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Inchcock Today – Friday 8th September 2017: Accifauxpa, Whoopsiedangleplop, Depression and Trotsky Trouble. Still, it keeps me busy. Huh!

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Moral? Get Elected to Parliament and Fiddle Expenses?

Friday 8th September 2017

0235hrs: Rain and both types of wind greeted me when I sprang wide awake. Wind outside and from the rear quarters; Which prompted me to disentangle myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, and stub my toe as I hastily made my way to the Porcelain Throne.

Trotsky Terence made the session another messy one. Cleaned things up and into the kitchen. Took the medications with an extra ADR capsule.

Health Checks: Sys 160, Dia 71, Pulse 84, Temp 33.3 and, oh dear, Weight 14.9 Sob!

Back to the Throne, Humph!

Got the vegetables for the lamb meal prepared in the Crock-Pot with water and lamb gravy to season them a bit. Parsnips, mushrooms, orange peppers, carrots, red onions and leeks.

Bit of an Accifauxpa with the knife, Fool!

Made a mug of tea and got the computer on and updated yesterday’s post and did some graphicalisationing to use later.

0500hrs: Did the Email checks and WordPress reading. Then Facebooked for a while.

The stomach started to bloat even more, and the noises from within were gurgling away. Hehe!

Spent an hour doing more work on the next TFZer series.

5Fri020825hrs: Ablutions tended to.

0916hrs: Readied things and set off out to the bus stop.

A few other tenants met in the foyer, and an exodus of those residents took place, with me bringing up the rear. Hehe!

The rain had stopped altogether now, and we made our way to the end of the road and the bus stop.

We were joined by many others, from the Winchester Court Flats. I should think, there were 16 of us loitering, laughing and chattering away. The lady from Briarwood Home was passing and came over to tell me she had gained nearly two pounds in weight. I told her how proud I was of her because I was.

Had a go at the crosswords en route, and dropped off at the terminus on Queen Street.

I had a hobble around all sides of the Council House. On South Parade I noticed the new (Yet another) Burger King eatery had a sign telling us that they had 140 seats upstairs. I couldn’t count those on the ground floor, but there seemed to be the same amount there, so 280 seats. Oddly, I only 5 of them being used by customers as I passed by the place.

I limped down Exchange Walk, to find the new (I think during the day in town I must have walked by eight McDonalds), and this one claimed to have 240 seats available.

They had 12 customers in view.

There are more eateries and Charity Shops than retailers in some areas of the City nowadays.

I called into the M & S food hall in their basement and had a wander around. Didn’t buy anything, just had a nosey. Despite there being a lot of tempting tasty foods on offer, I resisted. (Smug mode adopted)

I exited the store and wandered around ST Peter’s Church area. The old cafe on Hounds Gate that closed two years ago, still lay empty. But I saw that the Estate Agents had put up a new To Let board, in a vain hope of tempting some sucker to try their luck and fail in retailing?

The Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came into view as a bonus. Haha!

I nipped up to the Audiology Clinic to check the date for the hearing test (The reason I was in town) and managed the hill without too much hassle.

The same two ‘Don’t-disturb-our-conversation’ Obergefreiteress receptionists were on duty as on my last visit. And still gossiping away with each other again as they pretended to deal with the patients. I got to the counter of the other lady this time to be given the disdain, derision and scorn that emitted from her expression and vocal-comments, in a far more hostile and practised manner than from those that the other girl offered last week. Obviously, she was the more experienced ‘Put-Downer’ of the two. She had vitiated my day within seconds of her first comment. A true professional disparager, with a smooth, natural tristifical approach to the elderly patients, that the NHS needs to keep the old varmints away and save money! Might I vote for her as ‘The Most Valuable Asset within the NHS’ poll in the newspaper?

Down the hill and called at the Sainsbury Shop and got some flatbread and a bottle of Spring Water.

Round the corner and into the Slab Square. Where the removal of the Nottingham Beach and the entertainment rides and stalls was still going on.

A rare sight at the corner of the Council House, two PCSO’s (Police Community Support Officers). They have had their number cut by 40% as part of the Government cost cutting.

The real star of this shot was the little girl hanging onto her Mother’s hand. As soon as she saw me with the camera up to my eye, the biggest most appealing smile came over her face. Lovely, An entertainer in the making.

As I made my way to the bus stop, this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on Long Row, weaved his way speedily and dangerously I thought, through the pedestrians, coming far too close to them for comfort. He had a box on his back with UBER written on it. I assumed he was a food delivery chap?

I was well early at the bus stop, so I walked up around the corner and had a wander down the narrow Norfolk Place.

This alleyway always reminds me of America, due to the AC units outside of the windows.

I investigated this building closer and found that in the photograph, is nine student flats.

When I got home, I looked on the web out of interest and found: They cost from £135 (Flat nine single room) to £160 to £200 a week: The higher being for the same room but double occupancy.

Modern kitchen, Shower & WC, High-Speed Internet, Study desk & chair, Shelves, Double bed, Television flat screen HD, Full insulation, Large sofa, Electric cookers, Fridge/freezer, Microwave oven, Shared Laundry Room, Includes Freeview, Water, the Internet, Contents insurance, CCTV.
Electricity: £12. I wonder if the owners take over 70’s in, who are studying survival? Hehe!

Back to the bus stop and caught one home.

Off the bus at the apartments and into the flat ASAP and enjoyed a Porcelain Throne visit for 15 minutes! That was three minutes activities and 12 minutes cleaning up afterwards. Humph!

Got the lamb cooking, other stuff was already in the Crock-Pot.

The wind outside was getting up rather violently, so that gave me an excuse not to clean the dirty kitchen windows again. Tsk!

Fatigue fell on me, as is usual lately in the afternoons.

A rinse and into the jammies, Health Checks and medications were taken – then back to the Porcelain Throne, but it turned out to be a false alarm, just wind from the bloated innards.

Got the nosh sorted and presented on the tray.

This was not a good result at all. In fact, a bad one all round, one of my worst for yonks and yonks. Humph!

The lamb while looking well shriven, was smelling very nice, was not very hot at all, the sauce seemed curdled? I tried adding some Bisto lamb gravy stock to it but realised too late I had used Bisto Pork gravy stock. The vegetables were alright, mind. I ate it all the same but felt that I shouldn’t have after, as the bloated stomach got more and more distended and painful.

Trotsky Terence demanded a return to the Throne and got one. Messy once again and took a lot of sorting and cleaning when over with.

However, I did feel much easier after the session and treated myself to some of the Morrison’s Lemon curd Ice-Cream.

Within seconds of enjoying this, it was back to the Porcelain Throne! I was aware of how lucky I had been that Trotsky didn’t attack while I was out and about!

Took another of the capsules and an extra painkiller.

Slowly the innards seemed to settle, and I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner, and watched three Hustle DVD episodes, without falling asleep, too!

Got up for a wee-wee, and realised I’d left the hot water tap running.

Despondency came over me. Genuine real few ennui minutes. So much so, that when I got settled again and turned off the TV and DVD, sleep would not come, for the brain was racing. Trundling along of its own accord, self-recriminations, loathing… the failures, inabilities even loneliness… I was a mental wreck for a while.

Now I know I am a lucky person because I was not coping with these emotions well at all – when the innards winds blasted out, and another rush to the wet room was needed, it helped.

Even I had to laugh (between curses, Hehe!) when I stubbed my toe again en route, on the same flipping bucket, the bucket that everytime I stub the tootsie on, I swear to move, and don’t! I’ve now moved it! The session was mostly wind, but still needed a bit of cleaning up afterwards again. All this seemed to help me forget the blues and depression, and I limped back to the chair and got down, the world was a different place.

Wierd or what?

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 5th September 2017: INR Blood Test – Under the Brolly Photos and The Botox Meal?

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Illegal parkers corale the end left-end legally parked car? Hehehe!

Tuesday 5th September 2017

Swedish: Tisdagen den 5 September 2017

0400hrs: Stirred in a loose form of life (Not much sleep at all), and immediately I’d dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and got the light on, signs of nocturnal nibbling were found. Got the had hoover and removed the crumbs from the chair and carpet. (Naughty Inchcock!)

To the Porcelain Throne, a much easier and more successful session this morning cheered me up a bit this did.

Health Checks results: Sys 153 Dia 74 Pulse 76 Temp 34.0 Weight 14.88

Took the medications with a mug of nice healthy strong Thompson’s tea.

Consulted the Google Diary and made sure it matched with the written diary for this week up to now.

Today, the Morrisons Delivery is due twixt 0600 > 0700hrs, and the INR Blood Test at the surgery for 1000hrs.

