Inchcock – Wednesday 17th June 2020: Lots of lucubrationing, fretting and failures today!

Wednesday 17th June 2020

Serbian: Среда, 17 Jуна 2020

03:00hrs: I stirred into life, with a raging headache. For a moment or two, I lay gathering what senses I could.  Then traces of the dream I’d been having, came back to me, in some detail too! I grabbed the pen and notepad from the Ottoman, and scribbled down the finer points, as the memories faded again. Later, when I get a chance, I’ll go through them and let you know what real insanity I dreamt of.

The need of the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I disentangled my ultra-thin limbs, and overly-stomached, flabby belly from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. I got up on my feet and caught my balance without much bother at all. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Got the stick, and off to the wet room.

Without a doubt, this Porcelain Throne session was the easiest I’ve passed in many a month! But it was a messy one. Took no time at all, but cleaning up afterwards was a long, unpleasant job. Ah-well, can’t win ’em all! Still, the feet were looking a smidge better now. Not the Howard Hughes toes, though!

Sanitised and refreshed, I poddled off to the kitchen…

  Where I found the freezer door ajar! I closed it as quickly as I could. But it must have been opened for several hours. I dare not open it again yet. I’m praying some of the stuff will be useable when refrozen. Not that I am not expecting to be able to use much of the produce in it when I do. Just hope for the best. It is cram-packed full in there – and the possibility of my having to throw it all away. Bagging the waste-material into small bags so that they will fit in the tiny opening in the waste-chute. Too many trips to and from the room. Bending to get the stuff out, all put me on a bit of a downer. And I was hoping for a better day today, less stress, fewer incidents… Fool!

The fog had descended. There’s not much of a view outside this morning. I got the medicalisationing equipment out to do the Health Checks. I dropped the stick thermometer, but it still worked when I retrieved it with the picker-upperer.

The resulting figures all looked okay to me. No problems on the sphygmomanometer. The temperature just showed as ‘low’. If I’m not quick enough to get the instrument out of my ear-hole, the reading changes to low or high display. I was not fast enough – The story of my life there! Hahaha!

When I got to download the pictures later, I found this mystery photo? After applying my Sherlock Holmes-like investigative skills, I thought it was taken in the kitchen. When Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a little play with me. I took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

At long last, I got on Computer Cameron. I made up a template for today. Then I started updating yesterday’s blog.

I finished it and had a look at the notepad with the scribbled dream memories. But my handwriting was so atrocious, much of it was indecipherable. Tsk! Using a bit of recollection and the writing that I could understand:

  • I was throwing food from the cupboards out of the window on the balcony.
  • A crowd gathered and started shouting for specific items, Bacon, cornflakes, bread and pickled, onions were amongst them as I recall.
  • Police cars arrived and arrested the crowd, presumably for not Social distancing?
  • When the Marias arrived, and the citizens were taken away, more Officers arrived, each with a shopping list!
  • A Tannoy was used, as they shouted up for what they wanted.
  • One chap asked for cheesy mashed potatoes. I explained I haven’t made any. The policeman Tannoyed back, ‘Yes, you have, on the second shelf up in your fridge!’ Then threatened to arrest me if I failed to find any for him?
  • I threw some requested Glengettie tea bags out, and then I went to look in the fridge.
  • Sure enough, a little like Dr Who’s Tardis, I opened the fridge door and walked into it. There were stacks, piles of food, and inside was as big as a football pitch! Hundreds of my plastic plates with cheesy potatoes, too!
  • I was forever going to the fridge for more cheesy potato meals and back to the balcony.
  • They had set-up a winch system now.
  • I’ve no idea why, but Police Helicopters and red coloured Tiger Moth planes filled the skies?
  • The doorbells rang out their usual ♫ I only want to be with you, ♫ tune.
  • The hallway outside was cram-packed with people vying to get me to adopt a giraffe, panda or Elephant, supply drinking water, pay for medications, and to take out an over 50’s death policy. Argh!

Many other things happened, but nothing clear comes to mind. I think the dream ended as I was fighting off the insurance and charity mob. I’d written down three pages of memories on the notepad. Undoubtedly, one of my curioser, more vivid dreams, methinks. The nightmare bit was those ‘Over-50’s’ sellers!

It took me some time to get the tale of the dream done, (And three variable wee-wees). I went to make another brew, with hopes of getting this one drunk. Haha! 

I spotted through the mist and fog, a couple taking their dog for a walk. I did my best to photograph them, on Auto setting, but it didn’t come out too well.

Then, I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. The mist is less now.

Time to see if I can get an order in for Morrisons. The last few times it’s taken between 2 to 4 weeks. I’ll give it a go.

Got it done! But I had to wait until Tuesday 30th June for a delivery slot. And that is a bit late in the day one. Unfortunately, 16:30 > 17:00 hrs. But the waiting doesn’t matter, as I have so much food in the flat at the moment, you wouldn’t believe how much!

Scary innit? Hahaha! By the time it arrives, I should be ready for it. In thirteen days, there should be room for it. Being the Unglefrogwoggling idiot that I am, I’m sure the recent Blank-Spots and Spells are the cause of my ordering food and not remembering, I’d done so.

I rang Sister Jane and Pete, as they have not answered my two emails sent yesterday, see if they are okay. The line (It always is) was bad, Jane rang me back. That was a bit better for hearing and understanding. Pete arrived near the phone, I wished him well with his experimental treatment at the City Hospital! When the conversation became three-way, I was lost altogether. Pete departed to do some shopping and check on his bank balance and investments. I then needed another visit to the Porcelain Throne. We parted, and I shot in the wet-room. When I say, shot…

I sat, sitting there for ages, convinced that something was about to erupt. But, No! Nothing moved, despite my firm belief that it was ready and willing, the innards refused to allow any evacuation! Still, I got a few more clues answered in the crossword book. 

Off to make another brew, this time of Thompsons Punjabi tea. I took a shot of the weather, still a bit misty, no signs of any rain. It doesn’t look the slightest bit like it’s going to be any precipitation! Inchcock wrong again!

Then I had a thought (I occasionally do), it doesn’t look like rain. So why are Arthur Itis’s knees losing pain and gaining stiffness? Every time they have done this in the past, rain or even a storm had come on the same day. I don’t suppose it matters, but my EQ faith suffers.

I had a check on the weather. That’s the weather than I was certain would produce rain today. Grobbleatkins!

Back to Computer Cameron, and went on the WordPress Reader section. That took me over an hour. I’d got behind with me reading, with the activity of the last few days. All caught up now.

I wet on the Nottinghamshire Live Full News Site. Here are the first few headlines on the page: Just to cheer you up, like!

Girl Found Dead in Nottingham Park.

Police close bridge as ‘pools of blood’ found following Nottingham shooting.

A teenager has been locked up after he stabbed a 20-year-old man during a “gruesome and violent” attack in Nottingham.

Millions of people in Beijing under new Coronavius restrictions. There have been 137 new cases in the last six days!

To make my day, the next page gave April’s Nottingham crime figures for my postcode.

Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked off again. Making doing any work on graphics impossible until, if, she gives me a break.

So, I got the nosh going. Despite my feeling half out of it, it was a decent looking and tasting effort, a little too much for me to eat it all, but I gave it my best shot! Flavour Rating: 8.2/10! After having eaten what I could of it, I was feeling more alert and aware of things.

Taking the things back into the kitchen to get them washed, it looked like an explosion had taken place. The mess I’d left from the cooking made the place look very untidy, a sausage lay on the floor near the stove, along with two halves of tomato, a fork, and an unidentifiable tablet—one of the small ones that all look the same, Furesomide, Beta-Blocker or a Codeine 30g. I think I was lucky that I didn’t leave the stove on, tap running, or window open. Shame-Mode-Adopted!

I tidied up a bit and got the washing done. And planned to get back to watch a re-run of a 2016 Euro match. Eventually, I got my head down to view the footy. Fell asleep, but woke up to see the penalty shoot-out, at least.

I got the headphones on, to watch and listen to a documentary on Channel 25, Freeview, there were not any subtitles on the programme.

However, when I went to make a brew, the EQ predicted rain arrived, but not a lot of it.

My new headphones on, and fell asleep, as expected. My waking up was a bit scary (Not really, but it made me jump). The right earpiece cover and foam, which I discovered was just stretched over the plastic, fell off. Falling down my shoulder, followed by the headphones, onto my Brobdingnagian-sized flobby-stomach is what woke me. I wondered what the heck had happened at first. Haha!

I set about trying to put the cover back over the ear-part. Not a good job, but it will do for now. Humph! 

Sweet Morpheous was reluctant again. Gragglespitness!

Inchcock – Tues 16 June: Wristwatch, camera, the 7inch hair mystery and more. (Sorry it’s a bit long, one of those days!)

TFZers: Garden Party?

Tuesday 16th June 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Június 16., kedd

04:00hrs: I lay there on the c1968, rickety recliner for a good while, assessing my situation mentally and physically.

After a mild form of organisation was gathered in the grey-cells, the first thing was to check the time on my Charity shop-bought £2 wristwatch. It was not on my wrist.

