Inchcock Today – Tues 9 July 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Psychasthenia and Neuroticism reigned today! Humph!

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2019 July 9 (2)

Tuesday 9th July 2019

Italian: Martedì 9 Luglio 2019

2Tue01WD black 00:35hrs. I woke up and noticed how red the left arm was puzzled. Cause I was not sleeping with it squashed or trapped. And it appeared red all over? Ah-well!

The escaping from the £300 second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, c1968, rusty, rickety recliner was so comfortable it was unbelievable. I stepped to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and had myself a wee-wee of the RPDDWW (Reluctant-Painful-Dri-Drip-Wee-Wee) style. I thought as I patiently waited for the action to begin, the wee-wees were getting far less yesterday, and the bucket had hardly been used overnight – perhaps I should cut out the Furesomide tablets with the fluid retention being far less now?

Blog01aWD black WDA black At which time the Peripheral Neuralgia affected right leg suddenly launched into one of its lively versions of the Lambeth Waltz, with some one-legged Line Dancing thrown in! I reckon the Stomp was in there somewhere as well! Naturally, I dropped the bucket, tried to catch it while the sprinkling from Little Inchy continued, and poured the stale contents of the bucket over my legs and the carpet!

What a mess I was in! The first time in days that I haven’t taken the stick with me mind you, I’m not sure it would have helped in this case. I didn’t have enough working limbs to have saved the day! Haha! The cleaning up and sanitising cost me an hour of the day! Not to mention that when I used the Carpet cleaner, I suddenly realised I could not use the hoover cause of the time of day and annoying my sleeping neighbours! So, I had to get down with a bowl of water to remove the suds.

Blog01aWD black Gawd knows how I got back upright again. Luckily the recliner was strong enough for me to use as a lever. I’d woken up feeling fine – now Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda ad Hernia Harry were all giving me hassle and pain at the same time! Thank heavens for the Zoflora lemon and the Citrus air-freshener. I was a physical and mental disaster! Hard for people to understand the detrimental effects of Axonotmesis, I know… hell, it’s hard enough for me to grasp, and I’ve got it! Tsk! Hehehe!

I’d been hoping for a better day after Monday’s mental torment and disasters. I should have known better!

I pray my cleaning and de-smellingisational efforts work, especially with the nurse coming today. I began to feel a little sorry for myself, and adopted a lonely and depressing, self-annoying ‘Sullen-Self-Pitying-Mood!

Blog01aWD black As luck would have it when I was cleaning the cleaning equipment in the kitchen, I stubbed my toe against the sink door – I think it took my mind off of the urinal-contretemps, and also seemed to calm down the Peripheral Neuralgia sponsored leg from dancing! Which was good!

Blog01aWDA black But, the hands and fingers kicked-off, and I no longer own a small pretty square-shaped blue & white mug! Not only that but the damned thing hit my foot in it’s way down to the kitchen floor to be smashed to smithereens! My ‘Sullen-Self-Pitying-Mood! of a few moments ago, changed to sort of ‘Sod-it-What-Did-You-Expect-You-Idiot!’ mood!

A proffered a short inner-cry, I avoided any outward wailing this time. (Hehe!) I got the health checks and medications taken. It felt like I had been up for four or five hours already. Then I realised that I had!

The wee-wee’s were more frequent today. Up to now, most have been of the RPDDWW (Reluctant-Painful-Dri-Drip-Wee-Wee) mode.

Blog01aWD black I had a Panic-Flustered-Moment, and went to check everything I could; taps (faucets) left on, electrics/lights left on, where the card and key were, checked that the new hearing aids were not missing. Then looked for the missing old hearing aids again. Huh!

Blog01aWD black2Tue03a During the checks, I found that a letter had been posted through the door, hand-delivered not by mail. (This must have been last afternoon when I heard the door chimes ringing?) It was from the Nottinghamshire Fire & Rescue Service. The letter started; Fire Safe & Well Visit and Smoke Alarm Fitting. Following a recent visit locally, we need to visit you to carry out a free safe & well visit and the fitting a smoke alarm in your property. (I thought I had one, it gets checked by the NCH (Nottingham City Homes regularlyish)- Offering safety advice with you and the importance of a night time routine and escape plan. Also a Fire Tip leaflet.

