Inchcock Today: Mon Sept 9 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops, catastrophes, malfunctions, bungles, Accifauxpas… you name it! Humph!

2019 Sept 09

2019 Sept 09

Monday, September 9th 2019

Icelandic: Mánudaginn 9 September 2019

03:30hrs: I had not much in the way of sleep. But since being woke up last night, it seemed to be all dream-filled. Yet apart from sensing they were not pleasant ones, I can recall no details at all. I hate it when that happens. Hehe!

I struggled out of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner to take a wee-wee in the GPSB (Grey-Plastic-Salvation-Bucket), it was of the USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. So, some cleaning up was needed afterwards. Off to the wet room. Where on the spur-of-the-moment, I also got the ablutions tended to.

WD 150.0.0 The dropsies were plentiful, the toothbrush (twice), shaving foam can, soap, razors several times, shower head… and I even managed afterwards, to drop the flaming fearful sock-glide! However, it fell to the ground without coming into contact with any part of my body! Smugness-Mode-Adopted!

Got dressed, and off to the kitchen. Made a brew and took the medications. Back to the wet room, to satisfy the precipitant need for the Porcelain Throne.

WD 150.0.0 Another, ‘Argh, wait for the kerplonk’ jobbie. I felt the splashback hitting my rear quarters! Yes, a massive torpedo. A smidge of bleeding, but I think, considering the colossal size of the evacuated article, the blood would only have been from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so no worry there. I did take an extra Codeine 30g, to ease the pains from the high-pressured evacuation leaving some soreness, and the lump on the bonce, from yesterday’s head-walloping affair, still stinging.

WD 150.0.0 I started to do the blog updating…

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WD 150.0.0 I didn’t get very far with it, the finger-ends were troublesome as well… then:

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Oh, dear, not again! It took no end of messing around and time getting it to work still. Although, I think it came back, of its own accord in the end. More time lost! Thank you, Mr (overpaid, incompetent) Fries.

I’ve no idea why I did this, but while the internet was working, I made up a Morrison order, for delivery for Wednesday 18th, twixt 06:00 > 07:00hrs.

Before I could start on the blog again correctly, the Ocado delivery arrived. They are the only supplier who sells the Glengettie Gold tea bags, the Soulful Vegetarian Chilli and the brown Sicilian tomatoes. All of which I adore! 

1Mon06The head was getting me more pain now! Just thought I’d mention it.

The brown tomatoes, some of which I will treat the Sturmscharfhreress and Fashion Model Wardens to, are so delicious tasting!

I cut some up straight away, and added some sliced up (on the new tomato slicer, Swaging head here), and in the saucepan with the Soulful vegetarian chilli, adding some black bean sauce, and left it all to marinate! Ohh, the smell! Mmm!

The polish sourdough sliced loaf, I split and wrapped into packs of five or slices, and put into the freezer.

Pictured here, is the rather thick end-slice from the Sourdough loaf. Hehehe! But it will come in very handy for dunking in the chilli later. Oh, yes! What is in this vegetarian chilli, you ask? Well, here’s the ingredients listing:

Chopped Tomato, Water, Green Jackfruit 12% [Green Jackfruit, Water, Salt, Citric Acid], Carrot, Sweetcorn 4%, Celery, Red Pepper, Onion, Borlotti Beans 2%, Red Kidney Beans 2%, Black Eye Beans 2%, Pumpkin Seeds, Tomato Puree, Garlic Puree, Gluten-Free Flour [Rice, Potato, Tapioca, Maize, Buckwheat], Sugar, Lemon Juice, Rapeseed Oil, Vegetable Stock [Salt, Rice Flour, Cane Sugar, Onion, Yeast Extract, Celery, Carrot, Spices, Sunflower Oil, Mushrooms, Herbs, Vegetable Juice, Pumpkin, Lovage, Garlic], Chipotle 6%, Cumin, Smoked Paprika, Tamari [Water, Soya Bean, Salt, Spirit Vinegar], Oregano, Coffee, Cinnamon, Black Pepper, Chilli 0.05%, Smoke Flavour. Blimey!

And I added the brown tomatoes and black bean sauce! I think this is what I put in the last time I had some. I recall really enjoying and getting high on it! Hehehe! Mind you, that said, something is lurking in my memory concerning constipation, or is it more likely diarrhoea? Oh, dearie me!

Crikey, the time has flown. I’ll have to get going to the Untersturmführeresses holding-cell and interrogation and telling-off of Gerry room (office), now located in the Winwood Court Foyer, to hand the nibbles and treats over. I have a large bag of recyclable stuff I’ll take down at the same time. I might nip up ad take some photographicalisations from the Winwood rooftop as well. I’ll return in a bit.

I’m back! Bet you were worried about me being gone for so long? I went down and out to the caretaker’s room and deposited the bag nearby. I went back in through the side door, and Malc, or is it, Steve, the caretaker, was in his snug little room. We had a natter, I offered him some brown tomatoes, but I could see he was not in the least enamoured by them. A meat man, no doubt. Haha! It transpired, that he too is on Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet, and has been suffering problems, too! Fancy that!

I went through the link-passage to the Winwood Court lobby. I tried the door out to the benches, but it was still working. Then made my way to the Standartenfhreress Wardens Office. No Deana, but Julie and Mitchell (I think) were in. Handed out the nibbles and treats and we had a little gossip and laugh.

Then went up in the dedicated rooftop lift.

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6Sat21The top room was not being used. Shame, it is lovely comfortable and snuggly warm in there, too. A delight to have for the new tenants, a giant crossword was partly done on one of the tables.

I snapped the pictures in between diving for cover a few times, when the rain poured.

5Fri007I came back down in the lift. No one about.

It was eerie walking through the link-passage, but Ray and his sin soon came walking in the other direction, I was introduced to his lad.

There were no other signs of life when I got to the lift foyer in Woodthorpe Court.

1Mon14Nor, in the elevator, or on the twelfth-floor lobby. When I went into the lightless hallway to the three flats that share that corner, I almost had to feel my way along to find the door. Haha!

