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.
Sys 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.
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.
Had 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.
Took 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.
Putting 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!
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.
Arriving 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, 
thanked 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!
Hobbled 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.
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?
Up 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!
Always 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 
shops 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.
I 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.
I 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.
So 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 apologised
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!
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.
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.
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!
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?
Then back up and had a wee-wee.
view. For once, the colouring came out exactly like it looked.
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.
I rechecked the Emails and found one from the Sherrington Park Medical Centre.
I went to book it on the calendar and found it clashed with the Dentist appointment! Humph!
When I got outside, I took this photo from below Woodthorpe Court.
But then, I did have the new extra warm coat on and my hat and gloves. 
Farewells offered, and I left to return to the flats.
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.
Got the potato cakes and Cumberland pie from the oven, onto the tray and added a lemon mousse and a sliced apple.
The instant I opened the door, the heat hit me – no wonder it was 
so warm in the flat. I’d left the damned oven on all night! A right recumbentibus to my spirits!
I noticed that the Alert Box had a yellow light flashing on it.
So slow and jumpy on Facebook for some reason. I did manage to get a Birthday Graphic done and sent off. Have a great time, Shirley! ♥ Heck, I’m a day late! I was twenty days too early on one last week. I am definitely getting weed off with myself for making so many errors lately.
Out into the unwelcoming drizzly morning, and along to the road to the Obergruppenfurheresses Wardens Office, a shelter for bus catchers and temporary Social Hut.
built ones seems to be having another floor/storey built on to it yet?
I dropped off at the bottom of Winchester Street Hill along with Welsh William, a final insult thrown my way as we parted. 
passing the library and passing the closed down Police Station, and avoiding the deep puddles of rain that had started appearing in the area.
walkers or ankle-snappers were spotted either even and besides!
this week.
As I walked up the hill to the pelican lights to cross over to the L9 bus stop, it was sad seeing so many shops closed down.
The drizzle got worse after I’d dropped off of the bus back at the flats.
The tray looked so appealing after I’d laid it out.
Without hesitation, I disentangled the blubber and limbs from the £300 second-hand recliner.
If the snow and ice do not suddenly clear, I could not imagine any buses would be available later. And the snow was still falling gently and thinly as I took these photos.
Virgin Media Down Again! 
(Lamb Hot Pot) and not what he got. 
I thought at £2.20 a tin, it must be the best, that’s why I bought it. Expected it to be prepared in some country barn somewhere with love and secret ingredients and spices of Olde England.
I got waste bags ready to take to the disposal chute. 
But, out I must go. I’ll take the black bags now.
I left the apartment earlier than ever, cause it ain’t gonna be pleasant and may take a long time to get through the weather into Sherwood then Carrington. This proved the case when I got outside. Haha!
I was unsure whether to walk on the hard bits, that offered the threat of my slipping over, or try to find some shallow snow to hobble over.
I said my cheery farewells, and without any fear or concern, I gallantly set off out on the walk to the surgery. (Okay, shaking like a leaf then!)
near Accifauxpa. I was in the deeper snow and soon found out there was ice underneath it! Although I didn’t go over, although I still don’t know how I didn’t. This caused Hernia Harold to kick off giving me grief for hours. Humph! 
Luckily, this part of Winchester Street pavement had been little walked on, so was more comfortable to manoeuvre through. 
Further down the footpath, it was more exposed to the bitter winds. 
Getting onto Mansfield Road, turning left up to the incline towards Carrington, and the risks changed. Here is all mud or snow with ice below.
I called in the Continental Food Store and treated myself to four slices of their rolled cooked belly pork with garlic and herbs added when made. No customers in the store at all, apart from me. This weather is doing nowt for their trade either! Paid the lady, and out into the snow and slush.
Up and over the crest of the hill.
Crossing this side-road, twice I early slipped over, but I regained my balance. This would be the balance of the body, of course. I lost the balance of my brain thanks to Virgin Media, several days ago.
Paid my dues and out to catch a bus back to Sherwood and catch an L9 one up to the flats.
The snowing had stopped, but there was plenty still laying on the floor that needs careful attention as I hobble, all lonely on my way to the flats. Hehehe!
The lift was in a right state when I got in it. All no doubt due to folk in that same position as I was; Soaking wet!
The snow had reduced to the odd spots occasionally.
Got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks and got the medications taken. The sys was the lowest its ever been?
I was surprised to see the snow had fallen, but from inside it looked terrific.
No taking of any pictures on the route, because manoeuvring along the snow and ice made hobbling-safely my main aim to concentrate on. 