Started to update and finish yesterday’s diary. While doing this, I heard a dog barking, although I didn’t recognise what it was at first, until I looked down outside and took a photograph of a man walking his dog. Early risers, then.

Early risers, then. The man was under the trees, but the dog could be seen behind the parked cars as they passed by, the owned was hidden in under the tree branches. Loud bark this dog had if I heard him on the twelfth floor?

I felt a bit sorry for the end legally parked car on the left, getting almost corralled in by the two illegally parked ones.

I got medication pots done and back in the drawer. Made a note remember to ask the nurse for a prescription for some extra Codeine 60g and Omeprazole.

I also hoped that Nurse Nichole would be on duty this time.

As the rain started coming down, I made up a nibble bag and pressie for Nichole.

The Morrison chappie arrived with the fodder.

I sorted it out, and the fridge and in particular the freezer, are now brimming full again.

Got on with the ablutionalisational activities, then got everything needed in the bag, nibbles for Nurse Nichole, nibbles for the others, hat, umbrella, crossword book and bus pass. Decided I had to wear a coat today to repel the weather, so swapped everything from the shirt pockets to the deep coat pockets. Got the coat on (mistake this) and checked the lights, taps etc. in the flat, and took the bin bags with me to drop in the chute and a box of recyclable stuff to take down and leave at the caretaker’s door. Which I did, as I left the premises.

The rain was persistent, as was evident by the deep puddles.

There were very few workmen on site this morning, again.

I can’t blame them, with this weather.

Walking on towards the end of the road I came across a few traffic cones had been mangled since yesterday?.

No people about this location.

As I passed the Winchest Courts, a van drew up so something might be done today, like work of the flats? Hehe!

I turned back to take this photo on the right of the chaps braving the rain.

Down Winchester Street Hill, struggling with the bag and umbrella a bit most of the way, and had to keep changing hands, as Arthur Itis and Craig Camps were starting to dislike the weather perhaps?

Onto Mansfield Road and left up to the hill.

Taking my time, as  I had 30 minutes before the appointment for the INR blood test over the crest in Carrington.

And the plates had started giving me grief now as well. Tsk!

On the brow of the hill, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came a touch close to my shoulders as he sped by me.

He did not enamour himself to the chap at the bus stop either. I think a few well-chosen words were exchanged.

Got into the surgery and a new receptionist was on duty. A nice pleasant looking plump young thing. But she did not speak very loudly but was very nice. (Give them time to work on her though, and she might end up an excellent Cutting remark and Look down a nose at patients graded, just like the others).

I forgot all about asking them for a prescription and to book a flu-jab date. Tsk!

I took my seat and got the crossword book out, Then the good arrived. It was Nurse Nichole who came out to collect me. I was tickled pink. She soon had me done, a quick chinwag and I was off and gone.

Over the road and passed by the Chemists forgetting this time to check on the date to collect the prescriptions. Fool!

I wandered down to see if the Lidl Store had been reopened yet. No, they were still working on it. No shelving erected yet, so it looks like being a good while yet.

I caught a bus back into Sherwood. When I dropped off, the rain seemed to be easing off.

I had to look at my mobile phone to get the time from it, but the battery had died! A message flashed up momentarily telling me the battery was critically low, then the thing closed down on its own. For some reason, I suddenly remembered it is the yahrzeit of Annie from the flats, and I felt a little down, but good memories came to me of her. Bless her.

I stood and waited for the time to come round on the nearest bus timetable display. There were forty minutes before a bus would arrive to get me back up the hill to the flats. So I did a tour of the second-hand Charity shops, to see if they had any narrow at the top cups or mugs and a lightweight coat with plenty of pockets for sale. I went into the Sue Ryer shop first. As I was looking at clothing and tried on a jacket, to find it was far too small, I checked out the pockets and found a 50p coin inside. Plodded around to view the kitchen wear section and found a nice sized cup and bought it, giving the lady the fifty pence piece I’d discovered and told her where I found it.

Then over the road and into the Mind Charity shop, but they had nowt of interest to me. Then up to the Oxfam, noting there and then the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Here I spotted a World of Clarkson – For Crying Out Load motoring book. I do not like this millionaire man in the least, but give him his due, his cutting wit I do find worthy, and bought the book.

As I moved up the hill to the bus stop, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist crossed over Hall Street, coming too close for comfort to a lady. The Git! He had a full face helmet on though?

Peggy from the flats with her neighbour bloke was at the stop when I arrived. We had a jolly good nattering, and laughter session before the bus arrived and continued on the bus after it came.

Peggy got a move on her way to the flats but had to stop for breath a couple of times. I caught her up and stayed with her each time.

We arrived at the foyer together and up in the lift had a laugh about things in general. Mostly the fact that we were both in need of our wet room Porcelain Thrones, Hehe! As she got off on the floor below mine, she suggested I do not wee-wee myself, and departed chuckling away to herself.

I got in and utilised the Porcelain first thing.

Washed and used the new cup/mug for a brew of tea.

Got the Crock-Pot going with a potato and garden peas in it, ready for later.

Cleaned the kitchen floor.

Then, I got the computer on to update this diary. During which, I got a message from the Grammarly Editor:

I had to look up Parallelism: The use of successive verbal constructions in poetry or prose which correspond in grammatical structure. Erm…? My lack of primary education coming to the fore here! Can anyone explain in simple terms, please, what I did wrong?

The rain stopped, and the smell and view outside were fantastic.

Got the oven warming up. Did some Facebooking, better late than never. Then some WordPress reading.

Got the potatoes letters in the oven.

Computer off. Perused the TV magazine, rather pointless really; cause I’m only going to have nod-offing-periods.

Got nosh prepared. Did a lot of messy work on this one. Sliced a boiled potato and added Soy sauce on them, fresh garden peas, the last bit of pork ribs, tomatoes with balsamic vinegar dressing, sliced apple, pork loin and oven cooked potato letters. Added a seaweed stick and had lemon curd yoghourt and a lemon mousse. I forgot the yellow peppers but can have them tomorrow all being well.

Washed the pots and cleared up – a nice change from falling alseep and having to do this in the morning. Had a visit to the Porcelain Throne and took the medications and Health Checks done. Sys 161 Dia 72 Pulse 80 Temp 34.1, all looks good to me.

I settled to watch some TV and nodded off of course, and seemed to have dreams every time I did? But could I remember them? No! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 29th August 2017: No Nurse Nichol today, Inchcock is depressed and inconsolable. Poor old thing!

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Tuesday 29th August 2017

2017 අගෝස්තු 29 අඟහරුවාදා (Sinhala)

Woke around 0320hrs: The mind once again in turmoil and reluctant to allow me to organise my thoughts. I seemed incapable of divaricating the mass of useless, pointless and inconsequentialities milling about within a few quintessential important issues? A losing battle. Humph!

0415hrs: No signs of any nibbling around the chair. I made my move to escape the £300 second-hand recliner, encouraged by the need to make use of the Porcelain Throne. Another messy session that needed things cleaning up afterwards.

Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications, and boy what a sight the morning sky was. I went out onto the balcony to make this beautiful photographicalisation.

Which was not a good idea – when coming back into the room I caught the headphone cable with my foot. The cable extension plug came out, the TV repositioned itself, and I stubbed my toe on the ottoman! Good start, Hehe!

I cursed and cleared up the ensuing mess.

I observed the reminder note I’d left on the TV screen, Morrison’s delivery and INR blood Test Today.

Dia 156, Sys 84, Pulse 91, Temp 31.4 and the weight… Down to 14.78!

The tea had gone cold, so I went back to the kitchen to make another… this was when I noticed as I got the milk out of the fridge, a Gooey mess had leaked from something down into the bottom of the refrigerator and onto the freezer door below. I had to move the whole unit to make room for the salad drawer to come out and cleaned it all up.

After finishing it all off and cleaning the bowl I’d used, I spotted this little mite clinging onto my finger and blood-sucking away! Shaking the hand did not budge it at all?

I checked the fridge but could see no more signs of any of them? Puzzled now!

Puzzled again, when the time for the Morrison delivery had passed, so I checked the email – seems I put it on a wrong day, today by error for tomorrow. Whatta da Plonka!

While on the Emails, I checked them out and did some WordPress reading.

Posted this photograph of Fooey that Pete sent me. Did an Email asking if I could have permission to visit Jane, Pete and Fooey on Friday this week if they are in of course? No reply yet. I just hope that Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald etc. permit me to. Huh!

