Lament to the end of the Weevil War – or is it?

Lament in Ryme

To the End of the Weevil War – Or is it?

Willmott Dixon started to upgrade my minuscule flat,
New windows were installed, that started the waring combat,
EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) and a bat,
All came in and immigrated, hibernated, and that was that!
T’was eighteen months ago; and a long time is that,
They ate the food, and I was often bitten at!

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It cost me hundreds of pounds,
Bug killers and traps did abound,
My coughing was the loudest sound,
But the poisoning of my lungs was allowed,
No help came, although I protested very loud,
I got the blame, NCH responsibility they disavowed!

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I found the battle, very fascinating,
But no signs for months of their abating,
They found my apartment very accommodating,
And with the little Weevils, I started acquainting,
Although mixed in with some aberrating,
At least their bites had no sting!

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Spraying Rentokill three times a day became a realisation,
Their cunning skills at survival caught my appreciation,
The Rentokil put me more than them, into aestheticisation,
The numbers grew rapidly of their aggrupation,
If I was ever to win this war, this losing altercation,
I needed more help, stronger ammunition!

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My health suffered from this losing situation,
My battle plans were in need of analysation,
I planned to use bleach, and soda as acidification,
But they just swam in it, I was losing with ambiguation.

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Of victory, I had no hopes nor anticipation, furthermore…
The effects of the spray left me with a cough and snore!
My further pleas for help, others did ignore,
Until another flat got the Weevils, they got help from me for sure!
Slowly the Weevil numbers faded, not so many anymore…
But occasionally, they’d return, these nasty, Weevil detrivore,
Last week, they came onto the keyboard while I used CorelDraw!
But yesterday was the first day when I saw them no more!

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Oh, sod-it! I just went to make a mug of tea and spotted this. Tsk!

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Oh, Woe is me!

Inchcock: Monday 24th December 2018: Weevils revenge, a Whoopsiedangleplop surge, and the mind wandered off on its own accord a few times. Tsk!

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Dec 24 2018

Monday 24th December 2018

Samoan: Aso Gafua 24 Tesema 2018

WD0.0.128 23:45hrs. It didn’t take long for the brain to recognise the desperate need (Yet again!) for the post-prandial use of the Porcelain Throne! For some reason, Arthur Itis was in a bad mood, and both knees were not keen on movement without pain. 

But, I had to get through the discomfort and to the wet room and Throne – where I had to go through the same with the evacuation. A red-hot, burning and seeming at times to be an endless evacuation. It took a lot of effort, and the blood flowed.  I really must mention this to the nurse at my Warfarin blood test later, and add it to the QMC Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic notes! What a mouthful! Haha!

1Mon01WD0.0.128 After cleaning up,  I spotted and collected several EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) from the wet room floor, all deceased. But they did look well-fed and fatter than usual to me?

And I really was starting to think that the Weevil War was over, as well. How come there were so few over the last few days, and now they counter-attack, yet again? It’s a good job I continued to spray the Santex every day! The cunning, mendacious, not-so-little-now,  mites! 

Got the Health Checks done, and then updated the record on Excel, for last week and today.

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I worked out that I had to get the ode idea and diaries updated quickly. Because the INR blood test is due at 0815hrs today, instead of Tuesday, that being Christmas day.  Which means I’ll have to get the ablutions done at 0630hrs, to give me an hour to get the ablutions done, dressed, the nibbles ready, so I leave at 0720hrs, no later in case Arthur Itis gives me any bother, I have a feeling he will. Allowing me, about 55 minutes to walk to the surgery.

I got a message from Tim Price, pointing out about my temperature record being too low. So today, after the visit to the nurse, I’ll call in a chemist and get a new thermometer, hopefully, an in-the-ear one. And check on how to use it properly. Thanks, Tim. I turned up the heating on the radiators in the kitchen and computer room.

I got the weekend post finalised and sent off to WordPress. Then did the funny ode and photograph post was done.

Made a start on this blog.

1Mon01aaMade some brekkers again, for a change. Sausages, tomatoes and bread thins.

WD0.0.128 I realised I’d forgot to take the morning medications, so I did so, albeit a little later than usual. What an Utter Eizel!

My EQ told me that the Whoopsiedangleplops were not finished yet. There may well be ululations aplenty to come! The old EQ is rarely wrong, I’m afraid!

I tended to the ablutionalisationing. Not as refreshing as usual, with me not being able to use the noisy shower with it being so early in the day.

I could not take the five black bags of waste to the chute for the same reason, not wanting to disturb the other hostages… I mean residents. Hahaha! But I put two empty rinsed jars and the bag to drop in the recycling bin on the way out and took the white bag of recyclable stuff to place next to the caretaker’s door. Int life awkward, sometimes?

I got to the lift and down into the foyer, to find Cyndy doing her laundry, which cheered me up, having a little chinwag usual does that to me.

WD0.0.128 Tsk! it dawned on me that I had not put the hearing aids in! Back up to the apartment and collected them. Back down again, and said my farewells to Cyndy, who had kindly waited where I’d left my bags on the floor in the panic when I shot off for the aids, to watch things for me. Bless her! Thanked her, and set off out into the gloomy but beautifully coloured morning. I got about 50 yards and… WD0.0.128 I’d not taken the anticoagulation form with me! I’m running out of names to call myself without using naughty words. So many Whoopsiedangleplops this morning! What a nayfish! Back to the building and up to the apartment yet once more. No luck in finding the form, it had disappeared. I could blame the Weevils, but that would not be feasible. Hehehe!

1Mon05aFinally, at last, I set off again!

The colouring as I limped along Chestnut Walk was still looking amazing as I took this photograph.

The plates-of-meat were already stinging after all the extra ups and downs due to my malfunctions, botches and bungles, so far!

1Mon06A short way down Winchester Street, not far from where the Mystery Boots Fiasco tool place, last month, I came across some Nottinghamian Street Art with a difference.

I’d have had a peep at what was in the bags adorning the artwork, but if I delayed now, I might be late arriving at the surgery, and my EQ told me that it was not going to me Nurse Nichole in attendance. (I later found out it was right again!).

1Mon07I hastened with the feet getting ever increasingly pained, Tsk! Down Winchester Street Hill and turned right onto Mansfield Road.

Being the day it is, and the buses on a Saturday service, I was still surprised by the lack of traffic and pedestrians about. I couldn’t even see any Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists!

I exerted my short, Churchillian-like body and limbs to the maximum, and pressed on up the hill, down the other side and arrived at the Sherrington Park Medical Practice in Carrington, and managed it with two minutes to spare before my appointment time! Not bad, considering all the Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops I’d suffered. ‘Smug Mode Adopted! (Temporarily!)

I got the crossword book out and had a failed go at it. Fifteen minutes later, Nurse Ann called my name out from around the corner!

