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Inchcock Today Fri 26th Aug 16: Not a Good Day at all, apart from Olive looking good!

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Friday 26th August 2016

0405hrs: Gae up trying to sleep and struggled out of the not-working-again £300 second-hand recliner chair and to off for a WRHD. Not a pleasant experience this morning.

Took the medications with some orange juice, and got the things ready for the laundry room visitation. During which the first Whoopsiedangleplop of the day took place.

I was reaching into the cupboard and had a little dizzy spell, and caught the stack of storage bins and over they went!

What a mess!

I believe I might have said something like “Oh, dear me, fancy that!”

Clean it up as I muttered some obscenities.

0425hrs: Down to the washing room and got the machine going. The place was in a bit of a state. Back to the flat.

0505hrs: Down to the laundry room and got the clothes into the… wait for it… New Drying Machine! At last, after waiting for about nine weeks, we now have two dryers again. I was surprised to see it was a similar model to the one that conked out, and they could not get the spare part to mend it cause it was so aged? The drum appeared a lot larger on this one. Got it going and returned to the apartment again.

An hour to wait so I got the vegetables prepped and in the Crock-Pot. Fresh garden peas, tomatoes, carrots, peppers, onions, turnips and parsnips. I added tomato puree, salt, vegetable seasoning and then added some Oregano – Whoopsiedangleplop number two here: The lid came off the Oregano pot, and the contents all went in me vegetable stew!and 

I said something like (Not really, though, it was something a little more vitriolic) “Oh dearie me, I seem to be having an error-ridden morning, ah-well!”

0605hrs: This was quickly followed by Whoopsiedangleplop number three. I started to clean and clear properly, where the bins had fallen earlier and clouted my head on the draining board as I bent down.

0615hrs: Checked the Crock-Pot, tried to get out as much of the Oregano as I could, and went down with some cleaning stuff to the laundry room to collect the washing. Titivated around and cleaned the soap in slots and trays and filters that had not been cleaned. Felt quite proud of myself at this point.

0625hrs: Back once more up to 72, opened the door, and boy did that Oregano pong! Stunk the place out.

I opened the window in the kitchen to let the aroma out.

Took a photo while hanging out of the window.

Can you spot something out of order in the picture on the left?

Naughty person. Hehe!

Put the clothes away, one pair of trousers had shrunk that much, I put it with the other stuff in the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop bag. I’ll take the bag down today, it’s nearly full now, mostly with things that have shrunk… alright then, things that no longer fit due to me increased flobby-body mass. Tsk! This encouraged me to get on the scales that were nearby… but that is a horror story you can do without. Ahem!

Made a cuppa and got the laptop on and set about finishing the Thursday post and starting this one.

Tried some Facebooking. Not too good, sticking a bit, but I got some done.

Did my ablutions, and called to see Olive on my way out. She was in good from considering, and this cheered me up no end.

Went to see if I could contact Deana bout the British Gas cock-up. She was not in today.

Caught the L8 bus into Sherwood and went to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop and unloaded the bag of clothing.

A lot of emergency vehicles running about Sherwood today.

Nipped in the shop and got some mushrooms to add to the Crock-Pot… the over Origami’d Crock-Pot. Got two cheese cobs as well.

Caught the bus back up to the flats and had a good chinwag with some other tenants en route.

The view from the kitchen window was very nice.

Not going to last long, though, I’m afraid.

Forecast heavy storms for tomorrow.Got in to find two letters in the box from British Gas!

Got in the apartment, to find two letters in the box from British Gas!

They had closed the proper account and made the …67 one, a new report adding £253 to the total making me in debt now for £375.38.

Confused now, I went on the internet to email Deana, and found she had sent me a copy of BG’s last email sent to her yesterday!

You can find this here: Updated British Gas record It’s a long detailed one. This addition is at the end of the post.

She will not be available to see me until next Tuesday to discuss the outcome and what tactics to adopt. Just my luck – holidays again! Tsk!

Put the fodder away, took the late medications and added the mushrooms to the Crock-Pot.

Updated this post and went on Facebook. Still sticking a bit, telling me I had not finished commenting when I had?

The food in the Crock-pot had to be sorted, to get rid of some of the juices. I added a tin of beef to it after draining and added a bit more black bean sauce, to weaken the Origami taste. NO! I  mean the Oregano taste. Hope it is eatable as a stew with the cobs when I get it sorted. Tsk!

Well, I have to say that it came out as the most horrible tasting meal of the year! A failure of epic proportions, even after my assiduous day long efforts!

Within minutes of foolishly finishing eating this monstrous so-called edible creation, the stomach was rumbling, bodily winds were escaping from all extremities, and I felt that along with the dissatisfaction and worry of the unfair British Gas charging me affair, these should have been sufficient to ensure my suicide.

But, being a coward, I decided against any such intentions and put the goggle-box on, fell asleep and dreamed of me being pursued in tunnels by just about everyone.

Around 0200hrs, I sprang awake and struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and went to the door of the flat… why I did this I had no idea? Feeling rather foolish, I wandered between the door and the recliner chair a few time hoping the reason for me waking and going to the door might return to me. It didn’t, so feeling uncomfortable with my state of sanity, I climbed back into the recliner and spent an hour or so wondering what I might have been intending to do in going to the door?

Inchcock Today: Thur 25 Aug 2016 A mixed day

Thursday 25th August 2016

Awoke around o400hrs. The ailments apart from the Duodenal Ulcer were being so kind to me. Even the £300 second-hand recliner let me out to go for a WRHD without too much shuddering. Was I dreaming I thought?

I even remembered the Asda (Walmart) delivery was due twixt 0600 > 0800hrs. You know the one, that should have been delivered yesterday had I not forgotten and gone shopping at Asda – Humph, what a . Remembering this was probably helped by the great dirty sign I wrote on a large envelope and stuck it in front of the laptop screen?

So, out of the chair for the WRHD, even that was easier than usual? No bleeding from Little Inchy either. I was getting very nervous now with all this good fortune this morning you know!

Got my ablutions done early, no shower, though, it was too soon for that, all the noise it makes would have disturbed my neighbours. So a stand-up wash and shave – and I didn’t cut myself shaving?