Well, fancy that! This not only confused me but annoyed me. All my energy and concentration went on a search for the timepiece.

It was paramount to me that it had to found! But it wasn’t! Despite heaving and hauling my colossal-bellied body from the none-working chair, and ferreting about looking for the watch. I got the torch and picker-upperer and looked underneath the furniture.

Getting back up on my feet was a bit painful, particularly the back and Howard Hughes-like toenails!

Where signs of nocturnal-meandering activity were diagnosed. Down there, was the TV and DVD remote, and a pen? But no, wristwatch!

I looked in the kitchen, then the wet room, and rechecked them both! Back to the recliner room. I had to force myself to stop the search and seek mission. I was getting so uptight and self-critical over the loss. I told myself that it was a temporary irremediable situation. I didn’t like or believe it, but something had to be done to stop my going addictively bonkers.

It didn’t really work though, as I went for a wee-wee, I kept looking in the silliest places for the watch. The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived at the same time. Which was one of the easiest evacuations for a long time? A smidge of bleeding, but not messy. It was over swiftly, and little odoriferousness either. This should have had me moving into a Smug-Mode, but the worrying over the lost-timepiece was ever-present.

For the first time ever, the wee-wee followed after the big evacuation? A new style as well. I Christened it as an SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee.

Limped off to the kitchen. The morning view, albeit a later one this Tuesday, was a little misty. But when I opened the window, it was incredibly mild, I thought. Ah, one there for Bill, a red car! Hehe!

I had a rummage around and searched in the daftest of places in search of the watch. With no luck!

BP sphygmomanometer readings were pleasing and should have cheered me up a tad. All were looking better. The thermometer just showed as ‘Low’, but this missing timepiece was still wrangling at me!

I took the medications, then made a brew. A thought suddenly came to me (they occasionally do), had I dropped my beloved timepiece in a waste bin? After searching through all four of them, I found out I hadn’t. Grumblegrobbledamn!

I started updating yesterday’s post. Diligently making many miss-typing and spelling errors! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had started off again, Tsk! After a couple of hours, I went off limpingly to make another brew and needed two, I say, two, SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wees! (I’m not sure how much longer the carpet from the kitchen to the wet room is going to last, Haha!)

It seemed the mist was getting a little thicker as the morning went on? This time when I opened the window to take this photograph, it seemed a lot colder out here than it did earlier on? Brrr!

Another forage around in cupboards, drawers, etc. failed to find the £2 watch! Sob! Yet another wee-wee! Washed hands and contact points, and back on the well-trodden carpet in the hall, to Computer Cameron, and got the Tuesday blog finished at last. Despite Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Back-Pain-Brenda’s attentions!

I then got a message on the mobile. I had a look, and it was from Iceland. Telling me to check emails for details of changes to my order. What order, I thought? Then I investigated. Finding I had an order in for today, twixt 15:00 > 17:00hrs. Pathetic, I know, but I could not remember making an order for today? After examining the goods on the list, there was no doubt about it, the items were all things I might have ordered. A vague recollection of my looking at the ham misshapes?

Then, I noticed an Amazon email arrived. I used the tracker and got the map up, which means the delivery is close.

Ah, this could be dodgy time-wise, so I stopped and to get the ablutions done.

Not such a good session this time. I reckon this was because I was trying to rush it, in case the Amazon delivery arrived with the reusable facemasks. The teggies were done without any Whoopsies.  The shaving, well, there was a few.

The hairs were growing around the ear-holes, and I decided to use the razor to cut them. This did not work, so I got the scissors… I shouldn’t have done that! I should have known better, with Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley being on form! Hehe!

The legs looked a lot betterer this morning, though. The toenails were hurting every time I touched or moved on the mat. No shower, trying to save time.

As I was drying off, I caught sight of something I’d not noticed before. Brief History: Many years ago, when I had Duodenal Donald surgery, the hairs shaved off, on my chest and stomach, did not all return. Then, when I had the Aorta Valve replacement, there were very few that grew again. Then, after the stroke, what an oddity, they all fell out?

Now, I spotted two hairs on my chest, in the middle of the lower op scars, nearer the stomach, I think. One must have been about seven inches long? I wonder if they can do a transplant to my head? Hahaha!

Got redressed, and on the Amazon site, to check the tracker.

The delivery vehicle must be getting very close now.

I went to the kitchen window to see if I could spot a delivery van or lorry out there.

A van was parked in the Emergency Only bay (As do all vehicles). But it was not an Amazon vehicle.

Then, a grey car came up and turned at the dead end, and parked in the Emergency Vehicles Only parking bay. As I peered down at it, it was apparent that it was a Taxi or someone getting a lift with his shopping. It was my neighbour, Malcolm.

I took what I thought was three snaps. Below is what I found on the SD card when I came to download them. How did I do this? I was using the Canon SX 740 SH camera. I’m confused as to what I did wrong?

I’d spent a while taking these pictures, and panicked a bit when I realised. Had I missed a call on the Intercom? Then I realised that if anyone had arrived, I would have seen them. I’m losing it again!

I loitered around the flat hallway, so I could not miss it when someone rang the intercom. Ten minutes later, the box chimed out, and I pressed the listen button, but the machine went to a blue screen with the message ‘Hi’ on it? I pressed the admit button, but unsure if it had worked or not? I thought of going down, but what if I pass the chap on the way and end up missing him?

This was turning into another farcical day for me! I held my ground, and a chap arrived with the masks. Thanked him, and of off he shot. Leaving the covers near the door for me. Thank you!

I got the masks out to take a look—three in total, washable and reusable. I put them on the shelving for future use. When I am to be allowed out, is unknown, but at least when the time arrives, something like the Opticians, Pediatric Clinic, Dentist or Audio Clinic opens again, I’ll be alright for using the bus, at least. Of course, that is if I can live through and survive this isolationing. And put up with the agony from the uncut toenails, toothache, and mental anguish. Hahaha!

I made a brew and went to take a photograph of Marie’s, Koala Katie, and Pattie’s Scruffy, donated pets for me ♥, who I talk to each day, as they rest on top of the DVD shelves. But the Canon camera came up with this message as I returned the SD card. ‘Card cannot be accessed. Reinsert/change the card. Or format with this camera. Oh dearie me, what next is going to go wrong!

  • I took out the card and checked it was on the ‘Read’ position, which it was. I returned it to the camera, and still got the message.
  • I tried doing the same again. Same message!
  • I tried the other card in it, and that was alright.
  • Rechecked the Canon-card. Swapped it between open and closed, and put it back in. Same Message!
  • Removed it again, and was now out of ideas… It worked!

A sigh of relief was proffered forth.

Then I took a picture of my beloved pets and had a little chinwag with them.

Then I remembered the disappearing wristwatch. Surely it must be around the chair, I had it on last night, I think.

A long time ago, I wrote this view of the mysteriousness of the flat. Tim Price helped me. It’s grown over the months and is a little too long now, but I like it for a bit of fun and have used it a few times on the blog: 

“Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, and kehuas. Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?” Well, now it’s getting more like a fact now, than fun! Hehehe!

Anyway, I had no luck with searching for the wet room and kitchen again for the watch.

My phagomaniac tendencies came into mind. And I returned to the food cupboards and fridge to ponder over what I fancied for my nosh.

Then I remembered the forgotten about Iceland order arriving twixt 15:00 to 17:00hrs. I decided to leave the meal until after the food arrived and I would make up my mind then. I’ll have a pot noodle, I can have if I get peckish… no, not a good idea! It will ruin anything I have later… Hello, I’m hesitating, equivocating, indecisive, vacillating, well, getting all muddled again! Decision-making and I were not meant to be a team after the Stroke.

I went on Facebooking then. I moved on to making-up a template for tomorrow. Got them all done, and…

Gluglegnatsworth!  I got out of the swivel chair to go and make another brew, lost my balance, and toppled forward,  dropped the China mug putting my hand out to break the fall,  landed on the recliner. As I came to rest, I found the missing wristwatch on the tray on the Ottoman as I dispersed the contents!

Unbelievable! This was the first place I looked for the timepiece as well, and did so again at least two more times during the day!

The painful fall, and even more hurtful getting back up my bulky, but flobby-body back on my feet, was somehow not as bad as it should have been! The delight in finding it was tempered by my confusion as to how I failed to see it in my earlier searches. Confusion Conrad was rampant and befuddling! And my confidence was at a low ebb!

I took some waste bags to the chute. Then a couple of recycling bags down to the caretaker’s room.

Doing the blog back up again, forgetting all about the tea I was going to make, I got on with updating this blog again. Warden and desk-top-dancer, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress, Deana called, to check on things. I explained about my having to remain in isolation until the Doctor phones to let me know when I can be freed. Haha! Everything was fine, though. Little things like this, are appreciated, and supportive of my retaining my mental health. (Well?)

Back to the blogging and a message came in from Iceland. They are ahead of schedule and should arrive between 15:00hrs and 16:15 hours.

Life in one’s dotage, I always thought, would be slower, and much more hassle-free. Humph!

Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra and Shaking Shaun all came on at the same time, and this was worrying. Yet, within around five minutes, they’d all left, leaving me with a cracking headache!

Iceland’s delivery man arrived. Thanked him and slipped him a G & T to him in thanks, and got the bags from the doorway into the kitchen.

Still a bit of a mystery as to how, when or why I made this order? But it had all the usual sort of stuff I have in it. I hope I hadn’t had a ‘Blank Moment’. Nott that I can say anything specific about these lapses, but, usually, I find out what I’d done, but no iota of any knowledge of this one, if it was one… I’ll stop mentioning it here, I’m confusing myself more than ever.

I got the goods stored away. There was a tray of frozen Chinese belly pork, the only thing different to usual. So I had that for the evening nosh. I’m worried that the cupboards may fall off of the walls! Haha!

The nosh was prepared and served up. A bit of a palatable feast as it turned out.

The Chinese belly pork, I cooked adding some Hickory. The last of the sourdough muffins, buttered and filled with off-cuts of smoked ham. A Marmite cheese disc, onions, beetroot, gherkins, and tomatoes. A lemon yoghourt, and a lovely crispy, South African apple to follow. My sitomania was well satiated this time. Gave this meal a Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10.

Incidentally, I found myself forever looking at my charity shop-bought, £2 wristwatch throughout the meal. I slept with it on tonight, fearing it may hide away from me overnight, again. Hehehe! 

Oddly, Sweet Morpheus was not interested. I put the TV on, it was a load of hogwash showing, yet still, I didn’t nod off?

When it did arrive, it was filled with pestering dreams. Colin Cramps was waking me up, and I think that each time I nodded off again, I rejoined the same, or similar dream?

Hey-Ho!

Inchcock – Sun 20 Jan 2019: Another new Wee-wee classified arrived today – LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) Hehe!

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Sunday 20th January 2019

UZBEK: 20 Yanvar 2019 Yil Yakshanba

00.15hrs: What follows happened just once before in my life: I woke thinking of the dreams I had just suffered. Nodded-off to have another, then woke-up and thought about the dream I had had. Nodded-off… This had happened repeatedly during my so-called sleep.

WD 0.51.0 Every dream was farraginous, a mixture of my failings, mistakes, bad judgements and calamitous decisions, from different periods at the same time. Humiliating, cringe-making, embarrassing, and unsettling in the extreme. Particularly the last phantasm; As I recall, it contained two incidents that I had forgotten all about, one from when I would have been about eight years of age, the other about forty years old. These nightmares did nothing to boost my morale or confidence whatsoever. They left my poor old brain depressed and sombre. Oy Vey!

WD 0.51.0 I lay there prostrate on the £300 second-hand ready-to-be-recycled rusty, rickety recliner, pondering, worrying and fretting for ages. I tried to make the images and memories repudious, by thinking of other things. Which failed miserably, when thoughts of the upgrading work, pipework, sprinkler system, moving the stuff out of the way in the flat to be done yet to make room for the builders. Pains from the mystery bruise in the left leg still active, the Clinic procedure due shortly, the bulb flashing in the kitchen in its death-throes, the painfull wee-wees, and it being a Sunday, no buses or chance of any chinwags… generally feeling sorry for myself I suppose. Tsk!

I didn’t dismount the recliner until 01:30hrs. Then only because I was in need of a wee-wee. And, what a change in them today! I felt I should reclassify them as LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) now. There was no sensation (other than the pain) or feelings of any evacuation at all! Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

WD 0.51.0 Naturally as to be expected I suppose, I forgot about the flickering flashing light tube and turned on the light! Klutz! Almost instantly, and bringing on Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis, despite my turning it off straight away. Now I was getting annoyed with myself! I did the Health Checks and took the medications by torchlight. Hoping I’d taken the right tablets. Hehehe!

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7sun03I made a mug of Morrison’s Assam tea, again by torchlight. Hehe!

Still, tomorrow the chaps from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance should be calling twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs to fit me a new neon light tube in the kitchen. Bless em!

7sun05I had a risky wee-wee (LSPWWW), by torchlight! And took a photo through the unwanted light and view-blocking new window of the morning scene. I was pleased with the old Sony picture it produces. The row of lights left to right just above halfway is from houses on Winchester Street.

7sun07As I put down the camera back in the dark kitchen. I caught the button and took this photograph from the cabinet top. Interesting if not fascinating.

To the grey bucket for another LSPWWW, and what a long one it was, too!

 I took the brew with me to the computer to start on this blog.

7sun07aWD 0.51.0 But had to divert to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. The Porcelain evacuation was okay. But, the accompanying wee-wee, took that long, I read a bit of the First World War book while I waited for some kind of termination of the flow. Humph!

Had a rinse and freshened up afterwards.

7sun10WD 0.51.0 As I was leaving the room, I spotted two dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles)! I had hoped not to see any more of these creatures and thought my nine-month solo-battle against them had been won. But No! I didn’t see any yesterday anywhere.

I was struggling to fathom-out how these two dead ones, where out in the open and yet I’d not seen them before. I wondered if the live ones were trying to drag their bodies to the nest? Or, maybe a spider had done the same? I’m all mind-boggled now. Hehe!

Back to the computer and doing this post up to here. Then, after another LSPWWW of even greater duration, I started to finalise the Saturday diary. Got the blog done and posted by 04:40hrs. Then added photos to Pinterest.Facebook Albums.

My antejentacular activities continued with my going on to update the Facebook Photo Albums. Then the WordPress Reader. Then had a look at the comment that had come in and the TFZer site.

And now, blow-it, Duodenal Donald has started off. Ah, well!

I stopped and went to make another brew of tea and sort out some breakfast for myself. The light tube was still trying to work, but it doesn’t help with the dizzies situation. I took these three photographs quickly one after another as I approached the medicine drawers to get an extra Omeprazole. Had an LSPWWW.

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7sun12Got the brekkie done. A pot of porridge, a mug of tea and a wholemeal bread thin sarnie, using up the last of the German smoked ham. Very tasty!

Then off for another LSPWWW.

Started on CorelDraw to do up some graphics to use as page headers. But not for long… off for yet one more LSPWWW! Tsk!

Back on CorelDrawing. I spent many hours on this. But the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet made it slow hard work for a while. Humph!

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7sun38Sister Jane called, and we had a decent nattering session. Which I enjoyed.

I got the nosh prepared, not that it took much doing. A ready-made Cumberland pie with lots of added cheese on top, tomatoes, chestnuts, mushrooms and bread thins with a splash of hoisin sauce. Followed by a Limoncello dessert, to which I later added some Squirty cream. Mmm! An excellent flavour rating of 9/10 was given.

I put down the well empty plate and tray and perused what was on the TV.

Plenty of stuff that I fancied watching… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Tues 15 Jan 2019: New injury – Visited the Doctor, had INR blood test – Got the laundry done – Plenty of natters today! Hurrah!

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Tuesday 15th January 2019

Samoan: Aso Lua 15 Ianuari 2019

23:25hrs. I stirred into ersatz life and lay there deliberating over my situation, and taking in the thoughts with the mind in a calm, nonbelligerent mood. I could recall no dreaming, nocturnal nibbling or, and this is the best one… no bleeding from either the front or back! I remembered (I say remember, it was when I saw my sign about it hanging over the TV screen), the appointments with the Doctor and Nurse starting at 0720hrs. The brain did get a tiny bit of angst when it recalled that the destruction make-as-much-mess-they-can engineers will be calling to ruin the carpets and leave the maximum amount of dust spread as far as possible from the drilling as they can manage.

Physically, I thought things were doing fine, apart from Duodenal Donald lingering in the background and the rumbling innards, I was pleased.

WD 0.25.0 Then after I had freed my Billy Bunter-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner and got up on my feet… Soon as I stood up, the pain from my left leg well above the knee was nasty. Oh, flipping ‘Eck! I accept that I will never have complete aponia, but this pain was so reminiscent of what I suffered back in 1964. When I was working at the Co-op 118 store, on Arleston Drive in Wollaton. That turned out to be an abscess, and I recall trying to get the black-puss out of it was not easy or comfortable. Tsk!

WD 0.25.0 The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived rather urgently. A good job I responded straight away, else I definitely would not have made it in time! Phew! A messy semi-liquid affair.

Oh, great I thought. The Furosemide swollen legs, the abscess, the wee-weeing. And now the trots have joined Duodenal Donald in making me feel so nervous! Combine these worries with the fact that I have to go out on a 40-minute walk to the surgery for blood tests and see the Doctor about the Furesomide side-effects and tell her about the trots and beg for some more effective ulcer medicine or tablets, oh, and see if the pain is an abscess or a blood clot!

No doubt about it, the pain wholly dissipated when I am sat down, the moment I’m back on the feet it starts giving me grief.

Every morning something new for me fret about and get in a stew! Oy Vey is mir!

A lot of cleaning up needed after the evacuation. Had a rinse and thought I’d better start 2tue06anticepticalisationing the contact points. The innards still continue to growl and rumble, so I knew I’d soon be back on the Throne. Tsk!

