Inchcock Today – Friday 25th October 2019:

2019 sOct 25

2019 sOct 25

Friday 25th October 2019

Javanese: Jumuah 25 Oktober 2019

Oct 25

WD 0.0.50 02:25hrs: I woke, and again, in the blink of an eye, I was in need of the Porcelain Throne. Getting to be a habit this is. I reckon it must be the fourth morning in a row now! The task of going through the series of After-Stroke physio moves as recommended, well, more like commanded or demanded, had to be abandoned.

I tackled the sometimes laborious and painful job of getting my chunky-but-wobbly body out of the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £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. Out of interest, I think he has since made and is operating a drone, to spy on me!

I seem to be getting the hang of this four-pronged walker now, I got to the wet room without any walking into anything, tripping myself up, or knocking owt down or over! Smug-Cocksure-Mode-Adopted. (Albeit, only momentarily).

The evacuation was quick, I had no control over this, it did it of its own accord. But, the mess it sprayed and left all over, left, took some cleaning up. Ah, well! Washed the dandies and wiped the contact points with antiseptic disinfectant.

To the kitchen, used the prongs to stand the stick upright, while I took the medications, moved the handwashing to the drier, and made a brew of tea.

6Sat05aWD 0.0.50A Walking into the stick and knocking it over, was painless… Hitting my knuckles on the tabletop counter, it should have hurt me, but didn’t at all! With the right-hand side nerves not getting messages to the brain with the Peripheral Neuralgia, this is one time I was happy to have the affliction. Hehe! The nerves-ends must have been having one of their on-strike moments when I clouted my hand! Which of course meant, when they came back on-line so to speak, I got a shocking pain and wondered what the hell it was, then realised.

I took a picture of the morning view from the unwanted, cumbersome, heavy, dangerous, 5Fri02thick-framed, uncleanable, light & view-blocking new kitchen window. It came out not too bad, I had changed back to using the Nikon camera. I’d forgotten how to change it to Night-View.  Shlimazel! Sad it is!

5Fri01WD 0.0.50 I went to fetch the till receipt from yesterday, to help me remember things for the diary updating, from the trolley-guide bag. Oops! I’d left some stuff in the bag overnight. These are the three diaries, and two boxes of chocs left to give out, the sherberts saucers, toothpaste and can of beef I’d bought from the Poundland store.

I was so determined to get on with the updating of the Thursday blog, but several things hog-tied my hopes. The hands and fingertip nerves were not in full-time use this morning, the droning whining noise that permeates all around the building was getting on my nipples, destroying any concentration, and mind was continually going blank on me, so many words I had to look up, just escaped my grey-cells! Then, the worst, but not least expected…Virgin (4b)

So, I made a written list of things to get from Morrison’s, when Mr Fries company kindly got back going, I made up an order and sent it off. I’m really weed-off. It took me until gone 7:30hrs before I got the post finished. Globangrations!

Virgin (4b)

Sodditt Down again! Going to go out!

5Fri007I got ready, and in a slightly pee’d-off mood, I set out into the rain I (again), out and along Chestnut Walk outside the flats.

The vehicles were still parked around the bus-turning island. Humph!

5Fri007cThere were car parking spaces free, but then they may not have been when the thoughtless but desperate folks parked naughtily. They may have not had any option but to park causing an impediment to the bus drivers?

It’s not going to be easily solved.

5Fri08I got to the bus stop, one chap already there in the shelter. We were soon joined by others, and a little chinwag was enjoyed. The winter leaves were falling as well as the rain. The trolley wheels will get stuck up with leaves and roadside detritus, and need cleaning-up before getting back to the flats, methinks.

2Tue10WD 0.0.50 A bit of flooding on Chestnut Walk.

As the wind blew the rain into the bus stop, the City-bound bus arrived and departed. Moments later, the Bestwood L9 came, and I ensconced my self in the corner side-saddle seat. There were many shopping trolleys and walker-guides already on the bus, and more joined them when the tenants boarded the bus. Until we got to Sherwood, when many alighted, it was a bit of a struggle to get settled comfortably. I had a natter with some other passengers, but they were too far away from me to follow the conversation correctly, but the odd smile and bursts of laughter were appreciated, cheered me up a tad.

When we got in Arnold, a complete stranger to me lady, helped me off of the bus, when she saw my arm and leg shaking. I tried to thank her, but she shot off when we got down onto the pavement. I crossed the road and went into the Wilko store, in search of their chocolate-covered peanuts. I got to the shelves where they were stored, but could not find any on show. However, I did invest in some yoghourt covered nuts, chocolate-covered brazil nuts, plain walnut-halves and a bottle of the Wilko Liquid Soapflakes. Oh, and the nuts were in recyclable packets, too!