I did espy some markings and a bruise on the throat/chest mind. But no pain or itching with them? Overall, I seem to be doing well medically today.

Made a brew and took the medications, then finalised the Wednesday post and started this one off.

0655hr, the Asda delivery man, rang, I could not tell what he wanted, but he spoke with me. I rang off and went down to see him, thinking he might be coming up the other lift as I go down. He was stood with the boxes in the foyer. A new to the job man, obviously. We both went back up to the flat, and he handed me the carrier bags and an amazingly large amount of unpackaged food through the door. I signed for them and started to carry them into the kitchen, this left bits all over the hallway carpet.

So I hoovered it up and got onto sorting the delivery out. I’ve now got a full fridge, freezer and overflowing cupboards and floor!

A jar of Bigos I ordered came alright. Bigos, also known in English as hunter’s stew, is a Polish dish of finely chopped meat of various kinds boiled with sauerkraut and shredded fresh cabbage (Saurkraut). Might be tasty, methinks.

I decided after sorting it all out as best I could, to make a cup of tea before I got back on the laptop to update things further.

 Well well, I dropped the mug, and it spilt all over the floor. Got some of the Blitz paper towels and down onto the floor, to dry up the mess. Astonishingly, I got back up without too much of a struggle? I began to worry now really… Hehe!

I then got the nibbles ready for the nurses and the Winwood Social Hour Meeting. Although, I won’t be attending today, because, the only appointment the surgery could give me for my INR blood level test, clashed with the Social Hour… Again! When I remembered this, and the Whoopsidangleplop with the dropping of the mug of char, things were starting to get back to normal for me.

A WRWW session then made another cup of tea and back on the laptop. Graphicationalisationing and doing the diary. Then to the challenge of trying to do Facebooking. If it allows me, I must make sure I do not spend too much time on the session, or else I might be late for the surgery. Must leave no later than 1000hrs to walk there in time for the appointment.

That went well, no hiatus whatsoever? I just ran out of time, though, Huh!

0914hrs: Got the things ready for the surgery, and called at the Community Hut with the nibbles. Hoped to see Warden Deana, but she was not in today they told me. Left some raffle prizes and informed the few tenants there ready for the meeting that I couldn’t make it, then departed on my hobble to the surgery in Carrington. Met BJ as he was going to the meeting and had a little chinwag.

Onwards to the nurse, taking it nice and steady cause I was in plenty of time. Only the feet gave me any trouble going there, and even more coming back. Arrived with time to spare and logged in and started doing some cross-wording.

The nurse (the one I saw yesterday in Asda), tapped me on the shoulder and made me jump. (That’ll stop me laughing at her like I did in the shop) She told me took her over two hours to get her photographs done. She looked at the bruising and marks on me chest and told me to book an appointment with the Doctor Vindla if they had not cleared up after two days.

Then she took the blood for the INR level test, and I gave her some nibbles.

I was soon out and walking (limping) down Mansfield Road in Carrington to the Lidl store.

I got some potato chunks, a tin of garden peas, cheese twists and a can of Spanish Piquillo Peppers with stockfish filling in tomato sauce, as a treat for Sister Jane when she visits me on Sunday. Got prawns in it? Might be nice for them?

At the checkout I dropped a packet of cheese twists and a lady kindly picked them up for me, bless her.

To the bus stop and caught one within minutes into Sherwood. As I dropped off the bus, there was BJ’s car in a layby, couldn’t see him anywhere. I know he likes to go in one of the cafes for breakfast sometimes… well, every day. It saves his other half cooking when she gets back from work. Got a TV paper for next week.

Crossed the road to see if a bus was due that would get me back up the hill to the flats – but no. So I shuffled on up and over the hill to go up again through Woodthorpe Park, and down the gravel path to the apartments.

As I started off from the bus stop, I saw a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming down the hill at me. Happily freewheeling it down and not moving for any pedestrians, we moved out of his way! Luckily there were very few of us in his way today.

No sunshine, even the odd spot of rain was getting through now, but the park looked so beautiful to me. I decided not to walk down the gravel path but went into the copse instead. No one else about, I really enjoyed this diversion.

Until I stubbed my already hurting toe on a tree branch coming out above the ground.

But I didn’t mind at all in fact.

Because with this happening, I lost my fear of things going right for me, like they had been doing earlier in the day if you see worra mean like. Hehehe!

Out if the bottom end, across the field and down the last bit of the gravel path to the flats. Up to 72 and a WRWW, again, just in time.

Put the bits away, cleared the pots up, cuppa and medications took then laptop on to update this.

Tried again to do some Facebooking. Started perfect, the had a glitch for a few minutes, then came back alright?

Got the food going, roasting vegetables, (parsnips, carrots, red onions and potatoes) to have along beside a frozen something or other I had in the freezer without a box.

It will be, I think, either pork ribs or lamb in sauce/gravy. I’ll find out when it’s done, and I dish it up. Tsk!

Turned out it was Chinese Pork Ribs. The carrots were not good, but everything else was okay, though. Made a right mess of myself eating it. Huh!

Called to see Olive, but she was out.

Looked at the TV magazine and found stuff to put on and fall asleep. Nodded off so many times for a few minutes, I got confused as to what day or time it was each time I woke?

Tonight was not to be a night for sleep methinks!

Inchcock Today, Wed 17 Aug 16: The ladies day, Morrison Delivery, INR Blood Test and British Gas get it wrong again!

Wednesday 17th August 2016

0415hrs: Almost jumped awake – the dream, of me in shorts and ladies in attendance, we were on a stage with glittering lights and the girls queuing up to come on platform one at a time and each one telling me something in a whisper, despite the blaring music in the background… no idea what they were telling me but I was giving each one of them a kiss and cuddle… Then I desperately tried to get back to sleep and re-enter the dream… But not a chance, as an urgent desire and need of a WRWW, arrived that had to be tended to. Tsk!

Nice looking morning today.

No WRHD yet. Made a brew and took the morning medications. Got the laptop going, found the internet still on, although expecting as the letter from Virgin Media said, it will go off for all of today, and started this diary going.