WD0.0.128 I cowered, trembled and cringed. But somehow or other, I struggled up and out of the chair, dropped my book into the bag and carried it with me towards her, as I smiled bravely! Heroic I was!  Intrepid, bold, daring, audacious, undaunted, I ignored her rushing me, and took my time as I followed her into the treatment room…

WD0.0.128 Where the stout-heartedness evaporated! My regular famously demure, coy, submissive, cowardly Mode returned. Especially as I had to tell her I had forgotten to bring the Anticoagulation form with me… then mumbled my way through explaining about the farce I had earlier in going back to the flat… My words meant nothing of course. Just one of her Prize-Winning stares thrown in my direction that said: “Oh, yes!”, stifled my words, and I meekly carried out her instructions to the letter without saying anything other than in reply to her interrogational questions. As for asking about the problems I was suffering with, the ankle and knee giving way, the temperature concerns and Dizzy Dennis’s attacks… I’d sooner have gone bungee-jumping than risk asking her. Hehehe!

1Mon08I thanked her, gave her some nibbles and crawled away. I dropped some more treats on the receptionist desk and scuttled out into the now slowly changing morning light.

With a sky that I imagine would have been a delight to any Nottinghamian interested in the hobby of nephelognosy.

The chemist was not yet ope1Mon07an, so I carried on a bit and called in the Lidl Store. I wish I hadn’t now!

In the yellow painted retailer in this picture, the launderette, I noticed Big John and went in to have a chinwag with him for a bit.

A git of a Pavement C1Mon07byclist frit me as he belted by from behind. The Git!

On to the Lidl store. I wandered around, in no rush. I selected some salt & vinegar potato sticks, some mini-weiners, a cheese twist, and a baby pork pie (For Christmas Day breakfast, as has been my habit for years now). I got to the self-serve tills area and joined the end of a long queue.

WD0.0.128 By the time my turn came up…

  • Two women had banged into the back of my bad knee with their trolley.
  • A bloke had trodden on my corn, and gave me a dirty look?
  • And a woman had nipped in front of me taking my turn at the tills.

WD0.0.128 Tsk! My chance arrived, and I moved as quickly as I could to avoid being Queue-jumped again and started putting my few bits through the machine.

WD0.0.128 I was having a problem finding the cheese twist on the price list on the screen, I could hear the muttering and tutting behind me… A chap leant on my shoulder with chin and told me which button to press to find what I needed, I thanked him, then he came out with a naughty four-letter descriptive word for me! Oh, dear, worra day!

I left the store in haste, despite the bag I was carrying. I went to the chemist who was now open. Big John was having a fag near his car, and few words and a laugh were exchanged.

1Mon07cWD0.0.128 I went towards the pharmacy, to find it packed solid with customers. So I did not go in to get the prescriptions or a new thermometer.

The Pelican Crossing further along Mansfield Road was now out of order. The Flats in this picture, are named, Tavistock Court, has a little history. I remember them being built.

1Mon12A former Nottingham Post journalist who travelled the length of England for free using only his old folk’s bus pass started his journey here.

The Post Code had only had 182 reported crimes last year.

A single flat was sold at Auctions for only: £38,600!

Just thought, I’d mention it.

1Mon09I walked, well, limped back to Sherwood and called into the Ozan International Food Centre.

The one with the large young lady who overcharges or shortchanges you when she can get away with it. But what a body!

I got a small sliced loaf (£1.49, but tasty!) pickled mushrooms and two tins of chilli beans for a quid.

Then I called in the Boots Store and got a thermometer. I couldn’t get one that went in the ear but got one similar to the old one.

1Mon10The climb back up Winchester Street, took more out of me than I would have liked.

But I got up okay, with several stops to rest the corn, ankle and heel.

At least there were no Porcelain Throne needs while I was out and about.

1Mon11The sky and lighting were so beautiful when I got onto Chestnut Walk. I took this decent shot of the Winwood Heights as the yare today.

Not many prisoners around, in fact, I didn’t see one on my way to the apartment, anywhere?

I got in, and still, no more demands for the Throne arrived?

I put the bits of food away and got the oven on a low heat ready to warm up quickly for the chips later on. I’m going to make sarnies with tomatoes to go with the chips. Unless there is a change of plan.

A lot of banging and knocking from up above today. Big John I suspect.

I did the Health Checks. I got both of the thermometers and used them straight after each other. Tried them both, and got 33.1° on the new one, and 31.2° on the old one! Threw the used one in the recycle bin! It looks like it was acting up, then?

1Mon33I started to update this blog for a few hours, then decided I was too tired to continue. Poor old thing… Haha!

So got the chips cooking and made the ham and tomato sandwiches. A Flavour-Rating of 7.2/10, was given. Mostly for the wonderful tasting bread and the fries.

I spent about three hours watching the TV, about 70% of the time, asleep! Hahaha!

Woke up many times, and eventually gave up and turned off the telly.

Zzzz!

Inchcock’s Ode to his beloved EIBWBBBs!

Just a few thoughts and recollections about Inchies EIBWBBBs

(Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles)

Dec 24 2018

Having got acquainted with my beloved EIBWBBBs, who arrived when the new windows were being fitted in the apartment, I think I would miss them now if they were to move on to another flat. We’ve had many happy times together:

Oh, how they loved the new Spare Room Window, with its holes in the filler and plaster and the cracks to hide and play in!

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Of course, the new balcony being built brought them out in their hundreds, only to be slaughtered as their Guardian, Inchcock, spent hundreds of pounds of the last eight months of their sojourn in flat 72!

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Above and below, the EIBWBBBs favourite hideout, the Wet Room. With its holes in the wall where could escape into the kitchen to the walk-in cupboard, climb in the wash basin for a swim, on the curtains so they could play at dive-bombing Inchcock when he has a shower… best of all, they had the escape route down the drain on the floor!

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When the balcony door was installed, they had a wonderful time coming in through the cracks in the plaster and holes in the sealant.

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The Kitchen was popular with the little mites.

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Not Classified but interesting!

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Before arriving here, as inmate 72 at Woodthorpe Court, I’d never seen a Weevil before in real life.

I have now!

Hehehe!

Bless ’em!

Inchcock Today – Sat/Sun 22/23rd Dec 2018: Self-pitying, Porcelain Throne, and Whoopsiedangleplops Ridden Weekend. Humph!

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Dec 22 2018

Saturday 22nd December 2018

Bulgarian: Събота 22 декември 2018 г.

00:25hrs. For a complete change, I woke this morning ‘Not’ wanting to recall any of the dreams I’d been having, but bits still insisted on filtering through, possibly the worst nightmare I’ve had all year. Just about every one of my many mistakes, bad judgements, and embarrassing episodes were momentarily relived, and it wasn’t very nice at all!

WD 0.25.0 I lay feeling sorry for myself for a while, when I opened my eyes, the scene was so soul-destroying – I’d been at the Nocturnal Nibbling again! As it dawned on me how many bits of fodder I had on, and around my body, the self-hatred and frustration grew! (Please see the Morning Thoughts, above). I wonder if I can get some help with this problem? Mind you, it’s not every night, just now and then that I gorge myself in my sleep. And, I have really tried this last couple of weeks to attain a degree of abstemiousness… He says, looking for some lame excuse. What a yold, Tsk!

WD 0.25.0 I moved on mind-wise and lay thinking about what is on for today, and it was like someone suddenly released a hose pipe! A dire struggle ensued to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room in time. Then en route, I realised that the (First of many) Porcelain Throne was required as well! My first evacuation of the day was one of the mini-rugby ball types. But no haemorrhaging. It’s not been a great start to the day, I thought. (An understatement as I was to discover later! Oy Vey!