Had to stop and get ready to do the ablutions, so I wasn’t late for the INR Warfarin Blood Test, hopefully with Nurse Nichole. Got them done and down into the lobby – When I realised I’d forgotten the hearing aids.

So, back up to the flat to collect them, and by the time I’d got back down again, I realised there would not be time (30 minutes) for me to hobble to the surgery in time. So, I waited for the 1030hrs bus to catch it down into Sherwood.

Took a few photographs of a bee on the flowers on the verge. I made five in all, but only this one had the bee in it. It was quick, Hehe!

Had a laugh and chinwag with some of the residents also waiting.

Got down to Mansfield Road and waited for a bus.

Not much traffic around,

Caught a but for the three stops to Carrington.

Into the surgery, reported to the Obergefreiteress Receptionist, and sat down for ten seconds and I was called in, not by Nurse Nichole, but Obergruppenfurheress Nurse Anne.  Sad!

She called my name, then said; ‘Follow me!, ‘Come in!’ as we got to the treatment room door. ‘Go through!’, then ‘Sit!’ This was the verbal theme throughout. She took the blood, and I thanked her meekly and handed over the bag of nibbles and exited the place.

Walked down into Carrington to see if the Lidl shop had reopened yet. It had not, and was still a shell.

Caught a bus back into Sherwood and called into the Co-op store, got a small beef pie, cherry tomatoes and wholemeal bread thins.

Noticed a chap sat in the outside seats of the cafe. The man was wearing a Sherlock Holmes style hat,  blue jeans with white polka-dots and motifs on them, a German Tyroleon green jacket, no socks on and footwear that looked like slippers. Smoking a light brown cigarillo. Also, he was eating some black forest gateau from his knee with a gigantic cup of coffee and passing proliferous blasts of wind! I admired his style in doing his own thing!

Some interesting buses spotted in the photo above. The white one is coming from London to Nottingham, (Or not as the case may be?),  the Maroon one Nottingham to Mansfield and double-decker from Nottingham to the Broxtowe Estate, that’s claim to fame is being the second highest gun-crime and the highest drug crime of all the Estates 2016.

Up to the bus stop, where tenant May was waiting, we had jolly gossip. The bus arrived with many other tenants on it, and I chin-wagged with Mary from flat 38. Arrived at the apartments and the three of us, Mary, May and Welsh Bill hobbled to the flats, with me coming in last as usual.

Up to 72, had a wee-wee and set about sorting the meal for later. The potatoes I’d got in the crock-pot earlier, with Basalmic dressing in the pot. I got the sage and onion stuffing mix in a basin ready to mix and the beef pie to hand, ready to go in the oven with the filling after it had been on for ten minutes to balance out times needed.

Got the oven warming up and updated this diary.

Checked the Emails.

Added the beef pie to the sage & onion with mushrooms stuffing

Caught up on Facebooking.

Health Checks and medicationalisationing sorted.

Cut up the tomatoes and added the balsamic vinegar to them.

Got the meal served up.

This was rather tasty, and a rating of 8.8 was given.

I do not know if it might have been the stuffing or not, but there followed an elongated period of passings of the wind and Reflux Roger started giving me some nasty hassle. Later to be joined by Anne Gyna.

Nodded off as soon as I settled to watch some DVD, but it was a very fretful time. Forever waking up and being unable to recall any of the dreams I knew I’d been having, and with bothersome stabbing pains from Anne Gyna.

Waking up so often, and now in pain around the left foot big toe? Feels like when I stub it, but I cannot recall doing so recently? Getting a bit fed-up with it now.

Hey-ho! TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 22nd August 2017

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Quomodocunquizer – Someone who will use any means foul or fair to make money

Tuesday 21st August 2017

Turkish: 21 Ağustos 2017 Salı

Sleep had become impossible as my jargogled mind seemed intent (and was successful) in my not getting any rest or respite.

0235hrs: After a while of my meditating on life and roast chestnuts, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and noticed a note I’d left myself laid over the computer screen, to remember the INR Warfarin Blood Test this morning at 0905hrs. This cheered me up at the thought that I may see Nurse Nichole if she is on duty?

Cheered a little by this, I decided to get the laundry duties done straight away, well, after a visit to the Porcelain Throne, that went very well, Trotsky Terence was getting much easier to live with now.

0248hrs: The accoutrements and clothes gathered, I made my way down to the laundry room. I got the machine going after having to clean some pink gooey stuff off of the drum, left presumably from the last user.

Nipped out into the slightly foggy morning and took this photographicalisation of the block.

Going up in the other lift, one of the elevator’s lights were flashing, or rather, kept going dim occasionally?

Had a wee-wee, and went to make a brew and have a mug of Thompson’s super-tasty-strong tea and take the medications. Twas here that I realised that only Anne Gyna out of all the ailments, was giving me any grief. Oh, that’s not right, I forgot about Arthur Itis and Craig Cramps who are both currently having a go at the fingers. No complaining from me, though. The Rumbling Innards, Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, and Shaking Shaun are all acting most kindly to me. The boils had disappeared. Even Trotsky Terence has eased off massively now.

Did the health checks and got a shock from the scales at the weight I’d increased to too! If Nurse Nichole is on duty this morning, I’ll tell her and ask her advice. I am sure I’m not overeating, and am trying to get in as much exercise as I can? Sys 159, Dia 77, Pulse 88, Temp 34.8 and  Weight 14.96 – Oh dear.

0300hrs: Time to go down and move the gear from the washer to dryer.

I spotted a new notice on the wall board from Obergefrieteress Jenny.

I’m not sure about not many people turning up to the meetings, but the cabin was jam-packed on the one I went to. Mind you, most of us were guessing at what was being said, No Subtitles in real life, you see. Haha! And at least two of us old ones I noticed had nodded-off! Haha!

I know that Jenny thinks using all caps on the notices helps those with poor eyesight, but it does not read quickly or easily, to me, typed like this. Not moaning, just mentioning.

0329hrs: Moved the washing and went back up and got onto the computer. Finalised the Monday Diary and got it posted. Did a graphic for the page top.

0435hrs: Back down to the Laundry Room to collect and collate the clothes. Got them sorted.

I was puzzled and wondered what the reason was for the new looking spoon on the top of the dryer?

In one of the two lifts, the number twelve button does not light up, in fact, it broke the day I moved in.

Anyway, I went up in the one that does light up, and it started flashing on and off?

Just thought I’d mention it.

Got the gear stored away and had a wee-wee, starting sneezing now?

Began this diary.

The weather was getting a lot less misty now. A definite blue hue, too. Hehe!

Time getting on now, so I got to checking the Emails and WordPress reading, so I had time before having to get the ablutions and medicationalising, so as not be late getting to the surgery and possibly, Nurse Nichole.

Ablutions tended to, medicationalisationing done and out with the bag of nibbles, ready to go to the surgery. Well, I got as far as the foyer doors, and a lady spoke to me, and I did not hear what she said, so I went back up and collected the hearing aids. Tsk! Down again and passing the bus stop, there must have been 18 tenants waiting in the queue.

Down Winchester Street Hill and hobbled through the side streets onto Mansfield Road.

Diversions were in progress around this area.

Left and up the hill, then over the crest and down into Carrington.

The plates were soon stinging.

As I went down the incline, my mind had another wandering off on its own course period.

I walked straight passed the Sherrington Park Surgery, as far as the Tavistock Court Flats before realising.

Hobbled back to it, felt a right fool again!

Logged in with the receptionist and sat down doing the crosswords.

The joy of Joy… Nurse Nichole came to fetch me in! She took the blood, and I was in a dream at seeing her again. I gave her a box of Terry’s Orange Chocolate,  and a bag of nibbles for the others and departed.

Walked down into Carrington with the aim of visit the pharmacy to find out when the next prescriptions are due to be collected and then Lidl to get some bread. (This did not happen)

The chemist informed me the 8th September was the date for the prescriptions to be fetched. I wrote this on the cover of the crossword book so as not to forget.

Limped down to Lidl, and found the property a shell, with everything gone from inside and workmen clearing things out?

I took this photograph with the lens up against the window to show how the far end of the building had had the wall removed.

Nobody told me this was going to happen? Hehe! Nor a lady who arrived and we had a laugh about it. We both decided to go back to Sherwood to do our shopping. Huh!

Wonder if they were upgrading or had they left the site?

Spotted some more Nottingham Street Art on the corner outside the store.Got a bus back into Sherwood and called in the Polish Food Shop. Spent a lot of dosh there, got some belly pork with herbs and garlic,

Got a bus back into Sherwood and called in the Polish Food Shop. Spent a lot of dosh there, got some belly pork with herbs and garlic, Continental sliced bread and Krakowsa. Walked up the road window shopping and into the Co-op. Got some towels, vinegar and tomatoes.

