Inchcockski – Saturday 30th May 2020: I Whinged, whinged and whinged today. Sorry!

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Saturday 30th May 2020

Dutch: Zaterdag 30 Mei 2020

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GM 100.100.15002:30hrs: I woke, the brain caught me up, and the sound of the annoying ‘Hum’ all around was a bit louder than of late – but, no time for that – Wee-wee-William was wanting to be freed!

Getting my unhealthy, aged, gargantuan oversized-stomached decrepit, body from the recliner and onto my feet, was no easy matter this morning.  But apart from Arthur Itis’s knees, the overgrown toenails, the ankle ulcer, the leg ulcer, Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Anne Gyna, there was little bothering. Hehehe!

I limped over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), and painfully proceeded with passing a WSSUGG (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Greeny-Grey) wee-wee! It still confuses me, how overnight, I cannot remember struggling out of the recliner at all, let alone hobbling over to the bucket or and using it, but it was half-filled? Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?

6Sat01As I entered the kitchen, I thought I’d photograph the view of the new, unwanted, thick-framed, unliked, letting-rain-in, designed by a nasty, foul, cruel photographers-hating designer. That has been deliberately modelled so that no handicapped or elderly camera-user can take a photograph of Chestnut Walk below, without risking life and limb to climb the stepladder to see what he is shooting. Inevitably causing injury, upsetting Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Dizzy Dennis, or Back Pain Brenda. Toe-stubbing and falling off of the ladder is something that will no doubt please the architect or whatever Satanistic nerd, who planned the layout. But it doesn’t bother me! I fear a niggly-period just might be coming on, sorry.

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Photographed Today!

WD 0.0.255 I got the kettle on. The pot is near the air-vent on the wall that kept falling off, and the wind howling in when I first arrived at the flat. (See Photo right!) A fitter came to have a look at it (in 2016, I think) and booked me in for call two-months later for someone to tackle the problem. A young man arrived as planned to tell me it has been cancelled due to an emergency. ‘Fair enough’, I said, ‘can’t be helped’. I got a letter a week later rebooking the job, for a date three weeks later. A different young man arrived, had a look and soon set about with his foam filler, and plugged the hole. I thanked him, and off he shot, and I went shopping. But it doesn’t bother me!

On my return, I found it just like it is now (Only whiter). WArden Dean called them for me to explain, and I got a booking for a call four-weeks later. A man arrived, agreed it was terrible and needed doing, especially as the foam had covered the electric socket and gone rock-hard. ‘I’ll get it booked in for you’. ‘Thanks, mate’. ‘No problem!’ But it doesn’t bother me!

All this was before I got the ankle and leg ulcers. Then got diagnosed with the Peripheral Neuropathy, (dying nerve-ends). Had to use the walking stick and/or the walker-guide. But it doesn’t bother me!

Then they rushed me into the hospital when I collapsed in the recliner, nothing found wrong? Then weeks later, I had the stroke! Spent six weeks in the stroke ward, then another four in a care home. Got back here, the right ankle giving way, dropping stuff, walking into things, collapsing with dizzies and Anne Gyna was confirmed as a new ailment for me. Then diagnosed as diabetic. But it doesn’t bother me!

The plastic cover still drops off now and then. The socket flashes with static. But no rush, I’ll be a goner soon, then it will be easier for them to mend things when I’m not in the way. ready for the next tenant. But it doesn’t bother me!

And now, five years later, I’ve given up all hope of getting an appointment to get the kitchen made-safe and cleaned up, and I am in no state to do it myself. But it doesn’t bother me!

Touch of self-pity and frustration crept in there big time, sorry again!

6Sat02Made the brew, did the medicalisationing. The sys had crept back up a bit. The pulse, too, but I think it’s within the range. But it doesn’t bother me!

Got Computer Cameron on, and made a needed graphic. Then started on updating the Friday blog. Thins went reasonable well, ailment-wise!

Got it completed and sent off to WordPress. Emailed the links. Pinterested a while. Had a long, but enjoyable bash on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking’s. Visited the WordPress Reader section. Then, off to get the ablutions done.

Farcicalisation comes to mind. It was to be just a stand-up job, else I might miss the Iceland delivery (A farce in itself, tell you about further on) and it was too early to use the shower anyway. But as you will see, things didn’t go according to plan!

6Sat04WD 0.0.255 The first thing, I found, was that I needed the Porcelain Throne to be utilised! Boy, had Constipation Konrad made a comeback! Agano would not be too a severe word to describe what I went through, or rather, what went through me! Hahaha! I thought it was going to be one of those grinding marathon sessions again, I got the crossword 6Sat03book out. But things fooled me, all of a sudden, things moved of their own accord… I had visions of my body being found, split into two halves! Blimus, the most hurtful evacuations ever! But it doesn’t bother me!

Silver-Lining Search Result: At least if I could rush the cleaning up, I could still have time to sort the black backs to the chute before the Iceland van arrived. The feet didn’t look too bad, but the discomfort was!

WDPMay31WD 0.0.255 The gums were bleeding, I got a bit too enthusiastic in my rushing the brushing. Tsk! The dropsies weren’t too bad, mind. The razors had a few flying off trips. The three shaving cuts were spread about. When I tried to cut the hairs behind the ear lobes, one nick on each side, and when I caught one, yes, caught one razor, as it shot out of my other hand, I sliced a tiny bit of of my finger end. Damned bad luck at the end, I dried, deodoranted and dressed, and Dizzy Dennis paid me a call, as I was going through the door, clouting my right shoulder on the frame.

6Sat05WD 0.0.255 Now, this has kicked Shuddering Shoulder Shirley into action! Which is currently making typing a bit of a task. But it doesn’t bother me! I’m fed-up listening to myself moaning. A closer look at the toes and feet in the front room showed that the ulcer had died down a lot, far less inflamed. The nails need attention, I must ask Deana if she can ring the clinic for me on Monday.

I got the waste bags made up, and took the three to the waste chute on the walker-guide trolley. Both lifts are now working as well. Although not in use.

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WD 0.0.255 Back to Cameron, and on WordPressing. Half-an-hour or so later, the Intercom rang. I limped to the panel, and it was not working! I got the feeling, that if I was to snuff-it soon, the other tenants might hold a long-distance party… I feel sure my abysmal luck is spreading throughout the fabric of the building! What next is going to break-down?

6Sat10It was the Iceland driver, bless him, he kept trying to ring, but there was no response to the accept button, and the screen did not show anything or any voices heard. I gt a jacket on, to rush down (rush? hahaha! I am a fool!). But the door chimed out, someone had let the bloke in. He told me that a colleague of his could not get in earlier either! As I said, what next? The lad left the stuff near the door and shot off, he didn’t look too happy, and I don’t blame him.

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The freezer and fridge were chockablock now! I got some of the Jersey Royal new potatoes in the slow-cooker, added some Hickory flavouring.

6Sat24Then back on Cameron, starting this post off. After three hours or so, and the same amount of SFRTFC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Cloudy) wee-wees, I got one of the Rocket Sours iced lollies from the freezer, and started to suck it vigorously! Lovely-jubbly! No taste to it mind, but it was cold and fizzy, highly acceptable! If this heat stays with us, I can’t see these lollies lasting long. Hehe!

The thermometer gave a reading of 34c indoors. I’m sure it must have been hotter outside. I took what was left of the sucker with me out into the balcony, which I thought was a good idea, to open a window and take some shots of the divine weather…

WDPbbsDWD 0.0.255A I went arse-over-tip on the first step over the raised door gliders! And what a kerfuffle!

WD 0.0.255 I put my hands out in front of me to lessen the fast-arriving im[act with the wooden slated running boards… the iced lollipop disappeared the slats, never to be seen again! I instinctively tried to grab between the gaps, and I got a splinter in the same finger I’d sliced with the razor earlier… But it didn’t bother me!

WD 0.0.255 Then, the Herculean task of getting back up again, which was handicapped by my trousers falling down! You couldn’t make it up! I was more bothered about anyone seeing me in this pickle than the pains I was in! Gluglegnatsworth!

Stil on my aching stinging knees, I crawled out of view back into the flat. What are the odds of someone seeing this little contretemps from another balcony? I cringed at the thought!  But it doesn’t bother me!

WD 0.0.255A I got myself sorted out. Getting back on my feet awkwardly, and banging the right knee and stubbing a toe! Cribblebogangonies! But it didn’t bother me!

It seemed that the braces had become unclipped during the tumble. I bravely tried to look nonchalant, and got the camera and wandered (Carefully!), back out to the balcony. I got the camera and scanned all the balcony’s in view, but didn’t see anyone in their p[od. (Fingers crossed) I took some shots of the folks below.

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6Sat17WD 0.0.255 I must have caught the selector-wheel, cause one came out a different size and shape than the other? This dog above on the left is the one I names ‘Yappy’. His bark could be heard by me, all the way up here on the 12th-floor, and without my hearing aids in! I took a picture of the housing straight ahead. It looked almost like a painting? But the sunshine of strong in reality, but not in the resulting photo?

I took a photo of the puff clouds, and wallowed in the sunshine, leaning against the sharp edges on the balcony windows, and began to feel someone settled, almost at peace with the world. The warmth, the lack of breeze, and sounds of dogs and kids, but no vehicles… It felt so good to just relax…

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Of course, the landline burst into sounds and flashes! No blooming rest for the wicked! I got back in, still moving wearily, and it was Sister Jane on the line. They (The Hospital) were keeping Pete in, ready for another biopsy by a specialist on Tuesday I think she said.