Blog01aWD black As I started this blog going, the fingers, hands, shoulder, and arm all had another Hokey-Cokey moment. After several minutes of annoyance and frustration, I gave up and decided to do the ablutions.

I went to the wet room and checked the water was going down the plug-hole, which it wasn’t. So I put some drain unblocker in the plug-hole and wiped the area. Giving the stated ten-minutes to soak, I went to the kitchen and got the hand-washing done.

Blog01aWD black WDA black On my return to the wet room, I found that I had left the tap running, and the place was well flooded by the cloth blocking the plug-hole! I really wanted to cry – Worra Day! On the bright side, it cleared out the previously unreachable back of the sink area, and lots of bit of flotsam had been moved by the water 2Tue05on its way to the shower drain! Hehe! On the downside, the bath matt had been soaked through! Ah, well! Had a cleanup and then started the ablutionalisationing.

No cuts while shaving, for the third time in a row. Limited Smug Mode Adopted! I won the battle with the leg-glide without injury. The legs were pale, and a few new papsules, blood veins, and spots had appeared.

Sadly, the hands began to play up (Not the arm, leg, or shoulder) jumping. But they settled down shortly before I had the shave. Only the finger-jumping persisted, and I coped with this in a fashion. No cuts! Well, alright one, but only a tiny one!

Made a brew, and it was nearly time for the nurse to arrive. I started on some graphics on CorelDraw.

The pretty, beautiful… nae, desirable precious INR nurse arrived, took my blood, and managed a little chinwag and laugh. She doesn’t like the balcony, but only because of her fear of heights.

2Tue06Got dressed, and a final wee-wee, then readied things to get some bread – Asda I think 11:30hrs bus. A final wee-wee and I set out to the bus stop. I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Only Sturmbannführeress Warden and part-time Tatler magazine model Julie was in. A nibble was given, and a cheerio, then I was off to the bus stop.

Blog01aWDA black I listened to the chin1Mon08awagging and moaning going on. Paul had a support-strap on his arm. He is the chap who I mentioned the other week when I saw him on his new mobility Scooter for the first time. This old photo shows how we old uns have to go in the roadway, because of parked vehicles blocking the footpaths. Well, poor old Roger had the same thing on Winchester Street, and he had to go on the road, and his mobility scooter tipped over! Hence the poor lad’s injuries and hospitalisation! I didn’t think to ask if he was suing anyone.

Then caught an L9 to Arnold. The bus was well-filled, until Sherwood, where everyone got off, leaving me as the sole passenger for a while. But the bus filled up again en route.

2Tue07I got off outside Asda and moved faster than I have in ages, in an effort to get the bits and to the bus stop in time to catch the next L9 back home. I’m not having a home delivery this week. So I got some of the Asda orange ice lollies, two packs of six, some Asda fries, and two loves of milk roll bread. I had to hobble to the far end of the shop to get to the self-serve checkouts. As I neared the entry, an ignorant young git walked in front of me to get there first. I almost lost control of the three-wheeler in my effort not to hit him. I wished I had driven into him afterwards.

Blog01aWD black But there were two free tills, and he went in one and I in t’other, giving him a look of distaste and a gentle tap with the front wheel of the trolley-guide. He had lots of bottles of spirits and wine, and I couldn’t resist saying to him as I nodded towards his shopping, “That explains your ignorance then!” In return, I got a look of confusion and hatred. Thankfully the young man chose his confusion as his primary response! Phew! And was soon done and departed. Hehe!

2Tue08I paid for the stuff, £5.05, and made my way to the car park bus stop on High Street. The Asda filling station, an automatic one, actually had three cars in it at the same time! Fair enough one was putting air in his tyres. I’ve never seen the place so busy since it was first built! Hehe! The Asda on Hyson Green green, and pay booths, and always seems busy. But of course, the two robberies, two car-jackings, the stabbing, the shooting and three muggings that have taken place there, help enliven the surroundings!