To the bus stop and a nattering with some other residents waiting alongside me.

When we got back, they showed me a clean pair of heels as we all walked to the flat from the bus stop.

But they were still waiting for an elevator when I arrived, and we went up together. The lady Betty, I think, said the other block of flats has had their lifts out of action all weekend!

In and had a wee-wee. Put the food away. Sandwiches tonight I think, or even earlier, I was getting food pangs again.

The computer on to update this diary.

Medications and Health Checks were done.

Got the super-sandwiches sorted. Continental bread, sliced English tomatoes dabbled with balsamic vinegar, and belly pork with herbs and garlic.

Got the potato nuggets in the oven, and did a bit of work starting off the next TFZer Graphicalisationalistical Series, I am calling, at the moment, “TFZers in Nottingham” for the album. Only got a bit of prepping done of the first one, and it was time to retrieve the nuggets from the oven.

Incredibly tasty meal. Rated 9.2/10, the only problem is where the potato nugget I dropped went to? Huh!

Nodded off, when I woke and extracted my body from the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee, I discovered the escaped nugget must have fallen into the slipper I’d just put on. I had to smile to myself and query how the escapee had managed to travel so far as to enter the footwear? Hehe!

I think I can report that Trotsky Terence has all but given up annoying me – mind you if I remember rightly, this has happened in the past, and he has returned with 24hrs with even more venom? So I’d better not mention this. Too late now innit?

Evening medications were taken and I got settled to watch some TV, Amazingly staying awake for a whole one-hour programme of the Dog Rescuers! Then the brain started off with it’s everything needs pondering, fretting and evaluation mode. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 15th August 2017: Ginormous Hobble, Accifauxpa, Whoopsiedangleplop, Miscalculations, Memory blanks, Dizzies and Blunders impeded progress today!

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Those I can recall, anyway

Tuesday 15th August 2017

Thai: วันอังคารที่ 15 สิงหาคม พ.ศ. 2560

I awoke with the mind vesuviating with the most extreme, and yet extraneous, a nugatory mass of confusing thought-diablerie rattling away, almost painfully so. As soon as I saw the hand-written notice I’d left to remind myself not to forget the INR blood test at 0750hrs, things in the brainbox cleared a lot and the ability to concentrate had become available for me again. Oh, I also had Craig Cramp with me in the legs.

As I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner, I shuddered at how cold it was this morning. Brr! Then limped to the Porcelain Throne, all went well with this.

Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications. It was now that I realised the clock showed 0150hrs, I checked on the other clock, and it was right. Up and at them? Eh? Hehe!

Made a brew and did the readings:

Sys 135, Dia 65, Pulse 74 (Never been lower, but I think this is good?) Temperature high, 35.9 and the weight had down down a tiny bit at 14.81, most welcome, that.

Computer turned on and updated yesterday’s post and got it posted.

An Epson update came through, and I downloaded it. IT said this would take a while, so I went off for a wee-wee and made another brew.

When I got back, it told me it could not find the printer. Turned it off and on again, and it restarted the update. No idea what it downloaded?

I checked the Emails and WordPress reading. Then on Facebooking.

Made the graphic for use at the top of this page. Did some prep work for the TFZer ones.

Ablutions were seen to, no showering this early, cause of the neighbours being disturbed. Made sure the nibbles for the nurses and paperwork were in the bag, checked that I had got the box with the hearing aids in for the audio clinic, and set off.

Departed at 0640hrs, should leave plenty of time for a perusal and photographs of any Nottingham Nature Album planned greenery on the way down to the surgery.

As I went down the steep hill into Sherwood, I spotted this spider up above some bushes. Tried a few times, well many photographicalisations were made, much time was taken in an attempt to get a clear closer shot of it, but failed miserably to get the camera to allow me to. Humph!

Further down and I heard a wood pigeon giving off a mating gurgle and saw another one join the first high up in a Chestnut tree.

The leaves rustled madly, and I did my best to get a clear shot of the romantic couple who were high up in the shrubbery. This is the best I could manage. They are situated in the centre just above half way up. Bless them!

Feeling smug that I’d noticed them, I put the camera back in my pocket and proceeded on down the hill, when Dizzy Dennis attacked, and I had to lean up against someone’s garden wall for a minute or so. Thinking about it, I put this spell down to a self-imposed wobbly session, due to all the head back and up movements during picture taking of the spider and dicky-birds?

Down to the lights and left and up Mansfield Road hill towards Carrington.

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist zoomed towards me. But she slowed down and gave me a wide berth. Good gal, thanks.

I wobbled along on my way to the surgery. As I passed a bus stop, I saw it was later than I thought and got a move on as fast as I could. All the photographicalisationing and Dizzy Dennis had made me later than planned. I got there at 0746hrs for the 0750hrs appointment. Phew!

I was soon called in by Obergruppenfureress Anne. Not wanting to sound cruel, but how I wished it would have been Nurse Nichole, instead.

“How are you today?” she barked mechanically, as we entered the treatment room. “Fine thank you, how are you?” – “Sit down get your sleeve up, we are only allowed ten minutes to take blood!” That was the end of that conversation!

While she was taking the blood, I bravely told her about the Dizzy Dennis attack, and she asked me what else, should I expect when lifting my head up? I think I apologised.

All done, as I was getting my coat back one, one of the sweetest sounds I’ve heard drifted into my hearing aids! It was the voice of Nurse Nichole. She was even more desirous looking than usual, for she had a sun-tan – of course, she had been away on holiday. My hopes raised that perhaps next weeks blood may be taken by her.

So buoyed up with knowing Nurse Nichole was back, I made the instant decision to walk on even further, into Nottingham and visit the Audio clinic to see if they could help with old hearing aids or even arrange for some new ones for me. Cause it has been a good many years since I had them in the first place and no checks or maintenance has been called for from them (The NHS Audio Clinic people)?

The feet and knees were in a bit of a painful and poor state by the time I’d got half way there. But still, it serves me right!

When I came out of Tesco with edible treats, the rows of plants each had their own human planted displays of Nottingham Street Art. Part of their ‘Smokus Residouous’ range? Hehe!

One even had a condom in it. Huh!

Made my through Nottingham across the Slab Square (The amusements and beach were closed, must open later?) and up Standard Hill to the Audio Clinic. And what a hill it is, in great pain by the time I got there. (Ah, well!)

And, what a couple of Whoopsiedangleplops when I got in and joined the long queue and opened the box with the hearing aids in it. First, they were not in it, they box was empty! And I could not have got anything seen to or repaired anyway because I’d also forgotten to take the Audio Clinic Record Book! Gnash! Fed-up, disgusted, frustrated and indignant with myself. Especially after all the effort time and pain, I went through to get to the clinic. I actually became bellicose with myself. Burk!

Embarrassed? I felt myself going erubescent inside!

Dispirited, I made my way to the L9 bus stop. Going down the hill, which should have been easier was not. The shoes rubbed on the corns and hard skin and grew more irritable with me.

Got on the bus, and it was the friendly nice lady driver. She pointed out that it was too early to use the Pensioners bus-pass that I had presented her with. What a day! She told me to sit down and swipe it later, with a smile on her face. I gave her some nibbles and thanked her.

Gave her an extra nibble as I got off at the flats. I got some funny looks from the regulars in the queue to get on the bus. I bet they wondered where I’d been so early. Hehe!

In the flat and got the Porcelain Throne first job that needed tending to. Made a brew and got the computer on.

It took me hours to get the photographs sorted and arranged to go on this diary, as I updated it.

After which, I chopped some red onions and parsnips, sprayed them with oil and got them into the oven. Got the mackerel marinating in sweet BBQ sauce. Peas and mushrooms in the saucepan. Chopped the beetroot and apple with the tomatoes drenched in balsamic vinegar, all ready for when the parsnips and onions are done. I hope

Later, I spread some flat bread with imitation butter.

Made a map of the ginormous hobble today.

Medicalisationing carried out.

Made a super nosh, but for some reason when it came to downloading the photograph of it, I could not find it in the camera? Only the secondary shot of the naughty fresh cream French Horn cakes from Tesco that I took at the same time at the side of the plate?

The recipe or ingredients have changed on these what used to tasty delights. I shall not bother repurchasing them again.