The Morrison Delivery and cleaning girls day today, then a walk to the GP surgery for the INR Warfarin Blood Test.

The Internet was down, so I’m writing this on Thursday morning now it’s back on again. Isn’t life confusing at times?

The Morrison delivery arrived, the flowers for Olive were looking beautiful. The two mini beef pies were two gigantic meat pies!

The cherry and helpful M&C cleaning ladies arrived late, so I had to give them a key for when they leave, said they would drop it off at Olive’s. Also, I’d managed to lose the key they stated that they’d left sticking in the balcony door lock? Really got to me this did! I didn’t think I’d touched the door or key? .

They said they would have a look for it later.

I went to take Olive her Roses, she told me off for this, but she had a lovely smile on her face when she did so! I little cuddle and I departed happily.

Set off on me walk to Carrington and the surgery.

Not many folks about this morning.

Got to the surgery and had my blood taken by the lovely nurse. Left them their nibbles and out onto Mansfield Road and caught the bus into town. The only reason I was going there was to call at the Nut stall on the Market and get some chocolate and yoghourt covered cashew nuts.

 As I stood opposite Clinton Street, I thought what a typical view of Nottinghamians confronted me on the other side of the road at the lights.

The difference to standard was no beggars about and no one crossing the lights on red.

I thought afterwards, it looked like they were all posing in the hot sunshine for the photograph? Hehe.

Into the market and got the nuts. Then a walk into the city centre.

Where I got this photo of the high-in-the-sky riders next to the Council House top dome with Little John’s bell within it.

I got a dizzy after taking it.

Nearly got hit by one of the oh, so numerous, dangerous and totally unconcerned about others Nottingham Pavement Cyclists on Upper Parliament Street as I made my way to the L9 bus-stop. The lady on the left was calling after the ignorant imbecile after he nearly clouted her!

Maybe all the heavy traffic on the road that you see in the picture scared the little mite onto the pavement? Sarcasm is intended!

Caught the bus and fellow tenant and Social Hour Gossiper Bill got on the bus. We had a chinwag, which was good because it stopped me nodding off and missing the flats bus-stop!

Called in to see Olive, but no reply.

Feeling mighty weary for some reason now. I called in to see Olive, but no answer. To the flat and had to decide what to have for the meal of the day.

There was no room in the freezer to put the large beef pies in, due to the earlier Morrisons delivery, so I decided to have one of them now. 

Not a good idea really, though. I couldn’t consume all of it and left the bottom pastry. I bet the scales in the morning will be tested?

Off to see Olive again, bit still no answer. Bet I got it mixed up again about her going to be in?

Got a phone call from British Gas, an Asian-accented gentleman who I had the most difficulty in understanding, I think he got a bit annoyed with my asking him to repeat things so often. I think, this is roughly what took place:

He confirmed who I was, said he wanted to discuss things about the meter (the non-existent one?) – I replied that Deana Walker was my agent in all matters concerned with British Gas, told him they had been informed of this and my hearing difficulties on several occasions – Being as British Gas refused to allow Deana to talk directly with anyone from your complaints department, I’m refusing to speak with you! I gave him Deana’s phone number, telling him this had been given to a BG representative each of the at least eight occasions she has contacted you… I spoke without raising my voice too!  I felt better after that!

Got settled to watch an old film on the gogglebox and the door bell rang – I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the door, it was Olive bless her! So, there I stood suddenly realising I was in me jammie bottoms and nowt else talking to Olive! Red-faced or what? She gave me the key to the house and told me the balcony door key is now back in the door lock. The girls searched the house and had found it in a drawer? I thanked her, gave her a kiss and ascertained if she will be in tomorrow. I can visit her before I go to the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Shed.

Back to the recliner and started a nine-hour session of nodding off and springing awake, interspersed with struggles to have many a WRWW visit. Tsk!

Inchcock Today Tue 2 Aug 2016: The new scales are definitely broken! I think…

Tuesday 2nd August 2016

Dienstag 2 August 2016

0410hrs: I sprung into life with a jump! I’d dreamt of amazing things, can’t really remember the fine details, I was so sorry I’d woke up?

A welcome indication of the need for a WWHD arrived from the lower regions. Along with the belief that I wasn’t ready yet to perform this duty, encouraged me to climb out of the shuddering wobbly £300 second-hand recliner chair and into the kitchen, kettle on, took the medications with half a Senna tablet and a cup of nice strong tea.

Gawd, it was cold this morning! The thermometer on the kitchen wall read 61°f Nippy that for August?

Arthur Itis was much easier, Anne Gyna was kind to me, Rea Flux still playing up mind, Duo Denal okay and the ankles and legs had gone back down a lot, far less swelling. I thought, perhaps with the water retention so much better, surely my weight must have gone down. So, to the throne in the wetroom for a WRHD session. Less painful a struggle today, but a bit of bleeding from the rear end. Took a while too.

So, now the leg water had declined, I’d had a WWHD surely I was ready to mount the dreaded scales…

Huh!

The heaviest ever this time!

I don’t want you to think I was depressed or angry with myself.

But I was, sad and angry with myself. Stumpshagglenob!

I got the nurses nibbles in the bag ready for the INR Warfarin blood test later in the day.

Feeling a bit down now, I got the laptop on to start the diaries and graphicalisationing on the TFZer project.

Ablutions carried out, nibbles, Anticoagulation card, empty jars and bus pass in pockets and off down on the walk to the surgery.,

Called at the bottle bank down the road and deposited the jars, then stood on the end corner viewing the allotment area.

I love the green scenery, and the scarecrow someone had made! Hehe!

The blackberries were coming on, many fully ripe now.

Down the hill, up Mansfield Road and down again into Carrington. Took my time and got even slower after half way as the feet began to sting something horrible!

Booked in with the surgery receptionist and waited to be called in – which I wasn’t, because I didn’t hear the nurse calling and she had to come and tap me on the shoulder.

Nive chinwag while she took the blood, she even asked how Olive was keeping. Nice that! Handed over the nibbles.

Out and down the road into the Lidl insult giving shop. Got some bits and the new chap on the checkout gave me a foreign coin in the change and didn’t say thank you. I gave him the coin back informing him he could keep it!