I arrived back at the flats, and gingerly made my way back along the footpath, which is far safer than using the road, but far dirtier (leaves, twigs, bird-poo, dog-poo, general dropped rubbish, cars blocking the footpath and an uneven surface). This meaning the wheels on the trolley take the crap into the flat! So I usually use the road, but there were too many cars belting up and down the road this afternoon.

I fumbled a bit, but the fingers and hand were being all calm. Thus I managed to take an ostensibly reasonable shot of each of the Courts on the way home, along Chestnut Way.

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2Tue12cBlog01I have to say, the Willmott Dixon workers and planners are absolute geniuses! They had planted some plastic piping on the verge side on the footpath. And here’s me, who didn’t even know they came from plants! Hehehe! Remember the April Fools gag on the TV about growing Spaghetti? A seriously made joke from the BBC. Brilliant!

2Tue12dLink: BBC 1959 TV Gag

The supply cabins were added to the works at the flats by Willmott Dixon, on Chestnut Way, it must have been eighteen months back now. (And five more months to go at least) The wildflowers had found a way to grow and blossom under the edges of the metal containers. Bootiful!

Blog01aWD black A wee-wee of a gruellingly long length was the first thing I did after getting into the flat. A new designation had to granted for this type of liquid evacuation. An MESWW (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling-Wee-Wee). Knowing when it had ended was not easy, due to there being no physical acknowledgement of the progress! And, my oleaginous tummy being located in the line of view, of any visual checking of the situation! Hehehe! I’m not sure how long it took, but it must be an Inchcock record, considering the tiny amount of liquid I evacuated in the end.

2Tue12eI put the bits away and got some of the fries in the oven, a sliced up third of the Pork Farms pie, pickled gherkins, garden peas, a Marmite cheese knob, sliced tomatoes, and four of the Quorn Hot Dog sausages done for dinner. Some spring water with added orange cordial, a lemon mousse, a mini-lemon cake slice. With some Twiglets nibbled later. Guilty Mode Engaged!

I devoured it all! A flavour rating if 7/10 was granted. The Asda Fries were pretty bland and let down the meal. I stripped off and washed, and got settled down in the near-dilapidated, rickety, rusty, noisy, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, second-hand, £300, sometimes working, uncomfortable recliner, to watch an episode of Rumpole of the Bailey. But it was spoilt by irritating noises I could just about hear, but not identify. Several times I got worried that something had fallen over, collapsed or some other catastrophe had taken place. I had no choice but to keep getting up to have a check around, I could hear more odd different noises as I went around the flat, but not identify them. Most disquietening!

I gave up on the TV and got my head down. I fell asleep. When I woke, around 1900hrs, the noises seemed louder and more frequent. Getting back to sleep took me ages. The mystery noises will never be solved, I’m sure. With them still on at this time of night, I imagine they would not be from any workers? They were far less often now, but still, I had once more to get up and check around.

There are some flats available by the way. If any sadistic, peace-hating, noise-loving, none car owners of Nottinghamian’s are interested? Hehe!

 

Inchcock – Sat 9 Mar 2019: Fretting over things and falling asleep, were the main contents of this chin-waggleless day

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2019 Mar 09

Saturday 9th March 2019

Croatian: Subota, 9. ožujka 2019

00:30hrs. I woke, after suffering a silly-bonkers repeat dream night. I kept thinking I had woken up, to find I was someone and somewhere else. I can’t recall anything definite of the who and where though, which is a bit galling! I think I actually did wake up a few times in between the nightmares, but I’m a bit sceptical about this noctuary. (As I am with everything in life lately, Hehe!)

WD 51.102.128 As I was getting my horrendously over-stomach-burdened blobby-body from the £300 second-hand ci 1968 recliner, I was still in a state of dwaal, and made a right mess of getting up on my feet! I got up and caught my balance okay. In fact, I felt a little pleased with the ease in which I had achieved this! (A mistake that, I soon realised!) As the first step was taken, I felt something crunch as I stood on it with my besocked right foot. I’d trodden on and broken my second favourite pen. Annoyed with myself, I unthinkingly bent down a little too quickly to pick up the pieces… had a Dizzy Dennis visit, went down on my knees with the right patella landing on top of the plastic bits, and bruising the already dodgy knee, and simultaneously cracking my elbow against the corner of the Ottoman. (I actually stayed down on the floor for a few moments, selecting expletives to use later on this diary!) Not a great abecedarian to the day! What a doddery old Schlub! 