Anitcepticated the hands, and off to get the Health Checks done.

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No surprised in the readings and the sphygmomanometer worked first try. Took the medications with some milk for a change, then made a brew of the Strong Assam tea.

WD 0.25.0 I started to shiver a bit. After previously feeling all warm and snug? I didn’t need the EQ to tell me I was coming down with something or other. For once, I was so glad that no one will be calling on me.

WD 0.25.0 No sooner had I sat on the computer chair, another hasty visit to the Porcelain Throne (2nd) was needed! A massive evacuation, this time of the normal mode, but a lot of it. Washed and antisepticated the dandies and contact points this time, with the Dettol. As I came out of the wet room back to the computer, a bit of sweating was starting, I took off my woolly hat and jumper. I reckon I’ll have Diahorrea Donald as a visitor for a while.

When I closed down the computer yesterday, I did it with the Update & Close option. So, once again I was not too bothered about all the flashing and stuttering that went on. Huh!

WD 0.25.0 I made a start on this blog. Slow work, because the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet was so stuttery again!

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6Sat07I put the heavy dressing gown on as well now, it felt so cold everywhere in the flat. The slow computer was driving mad!

So I went to make another brew of tea, and get some mushrooms in the crockpot. I decided it might be a good idea if I made a stew of some sort. I have pork chinks in the fridge I can add to the mushrooms with some vegetables (parsnips, peas, and carrots) later when I get the 6Sat06cooker started.

Blimey, it still feels nippy in this kitchen, more so than the other rooms?

The thermometer read 9°c – 59°f, it must have got colder overnight. I took this photo to show the lights outside.

Then, as I returned with my mug of tea to the computer: I had to veer off to the wet room, and Porcelain Throne visit three! Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

WD 0.25.0 An incident-filled session ensued. The passing style changed again, this time to a liquefied and messy mode!

WD 0.25.0 And there was a lot of bleeding! Heck of job cleaning and medicating things after the evacuation. Tsk! I think this may be the last of the Throne visits, as there has been so much passed, there cannot be much left in there? (He says hopefully).

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WD 0.25.0 Then I spotted just one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) He or she was dead, and although it doesn’t really show on this picture, it was a massive beast.

Back to this lactarium.

Then I realised I had not yet finished off the Friday diary. Nitwit!

6Sat08Before I started the updating, I nipped into the kitchen to add the ingredients to the mushrooms in the crock-pot: Sliced some parsnips, cut some pork into pieces and put them in with the mushrooms. I added some caramelised gravy stock and Hoisin sauce, gave it a good stir and started the slow-cooker on low.

I noticed that the temperature had shot up to 64°f, now.

I then got on with the updating and got it sent off to WordPress. Better late, than never!

I sensed that I could feel a draught coming from somewhere, but could not find the source. Is that possible? Here I am in my jammie-bottoms, dressing gown, slippers and with my knitted hat on, the temperature tells me is no longer cold… but that is how I feel. Cold!

6Sat11The shakes and shivers are far less frequent than earlier, though. 

As I was taking this photograph out of the light and view-blocking kitchen window with the ledge that sticks out so far I cannot manipulate the camera if I want to make a downward shot, like this one and see the viewer at the same time… what was I saying? Hehe!

6Sat12The Hunger Pangs arrived, and I made a mini breakfast of a slice of pork pie and some mini tomatoes.

WD 0.25.0 The top of the salt pot fell. The mystery is where all the salt that fell out went to? Fair enough some went into the container, but where did the rest of it go?

It’s little mysteries like this that seem to evade other folks. Like the enigma of noises, I hear but cannot locate? The EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) infestation, the most unreliable memory and concentration levels, etc. That seems to have followed me all of my sad, miserable, confused, bewildering, inscrutableness-filled failed life, and are still visiting me now, in my continued route to full decrepitude classificationHehe! Just thought I’d mention it!

Had a few Highland Shortie biscuits, then fell asleep sat in the computer chair! Oh, dear!

Hours later when I woke again, I went on to Facebooking on the TFZer site.

6Sat13Did the Health Checks and got the nosh ready.

I deliberately dished up some extra gravy with the concoction of pork and vegetables so I could enjoy dipping the broken off pieces of the gloriously tasting Soughdough baguette. Mmm! Not as tasty as I’d hoped it would be, nut the bread was enjoyed. Gave this one a Flavour Rating of 6/10.

Drained and unbelievably still feeling so tired. I got the fourth summoning to the Porcelain Throne! Another fluid evacuation. It confuses me as to how quickly the innards could have turned things like this and got the fodder through the various inner workings and out, so fast!

Cleaned the pots, and settled mega-early into the £300 second-hand recliner. Viewed the Freeview schedule, and found three films one after the other, that I thought I’d watch.

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Got up to do the Health Checks to find that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were both active.

Not a really disagreeable day, but the ailments coming and going were a tad irksome. I’ve had far worse ones. Got the head down again, and fell asleep in seconds.

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Dec 23 2018

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Sunday 23rd December 2018

 Yiddish: זונטיק דעצעמבער 23, 2018

00:15hrs. WD 51.0.0 I woke in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne! I almost threw my elephantine body mass off of the £300 second-hand recliner, clouting my knee of the Ottoman as a hastily rushed to the wet room. Yet again, making it just in time. (This can’t last, I fear my next visit will not be so lucky for me!)

The evacuation was a typical Haemorrhoid Harold affair, messy and with great patience needed, my knowing full well a second dollop was brewing to follow on! (Experience told me this, and I was right for once). I did not move from the seat, I dare not! I got the Clarkson book and read a few pages, before the almost-liquid second-coming, came! Hahaha!

WD 51.0.0 Another worrying factor, I nearly nodded-off while sat there reading the book? This concerned me a bit, so I cleaned up and got the computer on to find out what I could, of the noddings-off I’m suffering. I found this advice:

  • Many cases of narcolepsy are thought to be caused by a lack of the brain chemical hypocretin (also known as orexin), which regulates sleep. This deficiency is thought to result from the immune system mistakenly attacking parts of the brain that produce hypocretin. A number of factors may increase a person’s risk of narcolepsy or cause an autoimmune problem, including:
  • anyone elderly, with a high EQ
  • an inherited genetic fault
  • hormonal changes, including those that occur during puberty or the menopause
    major psychological stress
  • a sudden change in sleep patterns
  • an infection, such as swine flu or a streptococcal infection
  • having the flu vaccine Pandemrix

Research is yet to confirm whether all of these play a role in narcolepsy.

I just ended up putting it down to my having been such a bundle of energy and working such long hours for so many years, and I’m getting old and paying for it now. Huh!

Got the Health Checks sorted. The flipping Sys and Pulse were high! 

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7Sun03Got it finished and went to make a brew and get some potatoes into the crock-pot. 

WD 51.0.0 I intended to let them marinate in the water, seasoned with some strong Balsamic vinegar. I change the plans after I’d put light Soy Sauce in by mistake. Klutz!