Before I got the Health Check things ready, I put the kettle on and got the old Sony camera out and took some photographs of the legs.

Some new vein patterns again, and I think some others have disappeared? But less fluid now.

I took a zoomed in shot of the problem area on the left leg.

It came out more explicit than I could have hoped for, and I’m not so sure it is an abscess, now. What it is, I just don’t know. As I sit typing 2tue05this there is no pain at all, as soon as I stand and try to walk, back it comes? I suppose its lucky that I’ve got my appointment with Dr Vindla.

I still think someone should pay to have free access to my warped, fluid-filled, unbalanced, Furosemide affected legs for experimentation… Someone from the medical profession? Hahaha! You’d think they would slip me a bit of cash to leave the legs to them when I snuff it. BUPA perhaps?

02:00hrs already now, and I’ve just got around to doing the Health Checks, Humph!

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Things looked okay to me with the results.

I wish other concerns would be better, though. I’m dreading the walk to the surgery. The wee-weeing seemed to be getting a less often, but that is because when I took the 2tue04medications, I decided not to take a Furosemide yet, until after the Doctors and Nurses visiting are both done. This might reduce the risk of any escapages?

The picture I snapped from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window, revealed the heavy clouds in the sky, that hid the moon and stars. Again, I was pleased with the old Sony camera result.

WD 0.25.0 I could hear a clanking/rattling noise suddenly. It stayed for five minutes or so. But I could not find the source of it, so annoying!

I got the Monday post finalised and sent off to WordPress.

I decided, being as I noted I was out of the better toilet rolls (Or perhaps I could not find them, such is the mess in the spare room, Shame-Mode Adopted), I’d add some toilet rolls to the Morrisons order for Thursday. I found they had 9-roll packs on offer reduced to £3 from £3-50, so I ordered one. I also noticed they had vegetarian cocktail sausages from £2.50 down to £1 and added one to the order. But the best was, they offered a pack of ‘Six cartons or bottles of Honest Organic Kids Ever After Juice Drinks’ as a freebie! No idea what they are other than apple flavour, but I bet someone at the Social Hour will fancy them for the grandkids mayhaps?

WD 0.25.0 Another immediate call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and nearly escaped of its own accord! Luckily, I was sat down at the time. I had to take blocking actions before I could risk getting to the wet room. Lid up, bum down and out it flowed before I made contact with the porcelain, almost liquid! All done in about ten seconds at most! What a messy session again! And Duodenal Donald started to kick off as I bent down to clean the bowl afterwards. I felt adequately embarrassed, discomfited and self-conscious of the mess I was in.

And as I said before, I’m feeling most apprehensive of getting through the 40-minute hobble to the surgery without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops!, and getting back as well. Should any escapages from the front or rear happen, the PPs (Protection Pants) will prove ineffective… of dear, I am feeling worse now after working that one out. I feel hesitant, indisposed, nervous, almost afraid to go out, but must visit the Doctor for help with these problems. What else can I do? Tsk, bother and Harrumph!

I got the mushroom in the crock-pot. Then, I stopped everything and got the ablutions tended to. By the time I’d finished the cleaning up session, I felt a lot better in myself. Duodenal Donald had eased off, and the rumbling innards reduced a slight gurgling now and then. Also, the wee-wees had reduced in quantity and frequency. Yeehaa! I reckon if I leave here by 0630hrs, I should get to the surgery on time for 0720hrs… ah, maybe not, what if the abscess or whatever it is, slows my hobbling down… Mmm… I’ll try to time it to leave at 0615hrs then.

2tue08It was 06:29hrs by the time I’d got everything ready and set off out on the hobble to the Doctors.

A new layout on the route. The lads had begun to build the bus turn around point. So, we must all remember to walk on the right now. Not the left.

To the end of Chestnut Walk, and down 2tue09Winchester Street to the end and left along Mansfield Road.

By gum, I was getting a move on.

The pain from the leg amazingly departed, and my rate of knots increased somewhat!

Near the surgery, I took this photograph of some flowers on a hedge to a house. 

2tue10I got into Carrington and the surgery. I’d covered the distance in thirty-five minutes! (Smug-Mode-Adopted! – The head swanks! Hehe!)

Bootiful!

I got into the surgery and logged on with the receptionists and sat down, getting the crossword book out, and had a failed session on the puzzles.

WD 0.25.0 A few minutes later Dr Vindla came and tapped my shoulder as she said sternly to me; “Are you coming in then!” I assumed she had called my name and I’d not heard it. I rushed in and sat down. I mentioned that I am feeling tired all the time. “Yes, but how are the legs?” I showed the mark to her telling her how bad it was earlier, but now there was no pain. (I did feel such a fool!) No reply, as she had a grope of the legs. Making me jump. “Much better!” Then she told me I could keep on to the 2tue10aFurosemides I have left to use on an As as when needed basis. “Your seeing Nurse Nichole next, are you?” – ” Yes!” Alright, you can go now!” So I did!

Back to the seat, and Nurse Nichole appeared and fetched me to her treatment room. I managed to have a little natter as she took the blood, but not much. I thanked her and handed some nibbles, departed and dropped some bits 2tue11off for the receptionists. Both of the visits seemed to all over in minutes. I was in a haze as I left.

The traffic had got much busier now.

I took a picture in Carrington and then one in Sherwood as I almost power-walked the route back home.

2tue11aI was once again impressed with the resulting photos from the old Sony camera.

As I turned onto Marshall Street, I had to stop to avoid treading in some Nottinghamian Street Art. No doubt created and deposited my some alcoholic who, as many of us have done in the past, and they thought it would be a good idea to get a takeaway, after a jolly-good session on the plonk.

2tue12aWalking up Winchester Street Hill, at an incredible pace I might add – I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming! How I was going so fast, I could not understand at all. I must have been breaking a record timewise.

I stopped and hobbled a little way up Cavendish Vale, to take this shot of Winwood Heights. Woodthorpe to the left and Winchester Court on the right. The new 2tue12bObergruppenfurheress HQ and New Extra-Care block of flats being mostly hidden with them being so much lower.

I carried on, despite the pain of the feet, at a good steady pace. And took this photo at the junction of Winchester STreet that goes up to the flats, and turns into Mapperley Rise on the right.

2tue12cA little further up the hill, I spotted some more Nottinghamian Street Art.

I can’t remember seeing it earlier when I walked down. But of course, it was much darker then.

As I reached the top of the road, many delivery 2tue12dlorries for Willmott Dixon were around.

Not that it mattered, but I had to wait a few minutes while the drivers had to manoeuvre their lorries around to find somewhere to park without blocking the traffic. Not an easy task.

But Incharge Ian was at hand to assist them.  Heck of a job for him, but seemed content enough and he was smiling.

2tue12eWhen I got walking again, I was taking this photograph of the Winchester Court sign, with its missing letters – N C and T, thus now becoming named ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe! I like it!

I was smiling to myself as Brigadeführeress Warden Deans passed by. We had a mini-natter and a laugh about the signs missing digits. Haha!

2tue12fI made my way back to the Woodthorpe Court flats along Chestnut Walk. Using, as it would be expected, the new third temporary route as designated.

As I got in the foyer, I managed to have another chinwag with two residents sat in there. I checked in the laundry room, and the machines were available. So, up to the flat to get the washing down and done.

2tue12g When I got in the apartment, I realised just how quickly things had gone, and found it hard to believe myself.

I’d left at around 06:30hrs, hobbled into Carrington, saw the Doctor, had the blood taken by delightful Nurse Nichole, walked all the way back taking photographs as I did, and still it was only 08:45 hours? Am I going potty or what?

I gathered the laundry and accoutrements needed and went down to the laundry room. I had a smashing natter with a man and woman sat in the lobby. A hello from Cyndy as she passed through to catch the bus. Into the room and got the washer going.2tue14

On the way back up in the lift, I discovered some more Nottinghamian Artwork on the wall of the elevator cage. No idea what it was, but it didn’t look nice. Hehe! 

I took another zoomed-in picture and placed it on top of the button panel in the graphic. But it didn’t come out any clearer for identificationalisationing purposes.

Suddenly the leg started to hurt again? I got the computer on and started to update this blog. Then down to the laundry room to move the clothes to the dryer. Had another good nattering session this another two residents in the foyer. I’m enjoying this! So much after I’d moved the washing into the spinner thingy and wiped the drum, I stayed downstairs while the dryer did its thing. And got a few words in with some passing residents again.

2tue15Removed and folded the togs into the bag, cleaned the machine filter and drum and back up in the lift to the apartment. 

Got the cleaned clobber away in the airing cupboard, and pressed on with the updating of this post. Accompanied with the banging and drilling from workers doing the installation prep work for the fitting of the sprinklers.

Checked the mushrooms and they were ready. So I moved them into a saucepan with some tomatoes with extra passata.

The blooming bruise on the leg is now worse than this morning. How can it disappear when I’m at the Doctors and come back now, with a vengeance? Humph!

Got some bacon in the oven, to add to the tomatoes and mushrooms, and digest with some of the Polish sourbread. Yum-yum! I hope.

