A Nottingham tenant in a toiletless apartment in an Old Peoples Flats Complex is protesting at the local Ice Cream Van, the noisy jingles, the van obstructing the free bus-pass services access, blocking his wheelchair and above all the children as they noisily queue for their ices. The man Juan Inchcock, told the Marissa Bergen, the Drummers Weekly reporter: “I don’t mind about all this really, it just annoys me that the chap has sold out of all his 99’s to the ankle snapper before I can get out of the flat, a lift down 13 floors, get the lobby doors to open and hobble to the van to knock them out of the way with me walking stick! It’s just not fair!
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Thursday 9th June 2016
Stirred around 0525hrs, the second hand £300 recliner chair operated without any hiatus and let me out of it to pass water and use the throne. Much blood from the rear, a tiny bit from ‘Little Inchy’s lesion.
I’d dreamt something about my being in outer-space in a powered shopping trolley, wearing a leather hat and trying to catch butterflies with two saucepan lids with Acker Bilks ‘In a Persian Market’ playing in the background? I can remember all these facts, but nowt else about it. Tsk!
Took the medications with a cuppa and pot of porridge, then tackled the job of getting all the stand-up bath materials and paraphernalia and got myself cleaned up, the best I could. Made substantial use of the underarm spray and after-shave. Although, once again I managed to spill the bowl of soapy water I’d soaked me feet in while stood at the sink washing.
I didn’t know if the flooring workers were coming and if so at what time? But knew I had to go out to the INR blood test, clinic and to take sister Jane her pressies. (Having done that now, I can show you picture of them).
Two cushions with photographs I’d took of Mr Fooey on the left, and Tabitha, who passed away a good while ago, as she jumped up on the counter and looks for all intents and purposes as if she was checking out my pension paperwork for me. My two favourites of her cats, but I like them all mind.
I went on Facebook, checked the emails and did some graphic work for ages and ages. I thought the workmen might come the same time as all the others did, o800 to 0830 hrs, but none had shown by 0930 hrs, and I did not know if they would be coming or not. So I got the nibbles and meandered to the Tenants Social Hour at the hut. To my pleasant surprise, I saw BJ arriving and going in as I approached the shed. Julie was in the office and I explained about my concerns about leaving before the maintenance men arrived. Being as I did not know where the men were coming from, she said there is nothing she can do.
So I went back in the meeting and had a chinwag with BJ, Toni, Bill and Eddy for a while.
BJ said he’d lift me to the doctors and suggested I go back to the flat and see if they have arrived yet. So I did, then returned. BJ said to put a note on the door – ‘ Floor men – for access please ring…’ and add Julie and Deana’s phone numbers. I should have thought of that myself really. William kindly got and wrote down the numbers for me. Back to the flat and put the note on the door. BJ lifted me with my two bags to the surgery, dead on time. Thank you BJ.
The nurse soon saw to me but refused to let me take her photo today because she didn’t like the last one I took.
I took her likeness as she turned away. She had to laugh.
I thanked her, gave her some nibbles and departed out to the bus stop on Mansfield Road.
One arrived and in fifteen minutes I was dropping off in town and walked through Victoria Centre (Mall) and up the new escalator to the first floor.
IT came out between two fast food eat-ins. This car was part of one of them.
As I walk the length of the centre, I noticed this chap on the ground floor giving a piano some hammer and singing! There was writing on the side of the handsome white pianissimo, inviting anyone to give other shoppers a song? Thought it was a great idea!
Hobbled along and out into the walk-over. Where three young girls were smoking something very odd smelling with guilty looks on their faces, one of them was wafting her hand around as I approached. I noticed through the window, a youth who it appears, had just got down for a kip on the pavement outside the Boots store?
I took two photographs, one wide and a close-up of the youth and made this up.
Lovely weather today. I went over and down then around and to the West Bridgford bus stop, where a number 7 was just loading up.
Alighted on Central Avenue in West Bridgford and being a tad early for Jane’s, I called in the Iceland store. Got a bag of eight little wholemeal cobs, some chicken thighs and desert treats for Jane and Pete.
Hobbled to the Mansion where Janet and Pete live, it only took about 12 minutes to get there.
They seemed in good spirits. I nipped into their front room and placed the cushions on their settee for them to see later. I should have taken a photo shouldn’t I?
First attention was given to Mr Fooey of course. I gave him some and Arthur some nibbles, and they both loved them.
I got myself down (nearly) to Fooey as he was relishing his little treat.
My getting back up, was some amusement for Sue and Pete at least. Hehe!
I had a go at sorting the picture out on Pete’s laptop, and we worked out how to get his homemade videos onto his display programme. I love it when I can help, be of use like.
Then I invited them to go into their front room to see their pressies… Thank heavens they loved them.
We had a visit from the PCO, they are having bother with a horrible neighbour.
