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!

Inchcock – Tue 8 Jan 2019: Sorry it’s a long one. But it was such a busy, painful and Whoopsiedangleplop day, yet an enjoyable one. Hehe!

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Tuesday 8th January 2019

Mongolian: 2019 оны 1 дүгээр сарын 8-ны Мягмар гараг

23:10hrs. I woke with the brain in its natural receptive mood for worries, fretting, panicking, nervousness, utter-confusion, and agitation. I expected this to be interrupted as it normally is, by a call to the Porcelain Throne, an SSWW (Short-Dahrp-Wee-wee) or my discovering I was surrounded with signs of nocturnal nibbling evidence.

But no, not this morning.

2tue03WD 128.0.128However, the dwaal of thoughts soon faded into the ether, as I caught sight of the greatly extended and much more obtruding than usual stomach! With the heart op scars now more defined and stretched wide? A few more papsules had grown as well?

And where has all the hair gone? Ah, that was one of the side-effects of Furosemide, hair loss, I remember now!

I thought to myself: I could blow-up here! I hope I don’t get the dizzies and topple over onto my gut, or Splat, thud, silence, no more me! Hahaha!

WD 128.0.128 With an operose effort, I extracted the more than usually stretched like a balloon stomach from the £300 second-hand recliner and got on my feet. There no bones, joints or any part of my torso, legs, knees, ankles, feet, even toes that didn’t moan in a complaint at my actions of movement! Oddly, the only bit of me that didn’t show any pain was the bulbous abdomen! In fact, it felt as if it was not a part of me. Some bizarre stuff going on here? With a few Oohs and arghs, and the occasional silent curse, I made my way limpingly to the kitchen.

But, within a few minutes, things seemed to settled down pain-wise. I assumed the problem was my marathon-hobble yesterday. The bones and joints, having not been used for six days or so prior, were unhappy about it. I’m glad I didn’t croak-out over the six or seven days when I spoke to or saw nobody. What a stink I would have left for the other tenants. Especially, if the tummy had exploded! Hahaha!

Had an SSWW. As I got the gear out for the Health Checks, thermometer, hypodermic, medications, creams, lotions, and sphygmomanometer, etc., I had to divert back to the wet room and for a Porcelain Throne session. Back to the messy, liquified type. But, no bleeding from the front or rear, which I welcomed. There was a lot of involuntary wind escaping, though. A quick wash, and back to the Health Checking.

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The hemadynamometer took a couple of tries before it worked. Must do a battery check if I remember late.

As the fluid appears to be going down in the legs, the BP seems to be rising?

I took just a half a Furosemide today with the other medications.

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It took me a phenomenal amount of time to get the Monday post completed. As I expected it would. Yesterday had been a photo-filled painful marathon, that needed a lot of concentration and detailed presentationing to get anywhere near how I wanted it to appear. The Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s poor performance didn’t help at all. Eventually, I got it sorted and posted.

I checked the Emails, and Sister Jane and hubby Pete had sent me their kind permission to visit them today at their castle (Christmas and birthday presents to be taken). So, a long day ahead for yours-truly. Got to get blogs sorted, gather the pressies for Jane and Pete’s Christmas and birthday treats. Do the ablutions. Then carry the gifts with me on my walk to the doctor’s surgery for the blood test. Then walk carrying them into town, take some photos while I wait for the bus to arrive to get me to West Bridgford, then walk burdened to their mansion with the pressies. Get Pete to take some posed photographs. Get told-off by Sister Jane about as yet unknown things (My increasing weight will no doubt be on her agenda, Hehe!) Then leave early, catch a bus to town, then another to the hospital; so I can get to the clinic for 1430hrs. Then get a bus to… But its no bother at all! I’ve frit myself thinking of it. Hahaha! I think the wee-weeing and body will cope alright, though. (He says confidently)

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I made a start on this post. But had no time to Comments, Facebooking or WordPress reader section viewing. I shall certainly not be fit enough when I get back to do anything. Anyway, I must get the ablutions done.

All cleaned and cleansed. I got the pressies in the bags, realised the weight and just knew that I would struggle on my hobble. But didn’t understand how bad it would be at this time, and thought I’d cope alright. What a Luftmensh!

I set out, with foolish confidence that I’d get through the walk to the doctors for the blood test, and then carry on hobbling into town, to catch a bus to Sister Jane’s splendacious security mansion with its Burg-Wächter PointSafe, two-alarms, a bedroom converted to a wine cellar, nine CCTV cameras. And hubby Petes collection of spy cameras, drones, tasers, knuckle-dusters, cars, electric bikes, truncheons, spectacles with cams fitted, Danalock Bluetooth Z-Wave Smart Lock, and 2tue07motion sensors. Well, with the amount of cash and things left to them by distant unknown relatives, and all their winnings on the Football Pools and Lottery over the years, you can’t blame them! Jealous? Me? Au Contraire!

The lift cage was in a bit of a state as I noticed as I got in it. Mind you, so was I. Haha!