6Sat07 WD 51.102.128 I checked out the pins (legs) and found them to be remarkably different to yesterday mornings. Friday revealed I had one white leg and one red one. (A first that one was!) Now, I had both pins looking anaemic below the warped mangled knees and red above them? (Another first!) With odd areas of a sort of a light khaki coloured patches higher up? Oy Vey!

I really ought to see if the Tate Gallery is interested in buying any of pin photographs!

Ah, The mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the cosmos, and the spacetime continuum, into my apartment and body! I’ve no idea what extraterrestrial or ghostly solivagant it is that has invaded my body. But he/it seems to have settled in and taken charge of the warping and colourisation of the limbs. Bit of an artistic type, perhaps? Hahaha!

I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Although the legs have had more fluid retention before, they were rock solid. Not the knobbly-warped knees of course. I decided to try a Furesomide with the morning dosages.

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6Sat06I had a rare moment of deep thinking. Having missed a few Warfarin doses this last ten days or so. I decided to have an Enoxaparin injection to boost things. 

Then got the sphygmomanometer going, it worked first time this morning. The pulse was up again, the temperature is continually falling, rather worryingly.

Oh, I deterged the tiny wound on the knee and removed the bit of pen plastic, and Germolened the knee-cap.

I started the Friday diary updating. I had to go for a wee-wee, but cunningly realising I had taken a Furesomide earlier, I had the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) in place. A SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) one.

Back to the computer, but only for a couple of minutes and it was back to the EGPWWB! This time for an ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee).

During the next few hours, while I did the updating, I had three more ELDOPWWs and had to empty the bucket and antisepticated it again. That Furesomide certainly works!

Again, I heard a sort of plopping noise, but could not locate where it was coming from. It only lasted a few minutes. When I was going around the other rooms in this magnificent apartment (all three of them), in the kitchen I took these shots of the view I thought you might like to see.

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I then had an ELDOPWW, that, and I kid you not, half-filled the EGPWWB in one go! I think I could feel the pins getting softer, (less fluid retention) already. I emptied the bucket and disinfecticated it again! Good job I haven’t got to go out today!

The tummy started feeling tight and a smidge bothersome. I didn’t fret, just put it down to the excessive wee-weeing quantity.

I finally finished the Friday blog and got is posted off.

Made a mug of Glengettie tea and started this diary. During which only two wee-wees were called for? Furesomide failing?

Had a perusal of the WP Reader section. Blimey, the left knee is giving a lot of sharp pains now, even When I’m not moving it. Oy, oy, oy! 

I visited the TFZ Facebook site, and added some photographicalisations to the albums.

6Sat11Then got some brekkers sorted out. I had one of the French made soft baguettes left from last nights nosh.

So I buttered it and put some meat on it and sliced tomatoes. A mug of strong-flavoured tea, A Marmite cheese lump and a bag of Marmite crisps, made for a tasty breakfast.

Very flavoursome.

I got some mushrooms and minced lamb in the crock-pot. Added a little lamb gravy granules, mint and a shot of Maggi flavouring. I left it as it turns out for about four hours on a low setting.

WD 51.102.128 This is because when I sat down to change my socks, and fell asleep for four hours! Humph!

Still, I must have needed it. Or be on the verge of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Circadian Rhythm Disorder, or Narcolepsy. Maybe my old mind is just hiding my brain from the struggle, confusion, insurmountability of late-life problems, and my fading faculties?

When I stirred back into mock-life, I did the Health Checks and medication taking. Had a wee-wee.

Then I served up the lamb and mushrooms with some mashed potato and onions, added the last of the mini tomatoes. I had a couple 6Sat12of slices of the Milk Roll bread, and a small pot of lemon mousse.

The potatoes, mushrooms and tomatoes were fine tasting, but the lamb was a little bland! So, only a Flavour-Rating of 6/10 for this effort.

I put down the tray on the floor and began to think of all the things  I had to do the coming week… Zzzz! Again!

