While I find missen in a good mood (No idea why) I thought I’d wish everyone all the best and have a damned good day folks – if yer don’t mind like? I fang you!
A slightly more cheerful Inchcock this morning – before his visit to have his wound checked out and redressed – no telling how he’ll feel after that – poor old impecunious little harnless imp that he is – honestly!
Arose made a cuppa and spent an hour or two doing some sorting. BJ coming today around 1100hrs.
The wound was less painful this morning, but the angina is nasty and later when moving some bags I’d filled the wound started stinging again Huh!
Not in good spirits at the moment.
Not sure why?
Started this diary off and created the header.
Did loads of shredding.
BJ arrived and loaded the shredded paper into his car, took a couple of bags of unwanted fodder and lifted me to the recycling bins on Mansfield Road.
I walked back to get some movement into me painfully stiff limbs.
Got in the flea-pit to find me INR results log had arrived.
They had informed me my next test is on Monday 29th June – a bit disappointing that, because that is me day to meet Steve at the new flat to do the signing and whatever else with the Council representatives.
Crap!
So I WC’d and walked to the Doctors surgery to see if they could do me an appointment early on Monday.
Called in the Co-op on the way and got a loaf and some bananas.
The only one they could offer was a 0935hrs – which meant I would not be able to get to the flats on time for the meeting!
Crap!
The receptionist said get a taxi – but I doubt if it would arrive on time (Having worked for a private hire company in the past like!), or get there in time if it did arrive on time?
Crap!
I rang BJ to see if he could pick me up from the surgery as he was going to come with me to the meeting. He could not give an answer as he was busy at the time, said he’d ring me back.
So I till didn’t know what to do about the INR appointment. The receptionist said it had to be on the 29th.
Crap!
Of course Steve from Age UK is away on holiday so couldn’t consult him either.
Crap!
Ended up booking the 0935hrs slot, as the only other one on the day was for 1545hrs, and I don’t know if anything will be required of me at or after the meeting yer see?
Crap!
So, up to now that’s Friday (tomorrow) Skin Cancer wound check-up at 1500hrs (Hopefully I can get some sorting/shredding done at last, pains permitting).
INR Monday 0935hrs – meeting re-flat at Woodthorpe Court 1000hrs.
Wednesday Clinic checks and decision hopefully to be made about me bleeding lesion on me Inch.
Thursday 2nd July CHD health check 0910hrs.
Plus of course any other Whoopsiedangleplops inspired new accidents, mishaps or cock-ups in between. And any extra INR tests needed if the level goes too low again.
Crap!
Sorry to sound so niggled annoyed and frustrated – but I am!
I’m doing me best to get things sorted and new pains, appointments and other frustrations are getting in the way of any progress all the time.
Crap!
So tired again now, and lost heart. (Poor demented clot!)
Going to have bacon sarnies and a banana fer me nosh.
Not one of me better days, started wiv me feeling under-the-weather and not knowing why, ended up wiv me confused, frustrated and a tad depressed.
Memories of The Elite Cinema, Upper Pariament Street, Nottingham
The Elite was one of the first in a new breed of ‘super-cinema’ to be built in Nottingham. Designed by the London architectural firm of Adamson & Kinns, the facade and exterior side walls were treated in an expensive white glazed tiling and contained statues along the upper portion of the building. Internally the decoration was carried out by interior designer Fred A. Foster who created a stunning interior with the auditorium walls lined with wood panels and a great deal of decorative plaster. Seating was provided in stalls and circle levels.
It opened on 22nd August 1921 with Mary Pickford in “Pollyanna”. There was a grand concert organ by the firm of Willis-Lewis which had 78 stops, plus a full orchestra. The facilities within the building also included a a restaurant, a Georgian Tea Room, a French Cafe in Louis XVI style and a large ballroom located on the top floor.
In the reception was a gigantic ornate open coal-fired fire-place.
The first ‘talkie’ in Nottingham was shown at the Elite Picture Theatre, George Jessel in “Lucky Boy” and after its screening, the cinema was closed for several weeks in July 1929 for a refurbishment.
A new Compton 2Manual/6Ranks organ was installed which was opened by Cyril Birmingham.
24 June 1929:The talking picture show had been introduced two years earlier in America with Al Jolson’s The Jazz Singer.
The first full-length ‘talkie’ film in Nottingham were shown at the Elite Cinema.
Organist Jack Helyer, in his white coat and tails, entertained audiences with their favourite tunes.
Peoples best memories was of the open fire in the foyer, especially when they arrived at he cinema and it was cold and icy outside!