Wearied with my exertions even more than usual, I got the Boon DVD on to watch some more. A futile gesture I should have known would only send me into hectic nod-off periods. But, they were only lasting a few minutes. The mind seemed to be going ballistic in its determination to tease and unsettle me, and it took hours before I got to sleep properly, not good.

TTFN folks.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 9th August 2017: Lots of things achieved today. He say’s with head swagging! Hehe!

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Wednesday 9th August 2017

Basque: Asteazkena, Abuztuak 9, 2017

0120hrs: Up and to the Porcelain Throne. No bleeding, but signs of Trotsky Terence returning. Huh! IT was still raining out side. Back into the £300 second-hand recliner and tried to recall the dreams, but all I could tell was that they were not nice again, no details.

0312hrs: Awake and in need once again of the Throne. Yes, Trotsky is coming back for sure. On the bright side, still no bleeding from Duodenal Donald or Haemorrhoid Harold.

Went to make a brew and take the medications and realised I’d not taken any of last nights medications. I took just one-and-a-half Warfarin with the morning dosages. Did the Health tests.

Nipped out on the balcony while the rain had relented a bit, and took this photographicalisation. A free unused car parking space was spotted down below.

Came back in, on the computer and made the graphic for the top of this page.

Back to finish making another mug of tea to replace the first one that went cold, and pondered a while on what needed doing today. INR DVTblood test at the City Hospital, call in the Clinic while there to see the rearranged op again. Call in the hearing centre in town, to get replacement tools for those I can no longer find or have lost so I can clean them properly. Then the train of thoughts went wonky again – how do I sort out the rota? Must go to the INR test first, then the clinic, then into town hearing centre – must take the brolly and walking stick with me in case Dizzy Dennis returns… Ah, but I have to visit the bank as well… Confusion followed by the oddest uncontrollable attitude for me. I just thought, “Sod it, it’ll sort itself out?” Is the old brain getting tired as well as the body?

Then, started this diary off up to here. Then got on finishing off yesterdays, and got it posted.

WordPress reading and Emails checked.

Worked out my hobbling route to the hospital, and to the bus stop to catch one into town, unless I time it wrong?

I just hope the rain is not too bad, but it looks set in at the moment. Tsk!

0550hrs: Might get some under-the-brolly photographs in today?

Went onto Facebooking for a while. Then started a TFZer graphic. Got it done.

Ablutions tended to, I changed into the togs and made sure the brolly and cap were in the bag.

Set off down the elevator and over and up the gravel hill footpath to the top and left down through to Mansfield Road.

As I wandered along, the rain stopped.

Not many people or dogs about, I can only see one of each in the whole place?

To the top of the hill and down Edwards Lane. Noticed some cars had been graffitied, took a photo of them, and when I got back much later to the flat to transfer all the pictures to the computer, this one was not on the SHD card?

To the bottom of the road and left going over the Pelican lights across the dual carriageway ring road.

As I limped along, whistling to myself and perusing the scenery over the tennis courts, what did I see?

Some Nottingham Street Art just outside of the outer netting to the courts.

Perhaps it had been thrown over the fencing along the road? Fly tipping they call it.

I was so intent on looking at this rubbish I tripped on some weeds and very nearly went over. Luckily being so close to the iron bars, I managed to stop myself going over by grabbing at them and holding on! Not any bother at all. No wounds or bumps.

Seconds later, this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist (Git!) nearly had me over then. Tsk!

I think I must have heard him coming from behind me. Proof for sure, that the new hearing aids are a lot better than the old ones, without a doubt! Unless I imagined hearing him approaching?

In the next few hundred yards or so, I got two shots of Nottingham Nurture, and both animals posed and gave me time to take the photographicalisations of them.

Although, the second one did not have much choice. Hehe!

No dizzies at all yet, doing well.

The French Bouille courts were well flooded, and the free-to-use (Although, I have never seen anyone using them) keep-fit equipment machines were going a bit rusty in places.

I turned right at the traffic island and up Hucknall Road, and called in the GUM Clinic.

The usual antisocial snotty Obergruppenfurher was working on the reception, and I asked if I could wait to speak with Dr Wieczorkowski – adding hastily and raising my voice a tad; He told me I could call any Wednesday morning and ask to see him in his Email!” A sneer, of an obviously well rehearsed and considerable superiority and in depth hatred, was visually shot back at me. The lips curled in well-practised and prize-worthy imitation of contempt. With a backwards flip of his head,  off the disappeared, mumbling something I failed to apprehend.

Returning a few minutes later, and through gritted teeth and with an almost growling voice, as he pointed to the waiting room, verbally spat out; “In there and wait, it may be over an hour!” An odd, unexpected painful smile crept over his lips, and the faintest sound of a chuckle was audible?

I really have learnt how to annoy him back now. I put on my sweetest smile, put my head to one side and whispered; “Well, thank you so much!”

I sat down with the other waiting patients and got the crossword book out before I could take a look at a clue, a nurse came in and called my name and beckoned me to go with her to see the Doctor.

An embarrassing examination under the giant magnifying glass, with a huddle of student presentations. Then after he had spoken to and advised them after listening to their answers to his questions, they departed, and the questioning started.

My record was consulted. I will get a date for the op within a week and will be doing it at the QMC instead of the City Hospital. This is because my problem is so rare (The type of fungal infection he said) that they want to take this opportunity for the students to learn from the treatment. (Grafting from wherever, the knee maybe as I recall from earlier meetings with another medico, he did not say and onto Little Inchies lesion.)

Well, that went well and speedily. The Obergruppenfurher receptionist was not in sight when I departed, just as well perhaps.

Out and up into the hospital grounds and right, to the Blood taking hall. A few patients waiting today, about 50, but some of these would be waiting for the ladies only section. I got a ticket and sat down and got on with the crossword book again. They were nipping through us quickly today. I was in and be done within half an hour. Had time for a laugh with the nurse who did me, too.

Thanked her and gave her a bag of nibbles to share with the other girls, and out to see if I would be lucky again and catch a 40 bus just nearby to the clinic.

I turned the corner and just had time to photograph it as I missed it and pulled away. Tsk!

As I walked down towards Hucknall Road to catch another bus, I kept hearing a right loud double clanging noise?

Turned out, it was sunken and sinking further with every car, ambulance and bus that went over it, manhole cover in middle the road.

Even the bus came within seconds of my arriving at the stop? Worrying innit, all this good luck?

Dropped off in the town near the Victoria Mall and walked into town and down to the Nottingham Slab Square.

And took a picture of the beach and fountains. The rain had kept off, and a few people had ventured onto the beach.

But there were very few folk about, what with the storm warnings and all that, I wasn’t surprised. Some with their kids had climbed over into the fountains area and were apparently quite happy to get soaked. Hehe!

I could hear a lot of sirens and klaxons from somewhere nearby but had no idea what was taking place.

I hobbled to the hearing aid place and explained my stupidity and misfortune in breaking the plastic thingy that removes and replaces the wax protector on the new hearing aids. The young man patiently listened to my sob story, and asked me to take a seat on one of the green chairs and someone would come to see me, but it might be while before they are free to do so. I expressed my gratitude and told him, no problem. Then took a green seat and got the crossword book out, again before I could start on it (Like t the clinic earlier) Another young agent was calling my name within seconds of my having sat down. Brilliant Service or what?

Into the room explained things and he had cleaned the hearing aid and given me another thingamajig to take home with me within ten minutes. Thanked him and poddled out of the store, only to have to dodge another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.

Humph.

Took this picture of some brave fools up on the high swing ride, as the weather started to get a bit more threatening?

Had a walk around for a while, because the L9 bus was not due for 45 minutes, but I enjoyed the hobble around, and the rain still kept off!

A final display of Nottingham Street Art was outside the book shop on Lister Gate.

I went in and bought a pack of five pencils and sharpener and eraser, for only £1.79. Also, a TV paper for next week. So I can work out which programmes to fall asleep watching. Haha!

Got on the bus at the same time as Horace and his Carer.

I feel pain for Horace. His handler always sits away from him on the bus, and I’ve yet to hear the man talk to Horace. The carer is in the seat in front of where I took a photograph from. Of course, it is not my place to criticise anyone, and do not! For I don’t know the illness, handicap or nature of things that poor old Horace suffer from. So I have no idea of what that carer has to go through while caring. I often meet Horace on my bus trips and have started saying cheerio to him. No recognition from him of course, and he can apparently only grunt. He loves doing this while pointing at things. Life can be so unfair to some folk.

Up to now, the ailments have been so kind to me as well, today. I feel almost guilty.

Back at the flats, I visited the Throne and put the new tool for the hearing aid in the box they came in, to try not to lose or break this one.