The feet were worse now. Caught the bus back to Sherwood and waited at the bus stop on the other side of the road for twenty minutes for an L8 bus to arrive to take me right to the flats. Two tenant ladies joined me later.

The L8 didn’t come, but a number 40 did, but that does not take up to the flats, but two bus stops up Winchester Hill is better than walking.

When we got there, I acted gentlemanly and assisted the two ladies off the bus.

They shot off at high speed up the hill to the flats.

I could not keep up with them. Tsk and bother, thought I might get a talk with them on the way, but no!

A painful limp and I was back at the flats.

I made a brew and got the laptop on – spent more hours doing more work on graphicalisationing on the TFZer project.

Called to see how Olive was, beautiful and radiant she was too! A chinwag and she rubbed in the pain gel for me in the areas I could not reach.

Her grandson arrived, and we had a further talk, then I gave her a cuddle and went back to the flat.

Got some beans in the saucepan to have with the pork pie, while I updated this tosh.

Here it is on the left.nosh

Not the most inspiring dish of fodder I know, but I enjoyed it.

Curried baked beans, yellow peppers, sour pickled gherkins, a tomato and half a pork pie (Naughty). Followed by a banana and dessert, that guilt prevented me from eating all of it.

Put the dishes it to soak in the sink and checked the TV magazine. T’was one of those nights when there was so much I would have liked to have viewed, all on at the same time, Tsk!

Not that it mattered in the end, cause I soon nodded off and kept waking every few minutes having no idea what the plot or storyline was all about, or even what I was trying to watch actually.

Inchcock Today 26 July 2016: Only a minor Whoopsiedangleplop today.

Tuesday 26th July 2016

Not much sleep last night at all. Late dropping off, the Whoopsidangleplop from the rear and having to have a shower, and the dreams made sure of that! Having no Olive to visit made things worse. And I could not remember the dreams! Tsk!

Struggled to disentangle my body from the from the £300 second-hand recliner that was in the half-up-half-down position and refusing to move, despite the grinding noise, it was making.

WRWW and WWHD carried out, then a quick wash and shave – then a search that was up to now, unsuccessful, to find my slippers? During which, I remembered the food delivery coming twixt 0700>0900hrs, I’ve got to see Warden Deana about the shower chair and INR blood test at 1230hrs.

Did my ablutions.

Asda (Walmart) delivery came, they substituted Two sweet potatoes in batter, for One Asda American Smokin’ BBQ pulled pork beef red pepper with rice? Luckily I like sweet potatoes. Humph!

Made a cuppa and took the medications. Laptop on and WordPressing were done.

Unbelievable!

Another look for the slippers.

Lovely morning as I set off to the Community Shed to see someone about the shower chair and changing it to a stool for me. Nobody in, so I set off on a slow and steady walk to the Surgery.

At the corner of Winchester Hill and Chestnut Walk, a clump of blackberry bushes sticking out and over the netting caught my attention, I just had to take a photographicalisation of it. The different stages of ripening all in the same shot.

One of my better shots this one, I might post it on the flowers and animals Facebook page later. Plodded gently on, having plenty of time with my not finding anyone in the Community Hut.

As I got over the last hill and down to Carrington, a Pavement Cyclist was coming up the hill almost had me as he looked across the road instead of where he was going!

It’s not as if the road was busy, was it? If he is too scared to cycle on the road, he shouldn’t be riding a bike – the Crudnut!

Down to the surgery and booked in, to the waiting area – Huh!, I’d not taken me crossword book with me! I selected a woman’s magazine and read about HRM. The nurse came to collect me early bless her, and she could not help herself when she saw the lump on my head – the nurse laughed so much, I thought she was gong to injure herself! We had a chinwag, and she took the blood, gave her the nibbles and I was off to the Lidl store.

Got three little cobs, two desserts, new potatoes and a wonderfully formed gut-wrenching sneer from the checkout operator. Obviously, the gal was an experienced and well Lidl-trained member of staff. I checked afterwards to see if I’d been overcharged, but no, not this time.

Out to the bus-stop and caught an 87 bus into Sherwood, no chance of walking it back, the right ankle had joined the headache in giving me some hassle. But Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis had eased off nicely thank you.

At the bus-stop in Sherwood, I crossed the road and spotted a few fellow tenants at the stop, so knew a bus was due. This was not the case in actual fact, but a number 40 came sharpishly, and some of us got on for a few stops up the hill, we alighted and walked back to the flats. A lady and her other half helped me off the bus, the right ankle was bad again.

We had a good natter, and I left them en route, to all in the Community Shed, where I found the Wardens in. Deana rang the NCH number on the card they left and arranged for them to call to inspect the wet-room on Friday around 1000hrs. Gave them a nibble and limped back to the flat. Both lifts working again now, but still only one dryer in the laundry room.

Took the midday medications (Late I know!) I took an extra painkiller hopefully to counter the agony of a throbbing headache and ankle pain, WRWW and made a cuppa. Laptop on to update this and do some graphicalisationing. Added the NCH visit on Friday to the Google Calendar.

Found this photo as I was downloading another from the camera. No idea why, how, when or even if I took it in the first place?

Got the potatoes in the saucepan simmering.

Hope Olive is doing alright on her trip out.

Had another look for the slippers – Aha! Found them in a rubbish bin in the Wetroom? I don’t know either!

Opened the airing cupboard door, and as I dug into the back to get a clean pair of pyjama bottoms out –  I clouted my head right on the bruise on the edge of the door – Think I said something like “Oh, fancy that!”

Decided to have the Brussels pate with mushrooms and garden peas with the potatoes for my fodder.

Got cried away a bit when it came to making it. Polish pork, sweet potatoes, new potatoes, beetroot, tomatoes, red peppers and fresh peas, with an apple banana, lemon drizzle and the two cobs from Lidl.

Horrible time trying to get to sleep again, fretting about Olive and everything else that came into mind! Tsk!

Inchcock Today Fri 8th July 2016: Big arson fire in Nottingham, forgot to collect the prescriptions, little walk about and Olive did me a massage… Wonderful!