He’s got a television supplied and a laptop, they bring him newspapers when he wants one, has a choice of meals and is in a sideward with just two beds! But, it doesn’t bother me! In the stroke ward, it was packed solid with patients, some on trolleys, often I didn’t get a meal at all, the night staff always came and opened the window wide, which was right next to my bed, and they threw me out three weeks too early cause they needed the bed for an emergency. The ambulance staff threw me in a wheelchair, and left some of my stuff behind, but took some belonging to the chap in the next bed with me! I got put in a care home, full of patients who were not fully with it. Even there, one day, I didn’t get fed! Attempted stabbing, fights, I had to make a witness statement to the police… But it didn’t bother me! I’m not jealous, oh, no!

Jesting aside, (Not that the above incidents are not genuine!) I bet poor old Pete is bored rigid in hospital. His arm is deflating, so he even has no pains to distract. He’s always been an active bloke and is not too keen on medical institutions. I wonder if I dare nip out to see him? No, I’d better not. Knowing my luck the trousers would drop down in the sideward. Hahaha!

6Sat25WD 0.0.255 Nosh time. Bit of a heavy load, but I ate it all up. Not that it was very good, though. The garden peas were alright. Taste Rating: 5/10.

Got the pots pans and me washed up.

I got down earlier than ever, to watch some TV, with the aim of nodding off and getting caught up with some sleep.

WD 0.0.255 Fat Chance! The ticker was racing away, the Thought Storms attacked, and after a few hours of failing to get to sleep, I couldn’t even manage any nod-off moments, plenty of rising for a wee-wee episode, mind. I decided to get back up and get Computer Cameron going to update this blog. And of course, escape the thought-storms.

WD 0.0.255 Well, pickle my walnuts! My luck-status was confirmed!

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So many things have bought injustices, jealousies and failures on my behalf today, I’m sick of my own whinging! All the lights were out on the Virgin box. I went through the usual procedures; pressed the reset button – Nope! Turned of the computer and rebooted – Nope! Turned off the power to everything, restarted computer and the Liberty-Global Virgin Media box, Nope! Things looked bleak!

6Sat28I went for a drink of orange juice, the evening horizon looked worthy of photographicalisationing, so I did! For some reason, this shot reminded me of a Clint Eastwood Italian Western.

WD 0.0.255 Still no Liberty-Global Virgin Media, but the box was actually now flashing two lights!

I went on to CorelDraw, and made up a Coronavirus Humour Graphic. This took about an hour to get done. Hello, three lights on Liberty-Global Virgin Media box now, things are looking up! I saved the graphic to the hard drive for later use and had another wee-wee (The orange tint was back).

Aha, four of the five Liberty-Global Virgin Media lights on now. So, I tried again to access the web… Great! I’m in! Slow going, but still!

I found the latest figures for Nottingham. These facts were being published regularly, but now they are hidden in sub-texts and different sections. Likely a Government ploy, as the figures are still rising overall, but now, in Nottingham anyway, more deaths in care homes, more than in Hospitals for the first time. Huh, I’m a  cheer-chappie today, ain’t I?

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Got on with the updating of this blog again. Then went back on CorelDraw to see if I could find inspiration for more graphics to use.

WD 0.0.255 Harrumph! I give up trying to sleep cause I just can’t do it, and now I find myself falling asleep at the computer!

I went on Facebooking for a while.

I’d better get this finished off, checked and posted.

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 28th January 2020: Oddlymost indoors day!

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Tuesday 28th January 2020

Tuesday 28th January 2020

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01:10hrs: I stirred, thought about a dream I’d been having. Coughed, passed-wind, listened to the World Famous ‘Hum’ as loud as ever, and was immediately annoying and weed-off. “That’s a good start to the day!” I thought. Then the innards started movements of a worryingly dynamic nature. A hectic, but injury-free scramble to the wet room began. No signs of nocturnal nibbling spotted.

My timing was perfect (I’m glad I rushed, though!), the instant I was on the Porcelain Throne, things started. But it was a long hard slog. For after a second or two, much effort was needed. The cistern struggled, needing two flushes to clear things. On the wonderfully bright-side, there was no bleeding, and things were not messy. Washed disinfected and off to the kitchen.

WD 120.60.0 Where a shock awaited me when I went to make a brew. I thought I’d fill-up the Glengettie tea-bag pot. After a long search, there was none to be found! So I did an Ocado order for some more. I got some Thompsons Punjana as well. 

I got the medications taken, then started to update the Monday diary! It took me three and a bit hours, but with soo many photographs to sort out, this was not too long at all. The right-side neurotransmitters were not bad at all this morning. Colin Cramps had replaced them as the worse offender. Surprisingly, in the left hand, only fingers? Heck of a painful job to get them straightened up at times. At least, annoying as this was, it was far preferable to the nerve-end failures, so I looked on the bright side.

WD 120.60.0 Towards the end of updating…

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Then…

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WD 120.60.0 Most aggranoying! This stopping and starting continued for the rest of the day. Taking the pleasure away from the Internet for me. Most importantly, it cost me far to much time and delayed things getting done. Thank you. Mr Fries! (Blumpherations!)

I managed to get the post finished, and my patience tested to the full.

I went to make another mug of tea, and the sky looked beautiful. I couldn’t take a decent shot, cause the camera was on charge. So I got the old little battery one, and took three shots, and linked them together, then trimmed them. As I went to take another photo, the camera died a death! I buried it in the recycling bag, saying a few words in memorisation. Haha! I levelled and cut them.

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2Tue05I tended to the ablutions. Only a couple of dropsies this time. (Razor (2), flannel) It went well overall, and the Sock Glide was tamed!

The legs looked better, I thought. The mystery bleeding from the overnight appeared spots and blotches, were drying-up nicely.

2Tue04aBut the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, was really crap today! Even for them!

Forever getting this sign up. Ha! it just came up again, two minutes after the last one!

I think they should change the name from Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet to Mission Impossible Internet! Gerrangulations!

The sweet, highly desirous Nurse Christina should be here soon, I hope, to take my blood.

I went on the WordPress Reader. Gave up on Libert-Global internet.

Got the handwashing done, wrung and hung!

0 ChristinaSunshine, in the form of Nurse Christina, bucked me up as she arrived to take my blood. She let me take her photo, in the balcony, bless her. I wish I’d got a printer now! Humph!

After she had left, I went on TFZer Facebooking. But it was hard work with the net going down so often.

I tried to clean the oven, but too painful getting at it.

Then another summoning to the Porcelain Throne. A lot easier performance this time. Which was nice, cause I expected the same problems again.

Fatigue and weariness dawned, so I got some chips in the oven, I’ll have to eat the short-dated mini pork pies again. (Snigger!)

Gawd how tired I suddenly feel! 2Tue08a

Got the nosh done, a quick job, I didn’t fancy falling asleep eating again. Some mini pork pies, truffle fries and caramelised onion relish. An apple and lemon curd dessert for afters. Quick, little washing up to do. I was soon in the recliner eating it and ate the lot.

But although I expected to nod-off, it took me longer than for ages, to get to the land of bliss. Don’t know why.

Inchcockski – Sunday 8th December 2019: Far less mingent activity today, Hehe!

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Sunday 8th December 2019

Maltese: Il-Ħadd 8 ta ‘Diċembru 2019

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23:15hrs: I woke to find the brain clinomania affected. Slowly, dilatorily turning from a deep sleep, into a mock-activation mode. At least the brain was working: ‘Josie’s meal to do today’, Ocado delivery twixt 0600 > 0800hrs’. It didn’t get far, as the need for a wee-wee arrived, and this meant the moving of the flobby-bellied yet rhinoceros-sized short tubby body, from the £300, c1968, rickety recliner.

WD 250.0.250 Argh! A brand new pain was stinging me, the right side of the chest and shoulder. No idea what it is, but most likely I’d been sleeping in some sort of warped, bent position. Getting up was more manageable today, and I’d left the four-pronged walking stick handily next to the Ottoman. (Why can’t I always do this?)

Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and took the medications with some orange juice. I got the hiccups pretty bad, which lasted for half an hour or so, then stopped? The chest and shoulder were still aching sharply. Made the brew and off to the computer.

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This made things go slower than ever. At times it would not let me upload any photographs, or just froze for differing lengths of time. Gribble-Crap! But, I had a banal persistent in me this morning and pressed on. Moaning and grumblingly, I admit! Hours later, I got the post finalised, Phew, worra struggle! Thanks, Mr Fries!

The wee-wees were persistent, all of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) mode. I sent some pictures to Pinterest, then went on the WordPress Reader. Next, on to the TFZer Facebooking.

Nearly time to get the ablutions done, and the EQ was telling me to expect problems.

WDP 13LWD 250.0.250 I had to stop suddenly on the computerisationing when Saccades Sandra started off. There was no way I could cope with typing and or the screen flashing. The loss of eye-control was a little unnerving. Vision blurring badly as the eye-nerves were sending and twitching then every which way! I had concerns about risking shaving now. But I’ll give a cautious try. Off to the wet room, I doddered.

WDP08LWell, if ever I deserved a few moments of Inner-Smugness, it was after doing the ablutionalisationing! It went amazingly well! Dropsies, only four, toothbrush, razors (2) and unfortunately, a bottle of disinfectant when I was cleaning up afterwards, and it split open (plastic bottle). But no bother to clean up, although it was too early to use the shower cause of the noise. So I took water from the sink and rinsed it away, and dried the liquid with paper towels, using my left foot. So I didn’t have to go down on my knees and get stuck down there again. (No nurses to come to save and rescue me today, Haha!) No teeth-cleaning cuts, no shaving cuts! Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding! Fair enough, I did get the odd bruise out of the Sock-Glide usage!