2tue08By the time I had limped down Winchester Street hill and got onto Mansfield Road, the toes and left foot was giving me enough bother for me to consider my going back home. But, my desire to see Jane and Pete, and supply them with some alcohol to keep them going (Guffaw!), I decided to press on.

2tue09The traffic was heavy now, as I arrived in Carrington at the surgery in a right pickle, physically. The weight of the bags had taken a lot out of me, and I knew I had twice as far to go yet to get to town afterwards.

I signed in, remembering to ask for an appointment with the doctor for next Tuesday. My remembering to this, made me feel good! I took a seat, getting out the crossword book from the cram-filled bag. Then, I heard moments later, the voice of Nurse Ann bark out my name. I followed her, as she showed obvious annoyance at my slow limping pace and maladroit struggle to keep up with her on the walk to her torture roo… sorry, treatment room. “Go straight through, sit there, I don’t have much time allowed, let’s get on with it!” I was not in any condition to argue, I sat got the arm ready, and she soon had the blood taken. I continued to waffle throughout. She asked what the problem was with my foot, and I told her, not that my words got any reception much. My taking the wrong paperwork with me didn’t help matters. I got the impression that she considered me a bit of a kvetch or jobbernowle. Oh, dear! Still, the gal was only doing her job conscientiously. I thanked her and slipped her a mini bottle wine for a New Year treat. She put it out of view straight away, telling me she did not want anyone to think she was drinking on the job. I thought of a funny response to that statement, but judiciously, I kept it to myself. I handed a bag of nibbles in on the reception desk as I left.

Amazingly I had spent only 13 minutes in the surgery. Now I was out in the dark again and had to hobble to the City Centre. Which was no problem time-wise as I had an hour and a half to get there. Usually, this route would take me about 40 minutes, but I knew I would have to keep stopping while the toe pains lessened and starting again.

2tue10As I got to the Boulevard traffic island, the first of many to follow stops were taken. The pain was on my limits of tolerations, but each time I stopped, the pain died down and off I’d go again… I’m losing my plot here, sorry. As I rested, I took this photograph of an overhanging bush on the pavement side. Bootiful! A winter-growing delicate flower it seems.

2tue10aWD 128.0.128 I pressed on, up the hill and down to near the junction with Huntingdon Street, where this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist belted by me so close I felt a draught! Git! I put down the bags and had to zoom in to get this photo of the animal. A bit blurry I know, but I was shaking with part surprise at the idiot doing what he did, and rage!

Still, it gave me time for a couple of minutes to recover and let the toe pain lessen, before starting-off again.

When I got into town, I still had a while before the first West Bridgford bus was due. Although the 40-minute walk had taken me well over an hour with the toe hassle and breaks, I needed to take. I was concerned about this and decided to have a look at the state of the foot as soon as I got a chance. If the skin were broken, I’d rub some of the Phorpain gel on it. I dare not take any extra painkillers while I’m on the Furesomide.

I visited the Victoria Centre shopping mall in2tue11 search of chocolate treats for Jan and Pete. I got a chocolate football boot for Pete; and an Angel one for Jane. I had their name put on them in icing. After paying for them, I reorganised the bags, so they were both on the top of the other stuff, I didn’t want to break or squash them.

WD 128.0.128 I left out onto Upper Parliament Street; it was getting much lighter now. I went over to the bus stop, and for the devil-of-me, I could not recall which bus I needed. I knew it was either a number 5 or 7. After asking someone who did not know, I checked the route timing on the board and decided it was number 7 I needed. Which fortunately arrived in ten minutes.

2tue11aI got the camera against the window of the bus, with the intention of taking a photograph of the Nottingham Forest ground as I went over Trent Bridge.

I took this terrible accidental shot from the bus before we got to the bridge. The shaking about made me catch the button I think. Then at the next bus stop, a large lady sat in the seat in front, and that the end my picture plans.

I alighted on Davis Road, right at the end of Jane’s road. Avoiding a long walk, which was good! I rang them, to let them know I was on the way. I was greeted at the door. A sad sight I must have been. I was in much pain, shattered, and struggled to get over the doorstep when I was admitted and had been given permission to enter. Chuckle!

Jane asked about how many cards I’d had – Boing! I’d put them all on top of the DVD shelving, and forgotten all about them, this did not impress Jane in the slightest! To be fair, it didn’t impress me much either!

A great welcome awaited me. These are photographs I took on my wonderful visit:

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Sister Jane helped me clarify a few things:

  1. I am eating the wrong food for breakfast. It should be boiled egg or cereals!
  2. My fluid-filled gigantic Furosomide induced stomach is my own fault for overeating.
  3. I can get off the bus at the railway station and catch a tram into town, then get an L9 home.
  4. My weight is my fault, and I must get it down.
  5. The flat needs cleaning and tidying urgently.
  6. I have to stop buying things I don’t need.
  7. I have no will-power!
  8. I must stop eating pork pies!
  9. They both liked the pressies I’d took them, particularly the bottles of wine. Hehe!

2tue12dPete took some shots of me to use in future graphics, bless him. 

After telling me the best way to go home, we hugged, and I departed.

WD 128.0.128 Just avoiding this Pavement Cyclist while I was at the bus stop. Grumph!

