Inchcockski. Tuesday 20th August 2019: All good at the Hospital check-up. Yee-ha!

2019 Aug 20

Tuesday 20th August 2019

1Mon07

01:24hrs. I woke, all calmly, and took a look around for any signs of nocturnal nibbling. I’m glad to report that none were found.  Semi-Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I dismounted the £300, second-hand, not-working-at-the-moment,  grimy, beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner. The first thing was a wee-wee, it was another LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) wee-wee. I took the bucket, a lot fuller this morning, with me to the kitchen and got it cleaned and sanitised.

As I went into the kitchen, I took a photo, and then again with the flash on of roughly the same area. What a difference. With the flash on, you can see the unwanted new light & view-windows, and the foam put in a year ago in the air vent by the Nottingham City Homes bloke. That spewed out after he had gone and dribbled down on the electricity socket. I mentioned it, but no one was interested. It’s too solid to get off. So, there it remains.

2Tue02

2Tue01The hanging to dry hand-washed jacket was still dripping water. So, I put it in the wet room and left the heater on for a while. Cunning, eh?

I remembered that there is no need for the 07:30hrs visit to the surgery, and this will free up some time to get the Monday blog finished and sent off. Then I pondered on how I should get to the hospital for the Stroke Unit visit. I could walk it, that would be best, getting in some exercise? It’ll take about an hour and a quarter. Or, get on a 40 bus on Winchester Street, and that will drop me off at the City Hospital. Else, an L9 would take me to the other end of the hospital?

2Tue04No, I’ll walk it. I examined the paperwork to double-check the time and things I have to take with me.

If I leave here by 09.40hrs, it should give me time for the hobble and to find where the place I need to be is. I hope!

2Tue06From the picture I took of the hospital, it looks closer than it actually is. Of course, this an as-the-crow-flies thing. In reality, the roads to it take a roundabout route.

Still, I’m looking forward to a mini-hobble.

I got the medications taken and made a brew. Then got the computer going to update and finish the Monday diary. But…

Vir 0.50.0

The regular fiasco, the Mr (Sod-the-Customers) Fries routine. Turned everything off, tried a restart, to no avail. So everything closed down and rebooted. Huh, failed again. The Liberty-Global bully-boy’s crap router turned off and unplugged. Waited, and restarted it, and hoped for the best, fingers crossed. It came back on, oh, the joy! And pissed-offedness!

I’d had an email, from the surgery from last night. Giving me the new dosages for the INR Warfarin results. The didn’t mention what the level was, but they usually don’t anyway. Why they did not inform me of the change and me no longer having to go into the surgery for it, is beyond me. It made me realise just how kind the CIDP in the leg has been lately. Even the nurse noticed yesterday and said how much better I was moving. I’m taking advantage of this break, and definitely walking to the City Hospital later on now. Why the leg, usually so regular with it’s Neuropathic Schuhplattler (The neuropathic medicine drop kettle dance) routines, was not giving me any? The hands, fingers and shoulder are trying to make up for it, though. Hahaha!

I pressed on with the Monday blog, getting it done after many annoying shoulder-shudders, and the fingers electric-shock imitations tried their best to annoy me. But I got there! Satiety-Status-Adopted!

Made a beginning to this blog, but time-limited my performance, and the ablutions had to be tended to. All went well, no cuts at all shaving! Only two dropsies, the razor and the shower-head. I gathered all the things needed, took the bags to the chute on the way out, and walked through the new passageway into Winwood Court. The exit swipe to the new sitting-outside space was still not working. I mentioned it to Rob, the caretaker.

As I got to the lobby door, I handed some nibbles out in the Warden’s holding-cells. And then;

WD 0.40.0. I’d forgotten to take the paperwork for the hospital. Oy Vey! Back to the flat to collect them.

So, with the paperwork this time, the three-wheeler-walker, in high spirits despite the Whoopsiedangleplop, I set off on a mini-hobble to the City Stroke Unit. The weather was grand, the with hopes high as I followed my prearranged route. Well, I started to, but holes in the ground and roadworks forced minor altercations en route.

2Tue07

2Tue08Down and out of the flats, and tackled the steep gravel hill opposite the apartments, that lead up to the Woodthorpe Grange Park.

A challenging climb today. But this was the only part of the journey that was any bother.

Apart from getting a little lost at the Nottingham City Hospital. So much had been changed building wise, and what I thought would be reference points on my way to the N5 corridor, proved to have been demolished or rebuilt without access. Ah, well!

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I hobbled happily along Magnus Road, Edwards Lane, crossing at the pelican-lights on Valley Road Ring Road and walking back to Edwards Lane to continue my journey.

WD 0.40.0. The difficulties in getting by the roadworks added a lot of time to my journey. But, onwards I pressed, still singing away to myself in the sunshine.

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I got to the gate, and in passing the flat car park. I couldn’t see any free spaces.

 

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But at this stage, the grey-cells brought forth City Hospital memories, so many of them, and I pondered over them for ages. The building that was at that time used to handle the post-mortem examinations of patients.

  • Where I went for a job as Trainee, in preparing the bodies for family visits. I was very young and raw, but remember my not understanding some of the questions they put to me. After this, if I went for a job, I tried to find out as much as possible of the business before I applied anywhere. Amazing how such long-gone events come back to you?
  • The building where the did the X-rays and found Duodenal Donald after giving me a barium meal – and forgetting to hand me any chrystals, resulting in two-and-a-half hours on the Throne in agony! That had gone, now part of the Out-Patients new clinics, where I was today!
  • Later I passed the Trent Cardiac Centre, who did the heart operation and memories of the Acute Cardiac Recovery room. Where the Morris ward threw me out with an hours warning, at 05:00hrs in the mornings, and I had to call brother-in-law Pete to collect me. NO Ambulances!
  • Later I tried to find the Newell Stroke Unit ward, to thank and give the staff a treat I had taken with me. But, no! Every person I asked, didn’t know how to get to it?

WD 0.40.0. The mind-wandering stopped when I realised the buildings that were there last time I went in this gate, had gone! The entrance to the North Corridor, was now a  new building altogether, Supplies or something. The way through was so different, with winding narrow roads and areas without footpaths at all! Eventually, I arrived at the halfway and new entrance to the North Corridor. I had to take a long circuitous hobble around a pathway to get the six feet to the doorway, as the six feet were all steep steps!

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Finding the Out-patients., was easy enough after the reception, bloke explained it to me. All the way to the end of the centre North passage and I’d find it. On the way, I recognised a corridor, like the one I came out of when calling at the Newell Ward. I tried to locate it, but no luck. It seemed to be a secret.

I returned to the North corridor and soon arrived at the Out-Patients, and asked for Clinic Two. I got there, it was very cramped and narrow. I got sat down as the nurse had indicated I should. She then came for the paperwork. Within a couple of minutes, I was moved down a corridor outside the Doctor S K Raghumathan’s office. I had plenty of time for a go at the crossword book. Not with much success!

I recognised the Doctor’s face straight away as he came out to call me in. Only in there for about 30 minutes. All very low-key stuff, sort of going through the motions. He said he was happy with how things were going, and off I went.

Leaving by the entrance that I’d entered through on the way in. Because I spotted a bus stop as I was going there earlier. Amazingly, a number 40 bus was due to arrive in four-minutes! Good timing, indeed!

3Wed01NWD 0.40.0. I was whisked home, well nearly, I got off on Winchester Street, and walked up to the Winwood Heights complex. That damned seemingly abandoned Mercedes van was still parked there on the pavement! So I had to walk in the road again to get by it. I must try to remember to mention this when I see a policeman… Hahaha!

Whatever am I saying, ‘Me, see a Policeman?’ Hehehe!

As I turned onto Chestnut Way, it looked a sad, lonely place, just one lady with her young one in a pushchair in sight.

The arriving L9 bus passed me on my way back to the flats.

A few of the Winwood Heights resident dismounted, but unfortunately, the ywere long gone by the time I reached them in search of a chinwagging session. I do love a good laugh and natter! And I was in the mood for one! Never mind.

Here’s a snapshot I took of the temporary Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generalfeldmarschallesses Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting hut. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, once stood! Somehow, after two years or so of seeing it when going out on the bus or a hobble, this is a sad sight. Silly soft-old-fool!

2Tue20I had an amazingly long MESWW (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling) wee-wee. Surprising, when you consider how thin and water-retention free the legs are at the moment? Puzzled-Mode-Adopted!

Took the afternoon medications, and set about making a quick, cold, easily prepared meal. Tomatoe (salted) and sliced cooked turkey on milk-loaf sarnies, cheese sticks, a marmite cheese disc, beetroots, Poppit salt & vinegar crisps, and some yoghourt flavoured rice cakes. Which (The rice cakes) were a different brand, Kallø, that I got from Asda and cost less than the Lidl ones. I’m not in the least bit surprised, they were hard and tasteless! Eurgh! I wouldn’t even put them in as a raffle prize for anyone! But, I ate all the rest of it. A taste rating, not including the crap rice-cakes, was 7/10.

2Tue21As I went to get the washing-up done, it seemed someone was having a fire in the distance. Intentional or accidental. I don’t know. There was nothing on te news, so it might have been a garden fire, perhaps.

I got the hand-washing done and hanging to dry.

2Tue22Got settled in the ancient recliner, and watched some ‘Heartbeat’ episodes on the goggle-box. Needless to say I nodded off. And woke feeling thirsty like crazy. So I went to replenish the bottle of spring water.

I took a decentish photograph of the wonderful looking sky.

I recall having a right dizzy-spell when returning to the front room. All else, memory-wise has gone off into the ether?

Inchcock – Tue 22 Jan 2019: Someone forgot about their Clinic Appointment today. I wonder who? Klutz! Interesting chinwag day though!

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jan22 2019

Tuesday 22nd January 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 22 Ionawr 2019

01:25hrs. I stirred in need of a wee-wee. Not urgently though, for once. I escaped the warm, comforting clutches of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and without much hassle, I ambled into the wet room and discovered the wee-wee classification had now returned to the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) mode. The mind had not fully engaged yet.

WD0.51.102 As I was shutting the door as I left the wet room, I had to reenter swiftly, with the Porcelain Throne duties demanding attention! Sat there, the brain kicked into2tue05 action. I remembered I now had hot water again, and a light in the kitchen. Thanks to the kind intervention of Obersturmführeress Housing Patch Manager and East Midland Come Dancing Champion, Angela (26). ♥

As I left the room again, I spotted just one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) alive and kicking on the shower drain cover. As I approached with menace to get him or her, it shot down the drain.

It didn’t bother like it usually would, as I was in mixed but generally high spirits. Due to the much-appreciated help, I had was given in solving the water and light issues. The mind wandered again: The late appointment given me for today’s blood test appointment took the edge off of things a little though. I have to get bread, tomatoes, cheese, and some bleach somehow today. The Clinic I can get to anytime after 1400hrs. The dentist demand to be paid what I’d already paid rangled. My minds abstemiousness was being tested with these fears, worries, and challenges milling about in the brain.