I shelled some garden peas and got them into the saucepan on the simmer. Out the onion bhajis and bubble and squeak cakes into the tray ready to go into the oven later.

Got this diary updated. Boy, am I making some grammar errors. Don’t know what’s the matter with me. I’m  aware I do make silly mistakes generally. It took ages and lots and lots of correcting. Humph!

Nosh served up. An unfunny few moments followed. I got it all on the plate and had to go for a wee-wee again.

About to carry it on the tray to the £300 second-hand recliner to consume it, and the phone rang. Tsk! It was the surgery with the DVT blood test results. New dosages, as the INR level had dropped to 2.1 – this is not good news at all. It might mean the cancelling of the Little Inchies graft op yet again. A most off-putting possibility! They made the next appointment for Wednesday 16th, and I remembered this was the Tenants meal-out day and mentioned it. Rearranged for… wait for it… 0750hrs on Tuesday 15th. 0750hrs! Great! I queried the time, and the lady thought I was intimating that this was too early and said; “Well, you always ask for an early time for your appointments!” (Not that I get them usually!) I told her no problem at all and thanked her kindly.

Then a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This was a messy one and required some cleaning up and medicationalisationing afterwards. So by the time I’d got around to digesting the meal, it was well cold! Grumph!

I thought about putting it in the oven to warm it up again but decided this would not be a good idea. So I ate it as it was. Actually, it was not too bad at all. If the phone call and Porcelain Throne had not interrupted the proceedings, it would have been super-tasty I think.

The walking must have taken more out of me than I thought because when I got the TV on to watch Boon DVD episodes, I drifted off and woke at 0130hrs, many hours later.

I recall musing over a dream I’d been having and must have scribbled this note, I found later.

Monte Casino defender from Italy?

Soon drifted back to sleep.

Sprang awake with a start, at 0250hrs.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd August 2017: Nurse Nichol not available to do my blood test… Sob!

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Wednesday 2nd August 2017

Maltese:  L-Erbgħa 2 ta ‘Awissu 2017

0535hrs: Stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner, feeling bloated and confused. Once again annoyed at not remembering the dream I know I’d been having.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. No adscititious ailments, only Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding a lot.

Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks, do up the medication pots and take the drugs.

Sys: 62, Dia: 72, Pulse: 79, Temp 35.3, Weight (Oh dear) 14.95

The sky outside did not over encourage me on the coming weather.

Got the computer on and consulted the calendar. Only the INR blood-test, get a razor scraper, and I have to contact the clinic about the new date for the op, now the last INR reading had come down a bit.

Suddenly felt a bit dodgy when Shaking Shaun visited me when I was making a brew. A bit worrying, I might mention this to the nurse at the blood test if it is nurse Nichole on duty and not Obergefrieteress Ann, that is. When on the odd few times I’ve been brave enough to mention any new ailments to her, she is giving me a matter of fact reply before I finish speaking. (Seen it all, done it all syndrome?) Hehe!

I took an extra St John’s Wort to try and get myself to cheer up a bit; I was sinking somewhat spiritually now. Spiritually? No that’s not the word I mean… er, erm, oh, that’ll have to do. Tsk!

Very quick bash on Facebook and checked the Emails, WordPress.

Dropped the pan of peas on the floor, that I’d just shelled. Tsk! Damned Shaking Shaun!

Off to get the ablutions and medicationalisationing done.

Noticed after the shower that the veins had turned red again, well, pink then! But at least the swelling had gone down. Haha!

Already, I set off down and out to Winchester Street. Having a good laugh with some of the crowd of residents at the bus stop, as I passed by.

Onto Mansfield Road up the hill and observed that the Restuarant Car Park sign had been tended to by ‘Nottingham Street Artists Blolblets’, again.

As I approached the crest to go down into Carrington, I observed a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming towards me.

Unfortunately, he turned left as I took the picture. Humph!

But fear not, a few more yards down the hill and another Varmint Nottingham PAvement Cyclist shot by me at a high rate of knots, and I got the camera out and managed to catch him as he weaved between other pedestrians.

I pressed on down and got to the Surgery with plenty of time to spare.

Registered with the new receptionist.

She’ll fit in alright here, high loud voice and does not listen when you speak to her. Perfect for the job.

Notices informing us of a change in Doctors and their status. Dr Lona Vindla is now in charge, the other bloke has left to retire early, and a new doctor is female and will be starting soon at the surgery.

Had a good long session with trying to do some crosswords in the book. Not, a very successful one, though.

An unknown to me nurse came out and called me in. Lovely lady, patient and polite. Must she be a locum? So, no nurse Nichol again. I inquired where she was, but this woman did not know?

She got the blood taken, but stopping it flowing afterwards, was as big a job as it has ever been. The EQ told me to expect a very high Warfarin INR reading and a phone call from the DVT clinic this afternoon. The gal was very patient with it taking so long, and plastered and tape covered it and told me to wait outside and make sure it had stopped before going away. If it is still bleeding after ten minutes, to tell the receptionist and she would let her know so we could have another look at the problem.

Disappointed with no Nichole being there, but glad to have met this new nurse and her similar pleasant nature. After a few minutes I peeled off the tape, and things seemed to have settled down on the arm. So I gave the receptionists their nibbles and out into the rain. This weather put me off going to town to find a razor scraper, and I thought best to go back to Sherwood after visiting Lidl.

Limped along into Carrington.

Yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was avoided en route.

The rain kept stopping periodically to try and catch me out on whether or not to use the umbrella or not.

I crossed over the road and into Carrington proper.

No attention paid from Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis at all now.

Things, I thought, were improving. What a Silly-Billy, I am!

Further along, near the Co-op store, a Nottingham Street Artist had been at it again, decorating new benches with an empty can, bottle and prettily spread sick underneath it, in a heart shaped design.

Tsk and Well, I never!

As I moved on to be insulted and cheated at the Lidl Store; Yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist had a go at me!

But I do not think this was maliciously meant at all.

He was making Rap sounding noises and had his earphones on under his Benny Hat.

The rain started to come heavily, as I got in the concentration camp… sorry, I mean Lidl’s. I noticed that all four check-outs were abandoned and only the end bit with the self-serve tills was in use.

I took a good wander around and ended up spending too much again.

I came out with biscuits, Pringles and chocolates for raffle prizes and nibbles, Sultanas, razors and fresh tomatoes.

To the bus stop and caught one to Sherwood. I long wait for the L9 bus, just as well because I remembered to go to Wilko and search for a razor scraper. Came out of there spent up as well, having got; A measuring jug, Dettol disinfectant, Citrus deodorant, Cooking foil, black refuse sacks, toilet cleaner blocks, kettle descaler, fragrance booster, foil trays and…. Yes! I did it, I got a Glass razor scraper!

Had a chinwag with 93-year-old tenant Polish Eddy at the bus stop.

Glad Sandie recommended trying these on the black marks on the window glass.

Thanks, Sandie (Loud voice cause she is in America Hehe!) I hope the bad weather other there is improving for the TFZers and Facebook friends.

Caught the bus home.

The rain got worse as we walked from the bus to the apartments.

Got in and had a wee-wee. Too wet to try and clean the windows yet. Put the food and things away and got the computer on to update this diary.

Got the meal cooking. Having a little different one today. Carrots and swede, potato cakes, onion bargees (Hope I like them), beetroot, cheese, an apple and Maple Syrup yoghourt.

Porcelain Throne for heavy duty and wee-wee session. Blood flowed! Tsk!

Health Checks and medications were taken. Sys 166 Dia 75, Pulse70, Temp 34.8

The meal took a lot of preparation tonight, but it was worth all the effort.

Potatoe cakes, tomatoes, carrots, swede, wild mushrooms, Gherkin, soft cheese, apple, beetroot, silverskin onions, fresh garden peas and onion bargees. I’ve never had bargee’s before, glad to say they were not too hot for me. Got them crispy on the outside. The tomatoes from Lidl, despite the label saying ‘Sweet Piccolo Tomatoes’, was very bitter tasting. But and however, they went well with the rest of the meal. Rated this one as 9.42/10. Very good! The plain yoghourt I flavoured with Maple syrup was delightful.

This meal will take some beating in the enjoyment stakes.

A lot of odd loud noises again tonight, from the apartment up above me? Third night in a row now. Perhaps, someone new is moving into the flat.

Tried to watch some TV, but as usual, the nod-offs and trips for a wee-wee prevented any successful viewing.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 26th July 2017

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Wednesday 26th July 2017

Bengali: বুধবার ২6 জুলাই ২017

0430hrs: As soon as I moved, the lower regions front and rear (the dreaded warm wet sensation presented itself), and off to the wet room to investigate.