2tue26Did the Health Checks and got the nosh served up.

Tasty, very tasty! The Polish Bread from the Post office shop was great!

8.9/10 Flavour-Rating.

Aha! There was an A-team showing on the TV. So I settled to watch it before cleaning the pots… which never got done, because I nodded off at the first commercial break!

Inchcock – Sat 17 Nov 2018: A mental grind doing the page top graphics. Another day indoors. didn’t see a soul, but I am a bit of a heel. Hehehe!

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These Willmott-Dixon lads don’t mess about, do they? Hehe!

6Sat06

Saturday 17th November 2018

Ukrainian: Субота 17 жовтня 2018 року

WD 51.2.51 0050hrs: I woke sadly this morning. I felt melancholicism, was because the dream I’d been having had ended. The nocturnal reverie I’d had, was so lucid. When I became conscious of the fact that it was indeed a dream and not real, I was mortified! I knew that my beloved, long-lost cats, Cyril and Lady were in there somewhere, and I was so content and happy. Sometimes, waking up can be a drag! Tsk!

Once the brain had engaged and cleared, there was a significant lack of the usual morning wanderings. The incomprehensibilities that would typically come from the cerebration’s insistence of taking on all the problems of the universe, my fears, jealousies, and needs, etc. But not today, the brain was worryingly showing a rare but welcome imperturbability. No rushing back and forth with a melee of ideas, nervousnesses, anxieties, uneasiness or dreads!

These were replaced with the primary concern in my cell-cells box: Getting the graphics done for the Inchcock Today page tops. Having failed to get them sorted out yesterday, I knew this meant another day indoors on the keyboard, and hours spent on CorelDraw and WordPress. I hoped the concentration would last long enough this time, and Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, and Fatigue Frank would keep off.

First things first: Remove my avoirdupois, fat, fleshy, gross, wobbly body from the £300 second-hand recliner without injury or accifauxpa. All okay, got my tremendously torpid torso upright without any dizzy spells, and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

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6Sat04 Took the medications and made a mug of tea. Then the summoning from the innards arrived, so, off to Porcelain Throne. Another messy affair. By the time I had cleaned things up and unsmirched the hands. The tea had gone cold when I got back into the kitchen.

WD 51.2.51 Duodenal Donald had kicked off while I was on the throne. So I took an extra Omeprazole and Clarithromycin to counter Duodenal Donald, and a Dia-Limit for the Trotskies.

6Sat03I opened the new window with the unwanted too many panes of glass to clean, light and view-blocking thick plastic frames and, outside ledge that blocks my taking picture downwards and checking for a fire in the event of a fire alarm activation.

The scene was pleasant again this morning A few spots of rain fell on the camera as I took this photograph.

On the computer, and I set about updating yesterday’s blog, and got it sent off. 

Off for an SSWW (Short, sharp wee-wee).

Went on WordPress Ready section, then checked for the comments. Then, at around 0415hrs, I turned to the mammoth task of creating page top graphics on Coreldraw.

I took a break, to make another brew. (That went cold too!) Had a look out of the unwanted, more-glass-to-clean, view and light preventing, the anti-photographer thick plastic muti-framed new kitchen window. Took these two pictures, to the left and right. Eerie sort of scenes, I thought.

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Eventually, many hours later, I got caught up with the graphics! But not until 1320hrs: During the long grinding session, I took about eight SSWWs, and made five mugs of tea (drinking one of them!)… but I let the other four all go cold. Klutz!

When my brain stopped working on the graphicalisastioning, in an instant, Fatigue Francis dawned on me. But, I was so pleased to have got the graphics done for this blog page tops, and without any Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis interference.

I got the nosh prepared and served up, for I was sure I’d soon fall asleep. For mentally, I honestly did feel so haggard, hollow-cheeked, hollow-eyed, gaunt, washed out and worn to a frazzle.drained.

6Sat24I had already got the baked beans marinating with seasonings: Demerara sugar, mustard, curry powder and BBQ flavouring. Cooked the potato waffles and added the pork loin.

WD 51.2.51 I’m afraid that the apple had gone all black/green and nasty inside. Luckily, I didn’t bite into it. It collapsed when I picked it up to do so. Hehehe!

The tiredness was that bad, I didn’t eat anywhere near all of this meal. A flavour-rating of 7.5/10 given.

I tried to watch some TV, but no sleep arrived? I gave up and put on a Steven Seagal film. I felt sure this often-watched over the years, ‘Under Seige’ film would send me into dreamland.

It did!

Zzzz…

Inchock – Frid 16 Nov 2018: Horrible Day, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Fatigue Frankie and Duodenal Donald, all struck! Tsk!

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The Gorgeous TFZer Patricia, and Alcofrolic Keith. In love?

5Fri007

Friday 16th November 2018

Albanian: E Premte 16 Nëntor 2018

0145hrs: As I woke and awaited the brain to join my physical movement in action, the morning’s expergefactor made itself known. It was the importunate need to utilise the Porcelain Throne. The removal of bullous dominating abdominal region and body from the £300 second-hand recliner was achieved in minutes, and I hastened to the wet room. Although no toe-stubbing to delay me, I did knock the empty bottle of orange juice off of the side recliner.

WD 29.1.61 I got on the Throne just about in time. An uncomfortable and messy evacuation and Little Inchies fungal lesion needed cleaning up, the blood had leaked then dried; So you will appreciate this was not a painless or pleasant medicationalisationing and cleansing session. Very fermisht!

No call for me to complain, mind. Apart from Hippy Hilda, all the other ailments appeared to be resting. Haha!

5Fri002WD 29.1.61 I did notice a few of the EIBWBBB’s (Curculionoidea) Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles had put in an appearance. Most of them had been killed, presumably by my cough-creating spraying of the Bug Killer. Just one was alive and frisky, he/she got away. I decided that an EIBWBBB search and destroy mission was called for in all the other rooms, just like the last 186 days since the infestation began! Still, now that other tenants have got the same thing, something might get done to help? Although I believe my spending a fortune on the cans of spray and coughing my lungs up, has kept them down a little. He says not knowing what he’s talking about! Haha!

5Fri003Off into the kitchen, where I found around ten dead weevils, but no live ones at least.

The spare room had a decent selection of dead and live ones on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge again.

I found a couple of EIBWBBBs on the hallway carpet as well, much alive.

Washed the hands in antiseptic disinfectant and soap. Off to the kitchen. The Sphygmomanometer operated the first time for the Health Checks.

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5Fri004These first of the days’ readings looked to be all close to what they tell me is normal readings. Apart from the temperature.

Made a brew and guzzled the medications.

I got with finishing the Thursday Inchcock Today. My concentration this morning is pretty wretched, pathetic! But I got it completed eventually.

This idea suddenly came into my tortured brain, for a poem about the view from my kitchen window. Morning Thought in Ryme – and an R.I.P. to the hundreds of Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles (Curculionoidea) I’ve killed and hopes that one day I will be infestation free! I hate it when I get these brainwaves for an idea for a blog, but only like to say, when I get them while I’m in a confused state mentally. This meant I stopped what I was doing because I just had to get the post written! Humph! So, naturally it took me hours, four at least to get the ode done and sent off! Then, I’d forgotten and lost track of my brains thoughts of what I was doing beforehand! Klutz!

Funny rhyme and Weevil thoughts Bit of fun, a laugh and some bad poetry too!

On to Facebook TFZ site to catch up. Finished it at 1140hrs.

Made a brew of teas and dunked some Highland Shorties.

Not good concentration not there, but I got onto CorelDraw, as I was out of Inchcock Today header graphics and got some made up. But nowhere near enough of them. However, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun seemed to be an alliance of some sort and determined to stop 5Fri006my concentration by making it impossible for me to do any computer work. They won, with the help of Fatigue Frankie’s arrival; which forced me to abandon what I was doing, get something to eat and collapse.

WD 29.1.61 Did the Health Checks, with high results for Sys and Dia again!

5Fri34Got a meal made up.

A mixture of cold fodder on the plate. (Not up to cooking, and now Duodenal Donald is having a bash at me, Tsk!)

So tired and drained yet again, so early in the day too? I was a tad concerned at how I felt, and it is times like this that I appreciate having the Health Alarm Wristlet, just in case.

I ate about a third, if that, of the food, put the tray on the other chair, and turned on the TV.

I woke seven hours later! (Yes, seven hours [I must have needed it] sleep for me!) But I still felt so weary?

Poor old thing! Hahaha!

Inchcock – Mon 12 Nov 2018: Got some nattering and laughs in today. Pavement Cyclist almost had me over, and the fatigue came too early for my liking.

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Romance Blossoms! I love it!

Monday 12th November 2018

Basque: Astelehena, Azaroak 12, 2018

0025hrs: As I stirred into mock-life, I really did think I’d been asleep for just a few minutes and had woken with a start. Slowly the brain joined me, and I found that I had been sleeping for around four hours; but I still felt so tired, I decided to close my eyes, and determined to get back into the land of Nod. But the mornings agrypnotic summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, thus ending any hopes I had of getting a little more rest and recuperation.