The first thing that caught my ‘camera-eye’ was the pigeons on the ledges and tops of the Victoria Centre (Mall). Reminiscent of Hitchcock’s ‘The birds’, I thought Hehe!
I called in the Poundland store to see if they had any pork pies in, knowing they would not have.
Walked down Clumber Street, taking this picture of the affable, breezy, devil-may-care, easygoing, laid-back, polite, caring, gentle Nottinghamians as they cheerily made their way to the next store to shoplift from, or in search of their next mugging victim or to trip over a rough sleeper begging.
game popular nowadays; Spot-a-Policeman.
For some reason, although I had not walked much, the plate-of-meat started to sing. I decided to make my way back as the snow began to fall again.
Walking up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop and popped my head and camera over the railings so I could offer you this picture of some Nottingham Street Art.
As the bus made its way along Upper Parliament Street, I wedged the camera against the window and took some shots as we progressed along.
This is photographicalisation from the bus window. 
Went to get the noshing sorted and cooking.
I heated the beef and potato hot-pot and added a beef pastie slice to the tray ten minutes later, hoping they would both be cooked at the same time.
0155hrs: Woke in need of attention to the Porcelain Throne duties.
But things went from bad to worse. Blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and dried-blood Little Inchies Lesion between them ensured that after the Trotskies affected session, that I had a right mess to clean up! The floor, the cabinet, the bowl, the lid, the splashes and splatterings, and me! Not a good start to the day. I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed. Not to mention that all the bending to wash and scrub things ended with my clouting my elbow against the sink, and starting Hippy Hilda off as well!
Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Made apathetic and somewhat limp and half-hearted attempt at dividing the paperwork that will need sorting out, eventually.
I took a last picture from the kitchen window.
On the bus, and I dropped off at the bottom of Winchester street. The Newcastle lady, sorry I’m so sad with names, got off at the same time and we chinwagged as we went up Mansfield Road until she went into a shop. Lovely lady.
Got in and a receptionist told me to take a seat. (As if I’d nick anything? Hahaha!).
Hobbled back the way I arrived up Mansfield Road and down into Sherwood.
I poddled slowly along up the Sherwood end on Mansfield Road and popped into the Co-op to get some cheesy curls. But they didn’t have any. But I met a tenant from the Winchester Flats in there, and we had a good laugh or two between us.
Now, the next part of this tale might be hard for you to believe (Which is understandable cause it is a complete lie an told only for a bit of fun, Hehe!) I came out of the Co-op without buying anything. (This bit is, right) And as I was passing the cream cake shop… well this lady ran out and begged me to buy some of her cakes. She feared there might be some left over and was worried in case her boss found out! Well, I felt so sorry for her, I bought two so she wouldn’t have to worry. Ahem!
Where another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist annoying pedestrians was spotted and photographed.
I got in and put the purchases away. The cream cakes in the fridge, potato in the veg tray and the cans of stew in the cupboard.
Nosh served up. Despite this looking and tasting rather good, I could not eat anywhere near all of it. That horrible not feeling poorly but not being in control of things came over me. I didn’t eat the fresh cream cakes, just had a bite of each one?
Woken again by the Strobe-Pillow Fire Alarm activation. This time I didn’t even bother with doing any checks, as I saw that the notification had not gone through to the alarm centre, cause they would have called if it had. (I think?)
Off to the kitchen and did the Health Checks. When it came to taking the medications, a significant cock-up, come Whoopsiedangleplop was discovered. Last night, I’d imbibed the Midday medications in mistake for the evening ones. Got a little confused over this.
I could barely believe what the kitchen thermometer was indicating. It was on freezing? And I felt it too! Brr!
I tried to use the new system given me yesterday by Nurse Nichole to book the next appointment. After getting lost and in a muddle a few times I got registered on the network. But it said this would take a long time to be activated. This is not good, for I am as sure as Tony Blair has plutomania additions, I would forget to do it later. So I used the standard email route, which they told me not to use, once registered on the new system. But I’m not logged-in yet cause I have to await confirmation, and I am all confused now, and apologise for confusing you. Tsk!
I got the nosh ready.
Made a brew in the medium-sized China mug, and turned to carry it to the Ottoman, and Hippy Hilda gave-way painfully. I no longer have a medium sized China mug. Well, I do, but it is in hundreds of little pieces and has been deposited in the waste bin. Bending down to clean the kitchen floor started off Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna, and I cut my knee bending down, on a bit of broken porcelain. Beautiful that, just what I needed!
0030hrs: Got the machine going and back up the lift. The second elevator now lit up, but stuck on the ninth floor?
It was a lot warmer this morning.