WD 0.0.50 Near the checkouts, I dropped some bags of peanuts, and as I was struggling to retrieve them, and the same kind lady from the bus earlier appeared from nowhere, and picked them up for me! To the checkout and paid the £7.33 bill, and the shaking started as I was putting the purchases in the trolley bag and lost some packets, the till lady came around and picked up the dropped packets, and loaded the trolly-bag as well, for me! 

I seem to be coming across some kind Nottinghamian’s this week, bless them, thank you all! ♥

WD 0.0.50 Out into the rain, and I hobbled, avoiding the deep puddles, to the Boyds Store in search of some Magnesium tablets, but they didn’t have any on sale today. So I limped down to the Saver Shop, and they didn’t have any in, either. Humph!

I called into the Iceland store. I came out with a frozen Sausage & Bean Casserole ready-meal. Yoghourt peanuts and some Sherbert saucers. Paid-up, and made ‘my getting wetter by the minute’ way, to the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I got carried away again, buying fodder! I got to the self-serve checkouts with: Handwash liquid, fresh tomatoes, lemon yoghourts, Cox’s apples, a milk roll loaf, fresh mushrooms and a packet of Wholemeal slice in half cobs, that were really soft and fresh, to give to Mary when I call to see her at her flat on the way home. I’ve not seen her lately, hope she’s okay. If I cannot get to see her, I’ll ask about her welfare at the Warden’s Holding-Cell office.

5Fri09I paid the demands of the machine, (£7.84) and somehow got everything in the trolley-bag and carrier.

As I was leaving the store, I got involved in a rare Pedestrian Jam, as opposed to a Traffic one! Hehehe!

5Fri10I hobbled along, doing my best to control the trolley-walker, as it leant one way then the other, always threatening to topple over, on the hill up to High Street shelter, to await the arrival of the L9 bus.

WD 0.0.50 The bus-shelter was cram-packed with Nottinghamian’s all trying to get out of the rain. They did not appreciate me inching my way in to join them, and seemed disgusted with the trolley-guide as they were forced to make way for me. Humph’s and Tuts were heard! Hehe! After several buses arrived, the mob thinned out, though.

I did notice that Asda had added a giant poster to their self-service petrol station wall.

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I took the photo of it, then a zoomed-in shot to see what it was they were displaying. A perfect idea that; why not a poster showing alcoholic Special-Offers at a petrol station! I thought this a bit naughty.

WD 0.0.50 The L9 came, and I struggled to get on the bus, with the Peripheral Neuralgia inspired right leg, kicked-off on one its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. Talk about bad timing! The driver gave me look that said; “Bloody hell, another idiot!” After I’d settled in the end side-saddle seat, where more support is available, the leg gave-up dancing. When we got two stops, further along, Mary got on the bus! Another friendly set of passengers and a half-followed conversation and giggle ensued en route to Daybrook. Next stop, the lady who assisted me off the bus, and saved the day in Wilko’s got on, and the laughter increased. Most folks got off in Daybrook, and Mary and I had a chucklesome waffle, but I’m not sure if either of us heard the slightly hudibrastic things that the other was saying correctly or not. Haha!

WD 0.0.50 But I had an attack of cramps en route!

We arrived back at the flats, as the rain was easing off at last. I remembered to give Mary the wholemeal cobs (Nearly forgot to, though!), and we walked back to Woodthorpe Court, parting in the lift as she got off on the first floor as we said our farewells.

WD 0.0.50 I went up to the twelfth and got in making for the WC, and had a CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) wee-wee. Blimey, it came out with a belated vengeance! I had to wipe-up the splashback areas, including myself!

5Fri12I made up a sort of pot-luck, Heath Robinson affair of a stew. A can of stewed steak, added mushrooms, tomatoes and black bean sauce. Left it simmering for ages, but remembering to stir it regularly. Stripped off and got into the fresh jammies, and got the handwashing soaking in the bowl in the sink while the fodder cooked.

I had a taste of the stew when pouring it into the dish, and it was a winner flavour-wise! I 5Fri14had an apple and a lemon yoghourt for afters. I took a can of Diet sugar-free Pepsi to guzzle afterwards. My Taste-Rating was 8.8/10, Cowabunga! The light lemon yoghourt was excellent!

After feasting, and having some Milk Roll bread with the meal, I decided to get the handwashing rinsed and on the hangers or airers to start drying. They might be dry enough to wear by about February. He-he!

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5Fri15The heat from the airers helps warm the place up a bit.

I got the pots washed. Then took a completely different to the last one, LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee, and got settled in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, recliner, and turned on the TV. Which turned-out to be a waste of time! I repeatedly nodded-off and woke again… I think I did stay awake long enough to watch the first half of the Kitchen from Hell episode but drifted off properly then.