Friday 8th July 2016 – Vendredi 8 Juillet 2016

0600hrs: Jumped awake and in a right state physically and mentally. No idea when I’d nodded off last night, but for once I’d turned off the TV. Around me as clung precariously off the £300 second-hand recliner that refused to budge to let me out, but I got there. Hehe!

No eating or drinking today, before the CDH tests.

Update the diary.

Did the ablutions and took the medications with tap water. Getting ready and all set when I spotted a fire about two miles away down in the Basford area.

 

Found out later, that apparently, 16 and 17-year-old yobboes have been arrested for arson and endangering lives. I wonder if they will get a fine to be paid out of their dole money at 50p a week?

The rain was falling, so I put the bag in another bag and placed them in another bag. Made sure I’d got the nurses nibbles and umbrella with me.

As I departed, the rain stopped.

Soon arrived at the surgery for the 0830hrs appointment, another bloke as there waiting for his CDH checks as well, as it was not yet 0830hrs, we had to wait outside for ten minutes.

We were admitted, and the nurse called me in for the tests. During which, I was informed not to take so much sugar, I’m far too heavy, the pasty look on my face is probably due to me taking too much sugar in my foods, I must take urine sample with me again on Tuesday’s INR blood test arrangement and I can only expect the right arm hand and shoulder to get worse and she will make an appointment to have them looked at later. I thanked her, gave her the nibbles and departed!

Walked to the launderette and gave Mandy a laugh telling her about it, and gave her her nibbles.

Then on to the Lidl store. Got two cheesy cobs, sweet and sour sauce and some sweeties to top up the nibble store supplies.

Then did a little Whoopsiedangleplop as I tried to get on a bus back to Sherwood, and the driver threw me off for being too early. I did feel a fool! Hehe!

So I walked it back instead, being, as the feet and knees weren’t feeling too bad at all. (They were by the time I got back. Huh!)

The walk went okay until I got into Sherwood, then the plates started giving some gip. I got into Woodthorpe Grange Park, not many dog walkers around, or even Pavement Cyclists either.

The rain held off, and I took a photographicalisation of under the chestnut trees near to the pitch and putt course.

I thought it came out alright?

I might try to add a figure of yours truly and a TFZ gal to it later for a bit of fun if yer know worra mean like.

The legs and feet were well aching by the time I got down the gravel hill path and back to the flat. Wee-weeing being the most necessary activity when I got in.

The fire was still going!

I made my first cuppa of the day (No nibbling, honestly!) Then sent a copy of the fire I took to the Nottingham Post for them to use if they wanted to.

Laptop on and updated this twaddle.

Must try to get some Facebooking caught up with, and then get to see how Olive is getting on.

Realised another Whoopsiedangleplop had taken place – I forgot about collecting the prescriptions from the chemist earlier! And there I was next door at the launderette! Sad innit?

Got some Facebooking done.

Then got another demand in the post from British Gas fro the electricity bill I got on June 4th – which Deana had phoned about and after a long time talking, told me not to pay it and we got advice that the account was closed on 8th June.

Popped in to see the excellent Olive she was watching Wimbledon on her good sized TV. I bet she can read the subtitles on this one. Hehe!

She looked at the letter, then sorted my pains by rubbing in the pain gel to areas I could not reach myself, for me.

Bless her cotton socks.

I departed and went to the Community Hut seeking help. Julie was in not Deana. She called up British Gas and spent ages getting nowhere with then. They asked for the meter number, so I was sent back to the flat with a key opener to get in the box outside the apartment to find it.

I took a photo of the number on the meter. Returned to the Community Hut with it, and Julie again phoned them. This time, they told us that there were two meters in the box – which there wasn’t! Also, that one meter is on economy 10 and the other one on the standard rate?

I asked if they were lying last month or now? They had told us not to pay the bill then???

Then they rang off while Julie was waiting again listening to the music!

Julie shot off home, telling me she would ring them again on Monday – oh dear!

Back to the flat again, had some more wee-wee efforts. Updated diary once again to here, and got the fodder on the go. Roast peppers, parsnips and carrots, chicken thighs, tomatoes, beetroot, potato hashes and the cheesy cobs.

A quick bit of Facebooking while it all cooked, well, the hashes and vegetables anyway.

Not bad at all, 8.9/10.

The nodding off soon started after I’d settled to watch a James Bond DVD movie.

Eventually, after perhaps dozens of nod-offs and rewinds, I gave up and put the TV on. The same thing happened again, and I gave up again and got the book out to read… nodded off at last!

Inchcock Today Wed 29 June 16: First visit to Chiropodist today!

 Wednesday 29th June 2016

Woke around 0155hrs, desperate to get back to sleep and continue the dream I’d been having! I failed, but did scribble some notes down on the pad for later it seems, as I found them after I’d managed to nod off again and woke at 0445hrs. Of course, I could remember nothing of the dreams, but the notes informed me that I was young again, and doing what kids do, with a particular group of females. Amongst the words on the paper were: Dancing, snogging and Skoda Estelle?

To the throne, made a cuppa and got the laptop on. Did some graphicalisationing, Facebook, WordPress and emails. Then went on Google Maps to see where the Feet First Chiropodist was on Upper Parliament Street.

Very handily placed with the L9 bus-stop just a few yards away.

Around 0830hrs, I had to force myself off the laptop and get the ablutions done in readiness for my departure out into the heavy rain and winds! A chance to test the new umbrella out.

I nipped to see Olive on the way out, give her a box of liqueurs and asked if it is alright for me to call tomorrow and get a pain-gel massage. She agreed, and she was looking well this morning.

Down to the lobby, where three Lady tenants and two male had gathered to wait for the bus to arrive. Nice chinwag, joke and I gave them some nibbles. Well, not one man, he is known amongst the old tenants as Mr Grumps, for good reason.

Got the bus, it was late, but at least it came today.

The rain continued to pour down, and I tried out the new umbrella as I walked to the Wilko store, it was fine and coped with the wind (The weather’s wind, not mine. Hehehe!). I got the citrus scented arm spray, and nipped to the Poundland Store, in hopes they may have some of the Deo-fabric-spray back in stock, they hadn’t, but they did have some After Eight Mints, so I got a box for Olive.