Terribly painful and frustrating medicationalisationalistic sessions took place, and my spirits dipped a bit. However not-a-lot, as that magician fella used to say. Cause Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchies lesions were both stopped from bleeding, and Arthur Itis returned to take my attention as he had a go at the right knee again. Well, he had a go at both of them but was more intense with the right one. Huh!

I remembered the appointment with the nurse for the INR blood test and the Enoxaparin injection at 0930hrs.

Took a look down and out of the window. The tenants had parked as best they could, poor things.

Got ready for the Health Checks, and to take the medications and thought I heard noises coming in through the open window.

Had a look down and saw these two characters near one of the contractor’s cabins.

It was about 0530hrs.

I assumed they were waiting for someone to arrive with the keys.

They had the steel toe capped boots on. Perhaps they were starting work on site early?

Carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

Got the potatoes in the Crock-Pot and podded some peas and put them in sugared water.

Started to update yesterdays Diary.

It took me ages, and I had to stop to get the ablutions done to be on time to get to the surgery punctually.

I cleverly stubbed my toe on the Ottoman en route to the wet room. Tsk!

Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way down and out of the building.

A bit dangerous I thought, all us old folk have to walk along the only road available, and that having parked cars, and plant machinery everywhere? But it could not be helped.

Already hobbling before I got to the end of Chestnut Walk; with the hassle from the right knee thanks to Arthur Itis. Tsk!

As I turned right, the flora coming through the fences was attracting some insects. Being as I was in plenty of time, I stopped to try and take a decent photograph of one.

I had many failed efforts. I managed to get this decent one in the end.

Down onto Mansfield Road. The rain started then.

I ambled on up the hill, noticing another shop had closed down on the right, near the Computer store and close to where mate BJ lives.

Up over the crest of the hill, and down into Carrington.

The rain lightened a little into a sort of drizzle that soaks you through. Hehe! It did too!

The bag got soaked inside and the crossword book with it. Huh!

Passing a garden on my left, and I saw this bush with some unusual looking blooms on it.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen flowers such beautiful blooms like this before. Especially now the rain is coming again.

Onward to the surgery, got in and logged me on so to speak. Took a seat and my rear-end squelched as I did so. The socks were soaked, and the crossword book was wet!

No kind Nurse Nichol today. Obergefreiteress Nurse Ann tended to me. She was almost sweet to me to start with. Very worrying. Haha!

Commanded me to take a seat and said she would be back in a moment and disappeared to talk to some one outside. These new hearing aids are useful, I’d never have heard her with the old ones in.

I sneaked in this potographicalisation of where I sat with the medical thingamajigs all ready to use. No idea why I took it, though?

The Obergefreiteress Ann, soon returned to her usual militaristic ways when she returned, and I felt more at ease then. I’m getting to like her, yer know. Scared to death of her… but still.

Told her of Little Inchies problems returning with a new lesion. She said nothing but got onto her computer, I could hear her each button as she bashed them. She told me I’d get an appointment in the mail shortly with the GUM Clinic. She would make an appointment for me about the knee as well, and let me know. Efficient that!

I thanked her and gave her some nibbles and departed, out into the rain again. As I took this photograph to use in the ‘Under-the-Brolly’ pictures on my Facebook albums, the lady driver got out of the car and demanded to know why I was shooting her vehicle!

I did not get involved and told her the truth, that I was taking a photo of Carrington in the rain. I think a little guilt may have been there, with her parking on the pavement? Two other cars were as well, I noticed afterwards.

I proceeded to get soaking wet again as I hobbled into Carrington and to the Lidl store. Where I got fresh orange juice, seasoning, lemon yoghourts, apples and crisps.

Paid at the self-serve counter, under the watchful eye of an assistant, and out into the rain once more.

I noticed on the pub next doors outside table there was some stuff on the top of it? The mind pondered. Hehe!

The bus arrived, and I was soon off back into Sherwood, in the heavier than ever rain.

Over the crossing and up to the bus stop and under the shelter.

Where I was joined by several fellow tenants.

The L9 bus was on time, and this drew several comments from the other residents. Some sarcastic, some happy. Haha!

As we all alighted, Bill carried one of the bags for me, bless him. We hastened to the flats, it was raining far too fiercely now for any pictures to be taken.

All the residents had a natter on the way up in the lift.

Back in the apartment, bag down and nipped into the wet room to check out the ailments. Very glad to report that there were no adscititious bleeding, none from Little Inchy and only the tiniest bit from Haemorrhoid Harold.

Had a session on the Porcelain Throne.

Changed into dry clothing and into the kitchen to make a brew and put away the fodder purchased.

The rain looked set-in now.

Set about finalising yesterday’s diary and got it posted at last.

Then started on doing this one, up to here.

Onto Facebooking. Then Email and WordPress.

The doorbell chimed, it was a delivery form Cooper’s with the things I’d ordered to use as Christmas pressies.

Took the slip-proof tray to the kitche nto use now. Shoved the rest of them in the spare room to sort out later. Stubbing my toe on the old vacuum as I did so.

Back to the wet room and changed into a pair of the protection pants, better to be on the safe side in case of any leakages again during the night. Hopefully it will prevent like last time, a lot of clothes to be cleaned. Hehe!

Cleaned up, turned off the computer and got the meal going.

The vegetarian Cottage pie I covered with strong shredded cheddar cheese, topped it with some sliced tomatoes and got it in the oven. The pod peas in the saucepan and medications in the little tray all ready to take while I ate.

Did the Health Checks while it cooked. D158, S72, P89, Temp34.1 – Looks good?

Managed to get the cottage pie out of the oven without any burns, onto the new tray. Added the apple, Chinese mushrooms, beetroot and garden peas. A banana, two lemon yoghourts, one bitter one lemon curd flavour, added to the feast on the new tray.

This meal was almost fodder perfection! 9.46/10 rating, and tasted marvellous! Shame about the new tray though. It’s a devil of a job to get it cleaned properly with all the rubber bits attached to it, that seem to want to hold onto any crumbs for dear life. Hey-ho, not to fret.

I actually stayed awake long enough to watch two episodes of ‘Boon’, before the nodding off sessions mingled in with the viewing.

Evening all! TTFN.

 

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 12th July 2017: Whoopsiedangleplop with the Blood Test appointment

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Wednesday 12th July 2017

Bosnian: Sreda, 12. Jula 2017

0500hrs: Woke, and sensed and began to assess the old and new aches and pains, feeling so tired and weary, heavy eyelids… an escapage of rear end wind, and out of the £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled to the Porcelain Throne.

Arthur Itis was showing displeasure with the walk there. Trotsky Terence ensured there was no struggling in the evacuation session. Haemorrhoid Harold bled freely, the aroma that filled my lungs and the flat were rank and offensive even to me! I feared it would not be contained in my flat, opened all the windows later and sprayed air-spray all around, I nearly choked myself with that, never mind natures gifted aromas. Hehehe!

A new pain, in the right side of the rib cage, caused me to quantitate the situation for a few minutes. This newbie wasn’t akin to the pains from Anne Gyna. Although they do vary all the time, on their location, type and severity?

Even Reflux Roger kicked off as I limped into the kitchen, what a start to the morning this was!

The rumbling and grumbling from the innards started too, as soon as I had finished the evacuation process.

Made a brew of tea and did the Health Checks. Took the medications.

Before I could drink the tea, I needed the Porcelain Throne again. As I performed the evacuation procedure (At least the odour was less vicious this time, but then again the residue from the first one, still permuted the atmosphere, Hehe), the new stabbing pain on the right started again. Cleaned up the porcelain, myself and wiped the contact points with Dettol lemon sheets. The tummy felt queasy again, and Steven Shakes paid me a visit then. Plonked myself down on the WC seat and it moved so much I thought I was going to slip off of it. But this was a good thing actually – cause it took my mind off of the other pains.

Back to the kitchen and made another mug of tea for the one that had gone cold.

Took an extra Anti-Diahorrea capsule and a 60g Codeine Phosphate for the rib area pain.

The temperature on the wall thermometer showed 59°f.

Opened all of the windows to help remove the Diahorrea Donald donated smells. Haha!

I decided that staying indoors would be a good idea today. Mostly the Porcelain Throne room door? Hehehe!

Took this photographicalisation of the scene below, through the kitchen window.

Then leant out seize this photograph of the brightening morning – Clouted my head on the frame of the window.