While doing this, I had a brave-wave of an idea for a humorous rhyme about this weeks thoughts. Seen above, I added it to this post, as I had already posted it off stand alone this morning.) So I got it made up and sent off. When I create these ode-thoughts, if they do not flow out of the brain, I abandon them. This one shows the state my mind must have been in. Haha!

I went to make another brew of tea, a Strong English Breakfast one this time.

WD 51.0.0 As I put the kettle on, a second summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room. A particularly reluctant evacuation at first this time, again giving me time to read more of the Clarkson book (Nearly finished now). I even had a glance around for any signs of any of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), but like yesterday, I could only one on the floor near the shower drain, but this was a live one, and soon made its way to and disappeared down the drain. The evacuations might have reluctant to move, but it was terribly splattery when it did come. I wonder if a new problem had affected the splanchnic department, somewhere, or is it the foods I have been eating?

Around 0500hrs I heard some noises again, as I have been doing lately around this time, but th7Sun07aey were different this time. Repeated sort of long scraping sounds, but of short duration? I had a wander around, but by the time I started hobbling around, they had stopped again.

I opened the light and view-blocking new window in the kitchen and stuck the camera put taking a blind shot of below. The rain had stopped now, and I think that the giant puddle near the compound gate to where Willmott Dixon is building Winwood Court, had gone down a lot.

WD 51.0.0 Unbelievable! Another trip to the Porcelain Throne! Hard to understand as well, was the again changed nature of the evacuation! Back to the hard mini-rugby ball-shaped escapees! Tsk! No hesitating in exiting either, no a little bit of discomfort. Still, on the bright side, there was no bleeding again. So, from diahorrea to liquidified messy splattering, next to mountainous rock-hard granite-like… Oh, never mind, it’ll change again next time I expect, if there is a next time! Tsk!

Cleaned up and medicated things in need of the same, and went on Facebooking.

Sister Jane rang. She gave me a few clandestine verbal telling-offs. (She is brilliant at this, I’d say up to Margaret Thatcher standard!) We chatted as I felt more and more guilty about my Sister-pointed-out failings. Hehehe!

7Sun10Got the nosh sorted. Beef pie, potatoes with a drop of BBQ sticky sauce on each half, tomatoes and mushrooms. Followed with a naughty, wicked Limoncello dessert. A Flavour-Rating of 8.5/10 given.

I ate up the small but decent meal and placed the tray on the side chair. I thought I may have difficulty in getting to sleep tonight, with my dropping off for so long in the chair earlier.

7Sun11Some strange noises were heard again, this time they sounded like whining and tapping sounds at the same time. I knew there was no work taking place?

I went out into the light and view-blocking, letting in the rain balcony, with its finger trapping window opening mechanism and misted up in the rain glass with gaps between them. The noises lasted a good few minutes, and I began to think they might just be in my head. I could not locate where they were coming from, seemingly all around?

WD 51.0.0 Got a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I sat back down in the £300 second-hand recliner. Only a short one, though. And it did not stop me nodding off quickly, and for an uninterrupted five-hours! No waking in need of the Throne, that arrived as soon as I woke up again at 23:25hrs! Tsk!

Inchcock – Sun 2 Dec 2018: I hate Weekends! Just thought I’d mention it, like. Tsk!

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Sunday 2nd December 2018

Welsh: Dydd Sul 2 Rhagfyr 2018

23:25hrs: The brain woke up at the same time as my body this morning (rare! Hehe!) The mind was free of the usual fearful, apprehensive and vacillating thought-storm, for a change, no barrage from the encephalon today. But I did have a headache.

As I lay there, thinking ‘By gum, it feels all warm and snug this morning in here’, I moved the head and felt a bit of pain from the back of it? I had a feel around and found a tiny lump or bruise. But cannot recall anything happening that might have caused it? Well, at least it explains my headache. Hehe! Then again, this is not surprising, with my having had the Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun visits last night.

I unhitched my hog-like, outsize, paunchy-stomached body free of the £300 second-hand recliner, and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Another firm-flatulent evacuation. During which, I spotted just three of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles). I cleaned up and antisepticated the hands and contact points.

7Sun02Then, adopted a Weevil-Seek and Destroy mode with the bug killer, in all of the rooms.

I’m pleased to report, that when I collected them all up, they counted to only nine, all dead EIBWBBBs in total! I reckon that mayhaps, the colder wet weather was helping keep these alien invaders down?

7Sun05I went to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. I turned off the light to take this photograph out of the window of the rainy start to the day.

WD 128.0.128 Unfortunately, for me, this is when I spotted the light on in the stove and realised I had left the oven on all night!  What a nebbish!

WD 128.0.128 After taking the picture, and having the brainwave to use it as backing for my Thought of The Day; I left a finger in between the frame and the window casing as I closed it. I also believe I am a mashugana! I silently muttered something naughty under my breath!

Taking the medications, I added a stool softener capsule and Codeine Phosphate to the morning doses. The painkiller, to counter my headache, finger pain. Now Duodenal Donald is starting to kick in too. So, I had a decent guzzle of the ineffective, weak, not fit for purpose cheaper substitute for Aludrox medicine, named Peptac. Humph! At least Shaking Shaun is giving me a break. Odd moments of instability indicated that Dizzy Dennis seems to be lingering in the background, preparing an attack, though.

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WD 128.0.128 Golly-gosh, the Sys, Dia and pulse readings were a little high?

I got on with updating the Saturday post. But did not get far…

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Back on again… Tsk!

Finished the Saturday blog at last. 0500hrs!

Went on YouTube and dunked some biscuits.

Started this post off. 05:55hrs: Got up to here, and decided to get the laundry sorted out and done. Down and deposited the washing in the machine and back up to the apartment.

Hello, another Porcelain Throne visit called for?

7Sun10Watched some YouTube car crash videos, then back down to swap the clothes to the drier.

I took the recycling bag down with me to drop outside near the caretaker’s door with the others there already.

Down and out, The scaffolding is disappearing from around the foyer area outside, now. I put the big white bag of recyclable materials down 7Sun12and added my mint sauce jar and chestnut jar in the glass recycling bin.

They looked out-of-place mixed in with the other tenants, Chardonnay, lager, wine, Gin, whiskey, rum, and champagne bottles, etc.

When I emptied the drum, I found a tea-towel at the bottom that was not mine. Some poor soul had missed it earlier when taking their stuff out. I put it on the window ledge in clear view, so if they realise and come to have a look, it will be easy for them to spot it.

7Sun11I moved the things to the dryer, the filter was cleaned out, well done to whoever did it.

Two residents came in when I went out to take this photo on the left, of the rain puddles outside.

WD 128.0.128 They did not speak, nor did I because as they came into view, I had my camera up to my eye! I got a look of suspicious, surprise and superiority. (Work out what a look like this looks like if you can. Hehehe!)

Back again to the flat, and updated this blog, until it was time to go back to collect the clothing. 

WD 128.0.128 Argh! A third visit to the Throne! Not good this! And a heavy duty one as well. A smidge of blood in there, too. Feeling uncomfortable in the lower regions now! Humph!

The alarm I set chimed out, and down to the laundry room again.