How much sleep is it possible to want in a day?

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 24th April 2018: Profound philosophical, cogitative meanderings brooded on and agonised over on waking up? Tsk!

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Tuesday 24th April 2018

Africaans: Dinsdag 24 April 2018

0325hrs: Woke up, after some gentle pandiculating, the brain caught up with the body and semi-activated into a weak mirroring of life mode. There followed a period of uhtceare, during which many things were fretted-over, reviewed, contemplated about, gauged, prioritised and then neglected.

Whoosie3W01 Why the brain bothers with these itinerant, migratory, peripatetic, confusing inner-ramblings, I don’t know. I wish it would pack in these on waking-up unproductive, mind-2Tue03meandering sessions. Nothing positive ever comes out of them anyway. They just leave me with more things I’d forgotten I was worrying over coming-back-to-me incidents into my mind, to join the new day’s enigmas and start fretting about them all over again! Old alter kockerI am!

I often think I don’t fit-in. Perhaps, I was an alien who committed awful crimes, and as a punishment, I was born again on earth?

2Tue02adOut of the £300 second-hand recliner, the body being so kind to me this morning. No trouble or hassle from Hippy Hilda, Harry Hernia, or Anne Gyna. Duodenal Donald was the ailment offering any bother, and that was not too bad, either.

Off into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

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2Tue01The haematometer operated first try.

The Sys was down again, and the pulse dropped to its lowest-ever at 79 being recorded. Still, I feel alright in myself. (Obviously, I do not include my contorted mind in this assessment), Hehe!

Before I could take the medications, the need for the immediate and somewhat urgent 2Tue04utilisation of the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Another messy evacuation, however, so no complaints again.

The knock the kind lady on the bus gave me yesterday on my left shin with her lethal four-wheeled shopping trolley has turned a shade of purple/pink now. Hehe!

2Tue02fBack to the kitchen and took the medications with water, then made a mug of tea.

I took a photo out of the small gap in the kitchen window with the tiny old Nikon camera. It came out looking rather seraphic to me. I was pretty impressed with the resulting effort.

Then I took a photo of each camera with the other camera of course. To show the difference in there sizes initially.

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I’m afraid it also showed up the difference in their finished photography. The old little Nikon camera is also so small in size compared to the other one, it is hard to hold steady to take a shot sometimes. However, 2Tue08aunless I invest in a new camera, I’ll have to use the old one when I am out and about for the time being. Why do you ask (Or probably you didn’t Hehehe!).

The new one is too large for me to feel comfortable with photographing in town. I remember the old Sony one, it was about the same size, and I had some youths try to steal it from me one morning on Lincoln Street of 1Mon10Clinton Street West in Nottingham City Centre.

This view of the front of the flats came out alrightish on the little camera.

0430hrs: I set about updating yesterday’s diary. This took me until gone 0800hrs. This being due to the extraordinary amount of photographs that needed sorting, and Brother-in-law Pete had emailed me those he’d taken at the St George’s Parade as well; they all had to resized converted before being made into a Carousel for displaying.

Then I emailed the shots I’d managed to take back to Pete. Next job, I got on with making this post up. I got sidetracked a while when I read the sad, disheartening news about the Canadian massacre.

Went to Facebooking. Put on some photos on to the galleries and made a few comments.

On CorelDraw to make up some draughts. Cost a few hours, but created a good few to go with the couple done the other day. Got them stored for later use.

2Tue08aBefore I uploaded them, I went to make another brew.

The weather had turned to rain. Not had any for three days, I’d missed this precipitation. Of course, it will most likely settle-in for tomorrow as well. Bound to really, I’ve got to walk into Carrington to get to the surgery for the blood test, haven’t I. Humph!

2Tue11A klog iz mir! Then the rain seemed to lighten up a little.

So I went into the spare room to see how it looked out there, but it wasn’t too encouraging, I must say.

Back on the computer with the brew and…Oh, Marvellous!

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I Thought I was Doing Too Well Today!

It returned after a lot of abusive and insulting words were quietly-muttered underneath my breath.

Getting on now. I opened a tin of tomatoes.. what am I saying? I meant potatoes, seasoned them with vinegar and onion salt and put them on low in a saucepan. Heated the oven ready for the Kristadellens later.