I got in, and got the kettle on, and made a brew of the Glengettie Gold tea, and stirred the saucepan of vegetarian chilli.

Then got on with updating this blog. But the time was passing so quickly today. I went on the WordPress reader.

No time for Facebooking or updating picture galleries. Must get nosh sorted out and my head down ASAP. As tomorrow will need me to leave for the After-Stroke torture-session by 07:00hrs, if I get up in time. How I’ll get any work done on the blog, I don’t know.

Pretty fed-up with how long things are taking nowadays. I’m going to get the fodder and get my head down.

WD 150.0.0 I went into the kitchen and the heat under the chilli – and the phone rang! The pharmacist wanted to deliver the prescriptions tonight! Everyone and thing are plotting against my getting enough or even any sleep! I explained to him about my having to leave in the morning for 07:00hrs to get to the After-Stroke session in time. I asked if he would be here for 17:00hrs, please? I got a very worrying “Something like that!” back from him.

With Josie, Herbert and the ailments doing an excellent job of giving me sleep deprivation, I do not need any other help! So, I’ll just have to try and keep awake long enough for the bloke to arrive.

At times, life can get so annoying.

I turned off the heat under the chilli and got back on the computer. I might fight the fatigue and somnolence long enough if I try to create some graphics on CorelDraw, I suppose. Huh! So, I had a go, praying I’d stay awake long enough. Ah, well! 

Amazingly, the chemist’s young Asian lady arrived an hour later with the prescriptions, bless her cotton socks. I thanked her and explained things. So, back to plan C, to get the chilli and the head down. I hope!

1Mon14aThis is the Soulfood vegetarian chilli, with the added vinegar, brown tomatoes and black bean sauce, that was the evening nosh. The chunk of Polish Sourdough, and a mini-bottle of fresh orange juice. This scrumptious, delectable, highly palatable feast was all eaten up. Amidst the belching and passing of wind afterwards, I thought it deserved a favour rating of 9.3/10!

Washed the pots, did the handwashing, and got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as 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, recliner.

The gogglebox was put on when I realised that despite the drowsiness, heavy eye-lids, and plain tiredness, that sleep was not too keen on coming.

WD 150.0.0 The thoughts of tomorrow’s activities and tasks kept the brain far too active, for me to nod-off. ‘What time do I need to leave to get to the After-Stroke Physio session?’ ‘Do I walk it there again, it will take two-hours?’ – ‘Should I catch a number 40 bus to town?’ – ‘Ought I to go really early, and go to Tesco to try and get some of the flakey Polish fingers?’ – ‘Do I have the right amount of change for the £2.30 bus fare?’ – ‘Will I get through the Physio session unharmed, and feeling fit enough afterwards?’ – ‘Did I turn off the taps (faucets) in the bathroom?’ Reluctantly, I could not help but get up to check out the wet room…

WD 150.0.0 One of the finest toe-stubbings was suffered en route. And yet, the pain was so minimal, when I thought I ought to be in agony, all I felt was a tiny bit of discomfort. By the time I’d checked the taps and lights had not been left on and was exiting the door – the belated toe agony did come! Humph!

WD 150.0.0 Back in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner, the foot was rested on high on the back of a chair, to ease the now throbbing digit… and Colin Cramps joined in the action!

I could have cried with frustration!

 

Inchcock: Sunday 1st September 2019: Stressful Sunday, angst-ridden. Hey-ho!

2019 Sept 01

2019 Sept 01

Sunday 1st September 2019

Swahili: Jumapili ya 1 Septemba 2019

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WD 250.100.0 03:15hrs. When the brain had gained some equilibrium and logicality, I realised I had been asleep for six, that’s Six Hours! The longest I can remember for years! My first thought was, well I must have needed it! But then I corrected myself – Naughty Inchcock! And simply appreciated getting it for whatever the reason. There you, I can be positive as well as negative, nervous and niggardly. Hehe! No signs of any nocturnal nibbling and the spring water bottle had not even been opened! This should tell me something, but the only message I got from the EQ, was ‘keep calm’ whatever will happen, will. You won’t like it!’ Fine that, even the EQ is toying with me now!

I rose majestically from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables, £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, to have a wee-wee. To find the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to be completely empty and unused! For a moment or two, I thought I might have got the time wrong again, but no, it was right!

WD 250.100.0 I did see that last night’s medications had found their way to the floor next to the Ottoman. And, this may be inconceivable to anyone not understanding neuralgia problems.

WD 250.100.0 AC I then stubbed the right foot’s toes against the doorstop… and felt hardly anything! In fact, the only bit of pain came from the ankle! I tested the finger-ends when I got in the kitchen, and they were in the same resistant to acknowledge any contact with anything substantial or hard. I was almost sure this was what the EQ was warning me of. It wasn’t as it happens, but more about that later. I knew that doing any artwork or typing was going to be a pain in the neck!

WD 250.100.0 I put the kettle on and took the medications along with last nights, avoiding any duplicating. Then visited the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was in the same ilk as yesterday. Sit, push gently, squelch, clean up! The f7Sun01ollowing wee-wee lasted for that long, I got the crossword book in action. An ERLRWS (Extremely-Resistant-Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) fashion. I’m not sure that much escaped, but what drops did, took an inordinately unreasonably long time.

WD 250.100.0 The pins looked like they had been visited in the night by a graffiti artist, or a clandestine tattooist, perhaps! Haha!

I eventually made the brew and got on with the updating of yesterday’s blog. Which was slow, due to the extremities problems, but the graphicalisationing will be a real test. So, on to CorelDrawing to do the page top and Thoughts adding, and making up the templates.

WD 250.100.0 What a farce is was too! I did some templates up in advance, and made more errors and mistakes that I have ever before!

Jane rang when I was in the middle of s7Sun07orting a big problem out. She was terrific about my rushing things along in our nattering session, bless her.

WD 250.100.0 I checked out through the balcony to see what the weather was doing and saw the stepladders, still awaiting my using them to clean the windows. Phwert!