WD 128.0.128 I went to get one of the toothbrushes to clean the filter with, and they were gone? Used my fingers. Got the togs out and cleaned the drum with the antiseptic wipes I keep in the laundry bag.

Up to number 72 and got the clothing in the airing cupboard. Made-up the freshener and pod pots with new supplies and put back in the bag.

0900hrs: On the Inchcock Today blog amending.

1250hrs: Finished the blog updating. Many (SSWWs in between)

Weary and tired, I thought I’d have a sit down in the £300 second-hand recliner with a drink of spring water and lemon cordial, and watch a DVD. I soon fell asleep.

I woke to see the landline phone ringing light flashing. Escaping the grip of the recliner in time before it stopped, it was Sister Jane who rang.

WD 128.0.128 Unfortunately, as I was chatting, I realised that the fungal lesion had been bleeding and dried, and moving out of the chair had cracked things and started the flow of blood again! Huh! Lucky or what? Still, I chatted away with Jane as the blood flowed down my leg, and enjoyed it. Not the blood running down, I mean the Sister Jane chinwagging)

Off to the wet room to clean up and medicate things.

6Sat06Got the meal sorted and served up. I reckon if it weren’t for the Morrison’s anaemic, flavourless, plastic-like beef slices, this meal would have been one of the best ever this year, tastewise. The bean flavouring came out perfect for once, balsamic vinegar, half-a-spoon of demerara sugar, mustard and oregano. The potato slices cooked just how I like ’em. The yellow toms were tasty, too. 9/10 Taste Rating!

Health Checks were done, and I took this photo from the kitchen window as the sun suddenly came out.

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The twinkle reflections were not planned or wanted, but it came out looking a bit different anyway.

I watched some TV (all of five minutes or thereabouts, Hehe!), before nodding off into dreamland.

TTFNski each.

Inchcock – Sun 25 Nov 2018: An odd dream. Deceitful, cunning Weevils attack. Didn’t see or speak to a living soul (Apart from some weevils) Hehe!

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Sunday 25th November 2018

Maori: Rātapu 25 o Whiringa-ā-Rangi 2018

ZZZZa24ed00:05hrs: I woke, I think in the middle of a dream. (This is odd for me remembering them so well) I was in a skyscraper office of some sort, and people were floating up outside to the window, where I was supposed to be serving them with drinks? A plane was coming towards the building, and I remember seeing it and taking a swig from a bottle, then realising I was drinking orange juice… I called out “Cut”, “I should be drinking alcohol here…” Someone hit me on the head with a clapper-board and told me I was sacked! I shouted to everyone that I was going to throw myself out of the window. The people outside helped me through the window and clapped as I flailed about on my descent to the pavement waiting below, I landed on an old-style American Yellow Cab. Very weird? I made up this graphic from memory as best I could later to go on here.

I had to go to the wet room, for an SSWW (Short, sharp wee-wee).

7Sun01As I fumbled about getting my voluminous, onerous hog-like belly and torso free of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, and got my footwear on, I realised that the left little toes corn was now worked its way through the new slippers! I can’t understand it, it’s not as if they were cheap from the Poundland Shop, I bought these from the Shoe Zone, paying £4.99 for them, too! And the label said they were Grade A Quality, made in Taiwan. And they are only a few months old. Hehehe! Oh, the wit is flowing now, I do feel a lot better moodwise this morning, I have to say.

Off to the small room and by then I needed to use the Porcelain Throne as well. Another long session and painful with just a tad of haemorrhaging. But, still more comfortable than two days ago. So, no complaints from yours truly.

6Sat07Washed up the dandies, and off on patrol. A right assortment of bugs was collected on my Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles (EIBWBBBs) reconnoitring seek and destroy mission.

As I suspected yesterday, the Weevils seem to have joined forces with some other bugs and counter-attacked overnight. The calculating double-dealing, perfidious, unscrupulous, scheming, deceitful, cunning little beasts! No, I’m not talking about politicians this time, Hahaha!

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7Sun03I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications. The bug killer in the picture on the right is not part of my drugs. Hehe!

This A.M. the readings had receded a little again. Up, down, up, up, up, down… Tsk! 

Off for another SSWW.

7Sun07aGot on the computer on the 1959 model of the 1963 Hopewells G-Plan cabinet in which the doors no longer open, the drawers stick sometimes, the shelves are rotting, and the polish is rapidly dulling and scratched. Donations appreciated! Hehehe!

On the keyboard with the letters worn off the buttons, and is infested with Weevils, to get the Sad, Saturday post updated and sent off to WordPress. Took me ages to get it finished, mainly due to the visits of Shaking Shaun. Not seen him for a while, I’d hoped he might have moved on, but, no. Humph!

Went on the WP reader section and answered a WP comment.

I then made up an Asda Walmart order for Tuesday. Best day I thought, with me not having an INR Warfarin blood test this week.

Went to make another mug of tea7Sun11. I noticed how bad the floor had gotten with all the Rentokill, Raid and Sanmex bug killer spray that had been used. So, I got down on my knees with a cloth and kitchen towels with the Poundland shop bought Dettol hard-surface cleaner spray and had a good clean up. Dried it off with the towels.

WD54.39.1 This proved to be a trying and painful job for me. Well, I say that; the cleaning was not too stressful at all… It was the trying to get back up on my feet afterwards, that was to prove the most arduous, fatiguing, almost gruelling part of the task. So, my being a good boy and cleaning up, cost more hassle from Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Reflux Roger, who all joined in the attack on me with Shaking Shaun. Still, yer don’t like complaining does yer. Haha!

Got the mushroom in the saucepan in water and balsamic vinegar. Made a mug of tea to replace the one that went cold, and had another SSWW. Then made a start on this blog. During which, Shaking Shaun had had enough of punishing me and eased off, bless him.

I tried again to get on with the personal dictionary correcting. More hours of the day consumed!

Blurred Vision Vladimir kicked-off. My own fault maybe, spending too long at the computer screen?

Got the potatoes in the oven.

SSWW and the Health Checks completed.

7Sun38Nosh prepared. 

8.8/10 Flavour Rating

Washed the pots and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV, sure that this, as usual, would send me off into the land of Nod.

Oh, no, not this night it didn’t. Over the next five hours, I must have had thirty or more little few-minute drop-offs, the longest lasting for ten minutes or so. But proper sleep? Humph!

Inchcock: Mon 19th Nov 2018: A much more amelioratory day for Old Man Inchcock! Nottingham City Centre Photographicalisations, too!

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Monday 19th November 2018

Yoruba: Awọn aarọ 19th Kọkànlá Oṣù 2018

23:55hrs: 3Wed001 An agrypnotic dirty great big sneeze, ensured my desire for sleep, ended abruptly. If I’d got false teeth, I’m sure I would have lost them! A suspiration followed.

The gargantuan-bellied-body was removed from the £300 second-hand recliner with no difficulty at all. The mind, could have done with a bit of help, as it seemed to be jumping about, leapfrogging thoughts as they appeared and not getting anything resolved, recognised or decided?

Off for an SSWW (Short-sharp-Wee-wee). No call to the Porcelain Throne either. Nervosity to Defcom level 3!