WD0.51.102 Luckily, I was shaken out of this tempestuous mental turmoil, when I stubbed my toe on entering the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. Tsk!

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2tue04The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. But it produced some results that fretted me a bit!

The SYS and DIA were both higher. And as for the pulse… that was 103! Mmm?

Still, I found it pleasant to do the checks with the rooms light one. I got the medications taken.

WD0.51.102 I had to grab the grey tub quickly for another SSPWW. I’m sure it fizzled and bubbled as it hit the bucket. Now, this did frighten me at first. Then I realised I might have left some drops of antiseptic disinfectant and bleach at the bottom when I cleaned the tub. Phew! I saw the funny side of this, and may have laughed out loud! Hehehe!

I got on with the updating and finalisationing of the Monday Diary. Which took me far longer than I thought it would.

Made a start on this blog. Many errors were needing repeated correcting. Humph!

Got the kettle on to make a brew. A lot easier now I can see things in the kitchen. Haha!

I got the bag ready for the surgery and clinic with the nibbles collected and bagged. Then added some things to the Morrison order for Thursday (Porridge, cheese, and bleach)

2tue08Then went to make a pot of porridge for brekkers.

Oh, I am a milksop! Change my mind and had cornflakes instead.

I waited until 08:00hrs, then I could use the shower without disturbing anyone, and had a jolly-good, long enjoyable ablutionisationing session.

The legs remain abnormal. Haha! The difference in shape and fluid content remains a further oddity. The spider-veins, papsules, pimples, spots, bruises, pot-marks, 2tue07and unaccountable mystery scars seem to have changed, appeared or disappeared of their own accord, again!

WD0.51.102 Looking at this picture of the pins, reminded me of what a good idea of mine it was in response to advice given me by the Age UK advisor, to pay a professional decorator to paint the flat when I moved in. Humph! (See door frame bottom!)

2tue09WD0.51.102 When I got out of the shower, I found two EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) apparently swimming in the sink that contained the soaking in antiseptic disinfectant, facecloths? I had hoped that allowed entry by Willmott Dixon when they installed the new windows, weevils, had emigrated or hibernated for the winter, but no! Humph! Perhaps, with me having hot water for a few days, they thought they’d take advantage and have a bath? Hahaha!

2tue10I had a wee-wee, then gathered all the needs of the day into the bag and had a small mug of tea.

Which, is when I spotted the fantastic skyline outside. As the sun broke through from behind the flats, it clashed with the gloomy dark mist to produce this view. I can’t think of the word I need to describe it, surreal perhaps? No?

I took the four black bags of waste to the rubbish chute and got the sizeable white recycling bag fastened, and took it down with me on the way out.

WD0.51.102 Got to the lift door, then returned to the apartment to collect the hearing aids and swapped the reading for the right glasses. What a Nebech!

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and greeted Brigadeführeress Warden Julie. We spoke of recent events. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.

Said our farewells of a sort, and I departed. A few residents in the distance were on their way to the bus stop.

WD0.51.102 As I meandered down Winchester Street Hill, the mind began to adopt its Negaholism-Mode. So strong were these depressive thoughts, I had got to the bottom of the hill and onto Mansfield Road, almost without realising it. Shame!

2tue10aI crossed over the road, spotting this sad sign of Nottingham’s future, and took a picture of it. Another closed-down Nottinghamian business up for lease! The bleak, wet roads, lack of shoppers and the sun beginning to shine, but it brought no hope with it… Sorry about that, got carried away. There must have been some traces of the minds moment of negaholism left-over. Hehe!

I hobbled up to the Post Office shop and got some sliced Polish bread, and two for a pound Scottish Highland Shorties. Paid the chap and out. Crossed back over the road, and down to the Continental store to see if they had any of the lemon croissants or chicken bacon in stock. They had neither, so back out to continue my slog to the surgery.

WD0.51.102 As I left t2tue11he store, this ‘Herbert’ of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he came across the pedestrian crossing at speed and rode up the pavement.

By the time I got the camera ready, he was swinging his legs off of the bike, before he went into a door on the right between the shops. I recall thinking: “Wouldn’t be nice if he lost his balance at this point while there was nobody 2tue12cnear for his to fall on, and hit the lampost in front of him!” It was just another failed hope, like.

I legged it in the nippy weather up the hill, over and down into Carrington and worked out I had plenty of time before the late appointment blood test, to carry on to the Lidle store and shop.

2tue11aWD0.51.102 As I neared the Lidl, another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came close to clouting me. I called out at this one, but apparently, it made no difference as the antisocial-scumbag, inconsiderate, selfish, arrogant, uncaring, blasé, callous, bullying, intimidating, git of a podle just carried on weaving between pedestrians at speed.

Into the shop, and I got a little carried away with the shopping. I arrived at the Self-Serve checkout with Lemon Swiss Roll (Treat for Nurse Nichole), Cooked Meat trimmings, Maple Cured Bacon, tomatoes, lemon cheesecake pots, Turkey weiners and Porridge pots. I got the things through without any hassle or need for the overseers to assist me, scowl at me or get annoyed! She still gave me a first-class scowl of contemptibility though! The bags were now heavier, and I blamed the doctor’s receptionist whoever it was, that gave me such a late appointment. Huh!

2tue12aWD0.51.102 As I left the store to walk back up to the surgery – another damned Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but ran into me. I had to do the moving out of the way, she didn’t even attempt to change direction to avoid me at all. Until she came to a stop and locked her electric bike up near a shop! And walked into the store with a blank sort of vacant expression on her face. A good job she missed the most attractive and desirable looking mobile-using pedestrian lady!

Thinking about, the bike looked brand new, perhaps she had not got used to riding yet? Like with the mobility scooters, electric bikes: there are no laws to have any training, insurance, registration or testing before the riders set about scaring the hell out of the elderly, disabled, hard of hearing, sight challenged or disabled with sticks pedestrians.

Perhaps, The Rt Hon Matt Hancock MP, Secretary of State for Health and Social Care who graduated from Oxford University with a 1st in Philosophy, Politics and Economics, having studied at Exeter College, Oxford. He went on to earn an MPhil in Economics at the University of Cambridge, where he studied at Christ’s College, Cambridge, may like to make a note of this?

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Or he may be too busy to bother?  He has a lot on his plate at the moment: 

  • His love of horse-racing takes up a lot of his time. A fiddle-filled wanting something for nothing addicted sport, that should have prepared him perfectly for Politics!
  • His determination to hold a second Brexit Referendum.
  • Once, he chartered a private jet on the way back from a climate change summit as energy minister, as well as accepting money from climate change sceptics.
  • He’s mentioned the ‘NHS’ or ‘National Health Service’ in the Commons on average once a year during his time in Parliament.
  • His saying that the Government was planning a further £1bn worth of cuts to the health service next year!
  • He’s been accused of breaking the ministerial code after appearing to endorse his own smartphone app.
  • When Business Minister, he was made to repay £1,674 after being found to have misused House of Commons facilities.
  • He also retweeted a poem that suggested the Labour Party was full of ‘queers’, which he claimed was a “total accident”.
  • But lets give him credit, he is not yet as repugnant as the supercilious, overbearing, pompous, condescending, gut-wrenchingly nauseating Rt Hon Jeremy Richard Streynsham Hunt who he replaced as Health Minister, and has remarkably been made Foreign Secretary instead of being put out of Government, only because of the things he knows about other MPs and Ministers! Gott strewth, poor Theresa May is trying to Govern the country and sort out Brexit with morons like these, supposedly at her side. Poor gal!

Just a few thoughts, you know! Whenever our well-practised gormandizing, quomodocunquizing clusterfists and rapacious varlets known fondly to us proletariats as Right Honourable expense fiddling MP’s come to mind.

2tue12bI got to the surgery and logged in. The lady receptionist said in response to my bemoaning the late appointment time and telling her of the problems this causes me: “That was “?” who made your appointment, I thought at the time how late it was for you!” Ah-well! Got the crossword book out, but my befuddled brain was not really up to getting many answers solved.

Nurse Nichole arrived to fetch me into her treatment room. I could tell at first sight of her pretty smiling face, she was in a much more relaxed mood today. We had a hilariously entertaining (to me, anyway!) nattering session, aided by the bleeding really reluctant to stop after the blood taking. Much chinwagging and laughter ensued. It was almost like a happy ten-minute unbeatable holiday for m2tue12de! Gave her some nibbles, and thanked her. She told me to take off the wadding on the wound later than usual. Her word is my command (I left doing this until the morning, but mainly because I fell asleep so unbelievably early). Dropped off some nibbles for the reception team an off out.

I caught a bus back into Sherwood. Walked up the road and into the Wilko store. Plenty of time before the L9 bus back up the hill was due, So had a walk around nosing.

1mon32I bought a pot of fragrance boost and a new China type mug. It was £2, but I thought worth it because I had found how good the tea tastes from the similar little mug I got for 50p from the charity shop months ago.

I paid the lady and had a look around the next two charity shops, not buying anything.

Then to the Co-op and bought some Cox’s apples.

To the bus stop, where I met Mo and Frank, and we had a really good natter and laugh waiting for the bus. Back at the flats, we alighted, and Frank shot off at an impressive rate of knots. The wee-wee needs, Mo and I thought, Hehe!

More gossiping as Mo and I limped to the flats. Mo had a sit down when we got in to catch her breath, I stayed with her a while, more blathering enjoyed.

2tue12eUp and into the flat. Had an SSPWW, did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder away and made up some Polish bread sandwiches and some tomatoes, gherkins apple slices and mushroom added.

Made a brew in the new China-type mug, it tasted delicious! So pleased I have another one now, just in case I break the old one. Hehehe!

I enjoyed the salad. That Polish bread is so palatble, and with the extra salt in it, I didn’t need to use any on the tomatoes.

WD0.51.102 While eating and enjoying this nosh… I remembered that I had not visited the clinic! The emotions of nemesism, self-loathing, embarrasment, penitentiary thoughts, self-condemnation and disgrace came over me. I put the plate and tray on the side of the Ottoman, and stewed in my own disgust!

Evntually I turned on the TV, and drifted off to sleep before the TV had come on!

4Thu001aI woke with one heck of a start an hour or so later!

I had a wander around to see if I could identify the cause of me rude awakening but without any luck.

For some reason, I noticed that the temperature on the Nottingham City Homes gadget were both out of the green zones. But I still haven’t worked out if this is good or bad. My being uncultured, untaught, unschooled, untutored, untrained, unread, unscholarly, uninformed, uneducated, uncouth, unsophisticated, and an unaccomplished, unconfident philistine might be the reason. Nowadays, with the memory, concentration and eyesight going, there is little chance of any improvement? Hehe!