I had a while to spare before the bus was due when I got in town. I had a walk around. A bit busier today.

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2tue12gWD 128.0.128 The toes started to ache and hurt again. I caught the bus home, without seeing any fellow residents en route or on the bus.

When we arrived back at Winwood Heights, the bus going the other way was in front of us unloading.

I called out to the folks who got off ahead of me. I could see, Penny, Mary and Welsh William… They just increased their speed. Hahaha! By the time I got in, they had all gone, along with my chances for a litter gossip or natter.

I was totally done-in when I arrived home. The toes in agony, SSWWs needed repeatedly, and I was really hungry for some reason.

2tue14WD 128.0.128 First thing I did was to investigate the troubled tootsies! Not a pretty sight, and I could not see what had caused this ailment? Yesterday, there were no signs of lesions or blood? I could not apply any pain-gel, while the skin is cracked.

I got the Health Checks done for midday and evening together. The medications were taken.

I got the sourdough part-baked baguette in the 2tue15oven. When it was cooked, I broke it up and buttered bits of it, adding the salad selection and egg to it. Oh, and a mini pork pie. Please don’t mention the mini pork pie to Sister Jane, I beg you.

It went down a treat! I gave this effort a Flavour Rating of 8.9/10.

I got the TV on, to watch a ‘Frost’ DVD episode on.

WD 128.0.128 I hadn’t got far into it, when I heard noises, and this was with the headphones on!

I got out of the recliner and had a wander around in search of any danger the noises might be from.

Whe2tue15an checking the spare room, I thought this scene outside. It looked a bit like a computer generated image. I fetched the camera to take this photo. The new cladding looked like it was from a computer game. 

I imagine the lighting at the time helped give this effect?

The noise did not sound again, and could find nothing untoward, so back to the recliner.

I think I fell asleep before I restarted the DVD.

Ah-well!

Inchcock – Thur 3rd January 2019:

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Sister Jane’s Birthday Today. Can’t get to see her, but as soon as the Furosemide finishes, I’ll get out and visit them at their castle, and fill their moat with pressies! Hehehe! Buses Permitting!

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Thursday 3rd January 2019

Russian: Четверг 3 января 2019

23:45hrs. I almost burst awake, instantly aware that I was in need of the Porcelain Throne, to relieve demands from both front and back. The panicky rising from the £300 second-hand recliner was more farcical the ever this morning.

WD 69.0.69 I found myself sort of sliding off of the recliner, banged the swollen knees on the Ottoman, ignored the pain and got up, tripped over a slipper and knocked over the mineral water bottle, and made my way as fast as possible to the wet room. It was as close as one could be, to being too late… but, I made it, (phew!) and the splashing and spraying commenced the moment my bottom hit the Throne seat, from both areas in need! Messy, remarkably slapdash and embarrassing, the mess I had to clean up afterwards!  I felt so unclean and decided that although it was so late, I had to get 4Thu03amyself under the shower.

I shaved and did the teggies, then got under the hot spraying water, and used the carbolic soap! Scrubbing brush and sponge were well-used, too!

The fluid retention didn’t look any worse than yesterday, then again, no better. Hehe! The left wrist where it had hardened the other day, now 4Thu02had a pretty pattern on it. I thought for a moment that it looked like a maggot with a nose and eyes at the far end? Hahaha!

WD 69.0.69 As I was drying myself off, I spotted several of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) lurking about on the dry part of the wet room floor, near to the door! Three live ones and two dead carcases. I grabbed the Sanmex Bug Killer can, and it was empty! Out and to my ‘Repellent Armoury drawer’ to collect another can of killer spray… WD 69.0.69 Tripping over the same slipper again as I did so.

4Thu001 WD 69.0.69 On the way back to the wet room, I saw that I had left the flipping oven on all night. Again! I ran in and turned off the power to the stove.

I gave the wet room a good spray with the Sanmex, then did the hallway as well. I got myself dressed, and off to investigate if any damage had been done in the oven. All looked dirty and stained inside. Clobberwockers!

At least it was warm in the kitchen. Hehehe! I calmed down a bit then and pondered on why the Weevils had returned; then realised with all my self-pitying and dizzy-spells yesterday, I had not sprayed the bug killer anywhere at all. Klutz!

I tidied up a bit in the front room and got the slippers on.

Ah, the Asda (Walmart) delivery is due this morning twixt 06:00 > 07:00hrs. I know I had a delivery on Tuesday from them, but with my not daring to risk going out while I’m in the Furosemide, and the possibility of losing the bus service, I got some stuff in. But, of course, there is a delivery charge and minimum buy! So, this is not going to help me lower my ridiculously large stock of fodder in the cupboards.

I got the Health Checks done, with the sphygmomanometer working on the first try.

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4Thu001aEven the new thermometer worked the first time and quickly for me!

The BP confused me a little. The sys was higher, but the Dia was lower (almost poetical that, Haha!). The temperature was the highest ever I think, but as Tim Price told me, this is no problem, as for some reason it has been too low for a long time now until I started using the new ear-hole thermometer.