Naughty Nottingham Pavement cyclists were rampant all around yet again.

I nipped down to the Feet First Chiropodist and gave the lady on reception my list of medications. She gave me an A4 New Patient form to fill in. After ten minutes she’d spotted me still going, as I tried to get all the medications listed in the box provided, copying them from the three prescription lists. She offered to photocopy them for me. Then found the printer had ran out of ink. Again she helped by copying them for me onto another A4 sheet by hand.

I was shortly called into a treatment room, and the lady got me plates into a bowl of bubbling water, then got her shears out and cut me toe nails, even filed them afterwards – and… she put my socks back on for me, cause she saw how I struggled to get them off earlier. Bless her cotton socks!

I made another appointment with the receptionist for Friday 12th August at 1115hrs, paid me £25 and out into the  rain. This brolly is a good un up to know anyway.

I went up and over the walk-over and took a photograph of the weather-beaten Nottinghamians below.

Three alcoholics had settled in the corner and were making some threatening noises in my direction as I took this photograph on the left, through the glass.

I asked them if they wanted their photo taken – I think they said something like “Go forth and multiply”, but in other words like.

I limped along through the Victoria Centre (Mall) and had a walk through the market. Very sad so many empty stalls and bad food on show. I went all the way through, window shopping. At the other end was a Pound World shop, so I nipped in there to look for  any fabric freshener but they didn’t have any either. I did get some caramelised biscuits and a box of 160 Brooke bond D tea-bags, though. Not had them for a while.

The trusty new brolly protected most of me on the walk to the bus stop to catch the L9 bus back to the flats. Stirling Moss was driving it today, I recognise him now, after risking life and limb on his bus before.

Stayed awake. (Mostly thanks to driver Stirling’s and battling to stay in the seat at every corner and when he braked one had to take care you didn’t hit you head or chin on the seat in front)

Off the bus, Mr Grumpy was on the bus, but he ignored my greeting when he got on. Nipped up and wee-wee’d post haste, put the kettle on, the nibbles away, got the lamb hock boiling and got updating this post and did some graphics.

Checked the emails and Facebooked a while.

The nosh turned out a bit of a disaster I’m afraid.

The potato waffles were tasteless, the lamb all bone, the bread dried, the apple super-tasteless… the dessert too sweet, but the banana was nice!

I could only rate this one at 3/10!

Picked up TV mag to see what was on, and the programmes I chose did not show, other programmes came on? I checked with the built in TV guide and that was different again? I thought I was going bonkers?

Found a letter delivered from Virgin, informing me that the TV and internet would not be available on 21st July from 0700hrs to 17oohrs while they upgrade the service? But the phone line will not be affected.

Well, the Virgin internet connection certainly needs something doing to it, it is worse than what BT were, and that’s saying something.

I got the nibbles sorted and into the bag ready for the Social Hour tomorrow morning. I’m looking forward to that.

Sleep came easier tonight (at last), despite the left foot big toe stinging a bit. I think the filing, or maybe they cut the nail down a bit too far done at the chiropodist might be the reason?

Inchcock Today Tue 28 June 16: Mega-Whoopsiedangleplop Discovered! Well, two really.

Tuesday 28th June 2016

Woke at 0440hrs with the £300 second-hand recliner chair firmly refusing to lower itself – I climbed out feeling depressed with things: The Grammarly not working again and no idea how to sort it, CorelDraw8 playing up something rotten, England making a fool and embarrassing themselves against a deserving winning Iceland, Olive finding another skin cancer spot on my back when she pain-gelled me, the wet-room bare woods needing painting… all in all, I am in low spirits. Tsk!

To the porcelain throne, no hiatus there. Worried about how I’m going to find time to get the painting done, I’ve got the brushes, paint and cleaners all ready to go. Getting up the ladder and down on the floor into the corners might be interesting. INR blood test today and Chiropodist tomorrow, must get some fresh veg and fruit in today somehow as well. Seem to be fretting away over everything again this morning.

Made a cuppa and got the laptop on. Grammarly not working, so I tried a Restart – and the laptop froze midway? Force closed and started again, it opened but still no Grammarly apt?

Then CorelDraw8 froze on me! Tried to use the old CorelDraw7 and had to input passwords to access it? Did the graphic at the top of this page and tried loading CorelDraw8 again. Very very slowly it opened, with it seeming reluctant to do so?

Finished the Monday post, and started this off. Made another cuppa, with all the hassle the first one went cold, then realised I’d not taken the morning medications. Huh, fool! So I took them around 0715hrs.

Feeling rather melancholy, gloomy, dejected, sad and miserable now, I can’t help it. Made even worse when I read what the swearing on the pitch, gambling mad, overrated, High Class Hooker user Rooney said after the defeat on the BBC News site:

  1. Going into the last 16 facing Iceland we were confident we could win the game. It’s disappointing but we have to move on. Have you no shame to go with your excessive salary, hooker visits and gambling addictions?
  2. “It’s tough. There are always upsets in football – it’s not tactics, it’s just unfortunate. We know we’re a good team. You know your a good team? So did Iceland mate!
  3. “I can’t stand here and say exactly why it’s happened. Roy Hodgson will look back and think what he could have done differently. Well fancy that, blaming Roy for everything, I am surprised!

Rant over… I think?

Checked with the Google Calendar for the timings of the next few days appointments: 1040hrs today INR blood test, tomorrow 1030hrs Chiropodist to have my toes and feet done, must remember as it is the first visit, I have to get there early so I can give them a list of the medications I’m on and fill in medical forms. Thursday I hope to get to the Winwood Tenants Social Hour and take some photographs and then get to Asda (Walmart) for fodder and get the photographs printed.

Looks like I might get to tackle the cleaning and painting in the wet-room on Saturday? He says, hoping he’ll be a bit less down then and no ailments playing up like.

The new umbrella, that claims to be ‘Unblowoutable’

According to the weather forecast, I’ll need me brolly today. Taking the new ‘Can’t Blow Inside-Out one with me. We’ll see about that. Hehe!

0746hrs now, and the second cup of tea has also gone cold.