The valedictory parting of the overly-avoirdupois stomached torso was relatively easy today. Off to the wet room, and onto the Throne. T’was a messy evacuation that needed a lot of cleaning up after. Tsk! During which, I only found one of the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the room. Aha, are they weakening, or plotting up another counter-attack plan?

1Mon001I decided to have a reconnoitre around for an assessment of the Weevil population this morning.

The results: Wet room; Just one live weevil.

The Spare room: Five carcases, one live one.

Kitchen: Two dead, and many tiny ones amongst them.

Front Room: Two live ones behind the curtains.

I still sprayed each room with the ‘Raid Bug Killer’, though.

WD0.60.0 Had a wee-wee, put the kettle on, and needed another wee-wee. Very short-sharp ones. The smaller ‘after being lasered’ bladder, might have an infection or something. I noticed yesterdays liquid release visits seemed to be getting more often and releasing less and less each time.

1Mon01Washed the hands with antiseptic disinfectant, and got the sphygmomanometer and thermometer to do the Health Checks.

Got the computer started and updated the Excel INR Heath Check results, to take with me tomorrow to Nurse Nichole at the anticoagulation blood test.

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Off for another short-sharp wee-wee. I’ll stop mentioning these, or wee-wees might fill the page. Hehehe!

I have to remember to fetch the Prescriptions from the chemist later on. I can call in Lidl at the same time and get some rolls and be sneered/tuttered at and insulted by their staff. Well, it seems to keep them happy!

I made a start on this blog up to here, then got the not so sad as usual Sunday diary updated. Then made a post about the Woodthorpe Grange Park Tropical House Visit. Three hours spent on them, but I do enjoy doing them.

Had a short-sharp-wee-w… Oh no, I’m not mentioning these am I. Hehe!

I got the things needed, the bag with the brolly and a spare bag for use after the Lidl visit, camera in the jacket pocket, etc. Correct spectacles on my head, hearing aids inserted, black waste bags to drop down the rubbish chute on the way out and then got the ablutions tended to. Little inchies Lesion had been bleeding a lot.

Shaved, showered and medicated in various regions of the baby-elephantine wobbly body, and set off out.

1Mon14aNot many folks about out there this morning, especially for a Monday. A few of the Willmott-Dixon lads, but not a single tenant to be seen anywhere.

I arrive in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Sanctions decision-taking office. 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.

Inside were just four male residents, who I greeted with cheery ‘Good morning all’; no responses heard. I tried to make a conversation, they all walked out. Hehehe!

I joined them later at the bus stop, where a ganglet of Winwood Heights prisoners… no, residents, (Haha!) had amassed to catch a bus to town or Arnold. Shiela and hubby, Angela and Roy with Welsh William (there is a possibility I might have got some of the names wrong, memory terrible and all that, Tsk!) sat next to me on the bus, and we had a laugh. I got the best laugh when I got up to get off at the bottom of Winchester Street. I was sat on one of the side-saddle seats, and as I grabbed a pole to help pull myself up, I said something like: “I will now give you a pole dancing 1Mon07cdisplay!” They could not help but laugh! I love it when I can create a bit of happiness and a laugh for folks!

Onto Mansfield Road and a hobble into Carrington. Which went very well, with little hassle from the ailments. 

Even Back-Pain Brenda, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were in a good mood with me. The plates-of-meat stung a bit, but no moaning from me this morning.

1Mon07aAs I limped along, this customary Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist shot by me from behind.

The git came close enough to me to cause me a moments nervousness.

It’s not as if there was any traffic on his side of the road that he had to be scared of, is it?

1Mon08Hobbling down the hill, near the car showrooms, I found a piece of Nottinghamian Street-Art with a difference on the pavement. An unopened pot of Tesco Egg and Spinach?

I plodded on down to the chemist, where I collected the bag of prescriptions from a lovely new young Asian lady, I got the idea she might have been a student, no idea why, but I did. Thanked her and handed a few nibbles for the staff.

1Mon07bMore shop units closed down. This one had moved into an Off-Licence and newspaper shop, further up the road.

Then into the Lidl store and had a ferret around. Trying to find some of the Italian cooked chestnuts, eventually finding out they had none in stock. I met Angela and Roy (fellow tenants) who were shopping as well. Had a chinwag for a minute. On to the self-serve check-outs. Where a new member of staff, signalled to me that till was free, and put my items through for me! The young man sounded Eastern European judging by his accent, nice lad. But I fear he will not last long at Lidl, with their phobia of having helpful staff! I came out with two bread rolls, a cheese twist, small potatoes, extra-strong cheddar 1Mon09cheese, tomatoes, a bottle of fresh orange juice and chestnut mushrooms. Thanked the lad, and out to the bus stop to get back into Sherwood. Which looked a little deserted to me?

WD0.60.0 I called in the Post Office shop and made a bit of a Whoopsiedangleplop. I bought another pot of mushrooms, somehow forgetting that I’d already bought one at Lidle! Klutz! The shop had some Scottish Shorties on sale, two for a pound – but only had one left on the shelf! So I bought a packet of Shortcake biscuits to get the offer. Which was really stupid, I thought afterwards)

Then I called into the store1Mon15. Where, I am sure I must have had a funny turn, dizzies or something. Because I came out with a large bag of TVP (Textured Vegetable Protein), nowadays called SPC (Soya Protein Chunks)! Why I needed or wanted these was beyond me, I must be losing it! Also, I’d bought some French Chestnuts in a small jar… and foolishly paid £3.50 for the privilege of buying them!

What a silly-old Plonker!

1Mon11I even confused myself by getting these chestnuts?

I paid up and got myself up to the bus stop, where I was happy to meet up with Angela and Roy again.

More chinwagging and laughter ensued.

Caught the bus back to the flats.

Angela and Roy went into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room Portacabin.

1Mon12I hobbled back to the apartment, taking this photographicalisation of some Willmott-Dixon workers in the centre Extra Care Unit compound. 

I can doctor this one later for a fun graphic.

I got in the building and didn’t see a soul on my 1Mon13way up to the flat. Where I had an urgently needed and slightly longer short-sharp wee-wee. Hehe!

I unpacked the purchases and tackled the long job of sorting out the medication prescriptions.

Did the midday Health Checks.

1Mon14Then got the fodder prepared, another salad style one. But very tasty, and I put too much out on the plate, so about a third of it wasn’t consumed. Fool!

I particularly enjoyed the mushrooms and turnip I’d cut and boiled with some balsamic vinegar.

I’m afraid I was overcome with fatigue a lot earlier today than usual.

I watched another of the DVD films, Claude Van Damme’s ‘The Shepherd”. Well, I say I watched it, I almost did! I kept nodding-off so often, I gave up before the ending of the film. Sad innit?

I remember thinking about getting the pots washed, and that was it… I succumbed to the weariness, and off into the land of Nod! Waking later, and doing the Health Checks I’d missed. Then off again… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Wed 7 Nov 2018: The Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles return with a surprise Counter Attack! Great visit from my old mate Trevor!

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The TFZ lads – impressive eh?

Wednesday 7th November 2018

Dutch: Woensdag 7 November 2018

WD 99.0.0 0010hrs: The hotchpotch of mind-hassling gallimaufries returned as I woke up. It would be easier and quicker to tell you the things I was not worried about, fearing or concerned over that invaded the grey-cells. Of course, as is usual when this happens to me, there were no solutions, decisions, clarifications or explications available to me. The rambunctious cogitabund; merely left me in a more nervous and confused state than ever! Tsk!

The wool-gathering, befuddled thoughts, faded. Eventually, my inadequately-powered brain settled back into its normal simplistic complaisant-mode (But not for long!), deciding it needed a mug of tea, the medications and to do the Health Checks.

The removal of my short-plump-midriff Falstaffian-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner proved to be of no bother. Hippy Hilda wasn’t too keen on getting moved, but Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Duodenal Donald, Haemorrhoid Harold and Back-Pain-Brenda were all in a good mood with me. Finally detached, I made my way to the WC for a wee-wee. (Fancy that, Hehe!)

WD 99.0.0 The Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles had 2017breturned with a cunning two-pronged surprise Counter Attack! An adult platoon of Weevils was scattered around the holes in the wet room sealant. Luckily I was still keeping a Sanmex Bug Killer spray in each room. A swift spray around, and then I noticed some more of the varmints behind the WC bowl…

WD 99.0.0 Where I also found a bottle of the mould cleaner had fallen and the cap had come off! Not that it bothered the Weevils at all. They were running around in the semi-dried brown liquid. I sprayed the area and decided to get down on my knees with some kitchen towelling to clean-up and pick-up the Weevils…

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WD 99.0.0 My getting back up on feet I think must have amused the scuttling away Weevils. (I thought I could hear laughter, Hehehe! Only joking) Amidst my pain prompted Oooh’s and Argh’s, I managed to slip back down as my hand moved of off the sink I was using as an aid to regain standing position… and I cracked the right knee on the floor! Oy Vey is mir!  Well, that little kerfuffle started off Back-Pain-Brenda, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis all at the same time!

I am not feeling in very good nick at this point. Humph!