Took the medications. And set about updating, finalising and posting off the Wednesday Woes diary to WordPress.Then made a start on this blog. Between a few close-call LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) One, which I was forced to take in the emergency bucket, to avoid a leaking torrent!

I got some chips in the oven to have with a mini-pork pie for breakfast.

4Thu06aI went on the WP reader and comments while I waited for the chips to cook.

Got the nosh served up, I can’t believe I’m eating breakfasts after so many years. But the fear installed in me, by Sister Janet and Scharführeress Nurse Ann demanding and commanding me to eat brekkies, soon broke my resistance! Hehehe! I think my telling her of the Furosemide problem, caused her to need a wee-wee herself. Haha! She had to shoot off, so only a few seconds of conversation, nice of her to ring.

4Thu06I had a look out of the unwanted kitchen windows, with the extra glass to clean that I cannot reach to clean, the light and view-blocking view and that I have to take photographs out of, blind because I have to hang out of the window to get over the ridiculously wide ledge… what was I saying?… Oh yes! I got the camera back inside and checked on the viewer whether the Asda delivery had arrived or not yet. It hadn’t.

WD 69.0.69 So, I got the computer on to update wicked Wednesday Inchcock Today.

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I had my now seemingly regular second visit to the Porcelain Throne, a decent one this time, not too messy, and leaving the wet room as I heard my mobile ringing… Mobile? At this time in the morning? It was the Asda, delivery lady. She wanted me to go down to l4Thu05et her in. Had the communication which they usually contact me to be let in, panel broken down. With the landline not being connected, I could not press her in – so I went down to let her in?

WD 69.0.69 I took the walking stick with me cause of the legs. She got in, and I forgot to ask if she’d tried the phone in the foyer entrance. The poor think late a bit late, and it showed in her face an actions. To help her out, I suggested she just put the good in the lift with me, and she could get off then. She did! I went up in the elevator with the bags and loose bottles etc. and made a few trips from the lift doors to the flat door and got the stuff inside and put away. To make up the minimum order with me not being able to get out yet, I’d ordered things like spring water, kitchen towels and bleach that I did not need, but could use later. The freezer had to have little re-jiggling to get the mousse, chips, lamb burgers and iced orange suckers in. Tsk! I got an Asda (Walmart) store-baked Sourdough Baguette. When I picked it up from the bag and felt the weight and solid touch to it, I got a feeling I would not take to this cement and flour bread. Huh! I’ll just make a couple of turkey sarnies, some sauce of some sort, gherkins I have in to use, but I forgot to get any tomatoes.

Went on CorelDraw to do some TFZer Graphics, not done any for a while, all the weariness and falling asleep doesn’t help. 

WD 69.0.69 No graphics not done yet, Sister Jane called, told me not to buy anything too much in, food-wise, it was a bad connection again, but she did point out that I had got her Birthday wrong still this year, as I did last year, you’d think that after 89 years, I could get it right. Hahaha! Sorry Jane, only joking! Oh, and I must do something else.. but while I was typing in the previous words, I forgot what it was! Oy Vey!

Tried to get some pictures made up again on CorelDraw. (Failed)

WD 69.0.69 Oh, dearie me, I’ll have to give up concentrating, Dizzy Dennis is back with a vengeance. Although the Furosemides (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) are less frequent and I think, not so forceful. (Later, especially in the morning, boy did they start again!) Mind you, I have to take the Furosemide in an hour or so, I can expect the tsunami any time after that to begin again. Big mouth me! Just typed this in, and had to shoot off for another Furosemide imposed LHBLWW!

Been up for 14-hours now. The weariness is creeping in.

5fri001So drained again now, I made three sarnies of buttered Sourdough bread with pork loin.

WD 69.0.69 Tough would be the first word to describe my biting into the Asda (Walmart) Sourdough Baguette!

In fact, I loosened two teeth in the process!

As for the taste, cardboard!

I planned the viewing for the goggle-box. Two episodes of the A-Team, then a Police documentary, followed by a 40 stone life programme. I didn’t get half-way through the first A-Team before I nodded off. Tsk!

I hope for a better Furisemide… er… Friday. Hehehe!

Inchcock Today – Sat/Sun 22/23rd Dec 2018: Self-pitying, Porcelain Throne, and Whoopsiedangleplops Ridden Weekend. Humph!

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Dec 22 2018

Saturday 22nd December 2018

Bulgarian: Събота 22 декември 2018 г.

00:25hrs. For a complete change, I woke this morning ‘Not’ wanting to recall any of the dreams I’d been having, but bits still insisted on filtering through, possibly the worst nightmare I’ve had all year. Just about every one of my many mistakes, bad judgements, and embarrassing episodes were momentarily relived, and it wasn’t very nice at all!

WD 0.25.0 I lay feeling sorry for myself for a while, when I opened my eyes, the scene was so soul-destroying – I’d been at the Nocturnal Nibbling again! As it dawned on me how many bits of fodder I had on, and around my body, the self-hatred and frustration grew! (Please see the Morning Thoughts, above). I wonder if I can get some help with this problem? Mind you, it’s not every night, just now and then that I gorge myself in my sleep. And, I have really tried this last couple of weeks to attain a degree of abstemiousness… He says, looking for some lame excuse. What a yold, Tsk!

