Inchcock Today – Tuesday 4th September 2018: Woke up to a Whoopsiedangleplop… or two! Tsk!


Tuesday 4th September 2018

Filipino: Martes Setyembre 4, 2018

 0310hrs: I woke up and fleetingly toyed with making plans to get up, reluctantly for once. Not like me usually. Soon, I’d decided to go on an Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles search and destroy mission. Belched, and I decided not to bother.

2Tue07aaWDP01a I noticed signs of my having been nocturnally nibbling.

I found resting firmly in the ample folds of my abdomen, twixt the thorax and midriff, a partly squashed plastic container, empty, that earlier had been full with beef flavoured chip sticks in it, the lid was entrenched under my right armpit!

It must have been there a good while, cause the ribs were bruised. I just could not remember eating them at all!

Then, as I struggled out of the second-hand £300 recliner, I felt something like pieces of grit crunching under my feet!

2Tue02fWDP01a Ah! I’d not nibbled all the chips. I suppose I fell asleep and tipped the container over?

Am I a Klutz or what? Huh!

Much, time, effort and pain later, I’d got most of the mess picked up. Couldn’t use the hoover this early in the morning cause of the noise. So I got down on my knees and hand-picked-up as much as I could find. As for my getting back up again… it was not easy! Tsk!

Did the Health Checks.


The monitor failed to work a few times, but it came right eventually.


2Tue04Although, some of the readings on were a little on the high still.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Decent evacuation this morning, although a tad loose and messy.

There was no haemorrhaging from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Second blood-free day, now. Good!

Not many evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles in the wet room this morning. One near the shower drain, and another on the curtaining.

There is a spit in the floor sealing on a corner, and I thought I saw some of the weevils shoot into the gap. But I’m not sure.

Finished the ablutions, and went to the spare room to check on the evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetle population.

The trap-card seemed to have the same amount of bodies stuck on it, like yesterday. A few of the weevils were lurking on the window ledge, but not many.

1Mon04I took the medications, and checked the weeks dosage pots, as there were no Ramipril capsules in this mornings. But all the others were okay.

WDP01a I had a super-duper Dizzy-Spell as I was making a brew. A right humdinger! It only lasted a few minutes, though. But was of concern, cause I’d never had such a forceful one like this before.

2Tue03I soon felt okay again. No more attacks came.

I think someone has been cleaning the cellophane outside the kitchen window. I reckon some of the blemishes seem to have disappeared?

Maybe, the Aliens or heavy rain to blame? Oh, no, I don’t think we had any rain. Beats me!

Updated Monday post, and got sent off to WordPress.

I made an Iceland order, for delivery Thursday twixt 0800 > 1000hrs.

Started this post off, but had to stop and get things ready to catch the bus.

I took three black bags of rubbish to the waste chute, and on the way down I grabbed a bag of recyclable stuff and dropped it off at the caretakers’ door.

The work taking place on Chestnut Walk has expanded, and what bit of pavement we had, we have no longer.

I joked the other day, about are they building a graveyard for the tenants who get knocked over and killed by the traffic, but it might be they are building us a paddling pool or could be accessing the water pipes to connect up the New Extra-Care block building. Hehe!

Well, as I passed the chaps, I saw a big roll of tape, with ‘Caution – Electric Cable’ written along it. So, no paddling pool – Haha!

I arrived at 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. A few folks in there chatting away.

Out to the bus stop, Caroline from the residential home came over for a natter. The bus soon arrived.

I got into Arnold and shot straight to Asda (Walmart). Rushed about the store and ended up getting, Cheesy Curls, bread thins, brown oven-bottom muffins, apples, seasons sliced potatoes and… erm… er… Two Fresh Cream French Horns. Guilty! Paid at the self-serve tills and rushed out to catch the bus, the moment I arrived at the shelter, it came! Bit of luck there!

2Tue11I got to the Hospital in plenty of time and without any chance of my being late.

Within minutes I was being pampered by a team of students and nurses in a side-room.

My problems were discussed and thrown to the others, for ideas, suggestions and identification guesses and prognoses.

They all abandoned the room after putting a cloth over my lower regions.

I lay there under the giant microscope for a few minutes, with the odd person coming in and asking me questions about my medical history.

Then even more medics came into the room. All of these lads and lasses wore severe facial expressions. I later found out these people were more students.

In the end, they all wished me well, and I was left with one nurse (A lovely meaty one), and the bloke. No one called him Doctor, but Mr whatever his name was?

So, a week so from now, I will be called back to see them again and should learn what is to be done.

I thanked him and went to catch the bus.