Then it was time to get Josie’s meal prepared. The mashing up of the potatoes with balsamic vinegar, butter, salt and the cheese, was complicated, with the hands and fingers like they are. I lost count of the times I dropped the fork or spoon. But I persisted with it and got them all done eventually. Not moving from the kitchen, to keep an eye on the safety side of things.

WD 250.100.0 I still can’t find the flaming scissors! A few days now. It’s a mystery!

7Sun02WD 250.100.0 I assembled Josie’s plate, and didn’t realise at the time, I had not put her garden peas on the dish. I hate myself sometimes! (I wondered why Josie’s face didn’t brighten up when I handed her the fodder, now!) Grumph!

WD 250.100.0 I went to delivery it, a few minutes earlier than expected, but no answer from Josie. I worried a bit about this.

I made up and took six bags to the waste chute, using only the stick.

WD 250.100.0 Returned and tried Josie again. No reply! I feared the potatoes would be too cold.

I went back, and got my cheesy potatoes in the oven, then tried Josie’s door chimes again. This time she answered. She’s been in the shower. So much for arranging a time each Sunday. She must have forgotten about it, no problem. At least she was not poorly.

WD 250.100.0 Josie asked as I was returning to the flat, “Are they your scissor?” Pointing to the lost snippers, on the electrical cabinet in the flat’s hallway. It all came back to me! When the cover to the three-wheeler dropped off the other day when I was going out. I went back in and got some tape, and used the scissors to cut it and sticking back on the lid! I’d left them on the box. I do feel a fool!

I set about doing this post when I got in. And realised that the wee-wees were far less today? Although the sensitivity in the nerve endings was less severe, it was still taking me far too long to get things done.

7Sun10aWD 250.100.0 AC Then, the smell of burning cheesy potatoes came through to my nasal passages! Panic! Well, I know I like them well browned off. But this was too much for me! Hahaha!

I’ll have to make some chips to have with the nosh later. Fancy me forgetting something! Gobblethumpski! Oy Vey, what a schlemiel!

It’s getting late on now. I did what I could on the updating of this blog. But things were not good…

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The EQ was right, I think. Gave up on the computer.

7Sun34bGot the meal prepped. Not too bad an effort, considering the change of plans from excessively burnt cheesy potatoes, to chips. Hehe!

More than sufficient half-cooked peas, as I ate Josie’s share too. I’m glad I forgot to put them on her platter now. Some of them were rock-hard, other overcooked? I still ate them all, though. Flavour Rating: 6.25!

Did the pots, and settled to watch a Rumpole of the Bailey episode or two on the DVD.

I soon fell asleep.

Inchcockski. Wed 21 Aug 19: A most gratifying and pleasing day. Not constructive or productive, but still!

2019 Aug 21

2019 Aug 21

Wednesday 21st August 2019

Finnish: Keskiviikko 21 Elokuuta 2019

3Wed01ga03:15hrs: I woke to a coll nippiness in the flat. I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grottily beige-coloured, rickety recliner. Caught my balance and checked the balcony doors, thinking they may have been left open, but they were closed. Where to coldness from coming from was a mystery. I went to check that the front door had been shut, and found an invitation to the opening of Winwood Court, from Nottingham City Homes.

No mention of:

  • The Boll-Weevil infestation, the nine-hours power cut from the electricians working on the fire-sprinklers and my losing stuff from the fridge and freezer.
  • The plasterer ruining my then-new carpet, furniture and splashing walls, chairs etcetera.
  • The airway being filled and the filler spilling out down the wall and enveloping the electricity socket, and is now unremovable!
  • The radiator being fitted too close to the cupboards so they could not be opened, being moved, and now my having holes in the floor and wall that need filling and flooring replaced.
  • The new Intercom that cannot be heard when someone calls (this one has affected many other tenants as well).
  • The fire-alarm that cannot be heard.
  • The water leak, and the two repairs, that left me with another leak that soaked and stunk out all my clothes in the airing cupboard to throw away, or those that could be saved by washing them several times.

But, this is not important, all bar one of the above, only affected Inchcock’s Hovel! Humph! Still, kind of them to invite me, a little late, but that’s understandable.

I had a wee-wee in the well-filled overnight GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). A slow-motion USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee.

3Wed01fWD 51.51.153 Off to the kitchen, to make a brew of Glengettie tea, and to take the medications. Some pretty temporary blood papsules had appeared on only the right hand. As I took this picture to show for you, then…

WD 51.51.153a The hand started jumping and shaking! The hypo was alright, that was air-tight wrapped, but the counter, tablets, cupboard, my feet and the floor got a good covering of the hot Glengettie tea! I believe I may have said something along the lines of, “Well, fancy that!” I cleaned up and made another mug. Tsk! Hehe!

WD 51.51.1533Wed01g As I was taking the tablets into the computer/junk room (Hehe!), the flipping arm did one of its rare involuntary ‘Hitler Salutes’!!! The tablet flew off in all directions.

I could not find the beta-blocker one.

Morrison’s order will be arriving between 0:600 > 07:00hrs. I made a start on updating the Tuesday post. But not for long, as I needed to get the ablution sorted so early for the delivery.

WD 51.51.153 This ablutionalisationing session was a tad farcical and at times, a painful one. I started off poorly, with needing to use the Porcelain Throne, and what a change in that department this morning! It was a case of, Sit, Splonk! All done, and a good clean up needed! Judging by the noise and splashing, it was a sizeable evacuation, all over in seconds! Takes that bit of pleasure away, doesn’t it? Hahaha!

WD 51.51.153 Being early-morning, no showering. A stand-up session. The shaving did not produce any cuts or nicks, but the battle not to drop the razors was lost, Gawd knows how many times one of them fell in the sink or on the floor via the porcelain.

WD 51.51.153 The worst part was the battle with the sock-glide afterwards. I trapped a finger; twice! Stubbed the big toe on the leg of the seat riser as I set the glide-up, and clouted the left ankle when using the flaming glide!

3Wed01LA bit of good-luck followed! Oh, yes!