I got myself back into the £300 second-hand rusty, rickety recliner, and was off back into the land-of-Nod in seconds. Zzz!

Inchcock Today: Mon 31st Dec 2018: Best if it is forgotten! Humph!

Dec 31 2018

Monday 31st December 2018

Monday 31st December 2018

23:40hrs. I woke and stayed where I was, preciously perched half-on, half-off of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner. The mind deep in muddled, confusing thoughts. I spent a few moments trying to reclaim some recollections of the dream I knew I’d been having, and that it was not pleasant, could no memories were found lurking in the brain-box. Various bits came to mind for the day… The Asda (Walmart) delivery is due twit 06:00>07:00hrs. Another jet of wee-wee was building up. At least on the Furesomide, although the powerful evacuations cause splashbacks and a little pain, at least I get some warning beforehand now. What time is it? (Good heavens 2340hrs!) The fluid retaining legs feel a lot easier this morning. Hello, a Quick visit from Dizzy Dennis and Reflux Roger is kicking-off. The stomach is rumbling. Why are some of the Papsules bleeding? Maybe I might have been scratching them during the night? Did I take last nights medications? (I found out I had later, Phew!) I wonder if Nurse Nichole will do me today at the blood test? I mustn’t forget the Doctors appointment either… on and on the mind waffled to itself!

WD128.0.0 When I eventually tried to remove my hog-like body from the recliner, I felt Inchies Fungal Lesion crack and bleed, at precisely the same time a message arrived from the innards, telling me to get to the Porcelain Throne without delay! (I recalled at the time, thinking this does not bode well for the day’s fortunes, circumspection needed methinks. Hehe!)

WD128.0.0 Avoiding knocking anything down or any toe stubbing, I was off of the chair and got to the wet room and onto the Throne. (The legs felt a lot better, but the left ankle was giving me some grief) The splattery evacuation was all over within about ten-seconds! The cleaning and medicating of Little Inchies lesion took about ten excruciating minutes! Humph!

WD128.0.0 Another slight Dizzy Dennis spell as I left the wet room. I went to the kitchen to take the medications. Adding an extra Simvastatin to counter the ever-active sticking Roger Reflux valve!

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Made a brew of good-strong Assam tea, and had another LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee).

WD128.0.0 While sitting at the computer making up the above graph of the INR Warfarin test results… I felt itching on my back, just below the neck, and it just had to be scratched! Which turned out to be somewhat of a problem for me, as I could not reach the spot that needed attending to. I tried up against the corner of the door, but this was very awkward and painful as I could not control the amount of pressure I was applying.

1Mon01aWD128.0.0 Then I tried using the small ‘picker-upper’ stick to apply some Germolene cream and have a good scratch at the same time, but this proved to be a bloodier approach to the problem! Hehehe!  Puzzled by what it was I was having a go at, I set about manipulating my right hand with my right hand and forcing the hand to reach to the area. I had a feeling about the session and decided that it was small boils that were the problem! I guessed at this by the blood and yellow/greenish puss on the tissue. Now, I have discomfort from both arms, elbows, wrists, and shoulders as well! Klutz! I’ll give the area a good rinse after the shower and try to apply some cream on it.

Another LHBLWW and I got the weekend diary post finished off. It was sad reading when I edited it, but a few times I found myself laughing out loud at my own antics. Hahaha! I sent it off to WordPress.

I went on the WordPress Reader section.

Made a start on this blog. I thought about having a bit of brekkie but resisted.

Had an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee) for a change? Then another one, five minutes later, Tsk!

Got the ablutions done early, no showering of course yet, too soon.

The Asda man delivered at 0615hrs.Thanked him and got the fodder sorted, after yet another SSWW!

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Got updating this blog, and consumed the Raspberry Ripple later on.

WD128.0.0 Shame it didn’t taste like I remembered it did. Ah-well, likely the old gustatory cells stiff out of sync or tilt, with the ailments being like they are?

1Mon07cI got the baked beans in the saucepan with the seasoning, to marinate for use later. I’d decided on beefburgers for nosh today. I’ll buy some while I’m out.

At 0800hrs, I took the black bags to the waste chute and deposited then.

Got to think things through now. Dr Vindla at 11:20hrs, INR Blood Test at 12:00hrs, must remember to ask about the QMC appointment to see if they have it yet. Being holidays, I imagine it will be a few days before I am advised. Can’t be helped.

1Mon07bTook my shower and got things ready.

WD128.0.0 A quick snap of the morning view from the unwanted new light and view-blocking kitchen window, a fumble around to see if I’d forgotten anything. Glad I checked, I’d left the tap running.

1Mon08Off I trotted, down and out onto Chestnut Walk.

AS I limped along, I was overtaken by a few other inmates. I was limping along even slower than usual this morning. A tinge of jealousy overcame me, seeing the others getting a move one s they belted by me. Hehe!

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and inmates porta-cabin, and managed a natter with a few others, but they were apparently in the same mood as I was, and poorly with it. They also looked a little the same as me, in appearing to look so tired-out. Bless us all!

WD128.0.0 Disastrous news was given to me, that revealed perhaps, why the gloomy looks were on the faces of my fellow inmates… The L9 bus service is being taken off! Some of our residents were told this by the drivers. I am hoping and praying it will prove wrong. How do we get to the shops, surgery, blood tests and clinics without transport in bad weather?

1Mon09I got on the bus with the others and dropped off on Winchester Street Hill bottom. Where some disgusting Nottinghamian Street Art had been freshly deposited on the pavement. Some poor devil had taken a step in the wrong direction. Eurgh!

I set off along Mansfield Road and up the incline. I was moving at a fair rate of knots for me but was coping well with the pace for once.

1Mon10WD128.0.0 Near the top of the hill, the usual Royal Mail van, with the same two drivers sat in it, had parked in their regular place, right across the pavement.

I managed to walk by, on the inside giving the chaps a look of disgust as I did so, banging their mirror on the way by. How are people with prams, disabled carts, shopping carts supposed to get by, without going on to the road to do so?

I got myself to the surgery and logged in. WD128.0.0 Had a bit of a dizzy spell in there while I was sat doing the crossword. Tsk!

DR Vindla did various tests and seemed pleased with how the fluid retention had gone down in the legs and told me to carry on with the Furismide and come back to see her on Monday week. She needs to monitor the effects on the kidneys and liver. The QMC appointment will arrive next week in the post. She did not mention any blood-tests other than confirming today’s. I would imagine, I’ll get an Email from them when the results come back on the test I am about to have. I was dismissed, and returned to the waiting area, to be called to the Nurses room. I opened the crossword book (neither session on this book today, proved very auspicious).

Bit of luck then, it was Nurse Nichole who came to collect me. Luckily, the bleeding took an age to stop after the test, thus expediting a short but so-pleasant nattering session for me. Thanked the gal and handed her some nibbles for the New Year, leaving a bag of nibbles on the reception desk on the way out.

Once outside, I really didn’t feel well at all. A partial visit from Dizzy Dennis, the innards rumbling and fear of wee-wee escaping all made me nervous. So, I went to the nearest shop that sold beefburgers (Carrington Co-op). I selected a pack of four Co-op brand burgers from the freezer. That was the only choice they had!

Out to the bus stop, I went, and caught a bus within a minute, back up to Sherwood. Right timing too, (I thought at the time anyway), there was about five minutes before the bus was due. Four other tenants were also at the shelter, and a chinwagging, laughter and snide remarks were enjoyed by all, while we waited.

WD128.0.0 And I mean, waited! The bus was twenty-minutes late when it arrived, and the bladder was being tested like never before. I was scared stiff of being embarrassed if things should burst-forth, I had the PPs on but felt these would not cope if the Furosemide activated LHBLWW did arrive. WD128.0.0 It did so as I thought about it! I felt so ashamed and flustered! I tried to stand as far away from anyone as I could on the bus, and placed the bag in front of me, in case anything showed-up. The short trip up the steep hill seemed to take ages. I got off the bus first and dare not stop to talk to Cyndy and Roger who spoke to me… I made my way as quickly as I could to the flats. The other of course caught me up and passed me by.

Hell, I was so glad to get inside. Straight to the wet room to sort myself out. The PPs had coped better than I expected them to. The lesion had been bleeding. So, off with the clothes and binned them, under the shower for a long session of cleaning and freshening. While I was taking a shower, another unstoppable LHBLWW evacuation arrived! This state of affairs is getting to me now! Finally cleaned and changed clothes and did the Health Checks, the BP is very low again, and I wasn’t feeling too good. I put this down to my embarrassment factor. What will I do if this happens again, when no L9 buses are running?

I am now, sorry for myself, depressed and in a state of utter dysphoria. A nervous physical and mental wreck!

1Mon11I got the nosh sorted. I must be doing something right, cause I ate it all up. Beef seasoned baked beans with beefburgers, sourdough bread and a lemon dessert.

Flavour Rating of 8.8/10!

I got the things in the washing up bowl. Did the Health Checks. Then I got myself into the £300 second-hand recliner.

Lots on the gogglebox to watch.

Zzzz!

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

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Monday 24th December 2018

Samoan: Aso Gafua 24 Tesema 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Made a start on this blog.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1Mon05aFinally, at last, I set off again!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WD0.0.128 By the time my turn came up…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just thought, I’d mention it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 28th August 2018: Awfully Busy Day, Grumph!

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Tuesday 28th August 2018

Hebrew: 2018  יום שלישי

0110hrs: My mornings expergefaction was so different from yesterday; when I woke with so many worries and concerns. For some unknown reason, I was light-hearted and almost content. Fair enough: I had been dreaming of a particular young lady, and I was a young man, and we were both involved in pleasurable activities and laughing away, as we did all those years ago… Aah! (with an inward satisfaction blended with a horrible awareness that I am now beyond these activities – Sob!)

The brain engaged with reality once again and quodlibetificated with itself for a while.

Then, suddenly an ‘Up and At ‘Em’ mode was engaged! By 0130hrs I’d collated the laundry and was down getting it into the machine in the lobby! Set the quick button and back to the flat.

Where the Porcelain Throne as utilised. A different evacuation today, allowing me to read a chapter and a half of the ‘Catastrophy’ book about the First World War. While keeping an eye out for any Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles in the wet room. Of which I saw none at all.

Carried out the Health Checks.

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2Tue09The sphygmomanometer operated first try. All of the readings were slightly lower today.

Apart from the weight of course? Tsk!

I wished I could have figured out why this should be so, but the hurdle was so beyond my woefully inadequate, and incompetent mathematically-challenged, under-educated capabilities. (I couldn’t. Hehehe!)

Made a brew and swallowed the morning medications.

Rinsed, dried and put away the cutlery and plastic plate that I’d left soaking in the washing-up bowl in the sink overnight.

