1Mon08I prepared the simple meal. Oven-bottom-muffins with canned pork knuckle, potato farls, gherkins, Cox’s apple and tomatoes.

This went down very well indeed. A worthy taste rating of 9.1/10 given. Hehe!

Forgetting to clean the pots and leaving them on the Ottoman, Naughty boy!, I started the task of updating the Excel word diary/thesaurus.

1Mon09This proved to be a mistake, although, for once, not one of mine.

Concentration was impossible with the Willmott-Dixon lads busy working awake, up and down on the hoists and the necessary hubub of noise, and the Mystery Noise from wherever it emanates coming and going for the rest of the day. Well, until 2000hrs anyway.

Just before the chaps had finished for the day and departed, I took some photographs of their outside-hoist and a look at what they had been doing on the balcony bases.

It seems it was my turn to have the wooden supports fitted twixt my balcony base.

And, the Noise-Junky lover, Big John who unfortunately for peace and quite loving me, lives in the flat above. Continues with his banging, grinding and grating noises as he hobbies away making his steam engines or whatever.

When the workers had all departed, I tried to get some rest, but the noise from above prevented this. So I did the Health Checks and took the medications, then put the TV on.

There was a programme I wanted to stay up to watch at 2200hrs on channel 87 I think, about a murder in Nottingham. But I didn’t make it and fell asleep.

Inchcock Today: Sunday 10th June 2018


Sunday 10th June 2018

Sudanese: Minggu 10 Juni 2018

0340hrs: My expergefaction, suffered from confusion between the somniativeness and actuality. Causing me some confused reality, for a short while, a state of paramnesia I think it is called.

A welter of vague yet complex memories of the dreams I’d been having mingled about in my brain. Yet I could recall no details of any of the many thoughts I think I’d had overnight? Just emotions, mainly frustrations, jealousies, and fears. I reckon that possibly Noisy Herbert from the flat above might have crept into one of the nightmares. Because I was positively thinking of him, well, the noise he makes in my muddled-mind-melee of machinations.

It took a while for things to become real, the vagueness to leave me.

WDP02C It helped me to regain reality when I trapped my burnt finger-end from the Whoopsiedangleplop last night, in the £300 second-hand recliner as I attempted to escape the seat’s oh so comfortable clutches. In fact, it was only the hassle from burnt fingers, and Reflux Roger (Although Anne Gyna joined in, later on), that was giving me any bother this morning.

The Health Checks were completed.



The reading were all similar to the last few days.

Although they have been a little up and down in comparison to the day before’s readings in the Sys, Dia, and pulse.

A much better session, I think that Trotsky Terence is easing off now and giving me a break. Which I found most welcome and appreciated.

7Sun02The view outside caught my eye, and I went to get the camera and took this shot through the window, facing North.

I had to pop to the Porcelain Throne in between doing the sphygmomanometer tests. I had clean up after the evacuation, and am pleased to report that the fungal lesion was bleeding for less than at the same time yesterday. Good!

7Sun06c I returned to the kitchen and got the next week’s medication pots made up.

Only dropping one tablet and one capsule as I did so. Smug Mode Adopted. Haha!

WDP02C Then, I did a bit of a silly, daft Whoopsiedangleplop!

I did the hemadynamometer Health Checks again. Why you ask? So do I! What a nitwit I am, unquestionably!

Got the kettle on to make a tasty brew of English Breakfast tea.

7Sun01The temperature on the thermostat on the kitchen window ledge showed 71°f, and the widow had been ajar overnight, too.

WDP02C. I dropped the small mug as I was taking it towards the kettle. I couldn’t believe it, but it did not break when it bounced off the kitchen floor – and I caught it on its first rebound back up! Yet another Smug Mode adopted!

Started to update the Noise from above ridden, Saturday diary. This took some time, but eventually, I got it completed and sent off to WordPress.

7Sun07WDP02C Then, I decided to get the vegetables prepared and into the Crock-Pot. Chopped up some turnip and mushrooms. Ahem! The blood was nowhere as bad as it looks in this photo, I squashed the finger to make it look worse in my quest for sympathy. Only joking, Hehehe!

Then I podded some fresh garden peas. I say fresh, many of them had gone mouldy, so they had to be sorted carefully. Huh!

Got them in the pot with some brown sugar, vinegar and onion salt.

Began updating this diary next, got as far as here, and went to the WordPress Reader section.

0940hrs, now. No noise from Herbert yet. He may have gone out shopping?

I went on to Facebook, hoping it will not mess me about this time. I was alright, now it is sticking again. Grrr!, no, I’m not to a Grrr, maybe a flipping heck? Haha!

1125hrs: Herberts back at it, crunch, bang.

Moved on to creating some Blog Page Header graphics.

1445hrs: Got a few made-up.

Sat down cause I wasn’t feeling too bright.

Tried reading, but concentration was a struggle with the tap-tap-grinding noises from above.

7Sun38Got the meal sorted and served-up.

Ate the nosh to the odd accompaniment of a bang, tap-tap or whining noise from the flat above.

I ate it all up, not a crumb left on the empty plate.

Took the medications.

Tired as I felt, sleep resisted me.

I got the TV on and managed the odd nodding-off for a few minutes. Being woken by the tap, crunch grinding noises. Even with the headphones on I could hear them.

7Sun39Got up to get a drink of orange juice.

And realised I had forgotten to use the slow-cooker contents, the mushroom and peas in the meal. At least I had turned-off the crock-pot.

Horrible time with no getting off to sleep and the odd clang, bang or scuffling coming from somewhere.

I lay there in the semi-darkness, feeling temperamental and uneasy for ages before getting off into the land of nod?