7Sun01WD 250.0.250 After I’d got the socks on, I realised that the left leg had more water-retention than the right one. But, I soon had a message from my EQ, and all became clear as to why this had happened. It has to be the Peripheral neuropathy’s Synapse, (The area between nerve cells or neurons that transmits nerve impulses that are dying) are not getting the messages to the brain? This would explain the legs, almost several times a day changes? In degrees of the Clopidogrel, Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis (DVT), and iliac, femoral, and varicose vein conditions? Oh, I love it when I can get a chance to sound knowledgable and intelligent. I’d be lost without the internet, yer know. Hehehe!

WD 250.0.250 The chest and shoulder pains are still with me. Tsk! I meandered with the stick into the kitchen to make another brew, and the intercom lit up. It was the Ocado delivery man. I gathered the returnable carrier bags and went to the door as he arrived. The chap put them in the hallway for me, we had a friendly litt7Sun02le short natter – but I’d not the hearing-aids in, so I’m not sure what we spoke about, but he laughed, so I did, as he departed. I took the bags one at a time into the kitchen and put the kettle on again, and took a photo of the delivery after I’d emptied the packages, and laid the nosh out, then realised there was no paperwork or email with details to check if anything is missing or not with? Ah, well! Here are some snaps I took of the products I purchases, including some luxury items for Julie and myself.

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The message on the smoked Haddock had made me smile. ‘Atlantic Dyed Smoked Haddock Fillets’ I should hope they have died! Oh, I am a clot at times! Hahaha!

7Sun08WD 250.0.250 I noticed that the Scilician black tomatoes had ‘Fully Recyclable Packaging written on the box. Minutes later, I turned and saw the recyclable tomato bag actually moving to the hot mug of tea, and clinging around the mug, for dear life! I had a job pulling it off without spilling the tea, but I coped with it. ‘Smug-Mode-Engaged’ again!

7Sun12WDPH01L3I had a quick bash on the TFZer Facebook site, before getting Josie’s dinner cooked. Chickpeas in tomato-puree and passata. Two pieces of smoked Haddock, beetroot, cheesy-potatoes, sliced tomatoes, crispy onions, mushrooms and a Limoncello dessert, with a few nibbles, and a Black Tomato for her to have later in the week. Oh, and a can of Gin & Tonic. We had a quick natter and she let me take the photograph as I delivered the meal.

Then back to the flat and to the Porcelain Throne. A messy, bloody, painful, but usual evacuation. Had a wee-wee, and got the camera, and set off on a photographicalisationing visit to the Winwood Court rooftop leisure centre.

7Sun26Out, down in the lift, along through the snuggly-warm link-passage, and into the new, heated, rubber floored, gleamingly clean elevator, and up to the fourth floor. I like the commanding voice of the lift messages in these lifts, I can’t understand a word she is saying, but the tone is enough. Hehe!

Out of the elevator, into the free of any tellurians, beautiful, warm, snug-as-a-bug social room. I have yet to meet any residents in here, or on the rooftop, either. No, I tell a fib, I dd see a mother and daughter inspecting the place once, but mother turned it down.

WD 250.0.250 I pressed the big open button to the alfresco roof seating area, and the wind made the trolley go backwards into the knees! It was that strong! I should have remembered from opening the flat window earlier, but didn’t.

The leak and blockage on the rooftop are still the same. I caught a decent view of the violent wind-made ripples in the ever-growing smelly puddle of rainwater, leaves, fag-ends and oil. I leant over the safety barrier to take a downward shot of the electric-car charging point. I was surprised at how well it came out, considering the buffeting I was getting from the gale. A final shot, to try and catch an image of the bent over in the wind plants, suitably positioned next to the plant room. Haha! I’d had enough of being blown about, and went back inside. It’s no shock to see they have had to chain the furniture to the wooden flooring, is it? Brrr!

I imagine in summer, it will be packed with up here with geriatrics and a couple of nonagenarians and family visitors. I hope so, I also would like to still be capable of getting up here and having a chinwag and laugh with them, in the warm summer days.

7Sun20Back down in the lift, and then along the warm snug people-less link-corridor, back to the cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. It looks a little eerie in this picture. The lights are the motion-activated type.

I got back in and decided to get the nosh done, before I fell asleep, for I knew I would soon (EQ).

7Sun13I got the washing up done first (saucepans, oven-dish, spatulas etc.) after serving it up, again because I felt I was soon going to drift off into the land of nod! No handwashing, too tired! Garden peas, with demerara sugar and salt, smoked haddock, beetroots and black tomatoes. I put one on the tray so you can what they look like. Really a different taste, almost meaty.

I put on another Bond movie, ‘A View to Kill’. As an aid to counter my soporific tendencies, and started to watch it while gourmandisationing. The 9/10 Flavour-Rated meal, was all gobbled up. The taste of those black tomatoes is amazingly like pork? The smoked haddock was probably the best frozen-fish I’ve ever had. Highly palatable!

I needed a wee-wee, so took the tray and things to the kitchen, and put them in the sink to soak, had the SS (Short-Sprinkly) wee-wee, washed and returned to the recliner. I was soon in the land of nod… nice, ZZZ!

Japanese (Google translated) Sutekina tsuitachi o! すてきな一日を

TTFN.

Inchcock – Sunday 29th September 2019: Sleep? What’s that then?

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Sunday 29th September 2019

Maori: Rātapu 29th Mahuru 2019

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01:50hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and lay for a while in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months, no, five-months now), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, and mused over this and that. After the morning’s usual uncontrollable mind-blasts of fear, worries and concerns had finished, I regained semi-control of the brain and considered a few things that had been nagging away at my grey-cells.

Is the balcony safe? The holes are only small, but bits of concrete or cement have fallen from the roof… I was annoyed at the mail being delivered to Josie’s flat in error, and with her being on holiday it meant the Warfarin INR test results, and the Warfarin Alert wristlet (which only had one in, not two, as paid for) anyway, caused hassle with them not believing me that they had not arrived… but these minor, almost anticipated and expected tribulations were soon forgotten about; when the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Up and out of the recliner with amazing ease this morning, apart from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) in the knees, and a bit of jerking from the right arm, fingers and shoulder; there was no bother from Dizzy Dennis, Anne Gyna, Tight Chest Charlie, Haemorrhoid Harold, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, Karl’s Kidneys, the plastic ticker, Colin Cramp or owt else, which was surreal to me! (Had I died and not noticed? Hehehe!)

En route, I had to use the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for an SSAO (Short-Sharp-All-Over) wee-wee. I got on the Throne, and that was another ‘Sit, splunge, all-done’ session. The second in a row, which I found almost pleasant after the Colin Constipation of the previous few days. I anticipate that shortly, Diarrhorea Donald will return. Tsk!

7Sun02Washed up and hobbled to the kitchen. Moved the handwashing onto the airer. Took the medications, and made up some black bags for the chute later, and replaced new bags into the bins.

WD 0.0.255 2 It was raining outside, I opened the unwanted, disliked, thick-framed, light & View-blocking kitchen window, with the panes that cannot be reached for cleaning, and it rained inside! Hehe! All over the camera, the counter and floor, and me and the jammie-bottoms!

I took two snaps quickly, so as to keep the Canon camera from getting damaged in the precipitation. Not good quality, but still.

I got the computer going, and concentrated on getting the Saturday diary update done and dusted. (In between several more wee-wees, all of the SSAO variety)  It didn’t take too long this morning, despite the peripheral neuralgia caused hand-shaking and fingers jumping about. There were precious few photographs to go in it.

I went on the Emails next. A lovely one from Jenny, telling me she was going to report the holes in the gallery top for me. Bless her, she is kind to me ♥!

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7Sun06Then, rather worryingly, back to the Porcelain Throne! Ah, as I suspected, this session was far less solidified. But, no bleeding, and it was not too messy. Obviously, no time to do any crosswording. I washed the hands and rubbed some Phorpain Gel in the knees. Which appeared to be looking slightly knobblier, knottier, and lumpier, to me anyway? But again, no bleeding anywhere. All Good!

I made another brew, this time Glengettie. Then checked on the Morrison order to see if I’d remembered to get some black bean sauce. Yes, done it. (Smug-Mode-Engaged!)

To the Word-Press Reader section. I then went on the TFZer Facebook site. Many hours, and three more SSAO wee-wees later, I made another mug of tea. And decided for a change, to have some breakfast, but what?

7Sun08WD 0.0.255 2 Due to my aboulomania, fluctuating, wavering, equivocating, and pathological indecisiveness, and the dropping the box of corn flakes that spread out all over the kitchen floor, I opted for a pot noodle and a cuppa. Tsk!

0910hrs: Off to get the ablutions sorted, a lot of shaking from the hands and fingers, so this might well prove an interesting scrub-up session. I got the bandages, antiseptic, after-shave and plasters at hand, ready. Haha!

Back soon, sock-glide permitting. Hehe!

WD 0.0.255 2 7Sun10Well, only two dropsies during the ablutionalisationing. No Accifauxpas, unless you want to count a few scratches with the razor. Afterwards, I decided after two failed attempts at getting the socks to fit into the glide, that the solution would be for me not to wear any! Hehehe! Where there’s a Will (there’s a Way) Will Hay memories flooded back! Another comedy genius along with Spike Milligan, nothing like each other, but both great entertainers!

7Sun10aWD 0.0.255 2 Then, I departed, hung the towel to dry, turned off the shower at the mains box, then realised I had left the alert bracelet in the wet room, and returned to collect it – just as well! For I had not shut off the hot water tap in the sink properly, and I’d left two cloths in to soak and freshen. The water was going down the overflow. I pulled out the plug, moved the flannels, and the water did not drain at all! Damned blocked again! I put some drain-unblocker down and left it for ten minutes, returned, and the water was going down slowly. Of course, this meant the hot water was not as hot as it should be, now. Tsk!