I swore silently and got some Phorpain gel on the knee, well rubbed in. Made a mental note to take some extra painkillers with the medications. (I forgot to, though, Tsk!)

3Wed001aThen into the spare room on an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle hunt! Spray in hand!
WD 99.0.0 The damned things were out in there again!
Around the holes in the sealant on the new unwanted light and view-blocking window ledge edge. I sprayed around the area and room. Making myself cough now, it isn’t enough that I’m in agony with the back and knee, Oh, no… Sorry about that chunter, things are not going well this morning! Went to the kitchen and only found a few dead Weevils in there.

Washed the hands and carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

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3Wed01aWD 99.0.0 Further proof of my being, jinxed, voodooed, luckless and disaster-prone. The day after I emailed the Health Check readings to the surgery, the Sys, Dia and Pulse all come down!

The copiousness of Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas today, would try a Saint! Let alone a lonely overweight deaf old fart with so many ailments and a mental instability! Did I say that? I’m losing it! Hehe!

I got on with updating the Tuesday Inchcock Today and sent it off to WordPressing.

Back to the Wet room for a Porcelain Throne visit. The evacuation was fine and no blood loss. I couldn’t ee any more Weevils in the Throne Room. Feels odd, writing something positive… Huh! Depressed? Me?

Went on the WordPress Reader, then made a start on this blog.

Gathered the bird food in the bag, and got the ablutions sorted out.

The phone rang while I was in the shower. Luckily, I’d left the door ajar, or I wouldn’t have heard it. It was my old mate Trevor. He asked if it was alright to call early on me today, as he had just got into Nottingham on a visit. (Anytime is alright for me to see an old mucker like Trev!) I hastily got the ablutions finished. Trev rang when he’d got to the site, and I nipped down to greet him.

The next couple of hours or so was one of my happiest moments for years! The old banter returned as if we had never aged and not seen each other for years, it was great!

I enjoyed listening to his relating what he’d been up to. He is a Leo, so he’s a go-getter! Heard some good things were happening for him that cheered me up. Apart from his losing one of his beloved dogs. I haven’t had such a good chinwag for yonks!

I walked him down to his care, and I don’t mind saying, I got somewhat emotional as he pulled away.

WD 99.0.0 Walking back to the flats, I had many opportunities to take some Willmott-Dixon photos for the album. But I had not brought the camera down with me, Humph!

Too late now for me to take a hobble, so I decided to get the bus to Arnold, get some sourdough bread from Sainsbury’s and call for a chat and feed with the Mallards in the park. Got ready and out.

Mini-natter with some tenants at the bus stop. I was feeling cheery after Trev’s visit that perked me up. 

Off on the bus to Arnold, and into the Sainsbury store. Paid at their self-serve checkouts. I had help from one of the attending staff, of course, and she was not stroppy with me either! I came out with: Suet Sprinkles (for the Mallards), a small can of chickpeas, White Speciality Radishes, Yellow tomatoes and two sourdough cobs. Out towards the Arnot Hill Park.

WD 99.0.0 Oh dear, Duodenal Donald suddenly (As is his want) kicked off big time! This, worried me a bit. I decided to get back to the flat and take some Omeprazole sharpish. Luckily a bus was due in ten minutes, so I got to the bus stop. Huh, another chance for a Mallard visit scuppered!

I arrived back at the flats, alighting the bus when Duodenal Donald died-off as suddenly as he’s kicked-off earlier?

During the time I was out, I’d taken some photographs, of the changing sky.

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I walked with Angela and Roy back to the flats. We had gossip and laugh along the way.

Up to the apartment, a wee-wee, wash, got the Health Checks done.

Duodenal Donald had eased off entirely now! I wondered if it was something else that had caused the earlier abrupt pains? But they felt just like Donald’s to me?

3Wed08Got the nosh prepared. A cold one, an imitation salad of sorts.

The white slices are the ‘Specialist’ (it didn’t say anything on the bag about why they were ‘Special’) radishes. Gentle and mild they tasted, too. Gherkins, a sliced an apple, tomatoes including a couple of the yellow ones, which ate excellent to me. Some chip sticks and one of the sourdough cobs.

I had a thought about those Sainsbury instore baked sourdough cobs… I could have donated them to the Nottingham Castle Association, then they could have used them as cannonballs in one of their Commemorative Displays. Hehehe!

3Wed09Did the washing up, as the sky darkened suddenly, and the rain poured down later on.

Last Health Checks carried out, and I settled down to watch some Hetty Wainthrope Investigates on the DVD.

I stayed awake and watched the first episode all the way through! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Hehe!

The light through the multi-glass panes needing cleaning, unwanted light and view-blocking new window, seemed to get much lighter. I investigated, not immediately mind. Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner took me a while.

3Wed10I took the opportunity, to make an upward photo of the bottom of the hoist above.

Took the medications I’d forgot to take earlier while I was in the kitchen.

I recall getting settled back into the recliner and starting to watch the second episode of the Hetty Wainthrope DVD… I must have floated off into the land of bliss straight away.

 

Tuesday 6th November 2018: Mini-hobble, INR Warfarin Blood Test, Mystery Boots update!

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TFZer Julie with her fans? Hehe!

Tuesday 6th November 2018

Irish: Dé Máirt 6 Samhain 2018

2Tue040000hrs: I stirred this morning to find a distinct lack of confusion in my mind; I seemed concentrated much more than usual, the main theme going thought the grey-cells was the INR blood test being at 0750hrs! And, I must not forget this and get carried away doing anything else.

Of course, spotting the scribbled note, I’d left on the TV screen, helped. Hehe!

Detaching the body with the colossal midriff, was not easy, but I’ve had the job worse before. No ailments are playing up you see. Amazing, I know! Off for a wee-wee.

To the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

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Every reading was still too high, but lower than of late. Does that make sense?

Off for another wee-wee… I’ll stop mentioning this now, take it as I had to go for one often throughout the day. Tsk!

2Tue03Confidently, I set off on an evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. There were just three dead infant ones in the wet room. The kitchen produced only two dead infant bodies. The spare room, well, I can only blame myself for leaving a carrier bag on the floor with some crumbs in it. The carcasses looked old, though.

I still sprayed the bug killer around!

I set about sorting the updating and finishing off of the Monday blog. This took me around four hours, due to the inordinately large amount of photographs I took yesterday around town.

2Tue05Started on this post. Then off to get the ablutions done. Too early to take the bags to the chute. Made sure I had the paperwork and nibbles for the medical staff, and off down and out onto Chestnut Way.

Took this photograph of Winchester Court in the midst of the mist. Haha!

3Wed10 I got into to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. A few folks in there, one spoke to me, and I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the block and up to the apartment and got them in the earholes. Back down again. What a Meshugener, I am. I’m getting a mite fed-up with myself! Haha!

The chinwags were hard to come by this morning. I got the sense that my beloved neighbours were a little uptight? Doreen, Lynne and the Sturmscharführeress Wardens were okay, though. Said my farewells and off on the mini-hobble into Carrington. This is the route taken.

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P1030849On Winchester Street, I got an update on the Mystery Boots. They were a different position yet again. Hehe!

3Wed10 At this point, Hippy Hilda and Back-Pain Brenda both started giving me some gyp. A little early in the journey for my liking, but, there you go. I put on a brave face and continued on my way. 2Tue15b Sorry. I struggled on getting gloomier by the minute if you must know. Hehehe!

P1030850The next piece of Nottinghamian Street Art was in the Sherwood Vale, bus shelter.

Another Shaking Shaun affected photographicalisation I fear. The food and bottles, with the cigarette packet and nub-ends, really ought to go in the Tate gallery. The arranged chips under the seats, gave this Nottinghamian Street Art piece, a rounded appearance. What am I talking about!

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I took a snap of the corner bend on Winchester Street Hill. I think you can tell by the quality of the picture, that Shaking Shaun had joined in with Back-Pain-Brenda and Hippy Hilda in annoying me. Oy Vay! Still, overall the ailments were bearable at that moment, and I had no real bad

P1030852Down towards the main road, I came across some Nottinghamian Street Art provided for us by nature.

I looked closely as I passed these leaves, and there was what looked like a broken beer bottle underneath. I kicked it to the corner of the wall, in case someone caught themselves on it with their feet.

P1030853Onto Mansfield Road and up the hill towards Carrington.

I took this photo for Sister Jane and hubby Pete to see. They used to live in a flat in this house some years ago. About 1896 if I remember rightly. Hahaha!

The passageway led to a shed, where Pete kept his scooter and motorbike?

P1030854Up over the hill and down into Carrington, I saw this plant growing over some wooden fencing. I took the picture because it reminded me of Christmas.

Back-Pain-Brenda eased off going down the hill, Shaking Shaun was coming in short burst occasionally, usually when I was taking a photo. Tsk!

P1030855I felt a bit sorry for the motorists in the traffic queue trying to get into town at the Carrington lights.

I arrived at the surgery around 0720hrs, so I was in plenty of time.

I booked myself in and got the crossword book out. I was over the moon when it was Nurse Nichole who called me later.