Not that I stayed awake, although I can’t remember doing it, there were signs of nocturnal nibbling found in the morning. Lamentable Lad that I am!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th September 2019: Oh, to be in the arms of sweet Morpheus… but no, I am denied! Humph!

2019 Sept 26

2019 Sept 26

Thursday 26th September 2019

Luxembourgish: Donneschdeg 26 September 2019

4Thu001

03:55hrs: Woke up, and almost like a robot, out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rusty, not-working-again-today thanks to Brother-in-Law Pete damaging it, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), recliner. Had a wee-wee, but could not find the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), I don’t know why, but I could not find it at all! Nae bothers to me, I seemed to be in a very laid back state? I poddled to the wet-room, and needn’t have worried more about what came out, or instead didn’t. It was of a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.

To the kitchen and moved the hand-washed last night, long-sleeved shirt onto the airer. Then I took my medications. Made a brew. And got the computer booted up. All these actions were done in a very matter-of-fact way, and no thought-storms or worries bothered me! Somehow this made me worry.

I did the updating of the Wednesday post. So quickly, I kept thinking I must have missed something, surely. Maybe I did, but haven’t worked out what it is yet? Odds are this is what happened. Haha!4Thu02

When I made a mug of tea. It had got light, and I drew back the curtains.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I moved the stepladders back inside from the balcony. Because opening the curtains, more of the hooks fell off the top rail. Oy Vey! It took me ages and many brave actions up on the step-ladder to get the hooks put back on the rail. But still no hassle or bother to me. (Have I been taking something I ought not to have taken?) My unflustered, unworried, unnatural mood continues!

WDPleft02WD 100.20.0 4Thu05Then to my amazement and flabergastation, I noticed that the newly made-up three-wheel-guide that I’d left out there yesterday with the stepladders, had moved to the right end of the balcony! Tight up against the right side? Is this possible? I thought? Then the worrying, fretting, nervousness, and the uncomfortable neurasthenia kicked-off. (It had to come!) I pondered on what could have caused this. Ghosts, Aliens, or giant Boll-Weevils? Hehe! Then, I remembered the falling bit of concrete or cement that I spotted on the balcony yesterday!

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The joke I put in yesterdays dairy about the crumbling balcony, isn’t so funny now. Hahaha!

The whining and droning noises were still all around. But, someone starting the drilling and banging (Fire Sprinkler fitting?) in the flat nearby, took off the hassle of the ever-present humming noise.

4Thu04I got the ablutions sorted next. With stunning results… are you ready? Here goes; Only two dropsies! The battle with the sock glide was won, without pain or injury! And, the sink water was flowing away much easier! The pins I thought were looking a bit betterer today, too! Smug Mode Engaged! Jim-dandy!

The delightfully appealing Phlebotomy Nurse arrived and soon had me sorted out, and the blood was taken. (And cheered up a little, her attendance always cheers me up, even when she tells me off. Hehe!) I was too late to catch the 09:30 bus to town. So, I titivated around a bit. Then got some computer checking on the updates done and corrected, computer off, and readied the things for the outing to the City Centre. I think a World Market is on in Nottingham’s Slab Square; I might get around it and take some photographicalisations.

I set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute, the knees giving me agony, (Two 19-hour plus days and not getting out, has annoyed the knees. Hahaha!), down in the lift, and along the link-passage into Winwood Court, and to the Obersturmfhuress’s and Catwalk Models Wardens Julie and Deana’s interrogation and holding cells office, where Julie was with a gang of builders. I just walked into the middle of the huddle and disturbed them, handing out the nibble bag. Then, out to the bus stop on Chestnut Way.

A super chinwagging session, with a lot of laughter, sarcasm and mild insults flowing to and fro. Great fun! The L9 to town arrived first, and I mounted with some other tenants and got the crossword book out en route.

4Thu07aI got off at the terminus on Queen Street, and poddled down to the Slab Square and Council House. There was a ‘Spend Your Money’ market on. Foreign foods, knick-knackery stalls, etcetera available for me to wander through taking photographs, later on, after the urgent job of overspending on things unneeded at the 4Thu07Poundland shop, which I visited first thing.

I noticed a Your Bus pulling out, bound for a roundabout route to Derby. I felt a little sad, that I have not been to Derby on that bus, since having the stroke, and determined to try and get out again sometime.

In the Poundland Store, I did the usual buying too much. I arrived at the self-serve tills with a right load. Pork Farms pork pie (2), More drain unblocker, bleach, Gold bars, Poptastic crisps for the nibble bag, Dettol disinfectant, Almonds and Cashew nuts as a self-treat, and a BLT ready-made sandwich. Enough to have to use the heavy-duty carrier and fill the trolley bag.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I paid up, and as I was leaving the store, Dizzy Dennis attacked, and I had to stop for ten-minutes to regain my equilibrium. I was left feeling so weary and tired afterwards, it bothered me. So, against the wishes of my RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees, I foolishly had a sit down on one of the benches outside for a short time. Oh, getting up again was a heck of bother and discomfort, Tsk!