2Tue14I got back to getting the draught graphics done up. Two hours late I got them completed. Phew!

The rain had started falling again, filling the cleaning out the holes in the balcony support ledges.

Got on with getting the meal sorted. Too tired for words now. (Poor Orehman and losing logic and sanity a bit quicker. Humph!)

2Tue15aThe meal was so enjoyable tonight (Well, late afternoon).

Did the health checks, got a mug of orange juice and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner and worried fretted and failed to make any decisions about anything, then nodded off.

Whoosie3W01 Woke up in a lather about something or other, and lay there trying to sort out what it was.

2Tue16Had a wee-wee, and looked out of the window at the lights.

Everyone betokening another tellurian life form, with their own problems. I thought, if these fears and worries were visible, they would cover the skies and most likely choke us all to death. Then I wondered why I thought this in the first place?

I tried putting the TV on in the hope that this would do its usual job and send me off to sleep. But, tonight it was not working, and I stayed awake with the headphones on for hours, half-watching some real rubbish on the box, without the will-power to press one little button on the remote to free myself from this banality.

Whoosie3W01 I eventually nodded off. Only to shoot awake later, headphones off of the head, signs of nocturnal nibbling (Crumbs) laying suspiciously and guiltily on my bulging flabby stomach and unreadable scribbling on the notepad.

Whoosie3W01 I got up for a wee-wee, went into the kitchen, moving in almost robot style, and went to wash the pots that I thought I’d left soaking in the bowl, but they were not there. Back to the front room, and the tray with the empty plate and cutlery was on the chair next to the recliner.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Friday 25th November 20169: Got some jobs done – No bad Whoopsiedangleplops again either!

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Friday 25th November 2016

Albanian: E Premte 25 nëntor 20169

Awoke at 0125hrs, wide awake again, but with no memories of the dreams again… most annoying this, have I lost the ability to remember them suddenly? I’ve not recalled any for ages now? Tsk!

I had a conversation with myself, a psittacism-ridden one. That seemed to get nowhere in my desire to sort things out in the brain that needed attention to obtain a degree of autexousious; if you know what I mean? The self-discussion was terminated when the urge for a WRHD session arrived.

Haemorrhoid Harold bled again, Little Inchy too, but by far less degree. Anne Gyna was being exquisite to me this morning, Arthur Itis his usual annoying self, Duodenal Daniel and Roger Reflux were in a good mood with me too. As I cleaned up and medicated the two area in need of attention, I pondered on what I needed to get done today. The Betamethasone Cream needed fetching from the Chemist, and maybe I could get some bread from the Lidl store while there? Feeling so surprisingly good this morning (Up to now, Hehe!) I thought I’d walk into Carrington to the Chemist, call in Lidl then get the bus into Bulwell to try and get some stuff from the two cheapo shops, get a tram back to Nottingham, see if Tesco had any Sourdough Bread that was fresh for a change and if they did, I’ve room in the freezer now for two loaves.

Blimey, I thought, is this me actually making plans? I got a bit worried then. Still, it’s only 0230hrs, plenty of time to forget. Haha!

Had another WRWW and made a brew. Took the medications and got the computer on to update the diaries and do a header photo or two for later use.

0445hrs: got a message about updates from HP Support Assistant.5fri3

5fri02Managed to get the HP Support Assistant downloaded and installed.

But the rest of the things only confused me.

So, I checked on the email situation. Lovely one from Patti Beckert, the American Artist, who looked 5fri03after me from afar when I had my cancer and then the heart operation. Bless her cotton socks.

Brother-in-Law Pete sent me an excellent photograph of Trinity Square from last night. Good on him, I told him I’d post it on the TFZers Facebook page today.

bipmcDid some artwork on CorelDraw17 then on to Facebooking.

Did this graphic of TFZer Nancy and me. To try and cheer her up, because she is poorly and not eating well at all, and that just is not our Nancy!

Back to the Facebooking.

I’ve managed to avoid getting the mulligrubs so far today, keeping my fingers crossed on this score.

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Did the ablutions and set off on the marathon walk into Nottingham.