The Morrison chap arrived as I was leaving the wet room. So I saw the new generally disliked intercom light up! Because, had I been in the other room, there was no way that I would have heard the feeble jingle the crap machine produced, with it set in the loudest option! Ideal for old folks residences, innit?

3Wed01mNot a lot of food this week. But I did get two saucepans delivered. One a plain 16mm one at £9, and an anodised one with pourer sides at £17, reduced from £21. I’ll see how these go later. It made the total expenditure £50.49, oh dearie me!

WD 51.51.153 I got started on the Tuesday post. A slow, frustrating time again. The finger ends losing sensations meant lots of correcting, paradiorthosis and editing to be done. Then Mr Steven Fries internet botherations!

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I gave up, and as I went into the kitchen, I took some photos, with the light on in the hallway behind. I toy with them. Making two rather sad editings. The reflection of the doorway, reminded me of the Eiffel Tower a bit?

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I got the handwashing on the dryer. Cleaned the kitchen floor again, I’d not made a good enough job of cleaning up the Glengettie, first time.

3Wed01pThen I had a bit of luck again!

I found the missing Bisoprolol Fumarate 2.5mg tablet. Somehow, it ad managed to travel five feet or so so away from where it was lost by the right arm doing one of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler. (The neuropathic medicine drop kettle dance), as described by Tim Price!

3Wed01JI then took two photographicalisations from the much-disliked new balcony widow.

The first one in Auto mode, the second in ‘P’ mode. Or that might be the other way round? Yes, I think it was. Then again, maybe not!

I still have no idea, other than panorama perhaps, that the ‘P’ selector is supposed to represent. The first shot, does seem to have captured a slightly broader picture, with the zoom unchanged?

Time to gather the needs of the trip out to Arnold on the bus. The three-wheeler, spare carrier bag, bus pass, card, an umbrella just in case, and check things before leaving.

3Wed01QI put the nibble bag in the trolley as well, in case I met any friendly bubala folk on the way out.

Off to the lift, dropping the waste bags down the chute on the way.

When I got back to get the lift, I realised I was not wearing the hearing aids! But decided it was too late for me to go back and get them, for fear of missing the bus. A quick look at the watch showed it was twenty past!

In the lobby, I nipped out the front with the recycling jars, put them in the green bin, and went back inside and walked through the new passage to Winwood Court. I wanted to check to see if the door out from the tunnel into a rest area, was working yet.

As I got to the door, the mechanism was still not working, so no access to sit in the sunshine having a cuppa. Tsk!

WD 51.51.153 It was at this point that I looked at the watch again, to realise it was still twenty-past the hour, but it was 11:20hrs on the watch-face! Ah, the watch battery had died! Good job I was going into Arnold though, I think the Timson shop there sells them. I checked the time on the Mobile Phone, but that battery had also died a death on me! One of those days? Gerumph!

So, there I was, no idea of the time, if I had already missed the bus, should I hurry or not? So, I rushed to the foyer in Winwood Court. Where I potted some residents who catch the bus as a rule, chinwagging, so I wasn’t late for the L9.

3Wed01sI popped in and had a word with Obersturmfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana. Then hobble out and to the bus stop to join a gang of tenants queuing there. A few natters, laughs and moans were shared. The Arnold bound L9 arrived, and I climbed aboard behind the others. Of course, with the trolley, I had no choice other than to sit on a side-saddle seat, they really are uncomfortable, and demand physical dexterity, to avoid being shaken out of them! Huh! Penny stayed on the bus and got off in Arnold as I did.

3Wed03The crossword puzzling did not go well. Due to my having a brain-dead spell and the Schumaker driver’s handling of the bus.

I dropped off in Arnold and hobbled along to the market to get some more garden peas that were so nice when I bought some on Monday. But the market was not one today. So I walked along to the Asda store, noticing some throws at £5 each on the way. I’ll treat myself to one of these when I can carry them home.

Not knowing what time it was, I took my time and meandered around the Asda (Walmart) store at my leisure. Finally arriving at the self-serve check-outs and having purchased: Jelly babies, cooked beetroot, ice lollies, salt and vinegar rice cakes, a lemon cake to treat the Oberstgruppenfhureress, Mini sponge cakes to have some tonight for dessert, fresh pod peas, tomatoes, mushrooms, and wafers for the nibble bag.

3Wed01TI strolled out and saw Penny on her mobile at the bus stop. I enquired what the time was, and we had about fifteen minutes before the bus was due. I told her I was going to Timson’s to see if they had a watch battery, and off I trudged.

I was offered a battery with a one-year guarantee for £10.59, or a lifetime one for £35. I took a one-year one. He fitted it, and I returned to the bus stop and Penny.

As luck (Again!) would have it, the bus was late in arriving. I tried the crosswording again, not much success there. Haha!

Back at the flats, Penny and I walked back through Winwood Court. I dropped the lemon cake off and the Wardens holding-cell, and followed Penny.

3Wed05No throne or wee-weeing required. But I was feeling peckish. So I made up the meal. A can of chilli-con-carne with chips added the garden peas and some BBQ sauce to it and stayed nearby to keep stirring it. I didn’t want to destroy the new £17, reduced from £21 saucepan too quickly. Hehehe!

That new saucepan is a devil to wash! But it did 3Wed05a1clean quickly without any abrasives used.

The sunshine was so strong, and the view outside was beautiful. 

I then settled to eat the feast (Flavour Rating 8/10) and watched a film on DVD. ‘Cop Out’, a comedy with Bruce Willis and Tracy Jamel Morgan, two wayward cops. Brilliantly funny, I thought.

I got the washing up done and soon fell asleep when I got my body in the recliner again. And, when I woke up, there were no eschatological worrying or fretting at all!

I took the evening medications, changed to the TV, the A-Team was on – and I fell asleep again. Grand!

Inchcocksk Today. Thursday 15th August 2019: Flatbound day, messy!