4Thu06But up I did get, and painfully moved over to South Parade and into the Slab Square for a photograph session.

Walking was not easy, RIA and a few more mini-dizzies saw to that for me. Humph, and thanks for that!

I made my way into the Market Place, and nervously got hobbling along the lines of stalls to see what was on offer.  Various take-way food stalls, finnimbrun, Wine stalls, foreign beers stalls, and the regular alcohol stand for Nottingham’s bibacious addicts:

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4Thu13This Police Car and another one, were patrolling through the crowds all the time I was there?

I wish I knew why. Terrorists? Escaped prisoners? Meal selecting officers? It must be important to let two vehicles and four officers out knocking over shoppers, surely? Hehe!

1Mon02 - CopyI later had a look to see if I could find any reason on the web.

I couldn’t but did find this snippet: Old Market ‘Scare’ (instead of Square) will be returning to Nottingham as Slab Square’s next big event – and there’s going to be a terrifying new attraction. Halloween?

4Thu14I had a walk around the outside of the Council House and took this snap from High Street up towards Upper Parliament Street, though Clumber Street. Showing the gay, abandoned, merry, happy smiles of my fellow Nottinghamian’s as they go from shop to shop on their shoplifting and benefit claiming outings. Hehe! Sorry, I couldn’t resist it!

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I limped down Long Row, up Queen Street, and to the L9 bus stop. I started to fade, flaked-out, succumbed to the sudden fatigue, while waiting for the bus. No more dizzies, though, just weltschmerz, all-in, and unbelievably exhausted! Concentration dissipated, interest flagged, and nothing mattered more than my desire for sleep. So much so, that on the bus home, I fell asleep several times, and was lucky enough to wake up at Winwood Heights bus stop, as it went around the island and I nearly fell off of the precarious side-saddle seat! Else I may well have missed it, and ended up in Bestwood! Still, I could have swiped my pass again and stayed on for the return journey. But, would I have fallen asleep again and ended up back in town. Hehehe! Oh dear! Tsk!

4Thu15I can’t really recall getting from the bus to the flat.

I took the medications. Handwashing was ignored. Got the meal ready, an all-cold affair, I dare not have risked any cooking, and falling asleep again!

I think I enjoyed the meal, though. Found a scribbled FR 8/10 on the notepad later. I assume it was for Flavour-Rating 8/10.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 Then, the phone rang out. It was Tamsin from the Falls Team. She had arranged for a chap to call on me, regarding the wheeler guide and they may have one to swap the current one with, that might be of a more stable- design for me. Initially, the date given me for the gentleman to visit me, was next Thursday, but not until 15:00hrs. I explained about this being a little late in the day for me, and she kindly looked up the next free date and booked it in when I agreed and thanked her graciously. This would be for Friday 11th October, at 09:30hrs. I wrote it down on the pad, to remind me to add it to the calendar in the morning. How kind of Tasmin! 

I managed to get the washing up done.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 Then just as got down in the grotty recliner. The landline rang and flashed again! I struggled up and got to the phone in time before it stopped. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the INR results and new dosages for me.  Mon 2, every other day 1½. (So, the dubious-looking to me pill-splitter should get some use this week, Hehe!) The next date for an INR Warfarin blood test will be for 3rd October, and she will inform the Phlebotomy HQ for me. I thanked her, and considered suicide… but decided instead to try and get some sleep…Please! Hahaha! I added the date and time to the list on the notepad.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I got down again, in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was stealing my valuables when I was in hospital, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not tonight recliner, I nodded off within a few minutes. But soon woke with a jump. Wondering what day it was, where I was, who I was, and why! Unfortunately, this repeated itself, many times, and getting to sleep proper, took me hours. So much for catching up on my sleep, then. Grumble-Sodit-Blast!

A most irritating feeling of ‘Feduppedness’ festered!

Tsk!

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

2019 Sept 25

2019 Sept 25

Wednesday 25th September 2019

Filipino: Miyerkules Ika-25 ng Setyembre 2019

3Wed001

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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3Wed01pThe Morrison delivery arrived at 06:55hrs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back to the graphicationalisationing… Huh!

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

3Wed12bComputer off. Black bags. Wee-wee.

Amazon check. Getting closer!

Amazon arrived!

I must get some sleep.

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

The computer still very slow, I gave up again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shattered!

 

 

 

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!

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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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2019 July 13

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!

2019 July 02

2019 July 03

WD 0.0.0. c

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.