Got a nice shot at the end of Chestnut Walk, showing the amazingly bright sunshine.

Out of interest when I put the journey onto Google Maps in Walk mode, it told me the trip took 1hr 19min’s – in real life, it took 1hr 55min’s (Plus the two hours and a bit wandering around getting my stuff done) – but I assume Google were not aware that a pensioner with a limp was doing the walking. Hehehe!

5fri05I called in to see BJ at his house, just off Mansfield Road and had a chinwag.

Then on into Carrington and called at the launderette to arrange for them to collect my laundry each Wednesday and return it after washing. Not cheap, but worth it to avoid the hassle of using the flats laundry room now that we have been barred from using it between 2000hrs 0800hrs! Onward along Mansfield Road and right down Huntingdon Street and to the Aldi shop. Got a meal in Yorkshire Pudding and cheesy buns.

Then over to Tesco in the Victoria centre, where I found that again, they had no fresh sourdough sliced bread in stock, only old ones, or very short dated 5fri06anyway. I didn’t get any fresh cream cakes either. Due mainly to the shock of standing on the scales last night. 8lb up on a fortnight ago! Oh ‘eck!

Walked through the top floor of the mall, and called at the nut stall to stock up.

Out through the walk-over and walked 5fri07into the slab square.

Passing many food retailer vans en route.

The feet and knees were holding up nicely after the hobbling to town session.

In the slab square and all around it, were amusement and stalls for the 5fri08Christmas Take-as-much-as-they-can-off-of-you Fayre.

Took a moody photo here. But, not a good one.

Walked down Exchange Walk and got some cash out from the machine, ATM I should say?

Looked in the Birds shop to see if they had any Sourdough bread on sale. But again, failure.

5fri09Back down Exchange Walk and tried to take a moody photograph again.

No idea how, or rather, why, it came out like this, though?

Can anyone give me some advice, please?

Not doing very well with the photographicalisationing thing today am I?

I called into the M&S food hall and found they had one loaf of  Sourbread. The label said it was San Fransisco Type Sourbread? It was only 400g nd it cost £2! Blimus! Luckily I found it 5fri10tasted fantastic when I had some later.

Tried once again to get a good moody photo as I left the store. Again, not a good effort, not even decent, in fact, it was another crap try from Nottingham’s Grumpiest Pensioner!

Haha!

Struggled up to the Audio Clinic and got some tubing, after a difficult time convincing the lady on reception to let me have some, due to my having forgotten to take my record book with me.

5fri11The feet were stinging now after ascending that steep hill to get the tubing and be sneered at. Still, my own fault.

I noticed that the ‘Three’ phone shop was suffering from customers details being hacked. Three members of staff and nothing to do at all for them as the store was being ignored by all of the Nottingham Shoplifters and customers alike. Talk about Black Friday!

Caught the last L9 bus home to the flats.

Called in to see Olive, she was awaiting the arrival of some of her family as it normal at the weekends. I thnk she was feeling better, cause she managed to tell me off; still, I got a  kiss as I left.

5fri12Sorted the meal out.

I Noticed how thin the lovely Copse was getting now that winter approaches.

Another bad photograph was taken here.

Hope it’s me and not the camera… I think?

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The meal mushrooms, baked beans, seasoned new potatoes, tomatoes, beetroot, and chicken on stick thingies.

The whole thing was a disaster I’m afraid.

Apart from the expensive San Fransico Type Sourbread – that was grand. Most I could give overall as a rating for tonight’s sad effort is 5.9/10.

Amazingly, I stayed awake and watched two TV programmes today.

I forgot to do the hearing aid repairs, Huh! I’ll do them tomorrow… he say’s with mock confidence.

My high EQ informs me that I should anticipate a shattering recumbentibus soon.

I have been warned. Oh dearie me…

Sat 15 Aug 2015: Inchcock Today – Dispirited!

Saturday 15th August 2015

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0150hrs: Woke, a feeling of something wrong, missing or amiss pervaded… Ah, it was ’cause I had got me head down in front room on the softer carpet like, and the beat of the fridge-freezer was missing!

01topa2Coughing a bit now – getting soaked in the rain yesterday didn’t help.