Posted yesterdays diary and did a bit of Facebooking and some more graphicationalisating for the TFZers Girls in long dresses series. Taking ages this one.

Time had shot by, so I got the ablutions done, a quick shower, changed into me togs, things in the bag, and off at 0955hrs I was off on a walk to the surgery in Carrington, taking the rubbish bags to the chute on my way down.

Walked  easily, nice and steady down Winchester Street hill and left up and down Mansfield Road into Carrington and arrived at  the Sherrington Surgery and sat doing the crossword for half an hour or so. Even getting one finished with only having to cheat looking at the answer  for one clue!

The nurse asked me how I was, and quickly got the Warfarin INR blood taken. I was soon out and walking down into Carrington.

Mandy and BJ at the launderette

As I passed the launderette I noticed BJ’s car was outside, I nipped in for a chinwag.

Took a photographicalisation of Mandy and BJ. Promising to get a print of the photo done on Thursday and let the each have a copy.

Nice little hobble today

A little natter and BJ was off to Asda (Walmart) and I went to the Lidl store to get overcharged. But it was a new assistant that served me and didn’t get overcharged or sneered at. Nice change that at Lidl. Got some cobs, jacket potatoes, nibbles for the nurses and Tenant Social hour on Thursday and some apples and bananas.

Then out and walked back to Sherwood, hoping to catch a bus up the hill to the flats, but I’d just missed one, so had to walk back as well.

Called in Wilko and got a spray bottle to use me shower curtain cleaner with.

Shame I didn’t get a chance to try-out the new umbrella.

Still, it made a nice little walk for me.

Noticing the laundry room was empty as I got it the foyer, I made my way up to 72, and put away the shopping, then got the laundry ready, cash and cleaners and went down to the wash-room – Got the washing into the machine and went back up to the flat to update this tosh.

Back down to move the washing into the dryer and Obergruppenfurher Julie told me the big dryer was out of action and would I make an ‘Out of Order’ notice and stick it on the machine. This did with the pen and paper from my inside pocket. While doing this, I realised I’d made a Whoopsiedangleplop at some time earlier – for there on the sink was someone’s washing that had been dried… after examining the clothing I realised it was mine! The washing I took down this morning was still in the washer? By the time I’d done the sign, it was finished and I put the togs into the only dryer working. Felt a bit of a clot at this stage! This was not helping with depression! Hehe!

Back up to the apartment again, updated this to here, made a brew, took the midday medications, wee-wee’d and back down to collect today’s washing from the dryer.

Odd socks drying… Humph!

As I packed the togs into the bag, I realised I’d got two odd socks.

Checked the washer and found then other two still in there!

1355hrs: Back up and put the two wet items on the heater in the kitchen with the two dry ones above them so as not to forget where I put them later on.

Worried about myself now!

Definitely fretting about myself now!

How did I leave and forget about the washing in the dryer?

How did I pass the memory test at the Doctors?

Put the second lot of washing away.

Made a cup of tea and updated this again. Realised the promised rain had not matured yet.

Got CorelDraw8 going and tired to do some graphic manipulation with it, one object at a time, in the hope that it would not freeze on me again this time. I got many done, but it did freeze again. So I posted those I’d done on the TFZers site, felt sorry for myself, got some nosh on the cook, sobbed and got me head down, it being so late and me getting carried away with the art working and now feeling completely shattered.

Got some fodder, took the medications and had a few hours nodding off for a few minutes, watching TV for few minutes, nodding off for a few minutes, watching TV for few minutes, nodding off for a few minutes, watching TV for few minutes… Hehe!

Inchcock Today Fri 17 June 2016: Happy day

Friday 17th June 2016

What a dream. I only slept for a couple of hours but I was back in the dream world being chased around a gigantic office complex, corridors hunted this time by hundreds of postmen trying to hand me a letter as I ran away, ended up on the roof?

It was already gone 0700hrs by the time I’d made a cuppa and taken the medications. Very late for me, but the lack of sleep forced my poor battered body to overlay, for the first time in years!

Did my ablutions then got the laptop on to finish the post off for yesterday.

Around 0830hrs, I’d got that done, and then assembled the things I needed for the visit to see Deana Walker, the helpful if busy, Obergruppenfureress of the compound at the Community Shed. She had to sort it today as far as she could because she is off for a week and a half tomorrow. She kindly filled in the application form for the Podiatry assessment. I later filled it in and foolishly forgot that it needed the Doctors signature on it! I’d stamped and sealed the envelope, Tsk! So I did it again and left the form in the unsealed envelope, this time, ready to take with me on my next INR test, which I don’t know when it will be because I have not had a return form and date from the haematology department yet. Ain’t life messy at times?

She then advised me on the Coopers of Stortford sales pamphlet I’d received with someone else’s name on it? She said they were a good company, and others had used it in the past. So I got the go ahead to do an order for some stuff on the internet.

Said thanks and bid Julie and Deans farewell and back to the home… I like that word. On the way, I spotted three wood pigeons on the grass.

Beautiful!

Back to the laptop and did the order for the catalogue stuff, overdid it again!

Ordered a pole with shelves for the shower room, storage… well, two storage boxes, waterproof and very narrow. I think they will fit in nicely, I hope so. Also bought two umbrellas that they say will not blow inside out, two for the price of one! Finally, a collapsible walking stick. The delivery it told me at the end of my placing the order and paying for it, will be within 28 days! Hey-ho, hope I’m in when it all arrives? Got an email in confirmation.

Checked the emails and started this post going.

Blimey, had the time passed! Gone 1300hrs now! No time to go on Facebook, as I need to go into Sherwood and take some stuff to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop, and get some bread and vegetables.

I got down and outside and decided to take a picture of a single daisy on the verge…

Went back up to get the camera. Called in to see Olive, had a chat. To the flat got the camera and down and out again to take the photo of the beautiful daisy.Realised I’d not got the mobile with me!

Realised I’d not got the mobile with me!

Went back up to get the mobile phone.

Yet again, down and outside. Got the photo of the daisy!

Walked down Winchester Street, the sun was out, it wasn’t raining nor was it cold at all.

Walked down Winchester Street, the sun was out, it wasn’t raining nor was it cold at all.