A lady and gent were on the bus. I did some crosswording, and we arrived safely home.

How I wish I could remember peoples names! Tsk!

Shared pleasantries with some people getting on the bus.

As the three of us limped along Chestnut Way, I hobbled as rear guard and warned them each time a vehicle approached from our rear.


Got to the flat, and Doris (I think) showed a way into the flats that we could use when the caretakers’ door was open.

I gave them a choice of nibbles. And up in the lift, we went. Bade our farewells as they got off before me, 6th floor I think it was.

Got into the apartment and put the kettle on and had a very painful-short-wee-wee.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

Just two evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles spotted. The first one appeared in the small washing up bowl, but after I’d just filled it up with soda water and washing-soda? I emptied the pan and made sure that the insect went down the hole and I put the plug in the hole. Filled a saucepan with cold water, took it to the stove, returned to get the saucepan lid from the drainer, and blow-me; Another weevil was in the sink! Oy-yoy-yoy!


2Tue09I got baby spuds into the saucepan seasoned with just sea salt.

Started on updating this diary, as far as here

I went on to the TFZer Facebooking.

Then the WordPress reader section.

2Tue26Got the nosh finished and served up.

It looked appealing enough.

WDP01a However, the belly pork slices had the texture of shoe leather, the taste of cardboard, and I have no idea why I ate them. I spent most of the time removing bits of gristle and lumps of solidified fat from the meat. The naughty fresh cream French Horns rounded a horrible meal off nicely though.

I was so tired and weary, I put the tray down to get up, and fell asleep, deep, blissful sleep.

WDP01a About half-an-hour later, the landline bust forth, with its most unwanted ringing tone and flashing light.

It was the Catwalk Jaguar, Generalfeldmarschalless Patch Manager Angela. I was a little confused having just woken up from a deep sleep, but I think I got the messages.. no, I lie. (In the morning I found scribbled notes I’d made during this conversation, now, if I can decipher them…)

It must be difficult for ordinary rational night-time sleeping tellurians, to grasp my problem with being an early-bird, morning person. Who is at his most active and alert post-prandial, and dies-off fades, loses concentration, interest and logicality early every afternoon. This is when the galimatias rules the brain.  This must seem like an Alice-in-Wonderlandish situation to most folks. But it’s true.

Did the last Health Checks and medication taking done.

Got settled into the rickety £300 second-hand recliner, started to watch a programme on TV, and off I drifted again.

Evening all!

Inchcock Today – Friday 31st August 2018: Went to Bulwell to feed the Mallards – there were none there? Humph!


Friday 31st August 2018

Albanian: E Premte 31 Gusht 2018

0225hrs: I woke with a start – still feeling tired, and the mind racing away so fast, I forgot each subject, fear or worry I was having the second the next one came along to agonise over. Tsk!

0245hrs: Once again, the ailments seemed to be kind to me, but of course, I haven’t moved physically yet. Although mentally, intangible as they were, the maelstrom of thoughts, anxieties, and ideas steadily dissipated. To be suddenly replaced with Duodenal Donald as he kicked off with a vengeance rarely known. Grumph!

It was no surprise to me, recently my afflictions, malaise’ and infections have been catching me out with their changes in attack formations and timings. Hehe!

0255hrs: As I positioned myself to get out of the £300 second-hand whining-in-use recliner, furuncular thoughts developed when I caught my rear-end getting up. An initial investigation was carried out by touch.

Whoosie3W01 Boils I think, right next to some of Harold’s Haemorrhoids! I made my way to the wet room for further examination. Not that I could see them of course. Four growths that I sense are boils, carbuncles, or maybe abscesses. But they are very minute in size, and often these things don’t burst forth and just seem to go away. I hope these will be those types. They are not really painful, just a smidgeon and then only when I catch the area. I hope I’ll be able to sit painlessly and comfortably on the computer chair later.

Washed and medicated the ‘spots’ with antiseptic cream. Got the dressing gown on (it was a little cooler this morning), and went to get the Health Checks completed.


Getting the kettle on, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off back to the wet room I trudged. No movement whatsoever, but the sensation that things needed to be evacuated remained? Three full pages of the book l4Thu11ater, I gave up.

Whoosie3W01 Went to wash my hands, and found three of the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles in the washing sink.


But I could not see any of the little buggers on the floor anywhere?


I spotted some mail on the floor near the door. A message from Jenny. And the INR blood test results with new dosages. The INR (International Normalised Ratio, also referred to as Prothrombin time (PT), and is a standardised measurement of the time it takes for blood to clot. – [Thanks to Tim Price]) was 3.4 which was almost spot on!

4Thu25To the kitchen and got the kettle on.