This seemed to work a miracle. Diahorrea Donald’s rumbling calmed right down, and Reflux Roger eased off very quickly? Things appeared to be improving a little. I’ve no idea why, just appreciative that they are doing so. Very queer?

Off to the Porcelain Throne.

I started the completion of yesterday’s post, had a wee-wee, had a Dennis Dizzy and then, back to the Porcelain Throne again. No excessive aroma this time, and far less splattering and pebble dashing activity. Good!

Did some WordPress reading and checked the Emails.

Had a wee-wee, then got on with starting this post.

Realised I was to go to the HMV store to see if the Biederbeck Three Series I’d ordered had arrived.

I can’t remember how I lost the original copy I had. Might have disappeared in the moving into the flat?

No doubt about being one of my favourites. Can’t, well, dare not go out today with the threat of Diahorrea Donald lingering over me. Tsk!

Went on Facebooking. After a while, I got a reminder box come up – of the appointment for the INR blood test at the Doctors!

Panic, there was no way I could get there in time, I thought. Everything hurriedly turned off, no wash no shave, got the bag of tricks that was luckily readied beforehand and made my way down to the New Temporary Shed, in search of someone who could ring the surgery to let them know for me, and ring a taxi.

Got down and out to the hut, but no one was about. I decided to leg it down to Mansfield Road as quickly as I could and catch a bus into Carrington. Still found time to take this photo though, as I turned right down Winchester Hill.

Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis both giving me grief as I rushed as much as I could. Got to the bus stop and one arrived as I did so. Lucky!

Dropped off in Carrington almost outside of the Sherrington Park Medical Practice and got in quick. Chest legs, knees and all of a flutter, and flapping a little. I reported with the Obersturmbannführeress Receptionist, humbly apologising for being late, and she pointed out I was in fact, only one minute late?

Seconds later, Nurse Nichol fetched me into her treatment room and had the blood taken. Gave her the nibbles, thanked her and departed; Still wondering how I got there almost in time? Very confused!

To the bus stop and caught one back up into Sherwood.

Called at the Co-op store and got some button mushrooms, fresh pod peas and bananas.

Avoided the Big Issue Seller woman who has two mobile phones and is often seen using both of them, outside the shop.

Then next door to the cake shop and obtained a fresh cream iced scone thingy.

Then called in the Children’s Charity Shop, nothing of interest.

Further up the hill and into the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Bought two red saucepans that didn’t look in bad condition.

As I waited to cross the road, this car pulled around the corner and parked up on the pavement, and the driver just sat there. The thing of interest was what I think are tyre skid marks across the road behind the vehicle.

I also noticed the crack in the bookmaker’s window, where the scores led to? My Sherlock Holmes head was working. Then I realised the crack was the reflection in the glass window of the outline of the grey car. Hehe! I shouldn’t be allowed out on my own!

At the bus stop, several other tenants joined me, and a good chinwag followed.

Roy, took one of the bags for me to carry back on top of his four-wheeled-trolley. Bless him.

The fencing around the place was now having steel boards attached to them, still in the purple colour scheme. I’ll try to get a photo of them soon. Annie, one of the tenants with us, pointed out that when they are up, we will not see any traffic coming and will have to walk on the road to get passed them. I thought not, but decided against not agreeing with Gordie gal Annie, that was not a good idea, disagreeing with her. Hehe!

A laugh in the lift going up, and into the flat and onto the Porcelain Throne. Not so bad this time, methinks the new capsule earlier, was working well.

Put the food away and got the new second-hand saucepans washed and on the cooker.

Podded some peas and chopped a few mushrooms up and got them into the Crock-Pot on low.

Had a wee-wee.

Does anything stick out to you bout this road I pictured earlier? Something singular?

Started to update this diary again.

Went on Facebook to finish what I started earlier before the confusion about the INR blood test.

Started some more graphicalisations off for the TFZer site.

Very tired now, and the new pain on the right side of the chest is getting worse.

Got the meal sorted.

Had a fish one. Smoked mackerel (Not very good), tomatoes (Fine), Fresh garden peas (Very good), Surimi fish (Very good), Sliced roasted potatoes (Overcooked, but I liked them), Mushrooms (Good) and beetroots (Excellent). 8.9 overall rating.

Settled to watch some TV, but again, it was interspersed with nod-offs. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 5th July 2017

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Wednesday 5th July 2017

Maori: Wenerei 5 Hōngongoi 2017

Kept waking up and nodding off again for an hour or so, so drained after yesterday’s exertions and hassle.

Rose up for a Porcelain Throne visit around 0600hrs. (If I had not wanted the Throne visit I might still be in th recliner, so weary. Haha!) Tired, yes. But Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, Shaking Steven and Dizzy Dennis were all being kind to me at that moment. It felt odd, wrong somehow. If you know what I mean? Only Haemorrhoid Harold was any bother. My EQ tells me this will not last, and something not nice is due later in the day. Huh!

Had a wee-wee.Then did the Health Checking routine.

Then did the Health Checking routine. The temp was 33.8 and the weight was a staggering 14.94. Oh dearie me!

Got the nibbles into the bag for the INR blood test nurse this afternoon.

Email sorting next, a lot get through this morning.

WordPress reading and then onto Facebook to catch up again.

Had a wee-wee, then got some potatoes on the slow boil to have later when I get back from the surgery.

Carried on with Facebooking for an hour more or so.

Had a wee-wee, made a mug of tea and watched a YouTube about car crashes.

Ablutions carried out, midday medications and Health Checks done.

Collected the bag and off on a walk into Carrington and the INR blood test.

Out and to the end of the road then right down the hill and left and up the Mansfield Road hill and down into Carrington.

Strangely quiet on the roads this morning.

Got to the surgery, signed in, took a seat. I was the only patient in there?

Nurse Nichole collected me and into the blood room. We had a chat while she took my blood. I mentioned that I’d sat down with the sample bottle and broken it, and she said she’d get me another, which she did bless her sumptuous thighs.

I was certain there was something else I wanted to ask her about, but could not remember what it was. Huh!

Gave her her box of chocolates, bid farewell and off a trotted out and to the paper shop in Carrington. Got a packet of four highlighter pens. I’ve got these to use on my written diary to indicate the different task that I record in advance.

Down to the Chemists and inquired of the date for my prescription collection. The young lady checked and informed me it was next Monday, 10th July. I wrote this down on the inside cover of the crossword book, to record on the paper diary and Google Calendar later. (I remembered to at well. Smug mode adopted!)

Down and into the Lidl store. Got some wholemeal bread thins, meat slices and mint nibbles for myself.

Out to the bus stop and caught a bus back up into Sherwood. Lots of time before the L9 bus arrived, so I wandered around a bit. Called in Wilko and got some Y-lang fragrance boost and softener and Surf capsules (Lemon scented) for the laundry.

Called in the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop but did not get anything.

To the bus stop.

The traffic had increased, but no L9 bus arrived yet.

The L9 was due at 25 minutes past the hour, but by 30 minutes passed, had not come, and a number 40 bus did, so I got on that one. I lot further to walk when using this bus, but I was not sure if the L9 was going to arrive or not. They often fail to turn up.

Naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclists lingered everywhere I looked in Sherwood.

Dropped off the bus on Winchester Hill and started the ascent up to the flats. The feet were stinging, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna both kicked off.

Turned left onto Chestnut Walk, as the oh-so-late inbound L9 bus passed me. The outbound was at the new bus stop in front of this bus.

Note the bus stop could not be further away from Woodthorpe Court and is situated right next to Winchester Court. Doesn’t bother me though!

In the flat and had a wee-wee.

Got the meal cooking and put the bits away. Amended the written diary with the new reminders.

Had a wee-wee. I’ve just remembered what I was was going to tell the nurse about… Humph!

Did the evening Health Checks.

Got the fodder prepared and served up.

Roasted strong cheddar cheese, boiled potatoes, beetroots, ready-cooked crispy streaky bacon, garden peas and two, not eatable boiled, pickled eggs and minced beef and gravy in shortcrust pastry. Lemon Fool to follow.

What was wrong with the eggs I have no idea. They were foul (Bit of wit and wordplay here folks). Despite this, the rest of the meal deserved an 8.8/10 rating.

Took the medications and checked the TV magazine and found that Hetty Wainthrope was on at 2000hrs, that was all I was interested in.

Watched some Dr Who series one episode between nodding off now and then and rewinding. At 2000hrs I put the TV on to watch Hetty… It was not on! Checked the listings… and found I’d looked at tomorrow’s page. Humph!

No chance of staying awake after this, soon off in the land of nod proper, until 0100hrs when I sprang awake full of vim?