Back to the wet room for a wee-wee.

1Mon22This visit, I saw a little ganglet of the Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles, that appeared to be doing a War Dance around a Critter Kill carton?

Are they wising up to the sticky bait? Warning others not to go near it?

It was back to the short-sharp-painful wee-weeing again now. Grumph!

Whoopsie O1A This inspired me to have a look around in the other room for any further signs of the little rascals. Plenty in there, then I returned to the wet room, thinking I might catch a few with my surprise return and counter attack… I did!

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2Tue06Down to move the laundry from washer to the dryer.

There was a clean filter awaiting me, as I got the clothing into the drum. Thank you whoever cleaned it out after use.

Started the dryer going, then cleaned the drum and casing of the washer.

2Tue07bSprayed freshener around.

I nipped outside to take this, hopefully, ‘moody’ photo of Woodthorpe Court, from just outside the foyer entrance.

To the lift and up to the 12th floor.

Had another short-sharp-painful wee-wee. Only one beetle/weevil seen, a big one, mind. He or she had managed to get up into the wash basin. I interrupted its swim, and despatched it to the WC and flushed.

I got the Monday diary completed and posted off. Then made up some nibbles for the medical staff at the INR blood Test, and a few in case anyone was helpful to me at the Clinic afterwards. (As if!) Hehehe!

Made a start on this blog.

2Tue080320hrs: Time to retrieve the washing.

Someone had the same idea as me, to get their laundry done early, and had placed their washing in a machine.

 I got the togs out and folded up. Not a lot done today, I forgot to collect up the bath towel, dressing gown and tea towels when I got the stuff ready. Klutz!

I thought I’d got another odd sock when emptying the drum, luckily I found that I had dropped one taking out the clobber from the dryer, and it had craftily hidden behind the green laundry bag, and I found the abscondicated hosiery when I moved the bag. They are a cunning army of little things, these sly cotton socks. But you know that, don’t you? Haha!

I got a surprise as I left the laundry room. I saw an elderly lady sat in the foyer outside the door, wearing her slippers, pyjamas and dressing gown. She moved to the call panel… I let her in, but having no hearing aids in it was hard to make out what she was saying, bless her.

I assumed she had got her washing in the washer, and decided to go out in the fresh air, just like I do, and she forgot she’d not got her entry swipe with her. (I did it once, I did feel a fool!)

So I kept the conversation light, did not question her and I tried to make out things were normal. (In case she was feeling embarrassed. She seemed and sounded like a lovely lady. I’d never seen her before. We rode up in the lift. She chatted to me happy enough. She alighted on the second floor. I felt so glad I was fortunate enough to be there to help.

2Tue08a Whoopsie O1A I got in the apartment and put the gear away. Went in the spare room with the small towel and spotted these Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles!

Arghh! They had got into the old crock pot that was on top of a bag of stuff to go to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.

An Advanced Attack Division, or a Specialised Infantry Group, I suspect! Or, maybe the dead and wounded from a battle between Spare Room Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles and Wet Room Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles? Hehehe! Oh, no, they are all alive!

Whoopsie O1A I took the pot and stood it in the sink, got the kettle boiling… back to the sink, put the sink-plug in and tipped them out, poured bleach on them. Then when the water had boiled, I went to drain the water over the creatures. To my amazement, only about half of the flipping things were still there when I got to the sink with the kettle. No signs of those that had escaped? With bleach on them too! And they ran away? Incomprehensible!

I got on with creating this post.

Went on TFZer Facebooking.

0725hrs: One heck of a sudden loud clattering noise, made me jump. I assumed someone had thrown something down the waste chute on a floor above. I bet some poor soul still in bed got woken up by that one. A little early too. The general rule is not to use the chutes until 0800hrs. Although, forgetting the time is not unknown amongst we elderly pensioners. (Forgetting the day, month and year, along with where we live and bus numbers too! Hehehe!)

Went to get the ablutions done. All completed I started the medicationalisationing of Little Inchies Lesion (Nasty and teeth gritting!) and Harold’s Haemorrhoids (Just stung a nanoscopic bit).

My cerebricity began to return to action, and a driblet of determination manufactured itself and lingered ready for use. Even a scintilla of common sense lingered trying to get into the synapse. Typically, it failed, but the very fact that it attempted, I found stunningly unexpected.

I made up three bags of rubbish and took them to the waste chute on the way out.

Whoopsie O1A The caretaker was hoovering the foyer, as I called in the laundry room to see if I had left the Bates Hotel Towel in there, as I could not find it up in the flat. No luck!

2Tue10As I limped along Chestnut Walk, now renamed by many of us Old Residents as Death Hobble Alley, along the middle of the roadway, of course, as the footpath has been blocked off now; I had odd, however humourous thoughts come temporarily into my newly discovered semi-operational, but scary brain mode.

I hope enough of the tenants survive the hassle, plant-traffic and live long enough to tell the newcomers in the brand new Extra-Care unit, what life was like here before the work started; when we were all far less bonkers. And had balconies that offered us a great, enjoyable unbeatable, natural view with no windows to open and clean. Happy Days! Hahaha!

Took my time, I’d made an early start, and waddled down Winchester Street. Taking in the wonderful nature of the trees and greenery as I got down to the bottom of the hill.

2Tue11Whoopsie O1A Turned left along Hood Street, and right up Marshall Street. The sounds of naughty-blue language from raised annoyed voices could be heard coming from one of the terrace houses as I passed by.

Thick smoke was coming out of the broken glass in another window. I assumed its the new tobacco-free things, or perhaps weed that caused it.

This reminded me of home when I was, but an ankle-snapper and dear Mummy was living with us. I seemed to be doing a lot of reminiscing today?

A distinctly different piece of Nottinghamian Street Art was noticed.

I avoided the broken glass on the pavement and got onto Mansfield Road. Up the hill, I did a bit of window shopping.

More foul language from four kids at a bus stop.

A spilt tray of whatever takeaway food it was initially, lay part crushed with a footprint impressed on it, near the library.  Kebab and chips perhaps? I couldn’t be sure. A queue at the bus shelter, prevented me taking a picture of it.

2Tue12Over the hill and down to the surgery, with plenty of time to spare.

The receptionist I don’t think I’d seen before. At least, I didn’t get any sideways looks from her as I explained why I was there. She checked on her computer and indicated for me to take a chair.

I settled in one and got the crossword book out.

Whoopsie O1A After ten minutes or so, someone came with a ganglet of nipperoonies. The kids set about trying to destroy the ‘Little One’s Kitchen.’ Supplied by the surgery to keep them amused. The noise ended my interest in the crossword book, I couldn’t concentrate.

I noticed the sign about the Flu Jabs and booking them with the receptionist. So I went to the Lady did so. She asked for my details and opened my file.

Whoopsie O1A Then she wished me a happy birthday. Caught by surprise, I thanked her.

The appointment for the Flu injection was made for… wait for it… 0930hrs on 16th October. Hehehe!.

Whoopsie O1A Sat down again, as I did so, both hearing aids sounded the warning about low batteries. So I changed them. Much to the interest and curiosity of some of the other patients sat nearby.

Nurse Ann came right to me to fetch me to go with her to her treatment room. I was indeed honoured!

No telling offs or snide remarks at all. I handed the nibbles. She’d soon taken the blood and wished me well as I left.

I put some nibbles for the receptionists on their desk and left to catch a but to the City Hospital.

Calling in the Lidl near the bus stop. Got some of the BBQ roasting spray, Butter beans in tomato sauce and brown thins (All on offer price). Cherry tomatoes and vegetarian mini sausages as well. Exited the shop after going through the self-serve rigmarole without any problems. Egotistic Mode Adopted!

Straight to the City Hospital in no time, it seemed.

Whoopsie O1A I’d got the right day this time, too. All they did was take me in a prepare me for some x-rays or whatever, wheeled me in, took them, a lot of them too. I was in and out of the place, in about fifteen minutes.

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Caught a bus to go into Sherwood and dropped off to catch an L9 bus up the hill back home.

This naughty Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was a danger to the pedestrians as he weaved his way through them. The Fershtinkiner!

I hobbled on to the Sherwood bus shelter. The feet were getting more and more painful and stinging something awful now.

2Tue12bThree people were waiting there at the stop. One lady from Winchester Court. I’d spoken with her a few times in the past. She was wearing her white bonnet, and very pretty it was.

The three us had a natter as the bus was so late arriving, we thought we all might not get back up the hill to the apartments.

It arrived though, being late meant nothing to us, we were just glad to catch it. Hehe!

I aided the lady from the bus, and we chinwagged for a minute or two before I left her outside the lobby of her block.

I pressed on and got to the lift, with two other people. We managed a laugh between us on the way up.

Got in and had a short-sharp-painful wee-wee, before checking on the letter in the box.

The Nottingham City Homes mail informed me that a meeting was to take place, on 11th September 2018. It was about the plans for the for the Communal rooms within the New Extra Care block being built. We can have our say on what we think the rooms would be best used for. I thought about asking for a Bungee Jump and Squash Court. Hahaha!

I did the Health Checks and took the medications. Wrote the dates above in the Google calendar.

Then started to update this diary.

Whoopsie O1A Most annoyingly, WordPress kept jumping to American English, from UK English. Each time I changed it back, it lost the memory of what I’d done and had to be replaced again. Grrr!

After over two-and-a-half hours of frustration, the fatigue arrived, and I had to stop working on the computer because I was making so many mistakes, it was getting ridiculous.

Got some triple cooked chips in the heated oven, and the (Patti Berket) seasoned recipe beans in the saucepan. I’ll add the Frikadellens ten minutes before the chips should be cooked. Fingers crossed.

2Tue12aDidn’t go too badly.

Flavour Rating of 5.5/10. Somehow, apart from the beans which were grand, things seemed to be a little off, to me?

I ate most of it.

Got the pots in the bowl to soak and had a wee-wee.

2Tue12bHealth Checks and medications tended to.

Took a photo from the spare room window of a neighbours ‘new’ kitchen windows.

Head down to watch some TV programmes.

After a couple of hours nodding off and waking, I gave up and think I drifted off within a few minutes. Nice!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 16th May 2018: Blood Test, Hospital Clinic peccadillo and Arthur Itis playing me up!

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Wednesday 16th May 2018

Persian: 2018 چهارشنبه 16 مه

0350hrs: My expergefaction was insuisiant – for a few ecstatic moments I was totally untroubled, blissfully content, in heaven almost. Then the doubts, fears, concerns and self-loathing returned.

I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, automatically; and went to do the Health Checks and make a brew.

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2Tue01The pulse continues to fall each time this week, I wondered why?

With the doctor’s surgery mob, not informing me of any appointments for my blood test (Again!) this week, I’ll be going to the City Hospital Haematology Department for it.