2019 Aug 15

2019 Aug 15

Thursday 15th August 2019

Macedonian: Четврток 15-ти август 2019 година

Menachem Begin was born this day in 1913

00:00hrs. I made a start on this blog. With the EQ telling me that the Stroke Physio leader Jennifer coming to talk, and questionnaire me, was not going to be an enjoyable visit – also, something seriously Whoopsiedangleplopish was on its way, and I would not like it! I had a positive sense of the reliability of both of these EQ warnings! My earlier feelings of a contented blitheness now disintegrated.

Doing this post was far less hassle than doing yesterdays, that I did before midnight. Then again, there were no photographs to go in it yet. The trembling fingers had ceased, and there was no Neuropathic Schuhplattler or stomping from the leg, either! A positive and welcome change!

My newly acquired allotriophagy came to the fore, in my decision to have a piece of pork pie, a tomato, and a mini-bag of Cheese Curls for breakfast!

WDPrightWD 0.51.102 I was well 4Thu07shattered when I got this far and decided to try and get some sleep in to catch up. The previous two-nights have been terribly messy with a total of only about three hours sleep! I put this down to ‘Turmoil of the Mind,’: a disturbed brain that cannot cut-off the echinate waves of worrying, fears, self-loathing, a total lack of confidence… a psychological-mind-block! I just thought I’d mention it! Humph!

I tried to do a panoramic shot with the Nikon camera of the moody looking sky, but I failed on every try. Pee’d-off with myself, I tried one last time, going down instead of across, I got this as a result. But it wasn’t what I was hoping for.

I put the TV on, all rubbish showing, to help me nod off. I was soon in the land-of-nod. I stayed there, blissfully for about four hours. Gratifying it was, and I woke up with a renewed faith. But the EQ warnings were niggling away at the grey-cells! Limiting my enjoyment of the new-found mood of semi-contentment. I got the handwashing on the airer and made a mug of tea.

WD 0.51.102 Oh, bother! As I walked through the door, I felt the water on the soles of my feet! The heart sank! An instant fearful depression came over me, with a touch of self-pity thrown in. I’ve Christened it as Inchies intimate, in-depth ‘Depressionalisational Period!’ Hehe!

As I traced the water flow, the unwanted mind-blast started off:

  • Why am I the only person in the 240 flats, who had an infestation of boll-weevils?
  • Why am I the only tenant out of about 240 flats, to have his electricity cut-off for nine-hours by the Willmott Dixon sub-contractors, by accident? 
  • Why am I the only resident to trip over Malcolm’s outside doormat last month?
  • Why was I the only tenant to get his carpet ruined and plaster left on his furniture, curtains, kitchen tops, and floor, by the Willmott-Dixon sub-contracted plasterer?
  • Why was it only me alone, that had to have his new heater resited so he could open the cupboard doors, and now has holes in the wall and floor that need financial attention to put right? 
  • Why was I the only old chap in the flats, to fall off of the L9 bus while alighting the same?
  • Why am now a World Champion Toe-Stubber?

And the most relevant question, why was I concentrating on long-gone cock-ups and chronic-bad-luck, with the current Whoopsiedangleplop still in need of being investigating? The queriest thing; ‘Am I losing it altogether, here?’ Hehe!

The water I found was not only coming from the twice-this-week repaired cold water tank. But worse, as I was sorting out the mess, I found that the socks and shirts underneath in the airing cupboard had all got soaked through and were musty smelling!

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WD 0.51.102 I made up four bags of musty-foul-smelling clothes from the airing cupboard. The shelf that was alright before the two visits from the plumbers earlier in the week was collapsing now! The bags of previously good socks, jammies and shirts were taken and put down the waste chute!

Standing cold water was cleared from the top half, the floor and the airing cupboard. The wet, but not too smelly socks and jammies, were gathered together and the bath towel added to the rest of the clobber, and I went down to get them in a washing machine, with tons of Wilko Y-Lang freshener crystals. I returned to the flat and was about to carry on with the blog, having set the timer for 30-minutes, when Jennifer from the Community Stroke Team arrived.

WD 0.51.102 An unsettling interview took place, exciting. Many questions answered. Details were given over, personal, medical, and problems being suffered. The EQ kept telling me not to go to the meetings. But, I agreed and thanked Jennifer. I should think about an hour-and-a-half was spent at the session with the lady. She told me the sessions start strictly at 09:30hrs and will last until 12:15hrs, on Tuesday 3rd September, and will be strictly controlled to a routine each week. Welcome, Exercises, Relaxation, Refreshments, Health & Wellbeing topics, and Activities? Rigid rules, I like that!

Shame that I can’t use the bus passThe late finish means nothing else will get done on Tuesdays, now.  She told me to cancel or change all other appointments for Tuesdays. That’ll be exciting – scary too! Haha! I asked her where precisely the meetings were to be held. She said; St Andrews Church and Castlegate Church Hall. Chaucer Street/Goldsmith Street. I’ve written this on the notes I’m leaving. She added I was to look it up on Google!

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WD 0.51.102 I thanked Jennifer, and off she went. When she had gone, I realised the washing was still in the washer! I hobbled down as quick as I could and got it in the dryer. Luckily this inconvenienced no one, Phew!

I checked the water leak, and place paper towels around so that I could see if any more water was escaping. I may have been caused when the repairs were done, as I could not see any more escapages? I got on with updating this post.

I took a couple of shots from the horrendously hard to get at for cleaning, light & view-blocking, new kitchen window. The second one, showing the scene-blocking extra-wide, photographer’s nightmare sticking out ledge.

WD 0.51.102 Argh! An hour or so later, I realised that the clothing was still in the dryer in the laundry room! I fumbled about and got down to the laundry room, expecting that someone would have removed, and rightly too, my clothing from the machine. But it was still in the drum. I removed the things and put them on top of the casing to sort out. I’m getting adept at using the walking stick to retrieve the socks at the back of the dryer. Haha! It took a while to get the socks sorted out into pairs again.

Back up, and got the kettle on, and took a wee-wee of the SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) variety. I was suddenly in quite an intransigent mood, determined to sort out if the water leak needed reporting or not! Blown if I can work it out. But it looks like no extra leaking from last time I checked?