I gave them half the cobs and the trifles and departed, unsure if I would be in time to catch the last L9 bus from town, I decided not to rush, and I could grab a number 40 and walk missing having to climb the big hill at least.
At the stop, a female Pavement Cyclist all but hit me she belted by, naughty girl! Then as the bus was arriving, a bloke Pavement Cyclist was on the other sideway! Tsk!
It turned out when I got in town, once again like the other day, for some reason the 39 bus did not leave on time, and again I made it in time due to his leaving late and got the bus back to the flats. Hell of a job staying awake, I think I must have nodded off around four or five times en route, but was awake when we arrived at the flats.
Eagerly and apprehensively I made it to the apartment to see if anyone had been to tend to the shower floor… The door was unlocked, no one about, but I knew someone had been in due to the dust and bits on the hallway carpet. Gingerly I opened the WC door
… Dang dang dang…
The shower room floor had been laid! I dare not go in because they had warned me ages ago that it will need two/three days to settle before the shower could be used and it was safe to do so. And, I don’t know if it is finished or not yet, there might be a waterproofing layer to go?
I popped down to the Community Hut, and luckily Deana was in.
She had told the workmen to ring her when they had finished, and she could come and secure the flat. They didn’t, so she didn’t. So, we don’t know if they have to come back tomorrow or not? The farce continues!
Deana asked me to send her a copy of the photograph of her I took when she helped me out again with sorting the ‘double’ electricity bills I’d had yesterday, that I’d doctored.
Back to the flat none the wiser as to if I had to stay in or not again! Humph!
I sent the doctored graphic via email to Deana.
When it came to me updating this Inchcock Today – I found I’d lost all the content! Gnash! No idea how I managed that. So I started from scratch again. Took me flaming hours!
Decided to treat me, this time, Chicken thigh, chips, garden peas, onions, peppers and beetroot… oh and two little wholemeal cobs.
Very late for me by the time I’d got the updating done it was hours passed my bedtime.
How I was going to manage without using the throne, I didn’t know. But no one knew really, if I could go into, or when I could stop on the shower room floor to get to the loo?
Friday, as long as I don’t go out, I can use the Community Shed toilet. Between 0830 and 1600 hrs at least. But the shed is not open at the weekend as there will be no staff on the complex? What then?
I’ll have to see and bother Deana again in the morning to see if she can find out if I can go into the shower room, without using the shower of course?
Fed-up, tired, feeling a nonentity, learning new sufferings as I am forced to try new ways of holding back the urge to use the porcelain, feel a nuisance to all and sundry and a sense that I’m suffering occulcation.
I’ll see what tomorrow brings – respite and conclusion, and being able to use the throne would help! Hehe!
Then I stood at the kitchen window and daydreamed, while drinking another cup of tea. I suppose that it is my sore throat, that is making me take more liquid? Not a good idea, with me having to walk for forty minutes to the surgery, then catch a bus to the clinic, then a bus into town, an hour walking about to try and get some pill-pots that Mary of TFZ fame advised. Some fodder too. Then a bus back to Sherwood and a long walk up to the flats. I waffled on a bit there didn’t I? Sorry.
Made an appointment for the CHD checks and asked for a sample pot which she gave me. Friday 8th July 0830 hrs. Of course, not point in going to the clinic was there now. Humph!
Ten minutes later, near the Gregory Boulevard traffic island on Mansfield Road, the second Pavement Cyclist appeared.
Halfway up the hill near the Rock cemetery another naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was tearing down the hill towards me.
Road and I took a photo of yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on the opposite side of the road.
Out of the mall, and made my way back to the City Centre along Bridlesmith Gate.
Got back to the flat to find the key had been posted by the electricians as they left. Not much mess at all thankfully this time.
Leaving the shop, I couldn’t resist taking this photographicalisation of the three dogs where she had tied the lead to while she popped in a store.
Walked across the pelican lights and back up the hill and over and down to Woodthorpe Grange Park entrance, and up the tree-lined footpath.
Up to the turn off to the right to go down the gravel footpath and the wind really was blowing there.
Updated this to here and got the nosh ready.
Walking to the surgery I espied to this gentleman had parked on a one-way street, the right way, but on double yellow lines about 15ft from the T-junction with the main road.
However, although she moaned about not having much time, she did look at the BP record and wrote down if the Sys is below 140, and the Dia is below 90 let them know. Which confused me a bit, cause the Dia has never been as high as 90? Gave her the nibbles, and made my way dangerously to the bus-stop to get one to Arnold. I say dangerously because of the two young ragamuffin Pavement cyclists that very nearly had me and a few other pedestrians with their weaving at speed through the crowds. By the time I got the camera out they were well away and mixed in the distance with the poor pedestrians.
Got the salad plate laid out, just added the potatoes and my lip were then smacking.