WDPolive Oh, going out yesterday, I forgot to check the emails to see if they have belatedly informed me, I’ll take a look at Gmail to find out. No, nothing arrived, as if I expected any! Grumph!

2Tue02abI think the day out and the odd lunch yesterday, might have affected the innards. Because the Porcelain Throne evacuation was terribly messy, multi-coloured and loose.

Another blue-hue outside.

I got on with updating yesterday’s diary.

Then made a start on this one up to here, and got the ablutions tended to.

3Wed04Umbrella (just in case), paperwork-appointment cards, nibbles for the hospital staff, crossword book (if any waiting to be done), bus-pass to get home afterwards and I set off. A cheery chap was in the lift I caught, he is a disabled man who’s not long moved into Woodthorpe Court.

He said he is expecting to be moved into the Extra-Care Unit block when it is built.

3Wed05We crossed the road together and started off up the gravel footpath hill, with me in a failed pursuit. By gum he could move, when he’d almost reached the top, I was about half-way up the incline.

I got to the summit and turned left down the pedestrian path, and he was well down the road. The knees started giving me some bother, and I slowed down to my normal hobbling snail-with-a-broken leg pace. Hehehe!

WDPolive I put the Arthur Itis problems with the knees down to all the sitting in the hard bus seats yesterday. I should have taken my ring-cushion with me. Funny how all these good ideas come to light when it is too late, innit? Tut-tut!

3Wed06Got onto Mansfield Road, and down to the Ring Road.

The weather perfect for walking I thought. Not too warm or cold, with a gentle breeze.

WDPolive The pavement cyclists were frequently passing by so close to me, that I walked tight in the right-hand edge of the amusingly footpath, against the railings.

3Wed07WDPolive An exciting piece of Nottingham Pavement Art was on the footpath. Not exactly Art Deco. This abandoned fuel tank might have challenged that famous pile of bricks that the Tate had the inane stupidity to show a few years ago?

Just as I was despairing of the untidy Nottinghamiam’s, I got cheered up at the end of the road.

3Wed08These simple flowers, struggling to break through to the sun, and the new fencing, seeming to do so much better than their brethren up against the rusty bars?

Bootiful!

I turned up Hucknall Road and into the Nottingham City compound. To the top of the road and right straight into the Phlebotomy 3Wed09waiting room. I was pleasantly surprised at how few people were seated there. Got my ticket, 139. The sign showed up a call for ticket 131, so I was not long at all waiting. Time to have a go at the crossword and get no answers to them though. Thicko, at his best!

The calls were all for bay-one, so obviously there was only one nurse on duty taking the blood. Good job there wasn’t too many patients then.

WDPolive At my turn, I went in and got sat down and sleep up and my arm all ready, then my mobile rang. I turned it off, I usually do when I go to a hospital or clinic, but I forgot to today. Klutz!

A nurse appeared from around the corner. Pretty little thing (Most of them are). She got the blood taken in seconds, but could she stop the bleeding? This indicated to me that the INR Warfarin level must be pretty high. Perhaps, maybe. She was very calm about this altercation she was having stopping the flow. Eventually, it ceased, and I gave her the bag of nibbles to share. She was very startled and asked me what it was for. I told her; ‘For the nurses to have on their break!’

I thanked her and departed. Out and down to the GUM Clinic. I rang Sister Jane back on the way there. She had seen I’d not sent her the link to the diary and was a concerned bless her. We had a chinwag, and I had to ring-off to go into the clinic.

3Wed10WDPolive, a five-star one on my behalf! The appointment was for next Wednesday, not today! What an Eizel! I’m concerned at these happenings.

With a red face and feeling foolish, I left the Clinic, to go to the request stop to catch a number 40 route bus home to the flats. I spotted a chap trimming the grass around the building, and killing so many wildflowers as 3Wed11he did so.

As I got towards the bus shelter, I spotted that he’d either missed or showed compassion for the clump of flowers. I’m not sure why I mentioned this?

I meandered up the hill to the shelter and waited for the 40, five young ladies joined the queue and were joined by two blokes later. 3Wed12Only had ten minutes to wait for it to arrive. When it did, the young girls forced their way on first.

Not that it mattered, because there were plenty of free seats, just annoying like.

I was soon being dropped off the bus, on Winchester Street, and hobbling up to the top junction and turning right onto the welcoming 3Wed12asight of Chestnut Walk and the apartments.

The Willmot-Dixon lads were making a start on Winchester Court’s balcony windows.

The workers all sounded and looked like they were busy again today.

Half-way along Chestnut, I stopped to picture a plant vehicle coming out of the new build 3Wed12bcompound onto the roadway.

WDPolive Arthur Itis’s right knee did a whoopsie on me. Didn’t-half hurt, as it felt like a grating pain with the sensation that the Infrapatellar bursitis was about to become detached from the patella. Boy did it sting! But not for long amazingly, it was back to normal within minutes? Well, by the time I’d got to the foyer doors.

3Wed15Where I spotted some more, more localised Nottingham Street Art, on display outside of the scaffolding. Tsk!

I thought at this time that I heard someone calling my name. Nobody nearby, so I went into the road to look up to see if someone was shouting through the window and might need assistance.

3Wed14Then it dawned on, that no tenants can get their heads out of the windows anyway, while all the locks are still on. So no one could have been calling my name? What a schlepper!

I took this photo showing the insulation progress on Woodthorpe Court block of flats. I think they are finishing the back part of it now, with just the front to do. Which will be interesting noise-wise, the back they are doing now is noisy enough, what it will be like when they start drilling it onto the outside of my flat, worries me. But, it has to be all done before they can get the cladding fitted.

AS I went in through the foyer, I spotted May in the laundry room. The poor gal looked very drained and poorly to me. I inquired about her health, to find she has terrible shoulder pains. This ailment sprang the pain-gel into my mind. I explained to her that it is alright to mix Iboprufen with the paracetamol she is on, I knew this because the doctor had got using them years ago. I asked if she would like some of the Phorpain gel to try. She was okay with this, so I nipped up to the flat and got a tube for her. Penny had joined her when I got down. Handed the tube to her, advising her to rub it in well. The three of us had a little nattering session, and I went back up to the apartment.

It had been an enjoyable little hobble-out today. No rain helped. Haha!

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3Wed16I got in and did the Health Checks, took the midday medications and made a brew.

This is the second brew  I made, after finding the milk I put in the mug had curdled! And it still had another day left on its use-by-date! Grumph!

WDPolive I used a bottle of long-life milk I had in the cupboard. Which was fine. I then discovered the sell-by-date3Wed21. 31-3-18! Gobsmacking innit? The Morrison milk is terrible and off a day before its use-by-date, and the Asda is one, is still alright 2 months after its use-by-date!

I’d just started to update this diary, and a phone call came in. All polite, a fellows voice said: “I’m David from BT, I’m calling regarding your internet connection…” I stopped him there, answering; “No thank you!” And put the phone down.

3Wed19I pressed on with sorting things to do the updating. To the clang, bang sounds from Herbert up above. After which just the odd bangs, rattles or clangings persisted for many hours, but not regularly or often.

I removed the cover from the blood taking hole, the nurse had done well with stemming the flow, hardly any haemoglobin on the bit of cotton wool.

I got the vegetables trimmed ready to use later and got the oven warming up for these and the potato slices. Made another small mug of breakfast tea and back to the updating of this post. But could not concentrate very well, so it was taking me an inordinately long time for some reason.

With Arthur Itis and Haemorrhoid Harry both annoying me, I decided to take extra codeine. During which I spotted a fair bit of smoke across the Winchester Street. It looked clear smoke, so I assumed it was from garden cuttings burning. The one thing that stood out to me was the wind kept changing?

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Eventually, I got up to here with the updating, and realised I had still not finalised or posted yesterday’s Inchcock! What a Schlimazel!

So I went to update and post the Tuesday post off.

A few more taps and knocks from Herbert while I did this task.

3Wed20Got it done and had an email from the surgery. No mention of there not making an appointment for me this week, but, they have done this time, for next week.

Now, I’ll explain about my going to the hospital for the blood test.

First thing, I get told off for going there and not the surgery.

They failed to give me an appointment for the surgery last time!

When I go to the surgery, it can take three or four days before I get the results.

Today, (Going to the hospital for the test) I got the results and doses within five hours!

But even so, the Doctors receptionists have given me a late appointment with all this advance warning time too!

I believe, that because they know I would like an early appointment, and I have been naughty in their eyes, they have given me another late appointment that they know will prevent me from getting to sleep at my usual time, thus making me poorly in the long run. Oh, they are thoughtless, and I believe they don’t like me at all! Probably hate and despise me!

But at least they have made this unwantedly late appointment for me with Nurse Nicole!

Then the door chime rang out.

It was the Obersturmbannführer from Willmott-Dixon, checking on what still needed doing plastering-wise. I showed him the gaps in the kitchen window framing. He said it would be sorted. Nice chap. Off he trotted, and I got back to the updating for a while, then got the potatoes and turnips in the oven.

3Wed30Accompanied by Noisy Herbert’s occasional clanging and banging noises, I ate the meal.

Not so good this one. I could only rate it as an offensive 5/10 rating. The pork pie meat was far too fatty, the apples too soft, and the turnips were too tough.

You can’t win ’em all!

I did the pots and settled to watch some TV, two Hustle episodes. Got through the first one with only about four nod-offs, the second one I managed a few minutes, but the eyelids were so heavy. So I gave up, turned the TV off and head-down.

Zzzz…

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 11th April 2018

Political Humour

Contributions from the schlemiel who thought David Cameron was trustworthy and reliable. (Tsk!)

Wednesday 11th April 2018

Serbian: Среда, 11. април 2018

0220hrs: With a sanguineness and condemnatory-like filled mind, I woke to the accompaniment of worries, anxieties, jealousy and a definite overriding sense of unclassified foreboding, milling about within the brain. My head felt like I had no control to retain the rambling and uncontrollable insurgent thoughts within it.

Whoosie3W001 I forced my still tired body out of the £300 second-hand recliner and had a bit of luck with the lack of mind control, that brought back some degree of authority. I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. A most excellent evacuation this morning. No bleeding from Harold Haemorrhoid at all and the Fungal Lesion had only been bleeding the smallest bit. This indicated that the Warfarin level must now be a little low and I must surely now be in Ticker-attack-Stroke mode.

I regained control over the wandering thoughts and went to make a brew and do the Health Checks.

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3Wed02I injected some Enoxaparin and took the medications.

Surprisingly, I had to return to the wet room and porcelain to have another wee-wee?

Whoosie3W001 During which I, unfortunately, banged my right knee against the edge of the floor cabinet when I bent down to retrieve the tube of Germoloid I’d knocked over. Arthur Itis started to give me hassle within seconds. This, in turn, brought my attention to the needs of the day.