WD 0.0.255 2 I  set out to make Josie’s cheesy potato meal. Got the spud out and chopped and mashed with some Leicester Cheese, butter, onion salt and a splash of vinegar. Gave it some hammer in the mixing stakes, put the peas in the saucepan… and the landline rang! It was Sister Jane. I nipped back to check on the pot, all the time the potatoes getting colder and so, much harder to mash. Jane and I had a natter and laugh. Brother-in-Law Pete, who broke the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner when he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), say’s they are too heavy to carry, but must be the same weight as when he purloined them in the first place. (Hehehe!) Anyway, the lad is to have a PSA test, or maybe that should be, he had a PSA test.

I got on with Josie’s meal, I like to keep to a schedule of delivering it at 12:00hrs each Sunday. Not that she can remember, bless her. Although, when she woke me to hand me wrongly delivered mail last night, I reminded her of today’s nosh and asked if it was alright to bring it at the usual time, midday. She agreed. But that didn’t stop her forgetting and being pleasantly surprised when I arrived with the nosh. I’d made her Tuna with beetroot and mayonnaise, garden peas, tomatoes, sweet lettuce and the famous cheesy potatoes! Hope she enjoys it, and remembers this time, not to return the plate, tray and cutlery today. She might recall I will be in bed this week, I hope. Every week I’ve done her a meal, she’s woke me up! Hehe! Don’t know why I’m laughing? But it’s better than crying, innit.

I found details of the PSA test and levels and emailed the link to Pete and Jane.

Then got on the computer to update this blog… and:

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I was about to give up on the computer, too much hassle, it was dead slow. Then:

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7Sun07WD 0.0.255 2 I went in the Steptoe & Son spare room, with the intention of moving the four-wheeled trolley on the balcony with the new three-wheeler.

WD 0.0.255 2A But, I lost my balance stepping over it and tumbled to the floor. As luck would have it, and I was lucky, I fell on box’s of the PPs, that broke my fall. And, had the trolley with the brakes on, to help myself back semi-perpendicular! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Mind you, I think a couple of new bruises might come up on the legs.

Not feeling up to much now, not ill-like, just, erm… what’s the word, er… Fragile. Hehehe! I think I’ll get my nosh ready… no, I won’t, I’ll shut everything down and sit down with a cuppa, and pray for sleep!

WD 0.0.255 2 And it came. Ah, blissful! But the damned landline rang and flashed, waking me from my beloved and much-needed slumber. It was some con-persons telling me my BT internet (Again!) is about to go down, and where I can get put through to talk to someone who can help me! I left a verbal message, ‘Go forth & multiply’ was the general wording.

WD 0.0.255 2 Now I’d been disturbed, I made some nosh for myself. But, I must have been half-asleep and made the biggest hash of cooking ever! I could eat very little of it. I can’t recall taking any of these photographs?

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The Sourdough baguette was not fully cooked, nor the chips either for that matter. I probably shouldn’t have, but I ate some of the Cumberland sausage Sourdough baguette sarnies. I hope eating them doesn’t come back at me with a vengeance innards-wise later. Oh, heck!

I got the pots washed and took the medications with me back to the recliner. Frustratingly, sleep did not come. I turned on the TV, and in a short time, was back in my beloved comatose state, dreaming happily, of a past love…

WD 0.0.255 2 The flat door chimes rang out, several times by the time I got to the door. It was Josie, returning the plates and accoutrements from the meal. She said she’d enjoyed the meal, and I said I’d like to meet her in the week sometime, we might go on the Winwood Cort rooftop, have drink and natter, and she could tell me all about her holiday. No response from the gal, I don’t think she could hear or lip-read me. Anyroad, she was happy and smiling as she went back to her flat opposite, so I was also happy and smiling as I bade her farewell, as she departed.

7Sun12I really didn’t know where I was. Hahaha! I’d been woken up so often. I put the plate etc. in the kitchen, made another brew, had a wee-wee, took a photo of the rain, and returned to the recliner.

It was still lightish outside, this made me think about checking on the clock-changing times in the morning. Which I did. The clocks go back at 2.00am on 27 October 2019 – for future reference, it always takes place on the last Sunday in October. This signals the end of BST, or Daylight Saving Time (DST) and means the UK will revert to Greenwich Mean Time) I wonder why after so many years, I have to keep checking every time? Perhaps, dotage, caducity, degeneration, senility, senescence, enfeeblement or just waiting and coffin-seeking in the latter part of animate life? (Hahaha!)

Head down yet again, this time, the blessed long-awaited slumber was achieved!

At-long-last!

Inchcock – Wednesday 25th September 2019: A busy, frustrating day! Finding the new balcony crumbling was interesting, though. Photo’s provided!

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2019 Sept 25

Wednesday 25th September 2019

Filipino: Miyerkules Ika-25 ng Setyembre 2019

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03:15hrs: I woke, reluctantly, and in a self-imposed, premeditative frame of mind. After just a few moments vacillating, I decided to get at least a start made, on trying to sort-out the Amazon deliveries. It was manifest that the trolley-guide delivered was going to need some construction, assembly, and DIY skills to assemble it. Such skills and capabilities that I do not possess! No-Confidence-Mode-Adopted! But, at least I was in a slightly better mood this morning, and was determined to have a go!

Oddly, I felt I was more clear-headed than for a long time, as I rose from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner. No wee-weeing was required?

3Wed01eI noticed the ordered things in a neat pile, completely blocking up my mini-hallway. They’ll have to be sorted soon!

I wandered into the kitchen, and got the kettle on, then imbibed the medications. A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived via the suddenly rumbling and almost squelching movements and sounds from the innards! Off to the wetroom. Well, well, the evacuation was practically a pleasure! Much more comfortable, and no bleeding! Wunderbar!

WDPrightWD 0.30.0b I decided as I was in there anyway, to get the ablutions done early. An ablutionalisationing session with a series of dropsies throughout. Toilet roll dropped (straight into the WC!), Toothpaste then the toothbrush. Facecloth (x3), Razor (x2), and the aftershave bottle. No toe-stubbings and I avoided using the injurious, dangerous sock-glide, I left the socks off! Hehe!

3Wed001bWDPright WD 0.30.0bA I did have a sudden Hitler Salute from the right arm, and a little Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the right leg – both at the same time! I’m not sure how or what I had cut my head on. As a guess, I’d say the razor in the right hand, as it offered it loyalty to Herr Hitler pose. Then it shot off into the shower area as the dandy lost its grip, and rebounded back down on the bonce!

3Wed01cYet not one outburst of frustration from me, I took it all in my stride. (Smug-Mode-Adopted) Not a single naughty word passed my mouth! (Although, a couple may have sneaked silently into my mind) Haha! 

The pins (legs), were looking a lot better this morning, and no bleeding from any papsules or clopidogrel’s welts. Plus, the fluid retentions was still low. I was pleased about that! Lucubrations permeated the brain for a few seconds or so. But not the worrying, all ‘Doom and Gloom’ regular ones that visit me! This little brain-blast was merely to inform me that the sorting-out of the new arrivals must be tended to, and the expected strawberries and limoncello treats on there way from Morrisons, taken to the wardens holding cells, and the Spices down to Jenny’s, later. 3Wed01f

I unpacked the deliveries. As should have been axiomatic to me, the new Made in China, (come think of it, everything I ordered was Chinese made) three-wheeled tri-walker, I found it to be in need of a lot of assembling. The empty box, I am going to use for the recycling storage, before taking it down to the caretaker’s room on the front of the flats, when it get filled-up. 3Wed01ga

I extracted it from the box and moved the guide to the front room. To await my attentions and no doubt feeble efforts to assemble it. I have a fitment coming today, so I can take the walking stick with me when I use the trolley. I’ll most likely make a cock-up of fitting that as well and then brakes, bars, basket etc. Humph!

3Wed01iThe Chinese made… (Oh, I’ve already mentioned that, sorry) Oven ‘Copper-Crisper’, must be resisted for the moment. Since I am making a determined effort to cut back on the chips intake, I’ve been gobbling! Whether I will be tempted today, is questionable, to say the least. But being as I had planned a salad of sorts, maybe my fortitude and strong-mindedness will prevail?

3Wed01JThe Hearing Aid Impaired Wristlets were utter and complete, absolute rubbish!

The one of the two I bought and adorned first lost its lettering doing so!

Never mind, the Warfarin one should be arriving today sometime.

3Wed01TThe ‘Tablet crusher and slicer’ has a blade in the lid for slicing pills. I assume because there is no instructions come with it. It looks very delicate, so I’ll take care when I use it for the first time tonight.

I then ignored all the mess around me and the apartment and got on the computer to update and send off the Tuesday post to WordPress.

Made another brew, then I went on the WP Reader.

Then took two photographs from the gallery of the morning view.

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3Wed01pThe Morrison delivery arrived at 06:55hrs.

By gum, it was raining out there! The poor chap dropped the wet bags inside the doorway, and seemed to in a rush, as he was only just within the hour allotted for the delivery. Nice chap. He sounded Polish or Lithuanian. Thanked him and wished him well as he shot off.

3Wed01QI moved the ordered goods into the kitchen, working my way through the rubbish and mess the place was now in. Tsk! 

I’d not over-ordered this morning. I got some treats for Jenny and the Wardens to hand out later. If the Amazon stuff comes early, I might get out to the shops, properly. We’ll see.

3Wed01sI got the bags unloaded and but the stuff for the fridge and freezer on the server trolley. I’m so glad they have the limoncello desserts on offer, so I can hand some around.

The apples were English Worcestershire. But I can’t wait for Cox’s Pippins to arrive. I had got too much milk in, but this was soon corrected when I made another brew. The smell of the Cavendish bottle in the fridge encouraged me to throw away the contents. Eurgh!

I started doing some graphics on CorelDraw for the dairy, or even Diary Tops.