Next in the Nottingham Then and Now Series:
A selction of Nottingham area photographs of specific Buildings
Then and Now – See the changes that has taken place.
Sprang awake at 0300hrs and lay there fretting and pondering on how I was going to get any sorting done today – GP INR Warfarin level tests at the GP surgery at noon today.
Gloomy this morning.
Got some sorting done and rubbish to the bin, and put me ironing board outside with someone elses give-aways near their garage.
Made a cuppa, then thought I’d photograph the give-away stuff with me ironing board amongst them a few minutes later – and me ironing board had gone already!
At this time in the morning (0414hrs).
Did the header for this diary and Facebooked a while – soon feeling guilty and started to do some much-needed shredding.
While sorting out in the kitchen I came across a net of Marmite cheese that had fallen behind some rubbish – I’d tell you the sell-by date but as Victor Mildrew nearly used to say in his ‘One Foot in the Grave’ shows: “You wouldn’t believe it!”
Pressed on with sorting and shredding again.
Had a wash shave and changed and set off for the GP surgery.
Had me blood test and chin-wag with the Obergruppenführer… I mean Surgery Nurse.
When I left the rain was a-falling.
I’d hoped to get a walk into town in, but caught the bus instead. Thank heavens for me free pensioners bus-pass!
When I arrived in town the Nottingham Citizenry were proving their ability to cross the lights against the red lighted pedestrian signal, yet again. This them it had been on red for a good while, and a bus came around the corner and tapped his horn and one of the illegal crosses of the road actually put his two fingers up to the bus driver!
Visit Nottingham, the Queen of the Midlands the advert says. Hehe!
I had a good long walk around Nottingham taking photographs of certain areas so I could make a post “Nottingham Then and Now” with photographs from the past and today of the same things later.
Good job I didn’t walk to town, because by the time I’d finished trekking all over the City me feet and knees were killing me.
I called in the Nottingham Transport shop to ask what number bus does the route between Nottingham and Woodthorpe Park where the new flat is situated, and where it goes from in town.
After the lady consulted a map and the other Maidenoberführerin… I mean assistants, she suggested I go to Broad Marsh (Which I trudged through earlier on me photo-hunt) and ask there.
Peeved a little, I called in the Nottingham information Centre under the Council House and asked them – within 5 minutes they had given me the location, the number and a map.
I staggered (Well the knees were really bad, I knew summat was in the wind weather-wise) up to the bus stop and caught the bus back to the hovel.
When I got off the bus the flipping wind was howling and folk were struggling to walk against it, and it went really dark as the rain started to trickle down a bit with it.
Called in the Co-op and got some of their bread-thins to have with me later re-planned nosh tonight.
I was going to have the last of me BBQ Chicken with some mashed spuds – but when I got back to the flea-pit, put the kettle on, got the chicken out of the fridge – it was passed it’s sell-by date – I know that feeling Haha!
So it’ll be Sliced potatoes in onion sauce and sausages from the freezer later – I added some black-bean cooking sauce?
Don’t know where the desserts came from…
I wasn’t up to doing any more sorting so updated this diary… and ate two mini-swiss rolls.
Ate me nosh then did some Facebooking.
Despite me feeling tires I had a heck of job getting to sleep – Tsk!
The shoulder wound was really stinging this morning. Might have overdone the sorting yesterday, took an extra painkiller with me morning cuppa and medications.
Couldn’t find the camera so I could finish yesterdays diary with the photo I took of me nosh.
Searched all over – fearing I’d somehow threw it out with the unwanted rubbish. Looked in the bins stretched to get down and started the cancer wound off stinging again (Tsk!), not there.
Looked in me black bags, not there.
An hour later I found it where I first looked for it! Fool! I’d put it back in its karki wallet and was looking for the black camera in me search!
Hey-ho. Got the diary finished and did some Facebooking.
Did some sorting – slowly, the shoulder still hurting badly for some reason since the nurse changed the dressing?
I went back on the laptop and searched City Homes eventually finding confirmation of my being accepted for the flat at Woodthorpe Court.
Feel a bit better now.
Still coughing and a-wheezing mind.
Had me nosh.
Patties curried beans, bacon and sausage. Rated it 7.9/10
Set to sorting, bit of shredding and then felt suddenly had a nasty dizzy-spell, felt drained beyond belief.
Woke around 0520hrs. The little Inch had been bleeding again – cleaned it up.
No memories of dreams at all – just know I had them and didn’t like them.
Got up feeling confused and still tired and got the laptop on.