WD 0.25.0 I moved on mind-wise and lay thinking about what is on for today, and it was like someone suddenly released a hose pipe! A dire struggle ensued to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room in time. Then en route, I realised that the (First of many) Porcelain Throne was required as well! My first evacuation of the day was one of the mini-rugby ball types. But no haemorrhaging. It’s not been a great start to the day, I thought. (An understatement as I was to discover later! Oy Vey!

Anitcepticated the hands, and off to get the Health Checks done.

6Sat05

No surprised in the readings and the sphygmomanometer worked first try. Took the medications with some milk for a change, then made a brew of the Strong Assam tea.

WD 0.25.0 I started to shiver a bit. After previously feeling all warm and snug? I didn’t need the EQ to tell me I was coming down with something or other. For once, I was so glad that no one will be calling on me.

WD 0.25.0 No sooner had I sat on the computer chair, another hasty visit to the Porcelain Throne (2nd) was needed! A massive evacuation, this time of the normal mode, but a lot of it. Washed and antisepticated the dandies and contact points this time, with the Dettol. As I came out of the wet room back to the computer, a bit of sweating was starting, I took off my woolly hat and jumper. I reckon I’ll have Diahorrea Donald as a visitor for a while.

When I closed down the computer yesterday, I did it with the Update & Close option. So, once again I was not too bothered about all the flashing and stuttering that went on. Huh!

WD 0.25.0 I made a start on this blog. Slow work, because the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet was so stuttery again!

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6Sat07I put the heavy dressing gown on as well now, it felt so cold everywhere in the flat. The slow computer was driving mad!

So I went to make another brew of tea, and get some mushrooms in the crockpot. I decided it might be a good idea if I made a stew of some sort. I have pork chinks in the fridge I can add to the mushrooms with some vegetables (parsnips, peas, and carrots) later when I get the 6Sat06cooker started.

Blimey, it still feels nippy in this kitchen, more so than the other rooms?

The thermometer read 9°c – 59°f, it must have got colder overnight. I took this photo to show the lights outside.

Then, as I returned with my mug of tea to the computer: I had to veer off to the wet room, and Porcelain Throne visit three! Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

WD 0.25.0 An incident-filled session ensued. The passing style changed again, this time to a liquefied and messy mode!

WD 0.25.0 And there was a lot of bleeding! Heck of job cleaning and medicating things after the evacuation. Tsk! I think this may be the last of the Throne visits, as there has been so much passed, there cannot be much left in there? (He says hopefully).

6Sat03

WD 0.25.0 Then I spotted just one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) He or she was dead, and although it doesn’t really show on this picture, it was a massive beast.

Back to this lactarium.

Then I realised I had not yet finished off the Friday diary. Nitwit!

6Sat08Before I started the updating, I nipped into the kitchen to add the ingredients to the mushrooms in the crock-pot: Sliced some parsnips, cut some pork into pieces and put them in with the mushrooms. I added some caramelised gravy stock and Hoisin sauce, gave it a good stir and started the slow-cooker on low.

I noticed that the temperature had shot up to 64°f, now.

I then got on with the updating and got it sent off to WordPress. Better late, than never!

I sensed that I could feel a draught coming from somewhere, but could not find the source. Is that possible? Here I am in my jammie-bottoms, dressing gown, slippers and with my knitted hat on, the temperature tells me is no longer cold… but that is how I feel. Cold!

6Sat11The shakes and shivers are far less frequent than earlier, though. 

As I was taking this photograph out of the light and view-blocking kitchen window with the ledge that sticks out so far I cannot manipulate the camera if I want to make a downward shot, like this one and see the viewer at the same time… what was I saying? Hehe!

6Sat12The Hunger Pangs arrived, and I made a mini breakfast of a slice of pork pie and some mini tomatoes.

WD 0.25.0 The top of the salt pot fell. The mystery is where all the salt that fell out went to? Fair enough some went into the container, but where did the rest of it go?

It’s little mysteries like this that seem to evade other folks. Like the enigma of noises, I hear but cannot locate? The EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) infestation, the most unreliable memory and concentration levels, etc. That seems to have followed me all of my sad, miserable, confused, bewildering, inscrutableness-filled failed life, and are still visiting me now, in my continued route to full decrepitude classificationHehe! Just thought I’d mention it!

Had a few Highland Shortie biscuits, then fell asleep sat in the computer chair! Oh, dear!

Hours later when I woke again, I went on to Facebooking on the TFZer site.

6Sat13Did the Health Checks and got the nosh ready.

I deliberately dished up some extra gravy with the concoction of pork and vegetables so I could enjoy dipping the broken off pieces of the gloriously tasting Soughdough baguette. Mmm! Not as tasty as I’d hoped it would be, nut the bread was enjoyed. Gave this one a Flavour Rating of 6/10.