I emptied the black bags and disinfected sprayed the insides and made up three of them to go to the chute later.

Just one Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetle inside today.

I got him and executed the trespasser.

5Fri001Made a brew and got the computer on and settled to make a start on this blog.

I got into it, and let the mug of tea go cold. Tsk! Went to make another one.

Blow me down with a feather duster! A single lone Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetle was nonchalantly patrolling the top of the cooker. Cheek Already!

I decided that today, I would appease my ecdemomania, and have a hobble around Bulwell. This will enable me to get some of the Scottish Shorties biscuits, I hope.

I got up to here with this blog and went on the WordPress Reader section.

Liberty GlobWhoosie3W01 Well, Hell Bell’s, Liberty Global-Virgin Media Internet went down a few times!

Hard to believe, I know. (Sarcastic Mode Engaged) Tsk! and Humph! Ahntoisht!

Despite the best efforts of Virgin Media, I got yesterdays blog finished off and posted to WordPress.

Dance05aThen, I went on TFZer Facebooking.

I got a graphicalisation for the TFZ site, Hobble in the Woods series made and posted off.

I like this one, hope the others do too.

Whoosie3W01 Then, the danged Liberty Global-Virgin Media Internet started to go dead slow again, so I decided to get the ablutions sorted.

Had to rush a bit, with spending so much time on the graphicationalisationing. But it was refreshing deep-decoking session. Hehehe!

I popped up to Jenny’s flat and took the butter and oil with me. Handed it to Frank, and he gave me in return, a packet of Scottish Shorties that Jenny had got for me. Bless her!

I put the empty pickle jar in the bag, gathered the black bags and took them to the waste chute. Dropped the glass off in the recycling bin. And made my way along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, 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 somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.

5Fri005aThe lorry on hire to Willmott-Dixon looked a bit threatening, but he stopped short before there was any danger of his crushing me under his tyres.


I went on what was left of the grass verge to take this decent shot of the Woodthorpe Court flats.

Beginning to look rather pristine, now.

I just hope the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles I’d left rampaging through my apartment, appreciate the builder letting them in when they installed the new unwanted windows.

I was thinking of giving the weevils names? Only joking!

The grabber on the back of the wagon was soon busy removing concrete, soil and other undesired debris, aggregate and detritus from inside the compound.

Try saying that when you’ve had a few? Hehe!

The paddling-pool seems to be coming on well. Not really, but it does look like one! Harf-Harf!

I shared greeting with a few tenants en route to the cabin. Once inside I chinwagged with Warden Deans. Mable, Penny, Welsh William and two other gals and me had a good natter and laugh. The mobile went a few times, but I was not quick enough to get it out of my pocket before it stopped.

5Fri009aaThe bus arrived, a few talks with others on the way. I was soon dropping off in town, on Upper Parliament Street.

On Milton Street, I spotted this giant model bird, and I wondered what it was all about.

Got to the bus stop to await the arrival of a number 17 to Bulwell.

I was the only one in the queue, but it soon built up.

I saw a sign on the rubbish bin. It appears there are 31 of these Robins to find in the City Centre. I suppose there is a prize or something, to be won?

5Fri009aWhoosie3W01 When the bus arrived, the Nottinghamian’s surge forward, ensured I was the last to get on the bus. Uncouth lot!

The route the bus takes, passes the end of the road where I lived before moving into the Winwood flats. The vehicle was getting a move on, so I was lucky the picture came out as well as it did.

Whoosie3W01 The view took me back. The hassle, the muggings, the break-ins, the hospital… Oh never mind!

It made me feel glad I had escaped.

I think the bus driver, just might have been The Stig. Haha!

5Fri010aOff the bus, I cut-through onto Main Street.

More people about on this visit – but an atmosphere was lingering, my EQ picked up on it.

I suppose it is best described as the people seemed to be going about with bated breath and partial fear.

5Fri011aI went into the Fulton Food Store.

They had no Scottish Shorties on sale, so I had a look around, but found nothing I needed or was exceptionally cheap, so left empty handed.

I spent a while in the Market Place, but it is a sad place compared to what it used to be, all vibrant and full of laughter. Now it has pickpockets, a lousy choice of food and wears 5Fri012and it being watched by the police. I recognised a CID officer, Sergeant Redgate sat in a car.

I went to the Heron Food Store and had a nosey about. I came out with a box of tomato passata, smoked bacon and a packet of biscuits called Tasties, that looked like Scottish Shorties to me.

Over the road to the River Leen to feed the 5Fri013Mallards. But they were not to be seen anywhere?