I perused the condition of the room, noticed I’d left me paperwork part-sorted from yesterday lying out in order so I could remember where I’d got to with them – of course none of it made any sense to me now?

Called to the WC, and not a good visit at all this morning at all: Coughing away I investigated ‘Little Inchy’, he needed cleaning up again and some more Betamethosone treatment – and the haemorrhoids were bleeding like ridiculously! The Reflux valve was sticking out of me chest like a mole-hill, never known it as bad. At least Anne Gyna wasn’t bothering me much and the ulcer was calm, Arthur Itis of course ever-present, especially in the fingers again today – it’s taking me ages to type this with all the correcting I’m having to do. Huh!

Aug 15I did manage to finish the graphic for Les Johnson for his excellent book Erskine Quint – Timeless Insanity. I must say it’s the best fiction adventure book I’ve ever read – bonkers but captivating.

I had hoped to get to some charity shops to see if I could find a desk for me computer and a bed – but then remembered the chair is being delivered some time today from the Sue Ryder charity shop. So that’s me stuck in until it arrives.

Had to redo me medicating of ‘Little Inchy’ again. That and the reflux valve and me coughing were all a bit concerning, but still, I’ve done well to get this far so far… I think…

Made a cuppaDSCF0294 and took me medications.

After a search for me hearing-aids and putting them in – I could hear a noise, no idea which way or where it was coming from – or what it was for that matter?

I listened for a few minutes to try to identify it, couldn’t tell if it was whining deep voices or not, seemed to be mechanical at times as well… so annoying I took out me hearing-aids.

The back pains started again as soon as I tried to pick up some swept up bits of carpet trimmings. Felt a bit low now.

The chaps arrived with the chair from the charity shop and put it inside for me.

Got fed-up with myself and seeing all the mess everywhere, and decided to have a trip into town to get out a bitDSCF0295.

Took this photograph leaning out of the kitchen window – and it tool a lot of pain and struggle to open the window too.

Blackberry pickers and dog walkers with confused dogs now they have cut the field back.

Walked up and through Woodthorpe Park and down into Sherwood and had a look in the charity shops to see if they had any desks or beds for sale, but no luck.

DSCF0296Back up to the bus-stop and utilised me pensioners free-bus-pass into town.

Called in Tesco and got some tomatoes, then walked through Victoria Centre (Mall) and over the walk-over taking this photo.

Not many folk about for a Saturday.

Down the stairs the other end and walked along to the bus-stop for the Arnold buses and caught one dropping off in Carrington and calling at the old place which had not been burgled I’m glad to say.

Gathered some stuff to take back to the flat in two big bags.

Feeling a bit like I was on auto-pilot at this stage and somewhat confused as to what and why I was doing this. Mind racing, stomach churning, Arthur Itis giving me some stick too now.

Left the mess at the house and caught the bus back to the mess in the flat… Tsk!

DSCF0297Dropped off in Sherwood and walked to the top and back to the flat through Woodthorpe Park again.

Feeling sorry for missen again I think as I struggled up the walkway with the bags.

I somehow noticed an odd coloured lady bird crawling over the leaves at me DSCF0298feet, and tried to take a photograph of it for the Facebook site.

This is the lamentable result.

I suppose I ought to just accept that me and the little camera ain’t up to taking such close-up shots. I put it on max zoom and bent down to take the shoe… and it took me through some pain getting back up again. As I straightened up and began to walk on with me bags, Anne Gyna started giving me some gip.

DSCF0299Back in the flat and feeling low still, hunger pangs made me get me nosh early.

Salad and a half it was.

Potatoes, last of the mushroom pate’ and mini sausages, tomatoes, strong cheddar, beetroot and cabbage and lettuce. Caramelised red onion relish and bread thins to-boot.

XmasNoshUnfortunately I ate the lot, and then some biscuits afterwards too!

Did some graphicalisationing for a few hours.

Coughing and sneezing.

Weariness overcame me again.

No choice other than to get me head down in the front room. Kept waking up with coughing or the back pain… and Little Inchy bleeding again.

Worrying and fretting each time about the mess I was in.

Not in good spirits at all.

Hey-ho!