Back to updating this blog, and…

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I went through the rigmarole of off and on again, resetting the crap virgin box. Then saved everything I could, turned everything off, gave it ten-minutes and all back on again. Although very slow, the net came on.

3Wed12aaI did the ablutions. The well-stubbed, unlucky middle toe, was a bit easier pain-wise.

It was the mental side of things I was struggling with today. Hehe!

I felt all unsettled, with the things going as they have been. The lack of and disorganised sleep, the psychological mind blocks, the water leaks, the laundry cock-ups, the uncomfortable interview, Liberty-Global’s lousy service. Plus,  the EQ always being right is annoying and niggling, as well! Humph!

I’m tired again, and its nearly head-down time. With so much not being done as well. I’ll get the nosh sorted and eaten. I’ll probably fall asleep eating it. Grumph!

WD 0.51.102a Getting the nosh prepared, and had a walk onto the balcony, as the sun looked to have come out with a vengeance. But, I was not fooled into using the veranda widows after all, as the wind was howling through the gaps in the panes. I took these shots from the kitchen window instead.

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Oh, the beautiful sky and clouds! A nephologygist (Like wot I am) delight!

I carried on updating for an hour or more. But it was already beyond mu head-down time, and fatigue arrived. I got the nosh prepared.

4Thu11Well, the nosh turned out to be a much better one than of late. McCains overcooked chips (fries), fresh garden peas, ball-bearing textured beetroot, pickled gherkins, apple slices, Gorgeous tomato sandwiches on Milk Roll bread, and Pork Farms (Very fatty) pork pie sliced. Followed with a little pot of Lemon Mousse. Overall, a Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10.

Washed the pots, then did the handwashing. Checked the leaking from the airing cupboard storage tanks again, and no new water found! Fingers crossed.

Then I got my over-bulbous, rachitic body down in the £300, second-hand, sickly beige-coloured, sometimes not working (like now), rickety, c1968, rusty, almost intolerably lumpy, recliner, and immediately started the nod-offs and waking seconds later!

5Fri01I had to get up again an hour or so later, to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), for an unexpected, almost lachrymose wee-wee of the ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) variety. I had a look at the stubbed-toe as I resettled into the unsteady recliner. By gum, it had settled down a lot at last!

Then again, thinking about it, I had not been out for a hobble today, had I? We’ll see how it goes tomorrow when I have a walk to try and get a small saucepan with lid, to replace the one I had incinerated. Mmm!

The nodding-offs and waking minutes later, started again!

Hey-Ho!

 

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

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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 – 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.

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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 Today – Wednesday 3rd July 2019: An exasperating, frazzling, hagriding day. Hey-Ho!

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3Wed01aThursday 3rd July 2019: 0325hrs: Very unfortunate, unwelcome, silly, cataclysmal, detrimental, soul-destroying, pathetic, and typical of old Inchy nowadays. Who, in conjunction with the amazingly unreliable Liberty-Global Virgin Media, and the Peripheral Neuralgia/Axonotmesis ailments, or as the Podiatrists said, too many ‘Issues’, and the photographicaIisationing  handicap: The following updating in the morning, I managed, after hours and hours of work, to lose all the efforts (apart from the first couple of paragraphs) I’d done on this post!

Eventually, I stopped crying and swearing. Then I started again! Grrr! Nash! Sob!

So, I made this up from a few distant memories I could remember, (not many) a few notes I had made, and the recall-prompting photo’s I’d taken.


Wednesday 3rd July 2019

Bulgarian: Сряда, 3 юли 2019

04:00hrs. I woke late, it was light, getting up was a fight. (Free poetry thrown in there, folks, Hehe!) Knocked things off of the Ottoman, as I freed myself from the clutches of the c1968 second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, near-dilapidated, rickety recliner. The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) was utilised, for a messy WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee).

WD 0.0.0. c I had to sprint (Gawd, if ever I’ve used the wrong word, this is it! Hehehe!) to the wet room. As I settled on the Throne, the stick I’d rested against the wall, slipped down and the handle-part landed in my shin and slid down hitting me on toes. But it didn’t register with me entirely at the time. Cause the evacuation needed all my attention. Most reluctant again. Plenty of bleeding after it eventually got released, with a kerplonk! Much cleaning to be done. Thinking about it, I must have one of the most stubbed, trodden-on and ugly, big toes in England? Haha!

3Wed01cVague.

The Morrison order arrived. A big one as well!

The chap had got in without ringing the intercom, so someone had let him in again. The NCH management has left posters and sent letters to each flat asking us not to admit anyone, but let the caller use the communication device and whoever they are 3Wed01dvisiting for any reason, can let them in.  But with the man having on his uniform and the groceries with him, as with seeing a nurse, it is hard not to admit them. A problem this, cause one day someone is going to come in wearing a uniform of sorts and will be let in!

Well, this big lot means I will not need another delivery for next week. My having an order every two weeks, is working out well. As long as I can get out for bread, milk and fresh stuff in between. I’m not doing too bad at all, under the circumstances (The ailments). Ah, no, the ‘Too many Issues’ It sounds a lot posher! Hehe!

3Wed01hI spent many hours on CorelDraw doing graphics for later use on the blogs. Far too long! With the speed of typing and doing the artwork being handicapped by ‘Too many Issues’ and all the correcting work needed, it is hard work and time-consuming!

The meal was a bit special. A Flavour-Rating of a mammoth 9/10 was given for it. The mushrooms, done with Balsamic vinegar, the 3Wed01ipeas, the tomatoes were all great tasting. Yet the ham off-cuts and milk bread sarnies were the best of the lot. Gorgeous!

Settled down with a Rumpole of the Bailey to watch on TV. I took this photograph of the pins while sat sitting there.

WD 0.0.0. c The leg ulcer is trying to return again, I think. Some new blotches appearing on the ankle. But it seems to change each day, recently. Keeps the Hypochondriasis side going. Munchausen’s syndrome, I do not need. Hahaha! 

TTFNski.