0850hrs, I took the treats to hand-out for Jenny and the wardens. I went without the camera, Tut! Dropped the straws and limoncello off at the Wardens Holding-Cell/Office. On my way back, I diverted from going to Jenny’s, as I thought it might be too early to catch them awake and about yet. I’ll go later.

As I got back in the flat, that droning noise seemed to be getting louder again. Drives you bonkers! On the computer and…

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Hard work! The landline rang and lit up. The line was so bad, the lady who I think from bits of the conversation that I did get was from the Falls Team, was impossible. She rang back, and the line was much better. They’d had a cancellation and wanted to call to see me this afternoon around 14:30hrs. I thanked her and assured her I would be in.

I carried on updating this blog for hours. Now with Amazon expected at any time, and the Tamsin Peach (It sounded like anyway) calling from the Geriatric Falls Team, I will not be to visit Jenny with the nibbles. Ah, well, plenty of life in the limoncello yet.

3Wed10a WDPrightWD 0.30.0b I set about building the new three-wheeled-guide. I cannot express in words, the struggle, farce, frustration and failure in my enterprise of putting together the ill-made poor quality various parts! The handles I cannot get to fit without rattling around in the slots. A DIYer, I’m certainly not. I can’t even blame the fingers, hands, shoulder or leg for my downfall. Because they were not playing up. Tsk!

As I was finishing, or rather giving up on mechanical stuff, the intercom rang out. It was the Occupational Therapist, Tasmin Peach, from the Falls Team come to see me.

We spent a couple of hours going through things. Blood Pressure reading and making sure the current medical history is up to date. History, hopes, and taking extra care were disgust. A charming, social and delightful lady, indeed.

3Wed10She departed, which made me sad, it always makes me feel a little blue when any carers leave, me. (Yes, I’m a sad old scoundrel! Haha!)

I got the chestnut mushroom in the saucepan with some Balsamic vinegar, and Light Soy sauce added.

WDPrightWD 0.30.0bA I got returned to the updating of this diary. Got carried away a bit, and the smell of the liquid coming out over the saucepan onto the stove, made me panic somewhat! Grumble-Sodit-Blast! Argh! One heck-of-a-job cleaning that all up! I had to transfer the mushrooms to a larger one, and wash the semi-burnt receptacle! Humph!

3Wed04I took a photo of the view outside, bootiful it was!

I spent a few minutes pondering over if there is something I’m doing wrong, that might be causing the falls.

Then had a rarity for today, a wee-wee.

3Wed11Back to the computerisationing. I checked on the Tracker again for the Walking Stick fittings. Judging from what I learnt from yesterdays timing, I reckoned there would b about two hours to go before it would arrive at the apartment. It already being so late in the day for me, 17:00hrs, and well beyond my head-down time, I must ensure that I keep doing something. I do not want to fall asleep and miss the intercom or doorbell sounding. 

I updated this blog to here and started to do some graphics on CorelDraw to use as page tops headers and ‘Thoughts’ for later on.

WDPStraightWD 0.30.0b The curtains suddenly fell off of the hooks on the balcony top! I kid you not! Without rhyme nor reason, I had to rehook six of the flaming things! I got the stepladder from the balcony, and gingerly mounted it. Only two steps, but it was painful and trying for the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees. More worrying than the hassle and pain, was the mystery of why they would all unexpectedly, and instantaneously drop off at the same time? Tim Hancock will know. He worked out that: The Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! Aliens, perhaps? The Return of the Boll Weevils? Ghosts? Or the building’s getting ready to collapse? Ah, I had a look outside and found some crumbling of the new cement and concrete above the balcony! Also, found some bits of grey coloured stone had fallen onto and in between the planks! Dang dang, dang! Well, it has been done for about two months now. One cannot expect it to last much longer. Sarcasm thrown in there, my pleasure!

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In the event of Woodthorpe Court flats collapsing shortly, would you please:

  • Kindly let the Nottingham City Homes Management, know that I warned them! Hehehe!
  • Oh, and remind Sister Jane about my funeral all being paid for in advance, she’s got the details.
  • Yes, and Recliner-breaking crook, Brother-in-Law Pete, tell him not to bother returning the valuables he stole while I was in the hospital. But only, of course, in the event of my being crushed to death, or however I croak out. For God’s sake, don’t tell him to keep it if I’m still alive! Thanks, Tim, Lynton, Ian and Clive. 

The tracker for the parcel was in the same position when I rechecked it again. It’s not easy for us older folk, having to not fall asleep! Staying awake is just as hard!

Back to the graphicationalisationing… Huh!

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Sufferin’ succotash! Cozens! Scumbering-Swine! Ay, caramba! Unreliable Fries! Gits!

3Wed12bComputer off. Black bags. Wee-wee.

Amazon check. Getting closer!

Amazon arrived!

I must get some sleep.

Phlebotomy nurse arriving in the morning to 3Wed14take the Warfarin INR blood. Wonderful woman, I hope she will take some Manner Lemon Wafers, as a thank you, for her patience and extra help phoning the surgery etcetera, and her tolerance and understanding with me when I get dates mixed up and so on.

The computer still very slow, I gave up again.

3Wed18I did the handwashing and hung it to try, only one shirt tonight.

As the thought of the daily battle with the sock-glide, which more often than not, the sock-glide would win, combined with my not needing them with staying in again all day, I just left the socks off. (Coward Class 1 – Grade A, speaking!)

3Wed22WDPStraightWD 0.30.0b I checked on the brand new, not-working now correctly, again intercom screen, to view the Foyer entrance. Boing! The Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, strikes again!

3Wed2119:50hrs, Amazon arrived. I didn’t hear the pathetically weak, considering they have put them in an old folks dwellings, and it is still not working correctly. The delivery driver had got in anyway and delivered this parcel for me.

I just photographed it, put it down, and made a start on making the nosh, I was as weary and tired as I have been for years.

3Wed24WDPStraightWD 0.30.0b Straight on with nosh making. I weakened in my resolve about not eating any chips (fries), but at least I only did a few. I used the new Chip-Crisper set-up. I agree with the claim that it would make the food crisp, it did. But, some of them had hard bits in the middle? I was not impressed at first but thought afterwards, I may not have left them in long enough, with my impatient craving for food? The Morrison chestnut mushrooms might as well have been slices of cardboard! Morrison’s organic tomatoes (that I cannot remember ordering?), were bitter. The Morrison Worcester apple, soft fleshed and crumbly! The Morrison chopped beetroot reminded me of grape nuts! The Milk Roll bread from Morrisons on Special Price was alright, as was their butter on them, but the German Smoked Ham was bland, tasteless and plastic-like. Morrison’s salad was okay. Even the Limoncello dessert tasted just like sugar – what happened to the lemon? I may sound critical, and possibly my overtiredness affect the flavour? But for a Taste-Rating, I give only 5/10!

WDPStraightWD 0.30.0bA I went to do the washing up, as I was handing paraphernalia onto the drying board, the dang right arm gave just one, not too violent, imitation Hitler salute. But it was enough for me to end up with a right mess and mangle of plates, dishes, pots, cutlery and trays, knocked off of the draining board, landing on the floor and my corn! Oh, and bruising my knuckles against the cupboard side, on the wall! I thought about fetching the camera but decided I’d had enough Whoopsies, and got on with retrieving and rewashing them, and cleaning it all up. The place looked a right mess, even after I’d tidied it up!

I eventually made my way, bypassing the giant box the trolley came it, being used for recyclable storage. The shrewd about bits left-over from new Walker construction. Tools. General rubbish that reminded me of Steptoe & Son’s front room, in miniature, and into the £300, second-hand, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, rickety, not-working (Thanks to Bother in law Pete!), recliner.

Shattered!

 

 

 

Inchcockski Today. Wednesday 14th August 2019: Got out to town, even though it was precipitating on me. Haha!

2019 Aug 14

2019 Aug 14

Wednesday 14th August 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 14eg Awst 2019

Enzo Ferrari past-away this day, in 1988

I’d been awake since 19:00hrs last night, initially thinking I have overslept and it was 07:00hrs in the morning. I’d been working for hours on doing some graphics for the blog headers and thoughts, when, well, fancy that, and blow me down…

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Then things got more serious…

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Twenty minutes later…

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My gustatory desires rose up, and I had two Club biscuits and three sweeties!

After much aggravation, exacerbation, frustration, and concentrated augmentation, it came back on, although it was still slow. It was getting me more and more angry with Liberty-Global, with only silent swearing and cursing, I might add! Smug-Mode -Engaged!

I pressed on with the Tuesday Diary, finished it and sent it to WordPress.

The first wee-wee since waking up, approximately five hours ago, was a rattling ‘I thought it would be a never ender’. An ELWP (Extremely-Long-Weak-Powerless) wee-wee that meant the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) needed emptying afterwards. Humph! One of the longest ever, I think it was.

WD 200.0.0 The ablutions were done tackled. Which was a mistake, a bad one, too! I completely forgot all about how early it was. So, if any of my neighbours are reading this, and the noise of the shower bothered you, I humbly apologise to you! I just didn’t realise until after, when I was having the daily confrontation with the sock-glide! Shame-Mode-Engaged!

WD 200.0.0A The accifauxpas and injuries were all minor ones; Only one tiny-weeny cut shaving. Many dropsies, including the toothpaste tube, the toothbrush (twice), soap, shaving foam, flannel (twice), the ear spray can, and the nail-cutters.No dizzies and no falls! (Head shakes cockily from side to side!)

The Sock-Glide didn’t cause any real hassle pain-wise, but there may a bruise or two to come up on the hand and leg. Hehehe!

3Wed01gIt was drizzling outside. I took a shot from the balcony side window. That’s one of those with a finger masticating already going rusty metal spring opening devices, that need pushing and pulling at the same time to open the window. Which regularly involves injury, finger-gouging, bruise-making and bleeding profusely. But not today.