I sprang into life with such a jerk, I almost fell out of the chair! Within seconds, the instantly rememberable bits of the dream I’d been having evaporated and the need for a visit to the bathroom throne became apparent to me, along with the warm wet sensation of the leaking blood from the lower regions.
Onwards down Winchester Hill and up into Carrington and down to the GP surgery.
Dropped off and waddled into Tesco in Victoria Centre (Mall) and spent some money. I got a ready-made sandwich, chicken portions and potato cakes.
Busy, as I came out of the shop, I got a phone call. I thought it might be Steve Age UK, now titled Powher. But it was a Nottingham City Council chap wanting to come see te bathroom to measure and check it over. I told him I’d be there in about two hours.
I started to get this updated, then got the sandwiches and chicken and added some beetroot to them, and dined regally, but still worried about losing the wristlet, however, contended that hopefully, all the problems with and about the old house were now history!
Carefully pulled myself out of the broken 1959 imitation brown leather G-plan armchair to go to the bathroom to tend to Little Inchies bleeding lesion and didn’t realise I’d still got the headphones on.
Once in the apartment, I put away the extra medications and food I’d bought earlier on.
Cancer appointment that is due shortly. Kept stirring the Crock-pot.
Monday 11th April 2016
Got into town without meeting any other tenants en route.
Out and walked to the bank on Exchange Walk, passing through the Slab Square on the way.
Even more depressed now, I wandered put and to the Debenham store to see if they had any small slow-cookers in stock. 
on offer from £35 to £20! Then I took a look at the paring knives on display; this is where I made another faux par… I thought the price on this paring knife was £1.70 and thought by gosh, that’s good value! Later when I looked properly, I found it was £7! Errors like this are not doing my confidence any good yer know!
just managed to miss the L9.
the Nottinghamians as they milled around.
doors behind the bus shelter.
When I opened the slow-cooker and then felt a fool for buying it I found the leaflet with it was printed in minuscule fonts, and the information on it sparse.
I returned to the messy living room, a part drank bottle of orange flavoured spring water, the TV remote control, the TV paper, a tissue (Well, bit of kitchen towel, but tissue sounds posher), the mobile phone, the walking stick, the picker-upper grabber and the headphones littered the floor near the 1959 broken imitation leather arm chair. I reckon I must have fallen on me picker-upper cause it was a bit bent. The best one too, Huh! I checked the ottoman out, I’d cracked the lid on it.
Sherwood, via the Woodthorpe Park.
As I was passing the co-op store, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist overtook me on my left, very close to hitting me, then did the same on the right to the lady in this photo, forcing her to stop wondering hat was happening. Over the road and to the Sue Ryder shop to see if they had any medium ottomans in stock so I could replace the one I had broken when I fell on it. They didn’t.
Further down the road and called at BJ’s house. He wasn’t in, and I posted his photographs through his letter box for him. 
When I got in, used the porcelain and had a dizzy while doing so – then fatigue overcame me again (Tsk!) Got the fodder going, not what I had planned because I wanted only to get my head down.
I must remember to tell the nurse about my new bruises today at the INR blood test session. I’ve got a new one since taking this photograph. A mystery to me these are.
I got an email from my mate Duncan from Birmingham.
Got a quick wash and shaved ready for the Morrisons delivery of fodder.
Set off for the Clinic and surgery. A third of the way there and the rain pelted down and the wind blew as I hobbled up Mansfield Road.
As I left and waited for the bus, the sky looked a bit nasty again.
Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by me and weaved between the other pedestrians.
At the top of the hill, I took a photo of the old trees I fell in love with last month again.
It was close to 1430hrs and BJ’s ETA. Mind you he did say about 1430hrs, with BJ you can give an allowance a day or two either way. Haha! Some mail had been delivered.So I got the purchases put away
Hehe!
BJ arrived at 1510hrs.
Having bought the Frikadellens I could not resist having some.
I got up, WC’d, made a cup of tea and took the medications.
Back down and out to the Community Hut.A good few folks there already, mind you, I a bit late at having to go back for me hearing aid I suppose.
Asda (Walmart; I didn’t hand the ones out that Asda had cut the heads off of!) And realised I’d left them in the flat Tsk!
Back to the Community Hut and handed them out.
Nottingham Arena last week, was still in good form, though. A very sharp Senior Citizen lady.
Down with it to the room, and noticed Lily was in the foyer, and she asked if I had any nibbles for her.
Eventually, I emptied the dryer, cleaned the filter and had a wipe around.
I got in the flat and then noticed a letter stuck in the box. It was another Anticoagulation Record Notification.
and the INR Warfarin Blood Tests? Wednesday I don’t expect to be in any condition for travelling; It’s the dentist for me. Two fillings and two root canal jobs. (Whatever that is?)
No dizzies for a few hours now. That’s good.