Inchcock – Wed 12th Dec 2018: Nocturnal Nibbling Guilt. Wiring work was done. Graphics created. Dizzy Dennis caused me a tumble

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Wednesday 12th December 2018

Vietnamese: Thứ Tư ngày 12 tháng 12 năm 2018

WD 51.0.0 023:00hrs: I woke up, bestraddled over, around and hanging half-off-on of the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner. With conscience-wracking, incriminating, nocturnal nibbling evidence all around me! I’d been at some jelly-babies, the proof being is as I found one in the fold of my stomach as I first attempted to move. This sweet was partially covered in crumbs that looked suspiciously like being from salted biscuit thins to me.

I painfully recovered my wandered-off of its own accord left leg from where it was hanging over the recliner arm and dangling above the division of the easy-chair. This is not the most puzzling part though; How the hell did I physically get the limb into that position in the first place? That is the real mystery!

The next dilemma came, when, as I attempted to rise up out of the recliner, I found that I had one slipper on, which of course would not be on while I got my head down. Why?

My spotting the Scottish Shorties biscuit crumbs on the recliner and carpet did not surprise me, not after my earlier discoveries. What a Zhlub! I had a cleaning up session, but managed without any toe-stubbings, losing, dropping banging into anything. Luckily, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were being kind to me and leaving me alone so far.

I got the medications taken and did the Health Checks.

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Sys was higher, and the Dia went down? I’m not sure if this is bad or not, but it didn’t seem right to me? For some reason, despite my naughtiness in the nocturnalness, the weight had gone down the tiniest bit. I wondered if I had been noctambulations last night? I cannot remember eating or moving about, or any somnambulism.

3Wed01aAh, it isn’t raining this morning either.

I took this picture from the unwanted new kitchen with the light, and view-blocking thick plastic frames and more glass to clean than before and rain dribbles in when you open them, window.

As I got the computer on to update the Tuesday post, guess what happened… a shock I know. (Sarcastic Mode Adopted!)

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This wee’d me off.

3Wed03So I went and made a brew and got the mushrooms with some sliced turnips in the crock-pot on a low setting. I added just a drop of balsamic vinegar, light soy sauce and a dash of lemon juice. I hope to be able to eat whatever it is I end up cooking with the meal. The last two meals, I threw more away than I ate. Could this be a cause of my nocturnal nibbling? (Note the search for an excuse or justification there? Hehe!)

The Virgin Media was still playing up, so I responded to my early-warnings and went off to utilize the Porcelain Throne. By gum, that was a good session, almost like a normal one, I almost enjoyed it!

Back to the computer and finished off the updating and got it sent off to WordPress. Liberty Global-Virgin Media Internet was no longer cutting out, but it was going a tad slow.

I went on the WP Reader and replied and made some comments on others blogs.

On to the TFZer Facebook.

Then to get some page top headers for the Inchcock Today’s sorted. I’ve only got two left to use.

WD 51.0.0 Popped into the kitchen found I had left the hot tap (faucet) running. Without hot water now for around eight-hours! Grumph and Oy Vey!

I got a few graphics done, but need many more before I can make a start on the drafts.

Doing reasonably well now… Hello, the doorbell chimeth.

It’s the bloke to do the drilling setting and prep work for the new Intercom set-up. So much for asking for my choice of 08:00 to 10:00hrs for the job to be done (1245hrs  now). He’s got to keep the door open while he does it. Blooming cold with the wind coming in. Hey-ho, its got to be done.

I did an Asda (Walmart) order for tomorrow. Last few pressies of the consumable kind, some mini wines for Si… I’d better not say, they might read this. Hehe! Vinegar, veg, fruit and some cream cakes as extra treats for the gals.

He’s started now with his drilling. Nice chap.

I checked the seasoned mushrooms and turnips, they are looking good. But with having to wait until the gentleman finished his tasks until I can eat and then get my head down, a little later than usual.

Back to getting the graphics done on CorelDraw and Paint.

Enough, I’m worn out now, poor old thing.

Got the nosh sorted. 3Wed05

Texas BBQ sausages, mushrooms turnips, and tomatoes.

I managed to eat nearly all of it tonight. So I hope this shows the return on my appetite! Poetry was sneaking in there, I see! Hehe!

The chap finished his work and shot off to do another flat. I took these photographicalisations of the work done in the corridor.

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I think the cabling will be covered mayhaps by the coving will eventually go along the ceiling -wall corners to hide the Fire Sprinklers later in the new year.

Got the pots washed.

WPA02 While doing them, Dizzy Dennis attacked – and oh boy, it was a nasty one that left me on the floor. This rarely happens, in fact, it’s many months since this happened. I cannot recall falling over at all, just being there and trying to get back up.

On the bright side, apart from a little bump on the head, I was feeling okay almost immediately I came round out of the confusion. I later found a bruise on the elbow, but it wasn’t a painful one. Best of all, with the blood being so thin at the moment, I did not cut myself anywhere. A silver-lining in everything if you search long enough.

Being the hard, battling, robust and resilient chap I am, this incident did not bother me in the slightest. Fib-telling Mode Adopted! Hehe!

The hot water was back on now, but it was too late for me to have an ablutions session, I felt so tired-out.

When I got settled into the £300 second-hand 1982 model rachitic, rattletrap recliner, Dizzy Dennis visited again. No chance of me falling over this time, Hehe! Mind you, I could have fallen out of or off of the £300 second-hand 1982 model rachitic, rattletrap recliner. Haha! But didn’t, and Dennis’s attack was only a mild one this time.

AS I sat there considering if I ought to watch a DVD, the TV or read a book… Zzz!

Inchcock – Saturday 20th October 2018: Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet connection failings ruined the day for me! Humph!

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Saturday 20th October 2018

Croatian: Subota, 20 Listopada 2018

0025hrs: I came to semi-life, the first thing I noticed was the empty plate on the meal tray on the next chair. So empty, it looked like I’d licked it clean. Hehe!

The mind wandered, Gaynor, what day was it, why am I half-in, half-out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Are Jenny and Frank having a good time on their holiday. Harold’s Haemorrhoids felt so much better.  Did I take last night’s medications?