3Wed01iNo thanks to the potentially lethal or deadly to Warfarin-takers opening; More to the fingers and hands not playing up and shaking or making the electric-like jumps.

I fearlessly closed the window, and as it misted up, I took another shot from inside. Hehe!

Back to starting this blog going on the 3Wed01Jcomputer. Another round of odd noises from above?

The Morrison delivery arrived. The chap dropped the bags just inside the door for me, I fetched the return carriers and thanked him. I moved the bags into the kitchen. Then I set about sorting, stacking and cramming the fresh food in the fridge and freezer.

3Wed01L Then got the black bags sorted and taken to the chute. Somehow or other I got it stored away. It looks like I overdid it again with the supplies? Shame-Mode-Engaged! And I plan to go to town today, to try and get some photographs, and Sherbert Saucers and Pork Farm Pies from the Poundland Store, if they have any in stock. I must resist any of the specials on offer! (We’ll see!)

3Wed01QI got the nibbles in the three-wheeler and set out to go through the new walkway, to the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens new holding-cells and interrogation room.

WD 200.0.0 The passageway trip into the Winwood Court area, started the mind wandering.

  • I must take care not to catch the three-wheeler on the new flooring. Haha!
  • I must take care not to catch the electric wires sticking through the wall near the swipe entry door.
  • When some decent weather arrives, I’d love to get out in the back area and have a chinwag hopefully and a mug of tea!
  • The new flats, although I haven’t looked at them yet, the surrounding areas look very comfortable.

I spotted a leaflet in the foyer area, inviting anyone who wants to, can come along to see the official opening of the Winwood Court flats. It is on Monday 2nd September at 14:00hrs. I know I have a Hospital appointment on that day, but cannot recall for what time. Tsk!

The Obersturmbannfhreress Wardens, Deana and Julie were in the holding-cells when I arrived. I dropped off the nibbles that I couldn’t deliver yesterday and had a quick giggle and laugh. I left via the Windwood foyer door. And took some pictures as I did so.

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I returned to Woodthorpe Court along Chestnut Way, and Jenny & Frank were waiting for a taxi in the foyer – they were in the lobby, not the cab! Haha! I remembered their treats up in the flat and shot up and fetched them. When I returned, Gaynor and Mo had joined the others. So, I handed out some nibbles and gave Jen and Frank their treats, while listening to the gossiping and general contentment shown, with a few moans thrown in. Hahaha!

3Wed05To the bus stop, where a gang of residents had massed to wait for a bus. The journey to town was spent, deep in my crossword book. And a jolly successful session it was, too!

I dropped off the bus at the terminus on Queen Street. Fairly wet, I made my way down and over to the Poundland shop. Taking some shots of the city centre en route.

3Wed05a1But not many, I was getting soaked. Hehe!

I got in the Poundland store, and went crazy-potty on a spending spree! Oy Vay! What a fool! I ended up spending a lot of money, on treats and fancies! Humph!

When I got to the self-serve tills, the kind lady saw me struggling again, and did the job for me, including helping fill the pathetically small bag on the trolley, and filling the heavy-duty carrier bag, too!

IMG_1399I thanked the lady earnestly. And came out with two bags containing: Two x6 mini Twiglets, New varieties of Kit Kat for the social nibbles and treats, Two Pork Farm pork pies, Salt and vinegar Poptastic crisps, Lavendar Dettol disinfectant (4), and four bags of Payne’s misshaped chocolate almonds and brazils! Oh, dearie me!

3Wed10aA slight Ashamed-of-myself mode came over me!

I took a walk around the slab square. It looked a terrible hodge-podge of customer-free rides, wooden divider panels and a gloomy depression hung over the place.  Although the Nottinghamians around, did not seem their usual grim, scowling faces on?

IMG_1398I took a few pictures. This one, of Wheeler Gate when I came out of the shop, shows the fantastic windows designed by Fothergill Watson.

Unfortunately, there were so many shops up for rent, letting or sale! This applied to all the streets in town. Everyone had a business that had collapsed!

IMG_1400I walked through the Exchange Aracade under the Council House, on my hobble, and this was possibly the saddest shot of them all. Not a single customer in view!

I went down Long Row, and had a memory blast-session, from way back in the sixties. When Burtons of Smithy Row occupied the whole ground floor inside the arcade. They were IMG_1401bought out by Fine Fair, who were bought out later my Asda, who was bought out then, by Walmart! The wonderful smells from their fish department, fresh cakes, delicatessen, bakery, etc., still come back to me!

Memories of Suzanne came flooding back too.

No more photographs were taken here. I was nervous about the camera getting too wet and damaged.

Although, I did get under cover of some abandoned offices, to take these shots below, of the waste bin on Queen Street.

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A quick ‘Hello how are you’ with some tenants, waiting to get on the bus, as I got off of the bus on Chestnut Way, and back to the Woodthorpe Court. I went back through the cut-through from inside Winwood Court, to avoid the rain. I went up in the elevator, talking with Chrissie and a builder chap.

I got inside, and sudden fatigue overcame me again. But I was not feeling down at all with it. Got the fodder put away. Did the handwashing and hung it to dry. Stripped ready for my head-down time, and got the nosh prepared.

3Wed12 (2)No hard work about this today.No cooking at all needed. I made some milk roll bread tomato sarnies and salted them. The BBQ ready-cooked free-range chicken legs, raw shelled garden peas, gherkins and some sliced apple. A side dish of sorts was the Poptastic Salt & vinegar flavoured crisps. And a naughty but delightfully tasty Limoncello dessert! The chicken legs were not too good tastewise, but everything else was great. Taste Rating; 6.5/10 given. Note to self: Do Not buy any Lidl cooked chicken again!

3Wed12Did the washing up, and heard some noise from the hallway. Went to investigate. A letter from Boot’s Opticians had arrived. I threw it in the bin, without opening it. When Boots closed their branch I used on Friar Lane, they told me to go to either Victoria Centre or Canal Street branches. So, I went to the Victoria Mall, and it was on the upper floor. I waited patiently for a customer service person to appear, and she approached me. She was seemingly out of breath and told me to pick a frame over there, she pointed to them, adding I will find someone to tend to you. Twenty minutes later, no one had appeared. So, I left. I went to AC Allen in Sherwood, to get a test and my new glasses from him. Very satisfied with the spectacles, price and the service.

I got settled to watch a Rumpole of the Baily episode on the TV. But didn’t get to the end of it, I fell asleep during the first commercial break. Waking up some four hours later.

3Wed12aWD 200.0.0 Again, like yesterday, thinking it was morning! But this time soon realised it was not!

I put the kettle on and went out on the balcony to have a gander. Oh dear! Another ambulance calling! I hope it is not Roy or Frank, they have both been unwell recently. Fingers crossed!

3Wed12aaI visited the Porcelain Throne. Another painful but messy evacuations.

The stubbed toe was looking a little better now. But it seemed to be hurting, or stinging more than ever?

I got the handwashing onto the upright airer.

Made the tea, and got a packet of cheese curls to nibble, and settled down in the embarrassing grotty second-hand, c1968 recliner again. But I nodded-off again before I could drink the tea.

Waking once more an hour or so later, but feeling so refreshed, it was unbelievable?

3Wed12bI got up for a wee-wee, back again to the RPDD (Reluctant-Painful-Drip-Drip) mode of wee-wee.

I went to make another mug of tea, and get it drunk this time. Hehe!

I took this photograph of the evening sky. It is not as awe-inspiring as many other shots shown on the web, but it is beautiful to me.

I got the computer started to update this diary. I got it finished, just before midnight.

Yawn quiescently!

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 14th July 2019: My mental state varied today, twixt fine, desperate, and sod-it!

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Sunday 14th July 2019

Hawaiian: Ka lā 14 o Lulai 2019

02:25hrs. I wasn’t sure if I had woken up or not at first, it was very surreal, even grotesque in a way. I had been (I think) having different dreams for ages it seemed, about events that have occurred the places I’ve lived or worked at. I thought I might still be dreaming. Sad, I know! But, I had seemingly had over six-hours kip – which was indeed delightsome!

WD 0.30.0B However, as soon as I moved and knocked over a (luckily for once) empty bottle of Spring Water, and it fell into the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), the realisation that I was awake, dawned on me. Hehe! The bucket incident brought on the need for a wee-wee, of course.

Freeing my worryingly ever-expanding body from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, just about endurable for the bad-back recliner, was a piece of cake! It was an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee), and the pain was real enough for me! I took the bucket to be cleaned and sanitised in the wet room.

WD 0.30.0B The WC is taking ever-longer to refill, and the sink is even more reluctant to let any water go down its plug-hole this morning! Tsk!

As a total change from normal, I got the computer and went on Facebooking first. Added some pictures, and enjoyed and mad some comments of the TFZer site. A lovely bunch of people, I adore them all, yet I have never met any of them ♥.

7Sun02The throat was suffering from xerostomia this morning. Yet I had no desire yet for my early morning cuppa. The curiousest happening of the day so far! But, I did guzzle plenty of the spring water. While in the kitchen, I did the health checks, took the medications, and took a photograph from the unwanted, multi-glassed, light & view blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen windows, with the unreachable panes to clean.  On the bright side, the HC check results were absolutely unbelievably good! Sys 138. Dia 61, Pulse 81 & Temp 34.6°c. Fantastic stuff!

7Sun07I do like the tree copse, but also at the end of Chestnut Way, the trees over the garages. Bootiful! My viewing was terminated, when a call was received from the innards to for a Porcelain Visit, post-haste! So I did!