I washed up and got the computer on and examined the day’s reminders on the Google Calendar. Foot Lady Sue due around 0930hrs, and the blood test for 1145hrs at the Sherrington Medical Centre in Carrington. I remembered that I have not yet had a re-appointment date from the Gum Clinic, I’ll email them later (He says sounding so confident that he’ll remember – Humph!).

3Wed04The tea had gone cold, so I went to make a fresh one.

Waiting for the kettle to boil, I took this photograph through the kitchen window. A most difficult task while the windows are still prevented from opening by the security cables.

The mist was still lingering outside.

Whoosie3W001 With no effort at all, I managed to drop the camera as I brought it back in from the partially open window with one hand to the left of the security cable and one to the right. This poor camera has had a hard life. Hehe!

I got the Tuesday Diary post finished and stored.

Then, started this one off up to here, and then posted yesterdays off.

CertificateGot some Facebook graphics on, and it let me work on comments etc. For a while, before going slower and slower.

Watched some crash video clips on YouTube.

Closed the computer and went off to do the ablutions and medicationalisationing. After which I tried to remove some stains from the shower floor. Failed!

An hour later, all refreshed, I sorted and took the black bags to the rubbish chute. Took a photo of the top end of the lift foyer to show how they looked before the windows were installs on the lower end.

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3Wed04Back on the computer to continue updating this post.

The mist still lingering a bit.

Had a look at the forecast for the day on the web; Windy, showers and cloudy.

Hope the rain keeps off on my hobble to Carrington and the Blood Test.

I got the nibbles in the bag for the medical staff.

Foot Lady Sue due anytime now. Hopefully, she will not be late, so I still have time to get to the blood test.

0945hrs: Sue arrived and did me tootsies. £25 well-spent.

Gathered the things, DVT record, nibbles etc. and off I went for the visit to the nurse, and set off.

Spotted a note on the board in the lift foyer on the ground floor on my way down. Warning folks with cars and garages about this coming Saturday’s works taking place.

3Wed08Out into the drizzle and surprisingly cold breeze, and off on a limp down Winchester Street.

At least the tootsies were not stinging for once, now that Sue had rubbed in the oil, whatever it is into my plates-of-meat.

Duodenal Donald was giving me some hassle, and Inchies Lesion was stinging somewhat. 3Wed09However, Anne Gyna only gave me pain on the uphill bits of the walk and dissipated minutes after I started downhill, and Hippy Hilda was very good to me.

I had to push myself a little more than I wanted to, to make sure that I arrived at the Sherrington Park Medical Practice on time.

3Wed10aI arrived at the surgery and booked in with the Obergefreiteress receptionist.

As I started to sit down, Arthur Itis suddenly started giving me twinges in the right knee.

I filled in the DVT card and got the crossword book out, but before I could start on it, the nurse came out to call me in. I was tickled-pink and over-the-moon; It was nurse Nichole! This surprise bucked me up! We had a chinwag while she took the blood, I gave her the box of chocolates I’d been taking with me for weeks to the surgery in the hope it would be Nichole on duty, thanked her and with renewed faith, I said my thanks and farewells. I handed in the bag of nibbles for the others at the reception, and asked about the haemorrhoid cream and should it have been in the prescriptions. The lady looked it up and found that the Doctor had only prescribed the one tube and not placed it on the with the monthly supply of medications. So, I asked her if she could see if Doctor Vindla would make it monthly for me. I thanked her.

3Wed10Whoosie3W001 Then I departed. As I was going out onto the pavement on Mansfield Road, this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was pelting down the hill, and it was as close as I’d ever been without making painful contact with the naughty boy and his bicycle, without actually colliding.

It felt like it had got a lot colder while I’d been in the doctors. I went to the bus stop and caught a number 58 back into Sherwood. Again I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats but had far less bother in getting back up still today.

3Wed11As I got off the vehicle, I spotted that yet another shop unit had closed down in Sherwood. An estate agent this time.

Unexpectedly, the feet started humming as I crossed the road to go into the Wilko store.

I got a citrus fresh-air spray that was on offer at £1.50 from £3. A face flannel at only 35p and a citrus body spray that had gone up from 50p to 60p.

3Wed12Then hobbled (I could hardly believe the pain from the toes?) up to the bus stop.

I was beginning to feel weary, at first, this caught me off-guard. Then I realised that the late appointment for the blood test, and accepted the situation.

No other residents were at the bus stop, not any on the bus when it arrived. I got an exclusive ride up to the flats. When we got there, only three tenants got onto the bus.

3Wed12aBy the time I got up and into the flat, I felt right jaded and bushed. I got the nosh sorted straight away.

I had the last Cumberland Pie with extra cheese, and sliced tomatoes added, and three potato cakes with cheese added too. An orange, lemon dessert and two bread thins. It didn’t look appealing, but I enjoyed it. Rated at 9.1/10.

2Tue26Washed the pots and put the things I’d bought away.

I did the Health Checks. Then got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, with a mug of orange juice, to watch some TV.

I got as far as the first set of commercials, and was off into the lad-of-Nod!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 28th March 2018

Wednesday 28th March 2018

Finnish: Keskiviikko 28 maaliskuuta 2018

0505hrs: Oh, what a terrible night. Nightmares and nice dream-ridden, waking so often and fretting, fearing and planning; The drain was in turmoil. The Doctors at 0905hrs, meaning I have to start the ablutions and medicating no later than 0705hrs and hope there are no ailments that need extra attention. Did I do a Morrison order or not? Little Inchies Lesion is a bit painful. The flat needs cleaning, but will I have the puissance or desire to do it; with all the mayhem, dust and noise. The promises of so much more to come as well. I assumed I had got up so late because it took me so long to get to sleep last night.

How will I find time to get these diaries done?

Chuffing heck! It’s already gone 0500hrs. Such a lot to get done. The mind was semi-concentrated and forced into a mock-cogent state when the demand for the use of the Porcelain Throne presented itself.

After yesterdays dirigible-shaped evacuations and multi-coloured content, now I have football shaped ones. But, minimal bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. The stomach started rumbling and grumbling afterwards? Washed and to the front room to turn on the computer before going to do the Health Checks.

3-2Wed 01WDPAb I caught the view outside, and thought, ‘What a nice scene, I’ll photograph this! (Below left).

And promptly walked into the centre Ottoman on my way to get the camera! I believe I might just have used a naughty word.

By Jiminy, those shins of mine have taken a good battering over the years. Hehe!

3-2Wed 01aApplied some Germolene cream and got the photographicalisation done.

The unstoppable wild thoughts returned to my feeble mind again. Rampaging through some kinder emotions, was the terrible, desperate tones of depression and confusion. Making any sensible ideas dissipate from the equation of sanity.

I poddled to the kitchen and made a brew and did the Health Checks.

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3-2Wed 01cWDPAb To the wet-room to do the sample, and the flipping lid cracked when I was closing it. Cleaned things up again. More time lost!

Took the medications and made sure that the INR DVT record card was in the jacket pocket.

I became aware that the laundry needed doing soon.

Checked to see if I had got a Morrison order placed. I had done one, for Thursday 0630>0730hrs.

Started this post going.

Nearly 0700hrs already, and so much more needed doing. Cleaning-up, this and yesterdays diaries doing, GUM Clinic to ring, INR blood test, black bags to sort out, get some Germoloid cream… but, I had to get the ablutions done first.

Ablutions all done. Got the black bags sorted and took them to the rubbish chute.

Got the glass bottles and jars in the bag. Then realised I’d missed the little bin bag, so added that in the carrier too. Took the new brolly with me.

3-2Wed 01dSet off, with plenty of time to spare.

As I left the foyer entrance. I had to thread my way through, fencing and scaffolding to get to the glass recycling bin. Almost full it was. I think my Medicine bottle, Mushroom jar,  Soy sauce and Vinegar bottle were the only ones that had not had alcoholic contents. ‘Touch of jealousy, here? Hehe!’

3-2Wed 01eTook a photo of the new build and Winchester Court as I limped along to the end of Chestnut Walk, and right down Winchester Hill.

No rain yet as forecast. The weather was good, dry and not windy either.

Also, the body was working well this morning. Apart from the plates-of-meat that were somewhat stinging. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Duodenal Donald, Hippy Hilda, Dizzy Dennis, Hernia Harry, Haemorrhoid Harold and Colin Cramps all giving me a breather. Good!

3-2Wed 01fAs I passed by some house entrances half-way down the hill, I felt glad I didn’t live in some of them.

These ones (And many more of them), had six deep steps to manoeuvre to get into or out of their house.

On plodded on down and cut through the side streets onto Mansfield Road. Left up the hill 3-2Wed 01gtowards Carrington.

Apart from the feet, there was still no bother from any of the ailments. I often wonder why it is that I wake up in different states of health so often.

But I’m not complaining about it this day, mind you.

3-2Wed 01hOver the brow of the hill and into Carrington and the Mapperley Hall Drive – Mansfield Road junction nearly produce an RTA for me to photograph. It often does this, for it is a nasty crossroad intersection for the drivers. It is used as part of a ‘Rat-Run’.

I limped on down to the surgery and entered the reception, and I was greeted with smiles and hellos this time.

3-2Wed 01gbThere were about twenty-five minutes to spare before the appointment. Blimey, I made it there in good time.

Having logged in, I got seated and worked on the crossword book.

Five minutes later the nurse came out and called my name. It was not Nice-Nurse Nichole or Arbeitsleiter Ann, but the new k Nurse. Who is as yet, to be granted a nickname by the old man, Inchcock. She seemed in a good mood this time, and made a little gossip of her own accord? I think Tim Price may be right, and I’ll take to her later.

There was little if any bleeding after she took the samples. This made me think that the INR DVT Warfarin level will come back as being rather low again. Not too small that I need the Enoxaparin injections, I hope.

All sorted out, I gave the nurse her nibbles and gave my farewells. Then realised that the small bag of rubbish, I had put in the bag to drop off at the chute with the others, was still in my carrier bag. I was so appreciative and surprised when the nurse took the bag and told me she would deposit in their bin for me. We seemed to be hitting it off now!

To the reception desk and I inquired about how I go about asking for the Doctor to add some Haemorrhoid Cream to my prescription list, without actually bothering with an appointment. Then I explained to the ladies, about the Germolene cream was such a relief for me to use. But with the cost so high.

The receptionist gave me a form to fill in. During which, my Doctor Vindla came into the reception area and out again. Donating a look to me, that spoke volumes, as she went by.

3-2Wed 01iLike, “Huh, you again!” “What is he doing stood behind the reception desk?” and “Jumping Jehoshaphat, he’s still alive!” I can read her like-a-book, but she is straightforward and tells things how they are.

I love her to bits!

Handed the receptionists their nibble bag, and made my way out and started the long walk along Mansfield Road in the opposite direction this time, back to the flats.