I poddled around and ended up buying 2 pots of lemon yoghourt. Not cheap and very small, but they looked delicious with the lemon settled at the bottom of the glass pots. Some Part-Baked Rolls. The very naughty Frikadellens, and two tins of garden peas. I only spent £4.18. Good for me, that I think.
Had a wee-wee and made a mug of tea.
The weariness dawned, so I closed everything down and made the 
The DVT, INR Warfarin Level Results and new doses. No Email from the doctor surgery again. So, no chance of getting to the dentist.
0127hrs: Noticed that the temperature in the kitchen was much higher this morning at 54°f.
I opened the window to take a view of the morning skyline without reflections from the glass.
It all looks much a sameness to me. Although, this morning the weight had gone over the 15St mark!
The meal framework for the new build flats was coming on.
I walked along Chestnut Way, and I felt a bit of compassion for the car owners. Hehehe!
Down onto Mansfield road, and right up and over the incline, and down into Carrington. Where a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but hit me.
I limped along in the centre to the end and down the escalator and foolishly had a look in the Thorntons shop and asked a lady if they had any chocolate nougat. “Yes,” she said. Fetched a cubed box and asked if I’d like it gift-wrapped, no charge for this. My mind was finding it hard to connect to voice box or logicality as she bent down, revealing 
more than I could handle of her buxom cleavage, and came back up with a box already done. She added, while putting another box of chocolates on the counter, “You get these free when you buy the nougat selection”. She bent down again for some unknown reason as I got my card out to pay.
My attention was again distracted. I got the two boxes into the bag and made my way to the exit doors. I thought I’d better try to make sure the chocolates don’t get wet, so stopped under cover of the canopy to rearrange my bag. During which I came across the receipt for the nougat… £20!
ge anyway.
Crossed over the double-pelican lights on Maid Marion Way, and up Standard Hill. Stopping part way, to allow Anne Gyna to calm down.
enough to have to climb it on foot. The feet and knees started giving me bother shortly after this. Hehe!
I went on the web in the morning and found out that is was a Two-bedroomed flat, for sale at only £232,500.
Outside, the rain had stopped altogether now.
Across the road and down to the terminus.
f the Little John dome and clock as it arrived.
feet stinging!
I was glad not to see any workmen up on the platform hoists on the building in the rain.
A wagon delivering some machinery passed by us.
wee-wee. Another marathon session, but eventually it stopped. Haha!
A fumbling painfull few minutes as I disentangled my elephantine frame from the chair, and panic began to attack… A spilt part mug of orange juice and stubbed toe later, I got into the kitchen to check.
Made a mug of tea and got the Health Checks done and medications taken.
from the tap? 
The sky looked dark and dank, and this was when I realised what time it was.
photo through the window.
Checked the Emails.
I’d made on yesterdays graphics. I’d posted a version of the above graphic, but one of those I saved during the process and not the last one. I’d missed Sandie, who I made transparent to let the flowers show through. I did feel bad. Burke!
The wet-room was flooded! I didn’t notice when I went in earlier, cause only the slippers got wet. What a mess! I stripped off sharpish got the mop and bucket and foolishly the thick kitchen towels and dived back in to try and sort it. The drain was not working and would not until the shower was turned on. I used up both towels in seconds and no signs of benefit. The large bath mat was saturated, so I picked it up and tried to wring it in the sink – this only got more mess and bits floating about. I put it in a bucket and moved it out, beyond salvation that is now. Still, it only cost me £5.99 from Wilko so I can get another one today if I catch the bus on time that is.
ed on and eventually got it semi-sorted. Used the shower to move the dirt and bits to one place to get them lifted.
Only the one lift was working again.
The working lads had started to erect some vast metal frames and beams where the new flats are to be constructed between the two current 1962 built ones are.
I called into WHSmith to peruse their diaries. But for what they were, the prices put me off. Further along, a saw a retail outlet called Card Factory and went in there.
Out and through Trinity Square to the bus stop, as it worked out well I thought, only ten minutes and one would be due.
At the bus stop, there is a bench with room for four, or three if one is my size to sit down on. But, this Nottingham Street Art put me off sitting, and I stood instead.
Plenty of time en route to enjoy my cruciverbalist tendencies. (See pic right) This word was given me to use by Sister Jane, she’s smart yer know!
Got back to the flats eventually. Took this photograph through the end gate, it shows the metal things being put in place to build the new tenants flats.
Phew! All looked okay. I put the cleaner and new mat it straight away. Not only was this rug costlier than the first one from Wilko, but it was also half the size of it. Grrr!
f the potato in a bowl, adding cheese and a few drops of Balsamic Sauce to it. 
Got the tatties and cheese out of the oven. Left the things to soak in the sink and delved into the feast.