WD 0.30.0B It turned out to be a failure. Notwithstanding my greatest painful efforts to move things along, after a long time failing, I gave up. However, all was not doom and gloom. For one of those incredibly unique wee-wees of the ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) mode was enjoyed. As my failure at the other evacuation area went on, and on, and… Well, you get the idea!

I continued, doing the CorelDrawing graphics. The fingers and hands were got playing up too much… yet!

7Sun07I suddenly got the urge for a comforting mug of tea! And recognising that is was 07:00hrs, and I had not started on updating yesterday’s Diary yet, put me in Self-Derogatory-Mode! 

I got the black bars sorted out and tied up ready to go to the chute later on. Then put new bags in the bins and repositioned them in the 7Sun10rubbish room, wet room and one left in the kitchen.

I took a shot of the misty morning outside, from the deadly step-ladder Accifauxpas kitchen windows.

It came out decentish, though.

Ah, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne. So, off to the wet room again. Once again, a terribly painful evacuation, that needed much effort to clear, and the massive release took me a good while.

7Sun01So while there, I did the ablutions.

Only a couple of tiny wee nicks while shaving. I fought and won, uninjured, against the sock glide, which is a rarity when putting on the short bamboo socks.

The legs seem to be holding less fluid now. Although they were well-bruised. I’m afraid the ankle ulcer is looking dodgy, so left the sock over it, so not to show it.  The nocturnally made scratches were still bright, but getting betterer!

At long last, I got on to doing the updating of the Saturday blog, (Must have been around 08:00hrs) or so by then. Much later, I got it finished, posted, and sent some photo’s to Pinterest and the TFZer Facebook page. Phew! That took me a long time!

I made a start on this post next. Brother-in-Law Pete, the one with Xyrophobia: Fear of shaving. (Mine is Euphobia: Fear of Good News.) ([Well, when do I get any? Hehe!]), he’s known as ‘Stubble’, called me on the landline. We had a chinwag which I enjoyed, a little memory prompting and the like, you know. It cheered me up!

7Sun11I got Josie’s cheesy-potatoes made up and got them in the oven. Did some more on this updating, then got the side-food on the plate and kept checking on Josie’s spuds in the oven. I want them to be browned to perfection this time.

Took a picture of Sherwood and Basford outside, through the bare, apart from the injury-causing, deadly-dangerous step ladders. The mist on the horizon is still there. But no people were seen in any photo I took outside. Sunday! 

I got a lovely email from Jenny. I think she is going to ask the young man who does her windows if he might do mine. Once a month, and he only charges £10.

7Sun35aI finished Josie’s dinner, got it on the server, and delivered it to her door. I used the wheeled-server in case the hands or any other part of my anatomy started subliminal, involuntary Hokey-Cokeying and or jumping. Safety First! The meal looked alright to me.

Josie answered the door, and her face lit-up. She was all poshly dressed, so I assumed that she was going out later. So glad I was early with the prandicle consignment.

WD 0.30.0B I returned to the flea-pit and started to get my meal prepared. A minor Whoopsiedangleplop came to light, as I searched for my tatty oval blue plate that I usually eat off – it could not be found anywhere? Where could I have left it? I really had an in-depth foray around, looking in the usual and then strange places I may have put it. All to no avail. Then as I decided to use the pinkish’maroon plate that Josie uses at the weekend – Hehehe! Wot a plonka! It dawned on me, I had given Josie her meal on that plate! I did feel a Klutz!

7Sun38I had the other half of the cheesy potatoes, garden peas and some streaky smoked bacon. Making some bacon sarnies with the last of the milk loaf as I ate it.

Same as for Josie, a Limoncello dessert, and made-up spring water and orange cordial followed. A flavour rating of 6/10 given for this rather sad effort.

GC blue f03WD 0.30.0B I was so tired, I got the washing up done and settled into the currently welcoming second-hand, c1968 recliner. But, the nibbling started almost straight away. Cheese curls, jelly babies, chocolate brazils, sherberts, etc. were consumed – but not just a few of them, lots! Guilty Mode Adopted! Whatever I have tried in the diet stakes was ruined in one gorging session!

Worse still, the sleep would not come! And unremittingly, the nibbling continued! I watched a Jonathan Creek DVD and enjoyed it. Then I put the TV on, but not really watching the crap on offer, and the mind began to stew away; fears, shames, mistakes, worries etc. floated into the brain, tormenting me. And this, along with slowed-down but still guiltily being eaten nibbling! I turned off the television and tried to get to sleep seriously, but the brain would kick-off again, with its at times, almost panicking, over nothing and everything? Even searching the grey cells to find anything shameful or unpleasant that it had not already harassed me with.

I think the few hours I spent in mental turmoil was the worst in a long time. I recall putting the TV back on, the rubbish on might help me concentrate on something else. It was well gone midnight before I eventually dropped off to kip. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 13th July 2019: Turned out to be a lonely, but betterer day.

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Saturday 13th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth Rhagfyr 6

01:15hrs. I stirred awake, and fought off the depressionalistic mood, lingering from yesterday’s calamity of the power-cut, and the ensuing problems it gave me. I pondered on what I could do about the weekend meal for Josie. After some consideration, I decided that I will not have the time to get down into Sherwood to get some potatoes and back again. I tried instant cheesy mash with added onions, well burnt in the oven after mixing, a couple of weeks ago, and Josie said she enjoyed it, as I recall. So I’ll try that again. This should give me time to get the blog updating done, and maybe some photo adding and TFZ Facebooking as well.

The wee-weeing needs arrived later than usual. They normally come within seconds of waking up.  I escaped the warming but uncomfortable grip of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rusty, rickety, grotty-beige coloured, sometimes working recliner, got my balance quickly enough and a few paces to the surprisingly well filled overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and had a releasing of a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee).

WDb 128.0.0 During the emptying of the bladder, I got a sensation that I imagine is what myiasis must feel like; worms wriggling about from the innards? It stopped along with the termination of the process.5Sat01

I took the bucket to the kitchen and got it emptied and sanitised. I returned to the Junk-Room-Two, and as I was struggling with the sock-glide, I noticed how odd the right leg looked. It doesn’t come out well in the photo I took. But I seemed to have many extra spider veins on show above the knee. It reminded me 6Sat03of an old map. Haha!

Then I spotted signs of some nocturnal itching on the lower part of the leg. I cannot remember scratching at it at all. As indeed, I cannot recall any visits to the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket, that was so full this morning. 6Sat02Perhaps one or more of the blood papsules had burst. Then again, there were no signs of any bloodied paper towels about or in the bin, anywhere? Mmm!

I did the health checks, DIA 74, SYS 58, Pulse 91 and Temperature 34.2°c. Took the medications and made a brew of tea, and took it with me to the computer. Only to find that… once again.

Virgin (4a)

It came back on, but it was so slow. This happens so often nowadays with Virgin Media, and is so angrynoying! Humph!

6Sat01I spent such a long time sorting the flipping internet out and working in a fashion again, the mug of tea went cold on me!

I popped back to make another brew. While the kettle boiled, I had another wee-wee. This time of an ELDOP (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) mode. Another change in style. I don’t know what to expect each time I utilise the 5Sat02Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket! Tsk! A life-saver sometimes this bucket is!

I took a ‘blind’ picture out of the new kitchen windows. That is light & view-blocking, have glass that cannot be reached for cleaning. camera-hating wide ledges that make it necessary for step-ladders to be used and fallen off of, to take a photo below, or look to see if any emergency vehicles are outside, in the rare event that I can hear the fire alarm when it activates. Incidentally, I can’t hear the new intercom either, when someone calls to be allowed in. This might be fun on Tuesday when the INR nurse is due!

WDb 128.0.0 When I got back to the computer, Colin Cramps paid me a visit and stayed for a while distorting the muscles in the leg and foot, and testing my pain-resistance almost to the full. Being in such pain, reminded me about yesterday’s Porcelain Throne agony, and I fetched and took an extra Senna tablet with the tea.

Next time the wee-wee was back to the ELDOP (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) style. In the time it took to pass, the morning had gotten lighter, and my moustache grew a bit. Hahaha!

Damned weekend again, here we go with Virgin…

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Somehow or other, I avoided psychasthenia, putting up and coping with the jumping about fingers, and shoulder, and Mr Fries best efforts to knacker my plans, I got the updating finished and posted off. Phew!

6Sat03aI found myself chatting away with Koala Katie and Scruffy as I was carrying my next visit to the bucket. Another change in style again. This time it was a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee).

It’s a good job there is no CCTV camera in the flat while I am talking to the pets. Hehe!

Got the ablutions done. There was a programme on Radio Four Extra. It was the last radio programme ever, to get more listeners, than anything on TV did on the same day! The science fiction programme was written by BBC producer Charles Chilton. From 1953, when it was broadcast on the old BBC Light Programme, which became BBC Radio Two. By gum, it took me back listening to that while I shaved and had a shower!

I could see the back yard at Brookfield Place where Dad and I lived at the time. His homemade cobbling bench out in the yard next to the railway viaduct, the tin bath up on the wall next to the yard-brush, the pigeons and sparrows swooping down for the food Mrs Wright gave then each day, the sparrows being too quick for the pigeons. The outside toilets and coal houses. Poor Mr Holmes, Chrissie and Rover. Ah, we had nowt, but it was a good life! (Well, not really, but it sounds it). Hehe!

I called at Josie’s, to find out what time she fancied having her meal. But no answer.

I sent some pictures to the Pinterest site, then got on with this blog. After a while, I nipped to see Josie again, no reply.

Back to the blogging for an hour or so, then called on Josie once more. She heard the chimes and answered. We had a doorstep, rumourmongering, tittle-tattle, conversation. She let me gripe on about yesterday’s mayhem. She’s been out all day, and knew nothing of it, but was sympathetic, bless her. She does not want any fodder today, she is going out with her Sisters, but tomorrow at 12:00hrs will suit her fine. So it will be! Farewells and back to the computer to update to here. Then, onto TFZer and Facebook photo galleries updating.