3-2Wed 01jUp the hill and down into Sherwood. Turned right up Winchester Street Hill and Anne Gyna gave me some bother, a lot of problems. But, this is normal when I hobble up the hills, especially one as steep as this one.

As I stooped a few times to let Anne calm down, I realised how well I had done today, and this is the first time any real-hassle has been experienced on the walk. And, besides, as-well-as, what’s more, and also; I had not lost the umbrella! Haha!

The last burst of hard fought for energy got me up to the top and along Chestnut Walk to the Obergruppenfureress Wardens Temporary Shed and Winwood Social Meeting place. What a mouthful! Inside waiting for the first bus, were the beautiful Cindy. Maria and two male tenants. We had a little nattering session, I like Cindy, she has a sense of humour too. I offered my farewells and departed, continuing the last lap of on my way home to the apartment.

It had been only a short walk to and back from the surgery, compared to some I make now and then. Well sometimes. Er, occasionally. Alright, once a month or so! Haha!

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3-2Wed 01lUp to the flat, got in and had a wee-wee. Did the Health Checks and made a small mug of the Olde English Breakfast tea. I think they are on a par as my favourite ones along with Yorkshire tea bags.

Big Bad John made a crashing noise upstairs. I hope he’s alright.

Then the drilling sounds from outside, I assume the Willmott-Brown lads are doing either some windows or cladding work.

I got the computer on and carried on updating this post. (I must remember I have not finished yesterday’s yet, and do it afterwards!) I spotted a lady outside in the lower field, and my heart warmed. She had two dogs and boy, were they enjoying themselves. Another dog had left his or her own in the top field and came over to investigate the other dogs as the toyed with the lady as she threw the balls for them. You can see below, how nippy the little white dog was, the ball is coming down above his head, and he has a bead on it already. Seeing such fun and happiness rubbed off on me. I found myself going to make another mug of tea and singing to myself as I did so.

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It was eellogofusciouhippokunurious watching them. Link here to get advice on the word, Hehe! eellogofusciouhipoppokunurious

Got back on the computer, and started to update the Tuesday post. Finished this eventually, then returned to updating this one.

Got carried away with the email checking and reading. Put the oven on to warm up.

Went to the WordPress reader next.

Very late now, so I closed down and got the dinner prepared.

3Wed31It felt a little odd, eating so early in the day, for me.

Not the best of meals I’ve ever prepared or eaten. Well, I didn’t eat anywhere near all of it. The main reason for this being that I overcooked the potato cakes with cheese on top. These reminded me of when Dad used to cut the leather for when he was mending his boots, belts and shoes. The frikadellen were alright, and the sugar-snap peas and mushrooms too. Everything else seemed to all have a repulsive taste? The stomach started ailing and grumbling when I was half-way through eating what bit I did.

I knew I was in for some Duodenal Donald confrontations soon, all the usual signs and pains indicated this. Huh!

3Wed32Went to do the washing up, and the cloud formations and layout was astounding. I don’t relay ever seeing the clouds so layered if that’s the word. In fact, this reminded of when I had the mechanical ticker installed and came round in the Side CC ward, everything I looked at for a day or three, seemed layered similarly.

I suppose there will be some meteorological explanation for this.

There was a programme on the Goggle-box, about the Grenfell disaster, that I wanted to watch, but it was on at 2100hrs, well past my head-down time. But, I stayed awake to watch the preceding ‘Hustle’ episode, in about 60 to 190-minute parts! When the apartment fire survivors came on, I stubbornly continued to fall asleep and wake all the way through it. I hope it is shown again later, but earlier in the day.

I nodded off within seconds of the documentary ends.

Woke up later, with the innards in turmoil. I took some of the barely adequate antacid medicine and an extra painkiller. Despite the pain, I fell asleep again, and slept from then, for another three hours.

My EQ tells me I am going to suffer more physical and emotional pain tomorrow. I sometimes wish this curse of at the time of the test; having the highest EQ ever recorded in the UK, but lowest IQ, could be reversed.

Inchcock Today – Part 1 of 2: Wednesday 21st March 2018

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Wednesday 21st March 2018

German: Mittwoch, 21. März 2018

0310hrs: Woke having enjoyed three-hours of dream-filled nonsense toying with my mind, leaving me even more confused, disturbed and discouraged than ever with life’s current situation.

I felt (Rare for me) I just wanted to go back to sleep. But all the current hassles, tasks and disasters, forced me to evacuate the £300 second-hand recliner and get up and sorting things. Hopefully, the workers to do the balcony door will be arriving at 0800hrs, then out sharpishly to hobble to Carrington for the Blood Test with Nurse Ann 0905hrs. Bus to City Hospital and the GUM clinic for 1100hrs. Having been stuck indoors and unable to get out since last Thursday. Thanks to the snow and ice, and every appointment being rearranged by Nottingham City Homes or the Willmott-Brown team. I must get some fresh food in as well. Oh, and not get carried away on this computer either. Essential I start my ablutions at the latest at 0645hrs, giving me time scrub-up, medicate the lesion and piles in time for the arrival of the blokes to do the upgrading, then I can go off for the blood test, then to the clinic.

I hope things will be all right when I get back later.

Off to the kitchen and got the sphygmomanometer in use to do the Health Checks.

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3Wed00b2Sys and pulse well up again. But I shouldn’t be surprised should I? All the hassle of late, and with more to come today with the inside balcony doors being installed.

Tomorrow the dentist appointment at 0930hrs, so I just hope I can get back for some of the Social Hour in time.

I’m feeling pretty low at the moment. Ah, well!

When it came to taking the medications, I realised I’d missed two doses so far this week, they were still in their pots. Tsk!

Off to the Porcelain Throne, more blood than ever from the Haemorrhoids this morning, splattered the bowl before I even passed anything. I put this down to all the enforced sitting around (on the computer mostly, thanks to Virgin, rearranged appointments and the weather) while I’ve been incarcerated inside this flat for days on end.

Got the computer on and finished off the Tuesday post.

Started this one off up to here, then posted the last one to Facebook and email friends. Did WordPress reading, some brilliant stuff on again today. Then sorted comments and replied.

I must get the ablutions and medicationalisationing of some regions of my obese-wobbly-body done now. Can’t use the noisy shower this early, so a stand-up scrub-up will have to suffice this morning. At least it is not like in the 1950’s. When I stood at the kitchen sink (No bath or shower or hot water, central heating, electricity or unemployment, in those days. Hehehe!) with ice forming on the windows, saucepans and kettles on the gas stove, carbolic soap, cut-throat razor… Enough! I can’t stand to think about it now. How the heck did I manage back then?

I’ll get back ASAP folks.

I’m back, all smelling nice with a less painful Haemorrhoids now they have been tended to, showered and shaved without any Whoopsiedangleplops too. But still not my old self.

Went to make a mug of tea to have before the workman arrives.

I found the new windows were obstructing the view and light in the room. With the bottom of the frames so high, and the new ledge below the window sticking out so far: This means I will not be able to take any photographicalisation straight down of Chestnut Walk, the car park, the bottom field, or in Panorama, etc. Because the window is set far further out, and with the new thicker heater as well, it is impossible for me to reach out enough.

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Still, in a few weeks when I can get out onto the new balcony, it might be easier to take them from there? Fingers crossed.

Got the nibbles for the nurses in the bag, updated this tosh to here, and awaited the arrival of the Nottingham City Homes man with his clipboard.

Who did not arrive? So, I got the things needed and set off out into the cold sunshine of the day, to start my mini-marathon hobble. I thought I needed a good blow-out after being stuck indoors for so long, and oh boy, did I give myself one! About 2.8 miles I reckon after checking on the Google map.

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3Wed0001bHad to take care, because there were patches of ice on the higher ground.

Took this photograph as I went along Chestnut Way to Winchester Street.

There were no signs of life in the Obergruppenfruheresses Wardens and Social Hut as I hobbled by it. Well, there wouldn’t be at 0815hrs.

3Wed0001cTook this photograph half way down Winchester Street.

The weather fooling everyone into thinking it was a warm sunny morning. I can assure you it wasn’t in the slightest. Although it did warm-up later on.

But I was well wrapped up in my new coat, titfer and the PPs helped keep out Jack Frost.

The shadow in the picture made it look as if I was on a plinth.

3Wed0001dPutting back on my fingerless gloves, I was surprised to see the nail thumbnail, which I cut last night seemed to be leaking puss? It had the texture of toothpaste.

Odd that? Mind you, it is the thumb that as a young whipper-snapper I had crushed and decapitated the top half of it. No problems afterwards as such, but when it was stitched back on, the nail grew triple thickness for some reason. Just thought I’d mention it. Hehe!

3Wed0001f I proceeded in an Easterly direction (Haha!) and turned left on Mansfield Road.

Not much traffic about this morning.

No ice down here either, it was only lurking in the higher laying areas, you know, up the hills.

Up the hill and down into Carrington.

3Wed0001gaArriving at the surgery with a few minutes to spare for the appointment with Nurse Ann to take my blood.

Registered with the two not seen receptionists previously eventually. Both of them were on the phones, and I waited patiently, before logging in.

Called in by Nurse Ann, who was in a good mood. It felt quaint not being told-off. She got me done, and I gave her the nibbles, 3Wed0001hthanked her and was out. Left a bag of bites on the reception desk, and set off on the trek into town.

Plodded along the A60 through the strangely quiet hamlet of Carrington. Boy, I’m so glad I got out of there! Mind you, with all the hassle at the flats going on, I may be a little less-glad now. Hehe!

3Wed0001iHobbled along at a steady pace, no rush today. The sooner I get back to the apartment, the sooner I will have to face what will obviously be a right mess from the balcony window installation. That is if it has been done.

With Mr Clipboard not arriving, at o8oohrs as he had promised to earlier, I was in a pickle decision-wise as to what to do? If I locked the door, would they be able to gain admission? So I’d left it unlocked so they could. Not the best of situations, but I thought I had no choice.

3Wed0001J The plates-of-meat were beginning to hurt, but, I expected this to be the case, what with me not getting any walks in for ages.

As I struggled up the incline near the Rock Cemetary and the Forest, this Nottingham Pavement cyclist came close to clouting me as he passed me from behind. Unprecedentedly, this did not bother me much?

I assumed this was due to my having enough to worry about with the hassle of the flat?

3Wed001Up to the lights and over down the hill towards the City Centre.

A really strange never been seen before view when I took this photographicalisation of Mansfield Road.

Usually, lines of traffic would queue up at this spot from the traffic lights. But, all I could see in view was one bus coming up the hill!

3Wed01Always a sad sight or two to be spotted on this stretch of road.

Mostly reports of crime, and closed retail businesses.

I recall my beloved Auntie Kath was bothered by this many, many years ago, and wrote to the Council and local paper about it. Nothing has changed here then, apart from so many more 3Wed01ashops and pubs have closed down.