Got the medications taken, and Health Checks were done. Onto the computer and got the HC results for last week done on the Excel sheet.

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The readings had shot up a little this morning.

I started to update the Sunday diary. Three hours later, I’d finished and got them posted off. Then I began writing this lactarium.

A few more SSWW’s in between things, of course. Still, no Porcelain Throne summoning?

I went on WordPress Reader next. Then on to Facebooking.

Tended to the ablutionalisationalistic needs.

Out into the cold but sunny morning, and off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus Portakabin, to wait for the bus with the other tenants in there. Good nattering session and laugh with Angela, Doreen and Roy. (Cheers me up, a good schmooze does).

Which included Angie and Roy, Welsh (Insult Specialist) William, Doreen and Brenda amongst others. I had a natter with them all, and Oberscharführeress Warden Deana and Oberfeldwebeless Julie. Can’t say what we spoke of, cause I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself.

Out to the bus stop to join the other ganglet of residents out there. We had a few spots of rain or hail, that were the finest, lightest we had ever seen, and it lasted for about one minute. Jolly-good chat with Penny on the bus to town.

I made my way to the Poundland store on Wheeler Gate. Going through Nottingham’s Slab Square, where the fayre, rides, stalls were preparing to start trading later.

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I arrived at the shop and spent a large amount of money filling both of my bags up. I paid at the self-serve till, where a lady put the stuff through for me, Bless her! I struggled out with the heavy bags containing: A Pork Farms pie, Lemon & Cucumber air sprays, bottles of bleach and disinfectant, nibbles for the social hour box and many packets of Doulton’s chocolate Liqueurs for mini Christmas pressies.

Back through the slab square again and to The Works retail shop to get a crossword book. I came out with three. Tsk!

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I went up to the Queen Street bus stop. They had this ‘Ride’ being prepared for the juvenile Nottinghamians to pay to play on.

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1Mon12When I got to the bus stop, I saw a face clearly on the paving slab near the bench. I thought I’d take a photo of it, draw around the supposed face and put it in this diary. Huh! I can’t even see the face myself now!

I lady arrived at the bus stop who I recognised from earlier trips on the L9. She lives on Sherwood Rise near to the flats. We had a lovely tête-à-tête en route.

1Mon13Penny got on the bus later. The light rain tried to fall a few times during the journey, but it didn’t amount to anything like proper precipitation.

Said our farewells as the lady alighted.

The clouds darkened a little, but still, no rain fell upon us.

1Mon14Penny and I walked from the bus, and we ambled along having a gabfest back to the flats.

I sneaked in this shot of the centre compound as we went along Chestnut Walk. I don’t think that Ian Incharge noticed so I can doctor this shot later when I get the time.

I was surprised at how tired I was when I got in.

1Mon14aThe Lasagne Al Forno in the fridge was on its use-by date. So I used it. Hehe! I sliced some tomatoes and put them on top of the dish. A few chips and put them all in the oven to cook.

Added some dried roast onions and a Cox’s apple.

Sister Jane rang me just as I was laying the food on the tray. A short chinwag ensued, during which I found the mobile phone I had misplaced. Tsk! Klutz!

A great tasting plate of fodder. Flavour Rating of 9.2/10.

3Wed001 I recall eating it Pennand putting the dish and cutlery in the washing up bowl. But not much else after that. A Dizzy Dennis and Blank -Spot suffered.

When I came round, I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. The DVD was on the TV?

Shame such a bad ending to such a decent day. Oy Vey!

Inchcock Sun 18th Dec 2018: Another lonely chinwagless weekend. Weevils still visiting. Humph! Ah-Well…

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Sunday 18th December 2018

Zulu: NgeSonto 18 ngoNovemba 2018

WD146.0.0 0015hrs: Woke with a cracking headache over the left eye. On the plus side, I didn’t go through my usual unpleasant expergefactory process of self-discriminatory, nit-picking and fault finding of my day’s actions, decisions, worthlessnesses, and fears. I just lay there trying to work out why I was feeling so glumpse and nefastous with myself, almost self-hating, for the few psychotomimetic, awkward moments that lingered pesteringly.

I was saved from this mental dysphoria, by the summoning from the innards, for me to attend and utilise the Porcelain Throne.

I extracted my outsize, paunchy elephantine stomached torso from the £300 second-hand recliner with no bother or hassle whatsoever. (My EQ told me this would not last for 7Sun07along!) Off to the wet room.

WD146.0.0 As I was seated doing my duty, I scanned the floor of the room and spotted about seven of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

Completed the evacuation, and gathered up the ‘all dead’ carcasses of the weevils. Put them in a paper towel, and said a few words over them as I wrapped them up, sprayed them with disinfectant and deposited them in the waste 7Sun07bin. Hehehe! They all seemed to be adults, which was worrying because the last week they have mostly been young ones?

In the spare room, I discovered more Weevils than of flat. EIBWBBB’s were scattered all around. Tsk!

Washed up, and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

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7Sun10The Sys, Dia, and Pulse had all come down nicely.

Off for an SSWW.

This headache continues to grind on. Humph!

Made a brew (the last one went cold) and made a start on finalising the Saturday Diary. Got it posted off, and began to make this one up.

Went on Facebooking, a lot to catch up on this morning, with my not doing any yesterday due to the early arrival of Fatigue Francis.

I decided to take an extra painkiller, the aching head is getting worse I think. Ah-well!

Spend a good few hours on TFZer Facebooking, WordPress Reading, Comments etc. By the time I had got caught up with yesterday’s blog updating and posting, the headache had eased off.

Did some graphic titivating on CorelDraw for later.

7Sun24I tended to the ablutionisationing as soon as it was 0800hrs, and I could use the shower without disturbing my neighbours too early with the noise. Had a refreshing session, didn’t cut myself shaving. (Although, I managed to cut my gums with the toothbrush, Klutz!)

The view outside was decidedly different on the left to the right?

7Sun25Seeing my beloved Tree Copse looking so thinned out and sadly damaged more by yobboes cutting paths through from top to bottom, made me feel so depressed.

I decided to get out a bit for a bit of exercise and fresh air.

Thought I’d call at the Co-op to get some more apples to replace the Lidl Cox’s that had all got mouldy centres. I’d thrown them away.

Took two black bags to the waste chute. Paid a rather messy visit to the Porcelain Throne, cleaned up again. I gathered the bag, hearing aids inserted in the lug-holes, the correct 7Sun20glasses put on, put the gloves on, ensured I took the recycling jars and bag with me, made sure I had some money in my pocket, and set on my little hobble around the block, so’s to put it. See the tiny route map below left.

Down in the elevator, out of the lobby and to the recycling and glass bin.

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I added my empty gherkin and vinegar bottle to the Thatchers Vintage Cyder, Peroni, wines, Champagne, Gin, Whiskey, Absynthe, Jack Daniels, Spirytus Rektyfikowany, Balkan, Zubrowka Bison, Huangiju, Kirsch, Cognac, Rum, Tequila, Lager, Freya Birch Spirit 40% Whisky Exchange, Black Cow pure milk Vodka 40%, Harrowgate Rum 40%, and Sangria bottles in the bin. I even found a bottle of a new one me; Brewmeister’s Armageddon beer (which has an incredible 65% abv according to the label)! I looked this beer up later and got this report: A Scottish brewery has created the world’s strongest beer — but a pint of Armageddon will cost drinkers a mind-blowing £80! Still, no good me being jealous. Hehehe!