Thankfully, a few pigeons saved the day and prevented me wasting my time, altogether.

Back to the Farmfood Store. Came out with Chinese mini-ribs, Glazed parsnips and some Scottish Shorties! Hurrah! With Jennies, I have enough for over a week now. Nocturnal nibbling not interfering, that is.

I nipped in the B & M shop. But came out empty-handed.

5Fri014Off to the bus station and caught a bus to town.

Managed to get a half-decent photo through the bus window, of the amazing clouds in the very blue sky, travelling to the City Centre.


I’d only got a tiny bit of a hobble in today, but it is better than nothing, and I did enjoy it.

Took my time and pottered around, feeling almost stress-free.

And the ailments (other than Duodenal Donald and the plates-of-meat), have indeed been kind to me, so no complaints there.

I glanced up at the old Elite building as I passed by, where the gargoyles us to be on the roof. They really did give the place a touch of class. But, Health & Safety have forced them to be taken down.

Which is a shame, because three of the scaffolders removing them were hospitalised.

5Fri015You can see in this photograph on the right, the housings on the top where they used to be on display. Newly cleaned and painted now.

Whoosie3W01 I limped to Queen Street, just in time to miss the L9 bus back to the flats. Humph!

5Fri016Ah-well, you can’t win em all!

I moved down to the number 40 bus stop. One heck of a queue there. The Nottinghamian’s were not a happy looking bunch of bunnies either.

When the bus arrived, and I got on, only one seat was free.

On the way, I struggled but did get out the 5Fri017camera to take another shot of the beautiful sky again.

I dropped off the bus on the bend in Winchester Street Hill.

Crossed the road without any bother, and started to make my way down the hill towards the flats.

5Fri018You can’t see the new extra-care flats in this picture, with Winchester Court (right, nearest) and Woodthorpe at the back, both looked a lot better now that the Wilmott-Dixon lads were making progress with the upgrade.

Mind you, I think it will be another year before they are all done.

I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights,  Oberfeldwebeless 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 somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.

5Fri019Chinwagged with Frank and he told me to go see Jenny.

So I did. I said my farewells and moved on out the other end of the building, out into the now hazy sunshine.

Took a shot of the new build and Winchester Courts as I was about to go into my beloved Woodthorpe Court.

I went to see Jenny first. She needed a telephone number of someone, luckily I had it on my mobile and supplied it.

5Fri25Down to my flat, and had a wee-wee.

Seeing some Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles, in the sink. I nobbled them and went in search of any other of the damned things I could get.

Whoosie3W01 On the wet room floor, were a lot of the weevils. So I got down to photograph the Critter Box victims, and much to my dismay, getting myself back up, proved not to be a natural or pain-free procedure. It started Duodenal Donald off worse than ever, and Anne Gyna joined in. (Albeit not so bad)

By the time I got myself ready to attack them, they were long gone – where to I has no idea. Humph!

To the kitchen to get the medications taken, and do the Health Checks taken.

I found three more of the little creatures in the washing-up bowl in the sink.

Did the checks and tablet taking.

5Fri23Not doing so well now, am I? Haha!

I decided on bacon, passata and mushrooms for the nosh.

I chopped up some, of what Morrisons comically called and labelled as SMALL chestnut mushrooms.

Got updating this blog again.

Health Checks and medications sorted out. Then the Nosh was prepared.

5Fri35Smoked bacon and tomato passata, with some of the wholemeal bread tins.

A simple meal to make, but it was delightfully tasty! 

A Flavour-Rating of 8.2/10 was given.

I decided to watch a Hetty Wainthroppe Investigates DVD – and watched it all the way through without any nodding-off!

5Fri34Whoosie3W01 I did the pot washing and found a dang Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetle or two on the kitchen towel.

I turned to the TV to watch the Dog Whisperers, and the doorbell chimed. By the time I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the door, whoever it was had long gone, no signs of any letters or notes or parcels?

Back to the recliner and into it, to watch the Heartbeat on channel 10.

Ten minutes later, and the doorbell chimed! Again, no one there when I opened the door. Tsk!

I soon fell asleep when the commercials came on the TV.

Whoosie3W01 Later, I don’t know what time it was, the flipping doorbell chimed again. I ignored it.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 30th August 2018: Not the most exciting of days. Tsk!


Thursday 30th August 2018

German: Donnerstag, 30 August 2018

0330hrs: It seemed like the brain had woken up before me, this morning. Semi-logical thoughts invaded the moment my mind was roused. I have to ring or email the Nottingham City Hospital re-appointment confirmation. Morrison delivery is coming. Got photographs to sort-out ready to use, got tons of pictures from Jane and Pete in the email box, of the Hobble to the Tropical House, which I enjoyed so much, yesterday. Why had Duodenal Donald suddenly stopped hassling me? Ah, I’d better make my way to the wet room and utilise the Porcelain Throne.