Drained and unbelievably still feeling so tired. I got the fourth summoning to the Porcelain Throne! Another fluid evacuation. It confuses me as to how quickly the innards could have turned things like this and got the fodder through the various inner workings and out, so fast!

Cleaned the pots, and settled mega-early into the £300 second-hand recliner. Viewed the Freeview schedule, and found three films one after the other, that I thought I’d watch.

6Sat14

Got up to do the Health Checks to find that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were both active.

Not a really disagreeable day, but the ailments coming and going were a tad irksome. I’ve had far worse ones. Got the head down again, and fell asleep in seconds.

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Dec 23 2018

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Sunday 23rd December 2018

 Yiddish: זונטיק דעצעמבער 23, 2018

00:15hrs. WD 51.0.0 I woke in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne! I almost threw my elephantine body mass off of the £300 second-hand recliner, clouting my knee of the Ottoman as a hastily rushed to the wet room. Yet again, making it just in time. (This can’t last, I fear my next visit will not be so lucky for me!)

The evacuation was a typical Haemorrhoid Harold affair, messy and with great patience needed, my knowing full well a second dollop was brewing to follow on! (Experience told me this, and I was right for once). I did not move from the seat, I dare not! I got the Clarkson book and read a few pages, before the almost-liquid second-coming, came! Hahaha!

WD 51.0.0 Another worrying factor, I nearly nodded-off while sat there reading the book? This concerned me a bit, so I cleaned up and got the computer on to find out what I could, of the noddings-off I’m suffering. I found this advice:

  • Many cases of narcolepsy are thought to be caused by a lack of the brain chemical hypocretin (also known as orexin), which regulates sleep. This deficiency is thought to result from the immune system mistakenly attacking parts of the brain that produce hypocretin. A number of factors may increase a person’s risk of narcolepsy or cause an autoimmune problem, including:
  • anyone elderly, with a high EQ
  • an inherited genetic fault
  • hormonal changes, including those that occur during puberty or the menopause
    major psychological stress
  • a sudden change in sleep patterns
  • an infection, such as swine flu or a streptococcal infection
  • having the flu vaccine Pandemrix

Research is yet to confirm whether all of these play a role in narcolepsy.

I just ended up putting it down to my having been such a bundle of energy and working such long hours for so many years, and I’m getting old and paying for it now. Huh!

Got the Health Checks sorted. The flipping Sys and Pulse were high! 

7Sun07

7Sun03Got it finished and went to make a brew and get some potatoes into the crock-pot. 

WD 51.0.0 I intended to let them marinate in the water, seasoned with some strong Balsamic vinegar. I change the plans after I’d put light Soy Sauce in by mistake. Klutz!

While doing this, I had a brave-wave of an idea for a humorous rhyme about this weeks thoughts. Seen above, I added it to this post, as I had already posted it off stand alone this morning.) So I got it made up and sent off. When I create these ode-thoughts, if they do not flow out of the brain, I abandon them. This one shows the state my mind must have been in. Haha!

I went to make another brew of tea, a Strong English Breakfast one this time.

WD 51.0.0 As I put the kettle on, a second summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room. A particularly reluctant evacuation at first this time, again giving me time to read more of the Clarkson book (Nearly finished now). I even had a glance around for any signs of any of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), but like yesterday, I could only one on the floor near the shower drain, but this was a live one, and soon made its way to and disappeared down the drain. The evacuations might have reluctant to move, but it was terribly splattery when it did come. I wonder if a new problem had affected the splanchnic department, somewhere, or is it the foods I have been eating?

Around 0500hrs I heard some noises again, as I have been doing lately around this time, but th7Sun07aey were different this time. Repeated sort of long scraping sounds, but of short duration? I had a wander around, but by the time I started hobbling around, they had stopped again.

I opened the light and view-blocking new window in the kitchen and stuck the camera put taking a blind shot of below. The rain had stopped now, and I think that the giant puddle near the compound gate to where Willmott Dixon is building Winwood Court, had gone down a lot.

WD 51.0.0 Unbelievable! Another trip to the Porcelain Throne! Hard to understand as well, was the again changed nature of the evacuation! Back to the hard mini-rugby ball-shaped escapees! Tsk! No hesitating in exiting either, no a little bit of discomfort. Still, on the bright side, there was no bleeding again. So, from diahorrea to liquidified messy splattering, next to mountainous rock-hard granite-like… Oh, never mind, it’ll change again next time I expect, if there is a next time! Tsk!

Cleaned up and medicated things in need of the same, and went on Facebooking.

Sister Jane rang. She gave me a few clandestine verbal telling-offs. (She is brilliant at this, I’d say up to Margaret Thatcher standard!) We chatted as I felt more and more guilty about my Sister-pointed-out failings. Hehehe!

7Sun10Got the nosh sorted. Beef pie, potatoes with a drop of BBQ sticky sauce on each half, tomatoes and mushrooms. Followed with a naughty, wicked Limoncello dessert. A Flavour-Rating of 8.5/10 given.

I ate up the small but decent meal and placed the tray on the side chair. I thought I may have difficulty in getting to sleep tonight, with my dropping off for so long in the chair earlier.