7Sun27Over the road and off up the gravel hill path to the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis being no bother whatsoever! Off course, Anne Gyna didn’t like the going uphill.

WD146.0.0 At the top, I took this sad photo of the once beautiful thick tree copse. Looking rather threadbare and frayed now. Heartbreaking, for a nemophilist like me!
Waking down the path to the Mansfield Road gate, and doing a bit of nephelococcygia (the act of finding shapes in clouds), daydreaming, and 7Sun28watching the dogs taking their owners for a game of ball – I was suddenly feeling so contented, comfortable and warm. Despite the sunshine producing no heat.

WD146.0.0 It had to happen, a rabid 6’6″ young Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, shot speedily by me while I was standing still watching the clouds (Well, one has to have a hobby. Hahaha!) And the git belted by me so close, it made me jump a little. Oy Vey, the Nudnik!

7Sun29 No longer in my contented frame of mind, thanks to the Herbert on the bike, I plodded on out of the park and up and over the hill into Sherwood.

I called in the Charity shop to see if I could find a John Q or The Negotiator DVDs. No luck.

Out and down to the Wilko store and had a look around. I came out with kitchen rolls, some nibbles for the Social box and a bottle of washing-up liquid.

Paid the lady, and out into the oh so cold sunshine. Up the road and into the Co-op store. Leaving there with some fresh tomatoes, oven chips, marshmallows and Cox’s apples, hopefully, these will not have rotten cores like the Lidl ones did.

7Sun31Down the hill, and left starting off up the dreaded Anne Gyna prompting Winchester Street Hill.

I did notice an unusual shape in one of the bigger clouds, just out of interest, can you also see it? Think eagle

Anne Gyna soon started to complain as I walked up the incline.

When I got up to Cavendish Vale, I turned into the road to take this view of all three components of Winwood Heights. Woodthorpe Court on the left, the new Extra Care block and Sturmscharführeress Warden’s Offices in the centre, and Winchester Court on the right.

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Note the old Volkswagon car? ‘K’ registrations, that would be a 1971 VW Fastback Mark 3 with the 1.6H engine, I think.

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I moved on up the hill again and came across these flowers/plant sticking above the fencing further up. I’ven o idea what they are, but they do look just like the ‘Special White Radishes’ I got from Sainsbury’s last week? Apparently, they are not them, but they did remind me of those radishes. More pointless waffle, Sorry!

7Sun34bAs far as I could tell, up near the garages on Winchester Street, the Mystery Workers Boots and little bin had both vanished! Being replaced with the larger, somewhat rusty container. Nottinghamian Street Art at its finest! Hehe!

The short way up to the top of the hill, and left into Chestnut Walk.

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I took the opportunity to picture the scene in front of me. The barren and abandoned looking, lonely, unpopulated view of my beloved Winwood Heights.

In the complex, I didn’t see a soul all day again. Gawd, I hate Chinwagless Weekends! 

Got in the flat and Fatigue Francis dawned, earlier than ever on me. Did the Health Checks.

7Sun38Prepped the fodder and got it served up.

A few of the chips I’d bought, the gherkins, tomatoes, fried dried onions, Cox’s apple and a buttered pork sarnie. Followed by a pot of lemon mousse.

I ate it all up, wished I’d done more chips, though. A well deserved Flavour Rating of 9.3/10 was given!

I’m afraid the blues joined in with the weariness and all I did then (Apart from having many SWWWs, medications and the last Health Check in between getting up to check repeatedly that I had not left any taps on). (I’m going bonkers here you know!) Was to watch a DVD film, Seagal’s ‘Glimmer Man’. But after many nod-offs and rewinds, I gave up. Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Morning Thoughts: In a rhyme of sorts. Plus RIP to the Weevils. Hehe!

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I wondered what each streetlight and house light might be hiding?

Each morning light out there,
Someone in despair?
Someone washing their hair?
Alcoholics here and there?
Old chap asleep in his recliner chair?
Up there, a plane in the air?
A shoplifter in their lair?
Perhaps a millionaire heir?
A vicar with a prayer?
Someone eating a fresh cream eclair?
Someone hearing burglars downstairs?
Old folks playing solitaire?
Even someone happy somewhere?
Someone, to admit voting for Tony Blair?
Someone with their Cocaine, necessaire?
A street-sleeper, future billionaire?
Someone battling nasty spyware?
Someone short on their bus fare?
A cross-dresser in his lady’s wear?
Someone singing ♫Be my Teddybear♫?
A mugger waiting in a thoroughfare?
Terrorists, planning guerrilla warfare?
Someone trimming their armpit hair?
Politician, changing his nom de guerre?
A Christian, reciting the Lord’s Prayer?
Looking for a policeman, full of despair?
Some might be out, taking in the night air?
Some with a food cupboard that’s bare?
Stealing a car, phone or a Frigidaire?
Some in places, not wanting to be there?
Loyal, abstainers or having an affair?
So many bodies and minds in disrepair?
In Brexit, they find nothing fair-and-square!
Voters for Brexit, Oh yea!

Are we all going as mad as a March hare?

I thank you!

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A few WHERIBWBBISA Official Photographs of Weevils attacking in flat 72 Woodthorpe Court over the last few months or so… You get to like ’em after about six months!

A few from November:

 

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A few from October:

 

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A few from September:

 

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A few from August:

 

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A few from July:

 

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A few from June:

 

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RIP

Inchcock Today – Thursday 6th September 2018: Laundry Room Tribulations

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Thursday 6th September 2018

Kurdish (Kurmanji): Pêncşemê 6ê îlona 20108

4Thu0010038hrs: I awoke, and automaton-like, I went for a wee-wee. Nae bothers, getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner. No signs of any Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles in the wet room.

Took the washing down to the laundry room and got it going.

None of the other three machines was in use.

4Thu001aI nipped outside to take a shot of the metal-maze outside the foyer door.

Back up to the mini-apartment, and got the Health Checks done.

The sphygmomanometer took three attempts before it worked. I wonder if it’s getting time to buy a new one?

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Sys and Dia were down a bit, which I thought was a beneficial thing, pulse up a tad and the weight the same as yesterday… which was still too high. (Shame Mode Adopted).

Took the medications with some spring water, and set about making a small mug of tea.

Got the Computer on…

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4Thu050150hrs: Down to move clothes from was washing machine to the dryer.

WDP001Ba Gnash! Some scoundrel had been down and used both dryers and no washer! The naughty person, using both dryers and no washer and seeing that I had stuff in the washing machine, and knew that they should not do this!

This meant I had 40 minutes to wait to get one myself! Nipped up to add this comment to the diary, then went down to await the guilty culprit to remove their togs so I could dry my gear. Grr!

4Thu06The lady appeared, all calm and not bothered about what she’d done to me. Ah-well!

Got the dryer going, had a natter with her and gently mentioned about her transgression of the house rules. I don’t think it will make any difference.