4Thu05Out of the £300 now in a decrepit state second-hand recliner and off to the ablution room. No stubbed toes, bangs or accifauxpas en-route either!

Wisenheimer-like Mode Adopted!

The freshly positioned yesterday, CritterKill box had done an excellent job with the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles.

The evacuation took a while to begin, and I read a page of the book before it commenced. But it was an enormous relief when it finally ended, cor blimey, it came and came. No bleeding though, so that was good.

4Thu03I cleaned up and went to take a picture from the spare room window, the only one I can currently open to see an unobscured view. This is facing North-West, I reckon.

I popped on the scales to find the weight had decreased a fair bit. (Alright, a tiny bit, then!) Another Smug-Mode adopted! (Then, when I wrote this and looked at the record I’d updated; I realised just what a thick schmuck I really am! Tsk!)


4Thu01Got the medications taken with a drink of orange juice.

I’ve got to say, I am well pleased with the ailments behaviour towards me this morning. Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Hippy Hilda, Reflux Roger, Shaking Shaun, Arthur Itis, Earhole Eric and the Plates-of-Meat were all calm (Not before the storm, I hope? Hehe!) Only Dizzy Dennis was interested in giving me any grief occasionally.

I got the computer on and spent hours sorting out the photographs of the Hobble into the Park that Jane & Pete had emailed to me, and those I had taken. It took me ages to get them arranged and usable.

By which time, the Morrison Gentleman arrived with the groceries. This delivery had good and poor results. I’d ordered a bag of Mini Potato Waffles, Morrisons substituted it with Sweet Potato Lattices. I rejected these and handed them back to the driver deliveryman. Who was fine about it.


4Thu07aThey had sent a pack of garden peas that I did not think would be delivered this late in the season. A lot dearer by 50p, but a pleasant surprise. I shelled some into a saucepan and added demerara sugar, stirred them, and left them to soak until later.

I’d ordered some Baby Portabello mushrooms.

4Thu07Baby? They were massive! Tsk!

Only two-days life left on them, I’d better have some with one of the BBQ Pork ready meals I’m bought, at 3 for just £6. They are small portioned. So guilt can be assuaged, perhaps? Hahaha!

Also, and besides, as well as; They sent a Free block of Meadow brand of English Butter with Oil? I think Jenny might be the gal to make use of this. Perhaps in one of her curries? I must remember to take it up for her later. With no Social Hour at the moment, I’m not getting to see the gals very often. Boo!

4Thu08I got the fodder stored away, had a short-sharp-painful wee-wee, and got the kettle on.

I had a look at the balcony, the light and view-blocking balcony. To see how it is coming along. I noticed, using the zoom on the camera, but could not get a clear picture of them; dozens of the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles milling around on the base.

Made a start again on updating this blog.

Then, began the task of updating the Hobble-in-the-Park with Jane and Pete, Wednesday diary. A mammoth task, just getting the photographs in order, let alone writing my own brand of chirography to tell the tale. Haha!

Went on TFZer Facebook, then started to create some funny graphics for them.

4Thu09I added some small potatoes to the peas and flavoured with a little pork gravy seasoning, and got them on the simmer. Heated the oven ready for the ready meal later.

Next, I went on CorelDraw, to finish off the graphics, and got them posted off to the TFZ site.

Adding some, of what I thought, were witty comments. I used a photo from yesterday’s hobble in the park as templates.

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Back to updating this blog.

Health Checks were done, and medications were taken.

Went on the WordPress reader section, next.

4Thu10Nosh served up.

The BBQ pork ready meal was only a tiny portioned one. So I did some small potatoes and the fresh garden peas, some mini vegetarian sausages and added them to the dish.

A 9.45/10 Flavour-Rating was well deserved!

Got the dishes soaking in the washing up bowl overnight.

4Thu12Settled to watch some of the Hetty Wainthroppe Investigates DVD episodes.

I’m so glad they were on DVD and not the TV. Because the nodding offs soon started, and the rewinding to catch up on what I’d missed, meant I watched two one-hour episodes in about three hours! Hehehe!

I gave up and got my head down properly.

Aug 27aWaking up an hour or so later, with a start. Little Inchies Lesion felt like it was sanguineous.

WDPac Off to the wet room, stubbing my toe en route. All for no reason, too. There was no bleeding at all from the lesion. Baffling!

But it cheered me up.

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, and I was soon back in the land of Nod again.