7Sun11Some strange noises were heard again, this time they sounded like whining and tapping sounds at the same time. I knew there was no work taking place?

I went out into the light and view-blocking, letting in the rain balcony, with its finger trapping window opening mechanism and misted up in the rain glass with gaps between them. The noises lasted a good few minutes, and I began to think they might just be in my head. I could not locate where they were coming from, seemingly all around?

WD 51.0.0 Got a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I sat back down in the £300 second-hand recliner. Only a short one, though. And it did not stop me nodding off quickly, and for an uninterrupted five-hours! No waking in need of the Throne, that arrived as soon as I woke up again at 23:25hrs! Tsk!

Inchcock – Mon 10 Dec 2018: Up and down sort of day. Nattered to the Mallards and fed ’em. With the worst meal of the century ensuring a bad ending to Monday

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The staff that Willmott Dixon takes on? Hehe!

1Mon07

Monday 10th December 2018

Ukrainian: Понеділок, 10 грудня 2018 р

1Mon05a00:55hrs: Awoke with great reluctance to stay awake, let alone consider the possibility of dragging my body with its volumingargantuan stomach, out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner! After a few minutes of argy-bargy with my will-power, and having the brain point out to me that I am almost out of clean clothes and need to get the laundry done; With recalcitrantness, I forced myself into sloth-like activity and got up.

WD 51.0.0 As I was doing so, first I spotted a Weevil on the watch strap, got the camera to take a picture of the damned thing, then saw another one climbing up my leg!

I made these pictures on the left of the spotty Muldoon left hand, showing how I think, the red blobs are now getting lighter and fewer over the last three days?

I went straight to the spare room and gathered the bag of laundry and required appurtenances, had an SSWW. Got dressed and down to the laundry room.

WD 51.0.0 Where I found that both spin dryers were in use. Neither washing machine was in use or even felt warm or wet inside the drums. This, of course, meant if I did my short wash, they might not be finished before I needed them. Frustrated, I swore under my breath and returned to the flat in a right niggly mood!

Took the outer clothes off, I may well have been tempted to kick the cat if I had one. Joking! Hehe!

Still, on the bright side, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had both departed from yesterday’s attacks and was leaving me alone.

1Mon01I set about carrying out the Health Checks.

When I got around to creating this post, I was tickle-pink with how accidentally I’d got the lens and camera in the reflection on the top part of the sphygmomanometer.

Which needed three tries, for it to work for me.

1Mon01a

This morning’s reading s were far better than the weekend’s first tests. I made a brew, took the medications and got the computer going and updated lasts weeks and today’s Health Checklists on Excel.

No demands for the Porcelain Throne yet today? There were many cases of SSWW visits, though.

I set about updating the terrible tribulation troubles of the Sunday diary. Got it finished off and posted to WordPress. Went on the Reader Section, and read a comment, I’d have more, but only the one came in. Haha!

I considered going back down to see if the laundry machines were free, but felt too idle, lazy and irritated to bother.

An SSWW was taken, made another brew and got on with beginning this post.

WD 51.0.0 The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived (better late than never!), and off I trundled. Just one EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) spotted in there. I’d love to know what their attack plans are, cause they keep catching me out every day almost!). The evacuation was a mix of coal-7Sun35anuggets and sloppy content. But, the after-aroma was mephitic and nauseating, to put it mildly, even to me! Cor Blimey!

I reckon I can blame last night’s seasoned home-made beans for the putrescent smell? I might leave out the garlic next time I try to make anything like this again.

1Mon07aAnother SSWW, I must get a spare bucket!

I checked the weather to see if it looked like rain for my planned mini-hobble.

WD 51.0.0 The rain dripped in along the bottom of the unwanted new light and view-blocking window frame as I opened it to take a picture of the Nottingham lights. I had to dry the electric night storage heater, the window ledge, the floor and myself. It looked a little cloudy, and they seemed to be moving quickly. I checked on Google for today’s forecast. 46º Fahrenheit, 10% chance of precipitation, humidity 89%, wind 6mph. So I reckon I can get out to take some photographs, feed the Mallards and have a decent little hobble later.

Got the ablutions tended to. Just one Weevil seen in the wet room, but he/she was dead. Things were looking up, Weevil-War-wise?

After a good shave, teggies were done, showering, ear-hole-freeing-of-wax, and medicationalisationalistic duties were all performed, I felt a lot better in myself.

Sorted three black bags of waste and one large white bag of recyclable materials and wrapped them up. Took the small bags to the rubbish chute and deposited them. Back to the flat, and started ferreting about making sure I had left nothing that should be off, and mutatis mutandis, thing off, that should be on. I think? Hehe! All looked good, taps, stove, lights doors etc. checked.

Got the shopping bag with the Mallard food, pigeon fodder, hearing aid batteries, umbrella, nibbles and Christmas pressies to hand out, crossword book, notepad, and spare glasses in it. The pockets held the bus-pass, bank card, pens, camera, mobile phone, and £32,150.00 in spending money… Only jesting!

1Mon07cLocked up and down to the lobby. No one was about.