In the blocks behind these shops, are thousands of student flats of all types. I’d have thought they would have made use of some of the food retailers that have endlessly gone out of business, other poor souls and bought or rented and reopened so many, but to no avail, they have gone under too! I’m waffling again, sorry.

I meandered down the road and into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) via the bus station and entered into the top floor. Walked the length and into the Boots Store, near the Optical Department, and searched for someone to speak with about my broken spectacles. A lady approached me. The unfortunate thing was obviously woebegone underneath her bravely displayed signs of mock interest. I explained about the fractured nose thingy on the glasses, handed them to her, and she told me to wait while she got them sorted for me. Returning a few minutes later, she returned the spectacles to me, and I inquired about the cost of getting a new pair with reading lenses. The lady told me to view the frames while she went to get someone to deal with me.

I meandered over to the wall of frames. Walked up and down them, but could not see an that appealed to me, at a decent price, and there were none with the large lens area which I wanted. Well, there was one, but that would cost me £299. I did another walk up and down in case I’d missed any… then realised that no one had come to deal with me yet. I walked out.

3Wed02I exited the centre onto Upper Parliament Street.

It was still nippy, and the sun tried to fool us. But as you can see, the Nottinghamians were like me, all wrapped up well.

Shadowy photo this one.

I legged it to the end of the road and over Maid Marion Way and up the dreaded Standard Hill to the Audio clinic. I took what I thought was a super picture of the skyline when I was half-way up. But mysteriously yet again, this one dissipated into the ether, never to be found on the SD card?

Into the clinic and to the reception desk. I made my needs known to the lady, who seemed to spend an inordinately long time giving me her inquiring up and down looks. After what seemed like minutes, but would have been a few seconds, she put her hand out and sternly spoke: “Record Log!” I really wanted to reply, “No, Gerald Chambers!” But was too scared of her practised expression and eyes raised momentarily, saying unspeakingly; “Come on you old fart, snap to it, move!” It really cheered her up when the zip on the inside pocket where I’d put Audio Log got stuck. I kerfuffled a bit in getting it open. I pictured a cartoon in my head, of this receptionist having an explosion coming out of the top of her head and me laying on the floor bleeding where the pencils had been stabbed into my chest. I left ten minutes later along with the batteries and tubes, but having forgotten to book the next test.

3Wed04I departed and hobbled down into the slab square. Sometime before the L9 bus was due, so I had a wander around and took some photographs while I was waiting.

The first one shown here. The other three had joined the Standard Hill photo in the ether and have never been found since? Not in the camera memory, not on the SD card either. I wonder just what I’m doing wrong here? I thought the slab square shot reminded me of some of the Alberquery shots that Tim Price does so well. Weather-wise I mean.

Caught the bus and had a chinwag with a lady tenant.

Back at the flats, I went into the Obergruppenfureress Temporary Social Hut. I needed to find out it the apartment had been done or not. I inquired of the Warden, but she had no idea, and suggested I got up and found out. I explained about Mr Clipboard not arriving on time as promised, but got no response at all.

3-2Wed 01So I did go up to the flat to find out what was going on if anything.

I could hear the noise and knew some of the lads were working in there. I part-opened the door, and the dust encouraged me to close it.

So, then back to the Obergruppenfureress Wardens Temporary Social Hut. Confident that a cup of tea and biscuits would welcome me, and I could rest there while the working continued.

I bumped into one of the lads and asked him how long it would be before I could get back in. About an hour I was told. Thanked the lad and made my way back to the Obergruppenfureress Wardens Temporary Social Hut, with hopes of enjoying a brew of tea and nibbles.

Hehehe!

I met Mr Clipboard on the way to the shed.

Fair enough, he apologised3-2Wed 01a for not being on time.

Got into the hut.

A solitary figure was I.

Haha!

Ah, well, at least I got a plastic cup of water!

Part Two of Wednesday’s Inchcock Today, to follow.

Back to the flat – maelstrom encountered!

Pictorial

Inchcock Today – Friday 9th March 2018

Friday 9th March 2018

Italian: Venerdì 9 Marzo 2018

0230hrs: Stirred into life, mind and body seemed to be in some sort of cohesion for a change. I reckon I managed five-hours sleep; although dream-filled. Not that I can recall anything about them, but I know they made me wake-up feeling nervous about something or other. Tsk! The laundry room duties came to mind, and I decided to get this done first thing.

0240hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, almost with ease. ( Okay, I thought, what’s going on with all the ailments? Reflux Roger, Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Harry Hernia, Shaking Shaun, even Dizzy Dennis were notable for their absence?) Only Inchies Fungal Lesion, Trotsky Terence and Haemorrhoid Harold were giving any bother. Very rare and worrying! Hehe! Had a wee-wee.

Down the lift to the laundry room. Nipped out of the foyer doors to take this photographicalisation of the morning view. It was not cold at all out their. And in the laundry room, it was positively warm, and no machines were running either. Got the washer filled and back to the flat.

The electronic information board informed me that it was 02:58hrs, 5°c with Heavy Rain.

Up to the apartment, had a wee-wee.

Into the kitchen with the intentions of getting the Health Checks done.

But had to nip back for another wee-wee. (Hello, the third leak of the morning. What’s going on here?)

I’m not sure how or why I did this, but I took two readings on the Sphygmomanometer. One after the other? Seem to be losing-it early today.

Time to go down to move the laundry to the drier. I noticed the poster still in the lift, and reminded myself that I was going to look up the word (On the blue logo) Secondelement the other day and forgot to. What odds of me remembering later.

Back up to the apartment. Took a selfie, (Not a pretty sight, I know) Took a photo of the poster in this lift. More to get confused over?

Inside 72 and had a wee-wee. (Oh dearie me!) Went to make a fresh brew. It was incredibly warm in there. Temperature reading at 60°f. IT has not been this warm in there for ages. Well, I fib there, don’t I? When I left the oven on for the whole of the other night, it was slightly warm. Tsk! Getting older with dignity is impossible! Haha!

To the Porcelain Throne. The oddest session indeed. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding drying and bleeding again. But this seems to be the pattern recently. I hope the appointment with the chap at the GUM clinic arrives soon. The evacuation was worrying, Trotsky Terence was still in attendance, and Harolds Haemorrhoids were very tender, bleeding and messy.

Then got the computer on to start this diary off. Ten minutes later, I was back on the Throne! Repeat performance, but it took me a long while to stop the lesion bleeding. So long that by the time I’d finished and cleaned up again, it was collection time for the laundry. Down once again.

I opened the drawer to choose one of the six or so toothbrushes we keep there for cleaning the filter out, and there was only the one? Enough to do the job I know. But what happened to the others?

Clothes out and folded, filter, drum and casing cleaned.

Then back up and had a wee-wee.

Got the togs stored away and refilled the washing pots ready for the next laundry room visit.

Then, I took a photograph from the kitchen window to the left, just because I liked the view. For once, the colouring came out exactly like it looked.

As I was taking it, I spotted the lights of a plane passing on its way presumably to the East Midlands Airport.

I zoomed in to take it.

It didn’t come out anything like the eye view. But it did remind me of the claims from the UFO 50s and 60s claimants.

Being the amateur artigrapher that I am, I got back to updating this diary and got a far as here, by 0635hrs. Long job! Then went to finalise the Thursday post.

0740hrs: Got the Thursday Diary finished and posted off.

Looked at the Emails to see if I’d had anything about the blood test or next appointment from the Doctors surgery yet. Nothing!

Checked and replied to comments on WordPress. It didn’t take long.

On to the WordPress Reader page, next.

Herbert above is very continuously noisy this morning. The first time I’ve let it bother me. Then again, maybe he has the workers in doing something?

All the heaters bar the one in the kitchen stopped working, and it got a bit colder in the flat. An hour or so later, they came back on. Very puzzling?

The door chimes rang out, and two ambulance ladies let themselves in. Looking for a tenant ladies whose name I didn’t know. We had a little chinwag, and I sent them to the Obergruppenfurheresses Hut to ask there.

I rechecked the Emails and found one from the Sherrington Park Medical Centre.

They had moved me to a Wednesday, which was much appreciated.

I went to book it on the calendar and found it clashed with the Dentist appointment! Humph!

Found the DVT results had been delivered. The reading very high at 4.9 now.

Less possibility of a heart Attack or Blood Clot, but I have to take care, cause any bleeding might be excessive. Fantastic news that, what with the Haemorrhoids and Inchies Fungal Lesion both bleeding all the time. Hey-ho! More protection pants needed! Tsk!

I got the ablutions done, Health Checks and set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Shed, to see if either of them was in, and to ask them if they could call the Dentist for me to move my appointment for me.

When I got outside, I took this photo from below Woodthorpe Court.

I could hear the workers drilling and knocking-away high above.

The sky looked beautiful, and it was not too cold either.

But then, I did have the new extra warm coat on and my hat and gloves. A little further down Chestnut Walk, I took a picture of the progress on the new build flats. The site seemed so busy this morning. Crews were working on all three buildings and looked so busy. A bit of light drizzle coming down on and off.

I arrived at the shed and entered. Kath was busy at a table on her computer. Three tenants were sat around. I offered them all a cheery ‘Good Morning’. Asking Kath, if any of the Wardens were about. She said no, they had just gone out on their morning visiting rounds.

I explained about the clash with the dentist and the INR blood test. She kindly offered to ring them for me, to change the appointment. Bless her cotton-socks! She’d soon got it arranged for me, and wrote it in my paper diary for me. We had a chinwag, and as other residents arrived, the gossiping-circle was widened and enjoyed by me.

Farewells offered, and I left to return to the flats.

Approached the foyer of Woodthorpe Court, I snapped this builders machine as it backed out of the end compound.

I got a right-rum look from the driver.

Up and to the apartment, and took a wee-wee.

I updated the Google calendar with the written diaries new info.

Got the oven on, warming up ready for the ready-made Cumberland pie with its extra cheese, and the potato-cakes with their sliced tomatoes to be put in later.

Made a good mug of Assam tea, Put the comestibles in the oven and set about updating this post.

Crampy Craig kicked-off, and I stopped, turned off the computer and went for a wee-wee.

Got the potato cakes and Cumberland pie from the oven, onto the tray and added a lemon mousse and a sliced apple.

At last, a tasty meal I ate all of and really did enjoy! These Morrisons Cumberland Pies, I can recommend to anyone who likes lamb. I’dd added extra cheese on top, mind.

Gobbled it all up slowly, savouring each forkful. The feeling was slightly spoilt by the noises from the flat above. The drilling and banging from outside had stopped, as the workmen and ladies had packed up for the week now.

Once again, the TV programmes on offer had plenty that I would have liked to watch. Of course, I kept nodding off. The Hustle episodes were on too late for me to stand the slightest chance of my staying awake. Tsk, always moaning me! Hehe!