Oh, sod it!

Virgin (4a)

6Sat29The nosh was prepared. I purposely used the old large plastic dish, as the hands and fingers, well, the shoulders and leg as well, were making frequent performances of dancing, jiggling, stamping (the leg) and shaking. So I thought I might cope better with the big bowl, in the event of there continued unruliness! I find it harder than ever to manage when I am feeling so exhausted. The flavour was not so good with the bacon, but the chilli-con-carni was delightful. The overall rating was 5/10.

I put on a Jonathan Creek DVD. After several dropping offs and wakenings, then I gave up. And it was early even for me. But the lack of sleep over the previous disastrous few days, I thought I might be too overtired to sleep – but no. I was off in the land of nod, dreaming a lot, but sleeping for over six hours! Great!

Inchcock – Friday 1st February 2019: Horrible day, Tsk!

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Friday 1st February 2019

Corsican: Venerdì 1 di Frivaru 2019

23:45hrs: I woke, and after the brain had found and engaged its first-gear, I seemed to feel in fine fettle, mentally. I was up and out of the ageing 1968 second-hand rickety recliner and into the kitchen in at such a rapid-rate-of-knots, it surprised me. I was cheered with finding the hot water was back on again, and no demands for any wee-wees yet either.

I set about doing the Health Checks.

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5fri001No dramatic changes noted to the readings this morning.

I took the medications and medicines and got the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie strong tea.

wd 0.0.30 Then, the first wee-wee of the day arrived, with little warning. Luckily, the emergency grey plastic bucket was close to hand to be utilised. This was an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee).

5fri002wd 0.0.30 After which, just as unexpectedly and urgent as the wee-wee, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Off I went to the wet room (I must have looked like a shortened fatter version of John Cleese doing a funny walk. Hehe!). The evacuation went very smoothly and unmessily.

Although a slight reluctance to be freed from the rear-end was indicated.

But this gave me a 5fri003achance to read some more of the sad, yet fascinating Victoria Wood biography.

I checked the pins. Fluid retention seemed to have gone down from last night, and a new papsule and welt had appeared. Still, it keeps the interest going, dunnit? Haha!

The left wrist began to itch like crazy, and I could not help but scratch away at it for ages. No marks on the skin? It felt a little like I had worms wriggling in the arm? It ultimately stopped bothering me and has not come back again.

Back to the kitchen and disinfected the little emergency grey bucket and left it handily placed twixt the kitchen and front room. (What me, fall over it? Ahem!)

I made a start on the Thursday blog. It took around five hours to get it done. Partly because of the number of things that had taken place yesterday, that I needed to recall, and the abysmal, wretched appalling performance of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media connection! 

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Would you buy a second-hand car from him?

I decided on some (Which shamefully turned out to be far more than planned – [Shame Mode Adopted] Tsk!) Scottish Shorties and another mug of tea for brekkers. Nice! Had an LHBLWW and back on the computer, to make a Morrison order for next week.

wd 0.0.30 The following hours were spent battling Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, I’m afraid. Memories are patchy.

5Fri34I found on the morning that the medications had been taken, so that was good.

I did have a meal though, because I found this terribly blurred photograph on it in the camera too.

Recalling taking the meds and doing the meal is impossible. But I’d filled in the result sheets?

A bad few hours. Tsk!

I had nodded off and woke up, feeling a lot better, but not right. (That about covers it, Huh!) I checked the place for stove, taps, light dangers, it seemed I had left nothing on that I shouldn’t have.

Reflux Roger was in as bad a mood as he has ever been.

Ah, well! TTFN.

Inchcock – Sunday 27th January 2019: Weevils Counter-Attack catches me off-guard!

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Sunday 27th January 2019

Malay: Ahad 27 Januari 2019

22:35hrs. Woke up, with a wonderful few memories from the dream I’d been having, I was back in the arms of long lost love Suzie. Ah! I got back to sleep to see if I could get back there… But no more dreams of any kind!

23:45hrs. I reckoned I had had six hours sleep or so. Good that. Broken by the pleasant nightmare, but still. As I began to remove my body mass, and there’s a lot of it you know, from the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner. Demands on both ends came in for the wet room to be visited with all haste again like in the past two mornings. (I’m becoming a right regular ain’t I, Hehe!) So, I got myself upright, and without a sign of any toe-stubbing, knocking anything over, or treading on anything, I was seated on the Porcelain Throne within a minute I think. The evacuation went so well too. No messiness, no bleeding from the rear-end.

7sun07aWD0.0.128 As I sat there, waiting patiently for the wee-weeing to cease, the flow was so gentle and without sensation, that I wasn’t sure if it had stopped or not. I had a read some pages of the war book.

WD0.0.128 I checked with some toilet paper. Oh dearie me! Blood had bled and was still doing so. (I thought I’d been rather well with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion lately). A good job I bought the over-the-counter Hydrocortisone Cream last week, cause I forgot to ask at the surgery for another prescription. Not the 3° like that would have been, and not so useful either, but this 1° is better than none! Applying it was a nightmare again. Painfull and messy, but I got it sorted eventually. By the time I had got it done, I had needed another wee-wee. And boy had the style changed from the weak effort I took while sat down earlier! An SSPPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful-Wee-wee) is my classification. I wonder if the reason for the feeble attempt was because I was sat down?

7sun05I checked the condition of the pins.

WD0.0.128 Well, blow me down! I now have vicious wee-wees returned, and one red leg with the other its standard shade? The right this time more filled with fluid, a reversal of the last few days state of my pins? I’m nonplussed! Will they ever get back to near normal again! Two things, well three things that do scare me, Going blind, going senile or being incapacitated in movement. I can cope with all the other ailments. The new ticker and related farce of getting the INR level right, multiple blood tests, self-injections, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyner, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion bleeding, Haemorrhoid Harold, Hippy Hilda, etc. Even Shaking Shaun, Colin Cramps and Dizzy Dennis visits… but these three things I would be nervous and concerned about if they kicked off on or in me. Gonna bit maudlin there didn’t I, sorry.

WD0.0.128 As I was leaving the wet room, I spotted some EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) four on the floor around the door area, and one on a cabinet?

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I think I will have to admit to failure in my battle against the illegal immigrant EIBWBBBs. It’s been a good war, but the little things have worn me out. There are too many of them. I just can’t understand how they are leaving me alone for days, and then they reappear again. This morning’s weevils were all dead apart from one. But I do keep spraying and coughing up the bug killer spray daily in the wet room, still. It is rare nowadays for me to find any live ones. Perhaps their Kommandant Obersturmbannführer has designated the shower room as their cemetery? Hehehe! Maybe I can come to some agreement with them for an InchcockBeetleExit, Euro-Style?

I set about doing the Health Checks and medication taking, unsure of whether to take a Furesomide or not, I left it for today, not knowing if I had done right or wrong really.

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7sun10The results looked a little more balanced to me this time. Sys and Dia back down nicely.

While I thought of it, I put some sliced chestnut mushrooms in the crock-pot with a little light Soy sauce to marinate and turn on later. The thoughts for today’s nosh was a Cumberland pie, the mushrooms and the Frits I got from Marks & Spencers yesterday, maybe, perhaps, possibly.

7sun11The morning view I thought was worthy of recording again.

Somehow I never tire of this vista. It makes me aware that I am not alone. Out there are my fellow Nottinghamians: shoplifters, pavement cyclist, street sleepers, muggers, burglars, the unemployed, failed child-maintenance payers, shortchanging rude shop staff, Social security fiddlers, etc. Haha!

Back for an SSPPWW with splashback. Tsk!

Finally, I got the computer on and updated the Saturday blog. This took me three hours with all the photographs to sort out, and so many things were happening. Also, I had to take about four SSPPWWs, all without any splashbacks.

I went to make a brew of tea, and the rain splashing on the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows, made me take a look outside. I took a photo right and upwards of the unsolicited new work making balconies, then I snapped a shot of the car park below. Blind taken shot of course, as the new windows make it impossible for me to photograph over the new deep window ledges and still see the viewer screen on the camera unless I get on the step ladder so I can reach out far enough into the rain and wind. And it was windy out there compared to earlier. I noted that one of the cars had been reversed into its space. Well done that resident! Much safer!

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7sun18At last, I made a start on this post.

Many hours and wee-wees later, my mind turned to my getting some brekkers. Corn Flakes this time.

WD0.0.128 I got the packet down with the new Stick-Pickerupper okay, but for some reason that the grabber didn’t want to lose its grip on Cornflakes! I had to release it manually.

I don’t have a lot of luck, do I? Getting it back up, and it still wouldn’t release, I had to get the step ladders and get it back up that way. Schmuck!

Ate them, with one of the Freebie mini bottles of apple juice. Mind you, by the time I got around to it, the flakes were all soaked in the milk and soggy! Humph!

Back to the WordPressing, and…

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It was hard work getting anything done on the computer for an hour or two. It seems to be getting less slower now, note I do not say its getting faster. Thank you, Mr Mike Fries (Photo above, he’s about to squeeze more cash out of me for a crap service!), and your quomodocunquising company of avaricious incompetents!

Went on Facebook to update the photo albums and visit the TFZer page.

The mobile, which was on charge in the other room. The legs were giving me some grief as I limped to get the mobile, but it stopped just as I got to it. Back to the computer and the landline light flashed and the tone chirped. Twas Brother-inLaw Pete. We had a nice natter until he had to go.

Back to Facebooking.

7sun38Got the nosh prepared.

It went down well, very tasty!

Washed the pots.

I tried to stay awake for the live football match. But seconds after the kick-off, Zzzz!