She collected her bits from the second dryer that I had taken out and folded for her.

Back up to the flat again, and set the timer to remind me to retrieve the washing later when the machine had done its job.

4Thu07aTime to go down again and collect the clothing.

I’m sure that the dressing gown is getting bigger each time I wash it? Hehe!

WDP001Ba One of the long-sleeved shirts I bought from the Sports Direct shop and worn for the first time, now has a hole in the middle of the front of it, that looks like it has been frayed? I dumped it in the bin.

4Thu01I mentioned about someone using the waste chute at 0625hrs the other morning, although it didn’t bother me cause I was up and on the computer, but, the rules are not to drop anything down until 0800hrs.

Well, as I suggested might have been the case, a tenant was woken up by the noise and had written a note for the offender on the notice board. Good for them!

Home again, I put the clothing away and made a mug of tea. Then on to the computer, now working, but slowly, again.

Caught up to here on this blog, and then updated yesterday’s waffle. Trying to post the notification off on Google Email, and guess what?

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4Thu08Back on again.

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, the largest international TV and broadband company in the world. Who has to survive on a pittance of only a  $111.9 million salary. And still cannot manage to supply those who pay his company more and more for a crap, pathetic service. Cheers mate! May you fester with carbuncles and catch the Coxsackie Virus.

Went on CorelDraw to do some graphics for diary page tops.

Tended to the ablutionalisational activities next.

0800hrs: Then I took the six black bags of rubbish to the waste chute.

Sorted out the nibbles and prizes for the Social Hour – Yes, its back on again now!

Back on CorelDraw, until the food delivery arrives.

The fodder arrived, got it stored away and put some with the raffle prizes and nibble box.

Took a bag for the recycling collection on the way out. Half-way along Chestnut Way, and realised I had not got my camera with me. Huh!

The door into 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 hut near the door was closed off for the Willmott-Dixon sub-contractors to be able to carry on digging for the electricity supply cable. No photo, of course, Grumph!

I went in through the far end door. A lot of folks in there early today. Having missed a couple of meetings due to circumstances beyond our control, the clan seemed to be really enjoying it this morning.

I was so pleased to hand Jenny a  loaf and some Lemon Cream Cakes for her and Frank, and thank Jen for the Scottish Shorties biscuits she got for me.

Put the raffle prizes on the trolley. BJ was there, helping out with the raffle distribution. Cyndy and Margaret were in good form. I walked around rather than sat down, cause I could tell the fungal lesion was haemorrhaging.

Handed round the nibble-box, and had the odd chinwag.

Cyndy gave Jenny some chocolates and flowers in thanks for all her efforts on our behalf.

Then, I felt the PPs filling up, and had to leave early to get back to sort things out.

As it turned out, the bleeding was not too severe, but with it repeatedly leaking, some congealment meant, when I got in the apartment, I had a difficult time cleaning things up and medicating again.

I got caught up to here on this blog and decided to go to the chemist to see if I could buy some alternative to the Daktacort cream.

4Thu09As I checked the taps were off, oven off, crock-pot off, no lights left on and so on, I spotted the first of the Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles of the day, on the kitchen floor.

WDP001Ba I thought every one of the weevils was dead, and wet my finger to pick them up and threw them in the small washing bowl which was in the sink, full of hot water and caustic soda. The dang varmint 4Thu10critters started swimming!

I had a few laughs with Mo and another lady. As I got out of the lobby, I saw this helmet left on a bollard, and thought, by gum, the Willmott-Dixon lads are working so hard they’ve shrunk! Haha!

Back in a bit folks. TTFN.

4Thu11I hobbled along Chestnut Walk, though the life-threatening conglomeration of barriers, no footpaths and plant vehicles and cars intimidatingly lurking about.

A little drizzle was in the air.

It wasn’t cold at all, and the rain soon gave up falling.

4Thu13I limped down the Winchester Street Hill.

A bit of a vehicular kerfuffle at the junction lights with Mansfield Road, caused by a dodgily parked lorry.

Turned left to Boots to see if they had anything like Daktocort Cream over the counter. Nope! So then I asked them if they could take the used hypodermic needles from me and dispense them safely for me.

WDP001Ba The look I got back; that said to me: “Are you an idiot, how dare you, Dummkopf!” Followed with: “No! You must take them to your Doctor!” I left like giving a Nazi salute and saying “Ja, Mein Obergruppenführer!” and clicking my heels together! Tsk! I left feeling apathetic rather than insulted or annoyed.

Got to the Continental Food Store and searched for some of the lemon flavoured soft pastry slices with cream. Luckily they had some, so I got two packets, along with a turnip, Worcester apples, a tomato and a small loaf of bread.

Then ambled up the hill and called in the Wilko Store. Got some of their Yim-Lang (or whatever it is) scented fabric softener. Flipping thing had gone up in price.

4Thu13aaWent to the Co-op store for a look around, as I had plenty of time before the number 40 bus was due. Didn’t buy anything.

Got up to the bus stop.

Hen and Penny were in the shelter. Lovely gals, I enjoyed listening to them talking between themselves and having a right good laugh.

4Thu15Up the hill for two stops, and we all alighted and walked to the flats.

AS we turned the corner onto Chestnut Way, I spotted that Woodthorpe Court was having its new sign erected.

Well, partially anyway. The window lads came down on their hoist.

4Thu12I zoomed in to take a closer look.

Hen and Penny had shot off ahead by the time I got the camera put away in my pocket.

They stopped to natter to a fellow tenant. Thus, I was able to catch up with the pair of treasures.

For a moment, the raindrops fell then stopped within seconds of starting.

4Thu14We got in the lift, Penny got off first. Hen and I bade her well and cheerio.

Up to my floor and I alighted, bidding Hen farewell and good luck.

A short-sharp wee-wee, first job.

Got the kettle on to make a brew, and turned the oven up, ready for the seasoned potato slices to go in later.

Computer woke-up, and updated this page.

4Thu16Nosh finished cooking and got served-up.

The Worcest apple’s flesh turned brown the moment I sliced them. But the bitterish-sharp taste of this variety made a nice change.

The potatoes I overcooked to perfection. (if that makes sense, this is how I love them, slightly burnt!)

The tomatoes were just a tad bitter, but acceptable to me. The pickled cucumber slices were hotter than I expected. I must remember to eat fewer in future noshes.

The continental bread Turkey meat bacon sandwiches were fabulous and wonderfully tasty! Overall, a 9.2/10 rating was given for this effort.

4Thu17To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done,  and do the pots.

It was raining a bit, and I saw that the wonderfully artistic display of modern art that had accrued on the outside of the plastic covering, had lost even more pieces of mud, sand and bird-poo etc.

Puzzling?

Into the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, where the regular concatenation of evening events did not materialise, (i.e. nodding-off-waking-nodding-off). Instead, thoughts, mostly from Memory Lane’s interminable catalogue of failures, frustrations and embarrassments, exasperated me by marauding around in the grey-cells box for hours and hours. Leaving me with precious little memories of .what I was pretending to watch on the Goggle-box!

It was almost outré, laying there with the brain doing what it wanted to, and that was wallowing in my inadequacies, failures and might-have-beens. Tsk!