Inchcock Today Mon 15 Feb 16: A nothing day – but I did manage to drop the milk again. Hehe!!

A lawyer was filling out a job application when he came to the question: “Have you ever been arrested?”

He answered no to the question.

The next question, intended for those who answered the preceding question with a yes, was “why?”

Nevertheless, the lawyer answered it:

“I Never got caught.”

He got the job!

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Monday 15 February 2016

0300hrs: I sprang awake, urgently needing the porcelain, the right leg throbbing again, I hobbled to the bathroom. As I sat reading Kenneth William’s diaries, feelings of frustration and an alarming overpowering sensation that something awful is about to occur? A horrible expectancy of doom or disaster? Have you ever had this happen to you? Put me in a right ‘Worry Mode’ state of mind, have I any Tikvah!

However, the haemorrhoids and Little Inchy were not bleeding, only the reflux valve and angina were giving me any real grief.

I went into the kitchen and realised I’d left me dirty pots in the bowl last night. Naughty Inchcock! Washed them and put them away, kettle on and made a cup of English Breakfast tea, and took my medications while I thought about it.

I could recall some tiny details of the dreams I’d had. One little bit that was clear as glass, yet nothing about the rest of them? I was in a long narrow room at a desk with inkwells, Dickensian-looking, drab, dusty. People were coming in, and each one was selling me one of their shoes? I was paying them a penny farthing for each one. I even recall getting the farthings from a Bisto tin, just like the one I used to keep my paper round wages in years and years ago? A sensation that I’d had so much more escapades during my dreams was present, but no other recollections. Annoying innit?

Laptop on, diary for Sunday finished and posted.

Did some Facebooking and checked the emails.

Got in the bathroom and cleaned my wobbly body and medicated the areas that needed medicating.

IMG_0001When I eventually returned to the kitchen to make another brew, the light fall of snow we’d had outside looked beautiful.

Took this photograph.

Sorted out the paperwork for the Government Pensions contact numbers.

I called Sister Jane on her mobile. Enjoyed the natter we had.

Then got myself wrapped up, took the rubbish bag to the chute and got done the lift and out to the Winwood Community Shed to ask Dean or Julie if they would phone the pensions people for me, to inform them of my change of address for me.

I arrived and was lucky to catch them both in. They had four other complexes to visit today.

Boing! I’d left my paperwork back in the flat! Tsk!

Back to the flats and up the lift to retrieve the paperwork with the details on it. expectation

Back down and out to the hut again. Deana sorted it out for me. It took her ages, and the woman I had to speak to, to confirm details was incomprehensible to my ears.

I then asked them what flat the lady named Jean lived in. Her being the woman I had promised to take some DVDs to for her to view. Julie informed me it was number 48.

IMG_0002I grovelled and thanked them, then left to go back to the flat.

En route, I noticed someone had created some Nottingham Street art with their car, by driving on the pavement.

Nice of them, I thought.

The sun was shining, but it was bitter cold this morning.

I remembered the Morrison’s delivery was coming today twixt 12/1300hrs.

Hastened (Limped) back to the flat, when I got in I collected the DVDs for tenant Jean, and set off to find her flat to give them to her. After much going up and down on the lift, I found number 48 on the sixth floor. Knocked on the door, and finally got to pass over the films for her.

The right leg was less bothersome today, but still not good yet. I wonder how long it can take for a torn muscle to repair itself? I think it’s been about six days now?

Back to the flat and made a cuppa and got the laptop on to update this twaddle.

Feeling a bit weary again.

Facebooked some more and then made some fodder.

IMG_0027A simplistic nosh today.

Beetroots, sweet potato slices, one baked potato, halved and with cheese, and some cooked pork loin bread-thin sandwiches.

Rated this one 8.2/10.

Pottered about trying to find my walking stick ready for the morrow’s trip to the surgery. I knew I had it earlier IMG_0028when I got up?

When I did spot it in the kitchen, hanging on the curtain railing over the thermometer, I wondered how the heck I’d managed not to see it before?

Took my medications later than planned.

Made a cuppa, dropped the milk for the second time in the last few days.

Cleaned it up, swore some and then washed the pots up.

Nestled down to watch the TV, and that was the end of my interest in this particular Monday.

Zzzzz…

Inchcock Today: Mon 25th Aug 14

Monday 25th August 2014

A nice trip out for the old git

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Drizzly day

Woke about 0400hrs, couldn’t nod off again. Lay there thinking of the horrible dreams I’d been having. Thought I might record em on this bog. By the time I’d gotten downstairs made a cuppa and me porridge, I couldn’t remember em, huh!

BT internet in and out again this morning.

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Inchcock gets mechanical

Found missed call, voice-mail message (that I could not hear), and text message from Big John Wayne me mate. Said he’s going to Papplewick Pumping Station today, and he will ring me in the morning (today).

Got some blogging done despite BTs best attempts to foil and frustrate me completely.

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Big John cautious with the horse

Rang BJ, and agreed to go with him and his better half Julie.

I had to be  at his dwelling a 1230hrs.

Did me ablutions (No blood, hurrah!).  Dizzy spell whilst having a wash and shave.

Set off on me walk to Sherwood to BJs house.

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Inchcock looking happy (Worrying that!)

We set of and got to Papplewick about 1300hrs.

 Great walk about, and natter to many folk there. Despite the rain, we all enjoyed it, me very much so. Nice to get out with someone to talk to.

Fed the fish in the pond. Fussed a horse in the WW1 display, and it didn’t bite or kick me either!

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Inchcock pretends he is talking to someone

I got back about 1605hrs, BJ dropped me off at the house.

Made cuppa, and got laptop going to update this blog.

BT internet in and out again.

Later, did some microwave sausage sandwiches for me nosh.

By gum, I live the good life yer know… or not?

I actually made a friend today at Papplewick Pumping Station yer know… her was big, hairy, had four legs, big teeth, and wafted her tail in my direction…

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Inchcock’s new friend. Daisy!

TTFN all.