I’d been having some nocturnal phantasms, but I could remember nothing about them.

There were no signs of my having been nocturnally nibbling! Smug-Mode Adopted!

I lurched slowly, and while spending a fair amount of time extracting myself from the recliner, I decided to do an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles reconnaissance patrol.

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WD 29.29.255 I found some live and active bigger weevils that had got into the bag where I keep the mallard and pigeon food in the spare room. Dang things! I cleaned out the carrier and washed it. Plenty of Raid spray applied. Also found some dead ones in the wet room and kitchen.

Got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Dia 165 – Sys 88 – Puls 89 – Temperature 32.1 and Weight 15.33.

Off to the wet room for evacuational procedures to be carried out on the Throne. This was a good session again. The tiniest bit of bleeding, that was all.

WD 29.29.255 Got the computer on, and after a few minutes, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down.

6Sat01

While it was down, I thought I’d do up the INR and Health Check record on Excel. But, the file had disappeared again!

The internet came back on an hour or so later, so I got on with updating yesterday’s diary. With all the events of very hectic but enjoyable happenings and photographs from Friday, this took me over seven hours! Good job I’ve got nowt on today!

WD 29.29.255 Just as I managed to get it sent off – The Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down once again! Grrr!

6Sat01

I started to use MS Word to start this blog going. Of course, being a Microsoft programme, it might also disappear into the ether never to be seen again!

Another hour or so later, after turning everything off and restarting, I tried the $111.9 million salaried Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, again. Ah, it’s back on! Perhaps I should make a collection amongst the other poor fools in the block, who have Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet… by way of thanking him, like? Hehehe!

I went on to Facebook to get updated with the photographs in case of Mr Fries internet goes down again. Which it did three hours later.

6Sat01

Got some Facebooking done before it went off, though.

Moved onto CorelDraw to do some fun graphics.

Damned internet packed up again!

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6Sat24Got the nosh sorted.

Not too bad, but certainly not one of the bestest. The ham was bland tasting, the potatoes were the same.

Everything else was fine.

Flavour Rating of only 602/10!

Fell asleep so early again! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sun 16 Sept 2018: Anticlimaxical, bubble-bursting sort of day.

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Sunday 16th September 2018

 Japanese: 2018年9月16日日曜日

00210hrs: I stirred into a poor imitation of life. The brain was entirely concentrating on what bits it could recall from the irrationally incongruous, and ever-so-slightly disturbing dream I’d had earlier. I also found some written scribble on the £300 second-hand past-its-best Recliner Ottoman about my nocturnal phantasma.

This affected me so much, I later made a graphic to picture the image I had in my brain loosely. In the dream, I threw myself off of a roof, down onto the brick paved road below. There seemed to be no emotions lurking in my brain, just a determination. Every time I nearly hit the tiles below, I found myself back up on the same roof again? This happened several times, and two blokes even came up and threw themselves off to show me how to do it? (No idea who they were) I kept trying without success. I can’t recall how the dream ended. I do have a vague, cryptic vision lingering, of me in a tent in a field, and frying eggs, though. Oh, and I was younger and thinner in the Nocturnal reverie than I am now? 

7Sun07

Quite suddenly, it dawned on me that I had got a cracking headache. This prompted me to remove my bulbously flabby torso, with its now skinny legs and arms, due to the water retentions seemingly no longer interested from the recliner and go into the kitchen and the medicine drawer to add a painkiller to the mornings’ medications doses.

7Sun05

Carried out the Health Checks. The Sys and Dia were both higher again today! In the event that I should explode anytime now. I’d appreciate it if someone could ask the funeral parlour if they would run-over any Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists they see on the way to the crematorium for me. Consideration for their efforts is to be found stuffed up the chimney in the flat. Be nice that. I could go happily then. Hahaha!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. A half-and-half evacuation session this time. So, I got some reading done.

I spotted some baby Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles on the wet room floor and collected them, again about 50% of them were dead. I carried on with the attack and checked out the spare room and the kitchen.

Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles Prisoners Taken.

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Whoopsies I got the computer on to update yesterdays post, a big job with all the hobbling photographicalisaitons needing to be sorted out first. Oh, Boy was the internet slow or what!

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Took me hours and hours to get it finished and posted off. Grumph!

7Sun07aI went on the WordPress Reader, some good stuff on there this morning.

I did the midday Health Checks a little early, to see if the Sys and Dia had come down a bit.

They had gone down, but not by much. Still, not a bad sign.

Then I did the weeks medication pots.

I went back on the computer and got carried away adding some words to the Personal Dictionary. More time lost.

I went onto Facebook to top up the photo albums! For a moment I thought that Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet was going a bit faster… but no, just figment of my imagination.

I did an Iceland food order for delivery next Thursday.

Been up a long time now, I decided to get the nosh done early, and just watch some New Tricks episodes on the DVD, then the telly for some exciting looking programmes that should suit me down to the ground.

On BBC 2: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, I’ve seen this one yet. Followed by the Dragons Den, and then on channel 14, a programme revealing the air-tapes during the 9/11 attack. Not sure how long I’ll stay awake though. Hehe!

7Sun38Got the nosh served up.

Cumberland pie with a lot of extra-strong cheese on top, tomatoes, gherkins, beef pastie, mushrooms, rice sticks, apple and potato farls.

Two soft pastry lemon cream square cakes to follow.

Whoopsies I had just got settled and had taken a mouthfull of the fodder, and the landline rang!

It was Brother-in-law Pete. When I told him I had just got down to eat my meal; He laughed… a little like Vincent Price used to do in his ‘Theatre of Blood’ horror film. Hehehe! We chatted a bit while my meal got cold for the second day in a row. He told me to buy a microwave so I can rewarm meals gone cold. I told him I had no room for a microwave in my tiny kitchen, and he agreed, then suggested I was a bit of an idiot who couldn’t cope with anything practical. He was right, of course! Hehe!

Whoopsies As for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, I still haven’t seen this one yet. I nodded off. With the film being on the BBC, I can’t blame the adverts this time.

Humph!