Called in the fruiterer’s, but they had no Cox’s apples. Up the hill and called in Wilko to get a bottle of Dettol lavender disinfectant, but they had none in stock!

Met a pavement cyclist on the way.

Went into the Co-op store. Bought some tomatoes, I couldn’t cope with the bitter polish ones I had left, so I’ll use them in my next casserole. A lemon-curd swiss roll, some lettuce and cucumber (For my planned salad and potato rostis) and a pack of mini jam doughnuts, that were 2 for pound, but had to pay 69p for the one and only one they had left on sale. Grumph!

Walked up and through Woodthorpe Park back to the flats and walked the last stint down through the copse.

It was so wonderful in there, no one else about and the birds songs rampant.

The mud was a bit slippery mind.

Had a bit of bother getting out at the bottom of the hill.

Nearly had a Whoopsiedangleplop a couple of times, but caught my balance safely.

Glad to say.

The weather had gone a bit dark, and the sunshine weakened earlier when I was on Mansfield Road after I came out of the Co-op store.

For some reason, I’d altered the settings on the camera and took this photo in mono?

Safe back in the building, I called in to share the doughnuts with Olive.

Back at the flat, I got the salad and chicken on the plate ready, and the rostis in the oven cooking.

Updated this and then dined well on, potato rostis, mushrooms. sweet peppers, onions in oil, diced salad beetroot with carrots and onions, tomatoes, mini pork pie and chicken thighs.

Took the medications, turned on the TV and drifted into slumber.

Woke after an hour or so, and realisedfor some reason, I’d forgot to fetch the prescriptions form the chemist.

Humph!

Watched a bit of a Law & Order episode and continued to battle to get back to sleep again, but kept on nodding off for a few minutes at a time for ages.

Inchcock Today Thur 16 June 2016: Busy day

Thursday 16th June 2016

What a dream… I was being chased by feet, yes feet! Corridors and passages blood everywhere with these giant feet with heads on where the ankles should have been? I didn’t recognise any of the heads, though. They had eyes on their feet, at the base of their toes and the toes had kitchen utensils sticking out of them: forks, knives, spoons, spatulas, etc.?

When I woke, I saw the kitchen towels with their blobs of blood at the side of the £300 second-hand creaking recliner and checked if the ear had stopped bleeding.

It was well matted, so I decided to leave it alone and show the nurse later at the INR blood test with the surgery nurse. I’ll just wash it gently around the lesion I think.

Took the medications with a cup of char.

To the porcelain throne – most difficult, painful passing this morning. But, no bleeding!

Put the list of things to remember for today’s proceedings in me bag while I thought of it.

 Did my ablutions.

Laptop on and finished the Wednesday post off. Then started to do this one.

Got ready and wandered down to the Community Hut for the Tenant’s Social Hour. BJ did not come as he said he was going to. Disappointed.

I’d forgotten to take the camera and mobile with me so I couldn’t ring him up to see if he was alright. However, it was a good session today. Mainly gossiping with and listening to Toni, William and Eddie. I enjoyed it so much.

Back to the flat in the rain, wee-wee’d and made a cuppa, got the laptop back on to update this to here, then remembered about calling BJ to see how he is. So I did. No reply, hope he’s alright, I’ll call at his house on the hobble to the surgery later.

Rang Sister Jane. “The number you are calling is unavailable at this time”?

Did some Facebooking.

Set out on my walk to the doctors. Meeting some residents in the lobby, and had a chinwag. Which meant I was a going to be little later than planned when I got to the surgery. I pushed myself as far as I could, and I managed to get there just in time for my appointment.

The nurse told me I’d done the right thing with the bleeding earhole. She gave me an application form and leaflet for Nottingham City Care Podiatry, I’ll get time in the morning to study it and ask Deana for guidance, I hope.

She did the test, and I was soon on my way to the bus stop to catch a bus to Arnold to pick up the photographs; crap they were!

Heads cut off, writing cut off, huh!

Caught a bus into Arnold and had a wander around, foolishly going into Boyes store and coming out many pounds lighter and a great bag of articles I’d purchased. Still, I now have an extra pair of trousers, another can of foot spray, and shower room anti-fog spray, some loose fitting boxer shorts and a pack of three comfy-fit socks.

The spending continued when I got the photographs at Asda (Walmart) and got some shopping while I was there. Wholemeal Irish Batch Bread, Honey yoghourts, two desserts, tomato puree and a TV paper for next week.

I took a photo to put on the TFZ Facebook page of some summer hats with bras in the background. The summer hats for the gals and the bras for the lads. Hehehe!

Feeling tired then. Made my way to the bus stop to get the last L9 bus back to the flats.

Observed that the bench near the stop had suffered even more damage that on Tuesday, again.

At the bus stop, a lady chatted with me and caught the same bus.

The sun was shining now, no signs of rain whatsoever?

The British weather is so changeable nowadays.

Stayed away for the whole journey, although it was a close thing at times.

When I got off the bus, I meandered down towards the copse.

In the bushes were many bee-like insects and one I couldn’t recognise at all.

I tried taking a photo, but only caught one bee-like and the unknown one.

A bit like a butterfly but with very narrow wings?

Got in, noticed the washing machines were free. Up to the flat and wee-wee’d lengthily, got the laundry down and in the washer.

Two hours later I’d got it all done and back to the apartment and got the stuff away in the airing cupboard and clothe racks.

Well tired out now, weary and ready for the kip.

But I managed to get the fodder prepared without any hiatus.

Martin’s recommended Rooster chips, chicken thighs, tomatoes, peppers, onions and beetroots. Lemon dessert and an apple to follow, and only two slices of Batch Bread eaten with it – as part of my deliberate rigid dietary practice that I had adopted.

Marvellous meal!

Sorted out some proggies to watch on the goggle-box from 2000hrs to 2200hrs… Fell asleep around 2010hrs, and woke up at 0035hrs! Best laid plans eh?

Reckon I dod too much today, of course after I woke up and climbed out of the shuddering and getting more noisier £300 recliner chair to go to the porcelain – I couldn’t get back to sleep for ages.

Hey-ho!

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