As I departed, Some more of the Willmott Dixon fencing had been removed. They must be getting close to finishing the outside of Woodthorpe Court, now.

I took this shot of the frontage of the 45 flatted new Winwood Extra Care block and Stabsfeldwebeless Wardens Nuclear Fallout Shelter and Stun-Gun safe, and Holding Cells, block. Hahaha! They seem to be making decent progress on it now.

I greeted a few of the Willmott Dixon lads as I passed on my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ.  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 

Angel Gould, Olympic Arbitration Champion, financial advisor to Angelina Jolie and Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenführeress Patch Commander was passing in her Rolls Royce and stopped to talk to me. She would talk to me later in the hut.

I got inside the Portakabin. I made my way to see Generalleutnantess Warden Deana and
Generaloberstess Warden Julie. We spoke about…
Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself.

Many tenants arrived, and I managed to get a few laughs and little chinwags.

Angel Gould, Catwalk Model, Trainer for the Olympic bob slay team, and Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenführeress Patch Commander came in, and we spoke. But I won’t mention that she has kindly requested an NCHs Pest Control chap to call and see me later about the EIBWBBBs

I joined the gang at the bus stop as both buses arrived. Everyone got off in Sherwood, apart from Doreen and myself. I dropped in Daybrook and made my way to the Arnot Hill Municipal Park, and went to have a natter with and feed the Mallards and pigeons. Here are the photos I took of the birds.

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I’m out of food for them again now. Must get some more if time tomorrow after, or before, the blood test. Which has been set for 10:20hrs, most annoying.

1Mon16Said cheerios to the Mallards, which tickle the people nearby me. Hehe! And have a hobble into Arnold.

I thought their version and idea of a Christmas tree was, well… Crap!

I looked in the Chambers’ butchers to see if they had any of their home-made roast belly pork slices. It was evident to me that the stuff on show was from yesterday, and fatty too. So I carried on and called into the Boyes store to see if they had any of foot spray on the shelves. Nope! So I pressed on and called in the Iceland store. I came out with a jar of red onion caramelised chutney and a pack of smoked ham offcuts.

1Mon17 I hobbled along to the Asda Walmart store.

Where I did get carried away a bit. Tsk! I came out much later with Cheapo strawberry jelly and custard desserts. Fire & Smoke Texan Hot Dogs with Chilli coriander and pimento. Expensive but tasty in the extreme, and they had a good use by date of 02.03.2019! Seasoned potato slices. Ready-sliced mushrooms. Finally, some cheesy topped rolls. Which I plan to have 1Mon20(the cheesy rolls) with the offcuts of smoked ham, tomatoes, gherkins and a boiled egg perhaps. But, of course, it is a long way off yet, so things can change.

A bit like Brexit! Humph!

The cheesy topped roll looked appealing and felt nice and soft into the bargain.

1Mon18I paid at normal serviced check out, and hobbled with the two bags up to the bus stop.

By the time the bus arrived there was a decent crowd that had joined me.

When the L9 arrived, and we all got on, the weather kept changing from bright to gloomy on the route back to the flats.

1Mon19I took this picture through the bus window, just before we arrived in Sherwood.

Angela and Roy, Shirley and Bob got on the bus there.

We were all soon back at the ever-changing Winwood Heights complex. Typically, many folks would make their way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ.  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Reprimanding Inchcock Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where a patient queue would form to utilise the services of the WC.  But not today. They were advised that the workmen will be digging up the ground outside all day, to find the cause of the leak. I had to smile at this, sorry.

I walked to the apartments with Angela and Roy, inside a lovely natter was had twixt us with Mo and Olive joining in. Handed out some nibbles, then I made my way up to the flat.

Nosh put away and got on updating this blog, until…

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1Mon21Fed-up, I gave up and got the meal ready.

WD 51.0.0 Oh, dear and what a shame. The plate of fodder looked good and smelt good. But flavourwise, it was a bit of a calamity for my gustatory organs.

The tomatoes were bitter, the beetroots had the taste and texture of what I imagine ball bearings would have, and the cheesy cobs were unstimulatingly insipid. Only the smoked ham offcuts were really eatable with any modicum of enjoyment. Thus, a Flavour-Rating of 3.5/10 for this much left on the plate, effort. Grumph!

1Mon22

The skies still continued to go from dark to light. The photographicalisations above were taken about five minutes between each other.

The weariness dawned on me, concentration shot to pieces. However, I did remember to do an EIBWBBB patrol and spraying session.

Now this, I found amazing. I did not come across a single Weevil dead or alive anywhere! Had they been told of Opera singer, Oberführeress Angela’s plan to organise and despatch a Nottingham City Homes Pest Control Operative to the flat? Hehehe! Mayhap they are in the process of moving to a safer environment in another apartment? Or, is it another of their cunning schemes to fool me? Mmm?

1Mon25I went to get a drink of the spring water and lemon cordial, and the sky was now looking beautiful.

Red Sky at Night – Shepherds Delight!

I settled down with a handfull of jelly babies and the drink, on the £300 second-hand recliner. I perused what was on the box, and found a couple of programmes I really fancied watching… Huh! Zzzz!