Also, I remembered to mention a few of my concerns healthwise to her. She asked me to Email the Health Checks results to her for last and this week. We had a natter and a laugh, a good one too, cause the blood did not want to stop flowing today.

All done and sorted, I left some nibbles and departed. It was too early to use my bus pass and too early to go to the chemist for my prescriptions as well. Humph!

I called in the Lidl store and came out with milk, tomatoes, cooked chestnuts, Assam tea bags and some nibbles for the social hour box.

P1030857On my way walking back into Sherwood, I had not gone more than 100yds and was taking a photo of another failed business in the row of Carrington shops, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist rode into my vision.

A young lad, hoodie over his face and on a decent looking bike, condition-wise. I could not help but think to myself “I wonder if he stole that?” He had the appearance of a Zombie, with dark black eyes. Needless to say, I said nothing to him.

P1030858A few hundred yards further along Mansfield Road and another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came at me at high speed.

I turned around and had to use the zoom on the camera to take this shot of him tearing along the footpath.

Naughty boy!

P1030859I kid you not, but a little further on near Church Drive another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by me from behind, allowing only a foot or so between his bike and me as he did so.

The Swine!

P1030860It got worse, then! Yet another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was free-wheeling it down the hill towards me!

Of course, I wasn’t worried (Lie mode Adopted) as she gave me less room than the earlier one did!

P1030861Then, I’d still got the camera in my hand, a young girl appeared from around the chap in the photo, making him jump.

She must have been hidden behind him in the previous picture.

At least she had lights and bell on her handlebars. Not that she was using the ringer, though to warn folks.

What a little flurry of Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist! Hehehe!

P1030862Back-Pain-Brenda was a lot easier, Shaking Shaun was coming less often now, but Hippy Hilda (I forgot to mention her to Nurse Nichole, Huh!) was a little persistent!

The traffic to the City was not getting less dense.

Believe it or not, but Anne Gyna didn’t visit once… yet anyway.

P1030863The traffic jam in the town lane started to lengthen even further along, backed up over the hill.

I heard a horn being sounded and looked in the direction I thought it came from, but see no reason for the hooter to be sounded.

Maybe someone just got frustrated, or even saw someone they knew? But it didn’t sound like happy-horn-papping to me. Just think, somebody buys, say a VW Golf. (I looked up this price before making up the diary) At A starting MSRP of $20,910, oh, I’ll convert that to pounds… £16000.12 (Blimey are they that much nowadays, must be) and has to sit in a line for Gawn knows how long to get to work to earn enough to pay for the car! I bet its the same all over the place, though.

P1030864I got into Sherwood and started on the climb up Winchester Street Hill.

Surprisingly, Anne Gyna kept off, not bothering me in the least. This was actually worrying, welcome yes! But a little concernment about why. I wish that Hippy Hilda would do the same! Never happy am I? Huh!

5Fri11As I got to the last steep part of the hill, I noticed that the Nottinghamian Street Art from 3rd November, ‘The Meat Pie Carrier bag’ display Haha! Was still on show, a few yards further down the hill than the one (on the left) from last Saturday.

It had been retouched a little.

P1030865Todays updated artwork, (photograph on the right) had the now topless pies all upside down and out of the bag.

The last hundred yards was completed with a struggle. I got towards Chestnut Way, and the need for a wee-wee started to get more urgent.

P1030866I could have done without the vans and cars parking up on the pavement again! I struggled to get through with the bag. But, I can understand the driver’s problems. If they park correctly on the road, then the bus cannot get through? Hey-ho!

I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, to make use of the WC – but it was engaged. HAd a short natter with some of the residents in there waiting for the first bus.

Out and made my way quick as I could to the WC in the flat. As I limped along, I met Cyndy and Mary coming the other way. A little natter and laugh with them. Into the foyer and saw Olive in the laundry room, but dare not stop to talk to her, so need for the wee-wee now more significant than ever, I’m afraid. I waved to her and shot to the lift. It seemed to move very slowly. Hehehe! Got in, dropped everything and shot to the porcelain room.

Ahh, how satisfying to find I made it in time!

I had a wash, then put the purchases away. Did the Health Checks.

Got the computer on, and sent the INR Warfarin Anticoagulation and Health check-list for last week with this weeks to date, off to Nurse Nichole.

Made a start on updating this blog.

Brother in Law Pete sent a photo to go in today’s Inchcock. Here it is!

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P1030867I went to make a mug of tea, and had a look down from the unwanted needing more cleaning, light & view-blocking kitchen window, that I been given no keys for the locking safety mechanism, and only two for the four actual locks, and noticed these two birds in the lower field. Took this zoomed-in shot of them.

Then I went on Facebook to add the photographs to the albums.

2useGot the nosh prepared and served up.

Those chicken mini-sausages had garlic in them, but I enjoyed them all the same. Flavour Rating of 7.9/10 given.

Got the pots washed, did the lat Health Checks and medication taking.

Picked out some TV programmes to watch. Roughly here is what of them, I managed to stay awake to watch. Law & Order. 15 minutes of 2 hours. Heartbeat 10 minutes of 1 hour and a War Documentary 2 minutes of 1 hour. Hehe! Humph!

Inchcock – Sun 4 Nov 2018: Spoke to someone, Gaynor, Walk in the Park and the Mystery Boot tale continues!

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TFZer lovely Mary being ogled by Inchcock! Tsk!

Sunday 4th November 2018

Icelandic: Sunnudagur 4 Nóvember 2018

2250hrs: Having been up since around 2100hrs, by the noise and lights from the Firework freaks, I took photographs, made a brew and got on with updating the Tuesday post. My being unable to get back to sleep. Humph!

Finished the diary off and got it posted to WordPress. Had another wee-wee and then did the Health Checks, early I know, even for me, but I was all out of sync after the rude awakening.

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Went on Facebook. Made a start on this blog, but…

WD74.1.1 I nodded off in the computer swivel chair! Klutz! I found it mind-bogglingly miraculous how I didn’t topple out of the seat! Mind you, it was a close call when I sprang awake, but somehow, I evaded leaving company with the swivel chair. So I saved everything on the computer and made my way (all two steps, hehe!), to the £300 second-hand sometimes sticking recliner, lay down, eased it back and was off again into the land of Nod in seconds.

I woke up, around three hours later. The £300 second-hand recliner mechanism was not in the mood for working. The mind was not as confused as normally it would be, but a vague yonderlyness was definitely lurking in the grey-cell department, as I struggled to remove my oleogustus torso out off the recliner and gain a perpendicularish position. I could still feel some pain from yesterdays operosely painful corn and toe-stubbing. Tsk!

The usual convoluted, addled mish-mash of fears, fretting, dithering, distant and agitated thoughts, did not get through to me this morning. I was so pleased at first. Then, inexplicably I felt a little sad at being cheated out of my regular session of getting uptight, in a stew, in a mental-pickle, and all of a dither? What a disoriented old Nebbish I am!

0700hrs: Into the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications.

Made up the Thoughts of Inchcock post. Used this as a header.

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Got around to doing the ablutions later. I want to see if I am up to having a hobble in the park, maybe even go to see the Mystery Boots to fins out if they have disappeared yet. Hehehe!

Back in a bit.

All cleaned and freshened. I got the things needed, including Gaynor’s Birthday present to drop off on the way out, two black bags for the waste chute, a jar for the recycling-glass bin and a white recycling bag for the caretaker’s doorway.

To the chute and then up to Gaynor’s flat with her birthday pressie. It was getting late, and Back-Pain-Brenda wasn’t half giving some gip now. Gaynor invited me in, and we had a nice pleasant chinwag, and I ogled her a bit. Hehehe! Lovely gal. Said my farewells and down and out with the white bag and jar depositing them in the appropriate places.

7Sun15Firstly, a hobbled to have a look at the  Mystery Boots situation.

They had been moved, and the laces were back in the boots? Mmm?

I walked back up Winchester Street and down along Chestnut Walk.

Taking a photographicalisation of a sign 7Sun16informing people that there was a Fire Assembly Point behind the metal fences cutting off the area that used to be grassed, but was now… well, I’m not sure.

I hope there is not a fire, cause the Assembly Point will take some getting to. Haha!

I plodded slowly and in pain with Back-Pain-7Sun18Brenda, and took a picture of Woodthorpe Court.

No sunshine today, in fact, I thought I felt a spot or two of rain in the air.

I cut through the back end of the flats onto the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Plenty of dogs taking their owners for a walk.

I concentrated on the trees for my photography session today. I didn’t walk far though, cause Hippy Hilda seemed to be coming on in support of Brenda!

Here are the best efforts.

 

 

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Talk about good luck, just as I entered the foyer doors, the rain began to come down.

Did the Health Checks first thing.

Got the beef, peas, sugar-snaps and tomato passata in the saucepan and updated this blog.

1Mon01Served up the nosh.

Mashed potatoes, peas and beef in tomato passata, with sugar snap peas. Lemon mousse and an apple.

A flavour rating of 7.5/10.

Got the noshing paraphernalia in the bowl to soak.

Off into the land of Nod as the first set of commercials came on the TV.