Replied to some emails and messages then set about starting this diary and realised I’d not made a cuppa!
Put that right and took me morning medications.
Awaited arrival of fodder delivery, and did some shredding while I waited.
Soon had a big bag of stuff made up for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.
send.
Set of on a walk into Sherwood with it.
As walked from the flea-pit to Mansfield Road I couldn’t resist taking a photo of the pavement.
I know we have crop-circles all over the world, but Pavement Circles was a new one to me?
It had just stopped raining, but I don’t know if that had anything to do with them?
Odd that, I’ll check next time I poddle that way.
Up the hill and down into Sherwood, up the next hill and on to the Hospice shop at the top of it.
Not many folks or traffic around yet.
Pavement cyclist in abundance in Sherwood, but they were too quick for me photograph em – Swines!
Limped up the Hospice shop and gave them me stuff, and collected me bags from last time.
When I came out, the Nottingham citizenry had awoke and were milling around in great numbers.
Halfway back at the top of the first hill, and no pedestrians about there only traffic.
I decided to walk down a bit further and call at the Lidl shop to get some of their bug bags to use for me sorting later.
I got some funny looks when I queued up with me 10 bags a pint of mike.
Hehehe!
So I took em back to the flea-pit with the two I’d got back from the Nottingham Hospice shop.
Made a cuppa and tool me midday medications.
Had a pot noodle what I got last week cause they were on offer at half price – 50p. Sorry I did now, it wer crap! Eughh!y
Finished of some graphics of Shirley Blamey and Mike Steeden and pt them in their gallery on Facebook. Then sent her them via email.
Feeling guilty I got on with this Diary up to here and then got on with some sorting of me rubbish like… fer several hours!
Well shattered now, poor old thing.
Packed a few bags with kitchen and cleaning stuff, moved the other stuff, made a mess doing it, spilt bird seed all over to join the shredded paper I spilt earlier when trying to pack it into a potato bag.
Mayhem Pandamonium and Help!
Going to read me book and have summat to nosh now, then take me evening medications.
Tried to ring BJ but he was not answering belss him.
Drained is how I feel really.
Hello, did yer miss me??? The internet connection went down for a few minute then. BT? Huh!
Decided to add the Nosh photo I took earlier – but could not find the camera?
Eventually after an hour I did find it.
Mixed Veg, sausages and potatoes, with Polish brown bread.
Woke around 0420hrs – really tried to remember the dreams I’d had, but only vague bits came to me. Something about being chased by women in an abandoned office block?
When I moved to answer the call to the porcelain I noticed the pain from the wound was a lot less – that’ll soon be put to rights by the Obergruppenfurher Practise nurse this afternoon mind, when she rips off the dressing cleans the wound and applies another dressing?
Some blood from the haemmoroids this morning. The sore throat was rampant still, the voice sounded a bit better to me, less croaky. The angina and arthritis was calm and passive. The duodenal ulcer no bother. The reflux valve beahaving itself nicely. Little Inch not bleeding, although the lesion seems to be widening? And, yesterday I had only one dizzy spell. Things looking good… perhaps I shouldn’t have said that?
Made a cuppa and took me medications, put the water heater on. Then strted this old laptop to finish and post yesterdays Inchcock Today.
Then did an extra post in rhyme (Of sorts) about me flat hunting recently and got it done.
Then made a funny post about life when you get old like.
Had a wash and brush-up.
Then went down and made another cuppa and got the new laptop on to do the graphics for them and get it posted.
Susan from Nottingha City Homes rang to confirm she’d put in a bid for me for the 72 Woodthorpe Flat in the high-rise block. She said she’d ting me back wit the result.
I set off on me walk to Colville Court to meet Steve.
I’d only got about 5oo yeards and the mobile rang. It stopped before I could answer, it was from Susan. During the walk I rang back 23 times, unfortnately all I got on each call was three beeps and no connection?
I waited outside the complex fro 15 minutes for Steve to arrive – during which a pillock on an illegal mini-motorbike kept belting by as his continually ran around the block. It was at this stage I made me mind up not to apply to live there – no point in escaping one set of yobs to find another at the new place?
When Steve arrived we went inside to view some of the flats. I must admit they were goreous, well thought out, and in mint condition, even though a bit more rent than the Council ones. But the local yobs had put me off by then.
I had a chin-wag with Steve and he rand Susan to confirm my interest in the flat at Woodthorpe (Sherwood).
Steve was on holiday next week, but he arranges with Sue for me go and sign the paperwork and sort options out on Monday 29th June, and I was assured it was mine despite the long wait.
My internet contributions will be reduced now, as I have to press on getting things sorted and ready for the move? Please bear with me folks.
Left Steve and walked into town to see if the EE shop could increase my allowance on the sim-card hire. But couldn’t provide them with enough details. I reckon they have een lost in the sorting out process? Oh dear.
Caught the bus home and updated this diary.
Have go in a bit to have me wound cleaned and redressed at the GP surgery.
Hard to say how I feel at the moment – so glad to have got somewhere but unsure if I’ve done the right thing if yer know what I mean.
And so worried about sorting it all out and getting it into order – but Steve will be back on the 29th and will advise and guide me I’m sure.
He said to concentrate on getting stuff I aim to take with me ready for transportation first.
Might treat missen to a lamb shank, potatoes and garden peas nosh tonight. Got to use up the freezer stuff – mind you, I’ve got to use up the dated stuff as well… Oh dear…
Went to see Nurse and was seen to early – all cleaned and re-dressed. I’ve not got to get it wet and to be careful she said, any bleeding and come back to see her. It feels much easier now though – mind you, it was bad.
So I’ll see how I go with starting some sorting again in the morning.
Hobbled back to the dump added this to diary and got me nosh cooking.
Rated 4/10.
The lamb shank was from Tesco. It was not very good, the gravy tastless, the peas (Also Tesco brand) were a tad bitter, but the potatoes (Lidl) were okay.
I was so tired out and soon got me head down after sending an email to PAtti Berkert telling her about the flat. She’s been through so much and is finally getting herself better, and has been such a caring friend. Thanks Patti.
Got a decent kip in last night – which is good ’cause I was well shattered!
I realised I’d missed off one of me Whoopsiedangleplops from yesterdays diary, here it is:
The Orange X is where I caught the L 8 bus at the flats thinking it went to the City Centre, it is also where I got off the bus after it did its anti-clockwise circular route back to the flats!
So I walked back to Carrington instead.
Later I found out there was another bus, an L9 that does go to town from the flats, but only one an hour, Mon to Fri from 0933 t0 1633hrs, Saturdays only four buses between 1031 and 1630hrs and none on s Sunday – not very good for getting about then from these flats?
Took me medications with some orange juice and did a bit of Facebooking.
The shoulder/back is still sore but I think less so than yesterday.
Got to stay in today, in case Steve from Age UK calls with any news about the Colville Court flats, and I can make me way to meet him quicklyish if viewing possible today – if I go out sometimes I cannot hear the mobile ringing with traffic or any noise about me.
Started this diary off on the new laptop when I got down, and made a cuppa.
Thought of feeding the pigeons but they were outnumbered by the preying cats under all the cars.
Did some graphicalisationing – the Steve rang.
He’s kindly arranged for us to go to see the flats tomorrow – he’ll ring about 1200hrs to let me know the time to meet him there.
Now I can get missen washed and brushed up and go to Morrison’s see if they have owt appealing, must not buy owt I don”t need though. (Oh yes you say, we’ve heard that before?)
So, no longer housebound – I abluted and set off for the bus to town and get another bus out to Morrison’s.
The City centre was busy when I arrived.
Walked around the corner and waited for a number 5 or 8 bus out to Gamston’s Morrison shop.
I love me free pensioners bus-pass!
The wind was getting up a tad on the way as I noticed the trees a-blowing in it like.
twisted wrongly or moved – Tsk!
Arrived at the store and set off to look for the Walls BBQ sausages on offer from £2.50 down to £1.
Found them and took the last four packs from the freezer.
As I came out the wind was even worse, and just managed to miss the bus.
Still one came along 15 minutes later.
I’d bought only light stuff along with the sausages so as not to risk pulling on me wound. Marmite Crisps and Oddities bikkies.
Back to ttown and caught bus to Carrington.
Enroute me phone made a noise and I checked it – a message from the Surgery confirming me 15.45 appointment tomorrow to have me wound cleaned and re-plastered. This caused me some concern, because the hand written note on me card looked like 13.45… oh dear.
So I called in the GP surgery (Getting like a second home this is – wonder if they might put me up? Hehe!) to confirm the time. It is 1545hrs.
When I came out the wind was really belting at a pace.
Back to the pit and changed the time of this appointment on me diary.
Decided tonight would be sausages in tomatoes that I added oregano, basil and Rosemary too.
Hope it tastes alright?
It were grand it was. Rated it 8.5/10.
Them new sausages are marvellous!
Bit of bother with the haemorrhoids bleeding when I woke up after 15 minutes kip. Soon cleaned missen up and nodded off again.
