Inchcock – Sat 16 Feb 2019: A daunting, discouraging, and enfeebling day! Humph!

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2019 Feb 16

Saturday 16th February 2019

Swedish: Lördag 16 februari 2019

02:00hrs. When I woke up, it became apparent that I had either died or was still asleep! For there was no throbbing from the leg wound, and Duodenal Donald, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur sure, and Anne Gyna pains were all absent! Almost instantly on this realisation, the desperate need for a wee-wee arrived.

Then things got back to normal. As I started to choreograph my tactics to free myself from the delightfully snug environment of the £300 second-hand circa 1968 dilapidated, ramshackle rusty recliner, the pains returned, the moment I moved my first limb, in this order; Kidney Ache Kevin, the ankle wound stinging and throbbing, then Anne Gyna kicked at me.

Attempting to stand up, the left foot heel pains, Arthur Itis’s ridden knees, and Duodenal Donald joined in with the unpleasant actions from the other ailments. This habituated things back to normal, and I was sure now that I had indeed not died, nor was I asleep dreaming. In fact, I was getting a touch nervous about the lack of pains.

But there was no time to ponder over the situation, as the demand for the wee-wee was growing in severity. Luckily, the disinfected Emergency Grey Bin was only a few feet away, and this was a good job too!

WD 0.0.30A I tore the jammie cord from its stitching as I hastened to get things in position for the urinational duties! But still failed to avoid some overspill! I removed the jammie-bottoms and put them in soak with liquid-soap-flakes and Dettol disinfectant. This first release of the day was of the fierce LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) class. All following wee-wees were of the lesser harmful SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees)

I mused a moment: Surely I must be due a betterer day soon, I pondered. Then I burst silently into singing ♫ Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside, oh, I do like to be… ♫ Why? I’m not certain. Mental derangement, insaneness, dementia, lunacy, asininity, stupidity, old age, drug-induced dottiness and delirium, delusion, illusion or psychosis? Who knows. But, I am sure that the good days of having a short-term memory and a degree of logicality and decision-making abilities are now irredivivous. Tsk!

I got the kettle on, and once again, as I did so, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Another Trotsky Terence like-evacuation. Leaving a possibly even more gross after-aroma than usual behind.

I got the Health Checks, and medicationalisationing was done.

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6Sat08The readings looked okay to me.

Gobbled the tablets and medicines, and then had another SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wee).

I set up the computer ready to start the updating of yesterdays blog, and the oddest of sounds were heard. Rather like wind coming from a released balloon? I had a look around 6Sat06everywhere, but could not find the reason nor source of the sound.

I even got the stepladder and had a look outside.

The sky looked so different from all the clouds up there, so I took this photographicalisation of it. I can use it a backdrop for a Thoughts graphic later, perhaps.

6Sat03I had a check of the pins while I was in the well-lit kitchen.

The wound was itching away again, but no pain, unless I scratched at it or banged it against something. Although, the feeling like there were worms under the skin was annoying and the devil’s own job to resist scratching at it!

Back to the computer and eventually got the blog finished and posted off. Then went on the WordPress reader. Then onto to TFZer Facebook site.

Made a start on this post up to here, and got some brekkers.

Made up one diary page topper on CorelDraw.

6Sat30WD 0.0.30A I took off the plaster from the wound as instructed to by Obergruppenführeress Nurse Ann. There were new growths beginning to come now, as whatever infection the wound is on the lower-leg, makes its way creeping all around the leg now. Tsk!

Had a right dizzy turn, so I turned off the computer and just sat down with my leg up. I fell asleep.

WD 0.0.30A Not so good, now. Although the wee-wees were getting fewer and further between, I was in a pickle with the Dizzies coming regularly, even if for only a few seconds at a time. Felt so drained and I’d done nothing much? The wound was demanding to be scratched, itching and now stinging, and then Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding. Then, when I tried to walk, pains from the wound began to make me tense up and more fed-up!

6Sat29I was letting the situation wrangle-me, and I did not like that, getting all sorry for myself.

So, I made a sandwich and some potatoes, for the nosh, although I didn’t feel too hungry at the time, I did eat it all up. Not that there was a lot of it.

At least now that the plaster had come off, I could get a shower.

WD 0.0.30A But, no! Guess who had left the hot water tap running when he put the dishes in the bowl to soak, and now has no hot water!

I watched a 1959 film on Freeview channel 81, and even more annoyingly, fell asleep and missed the last section of the movie – really depressed with things now! Worran horrible day!

Inchcock – Sunday 10th February 2019: An exasperating, frustrative and disillusioning day with medical problems thrown in… All normal then! Hehe!

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2019 Feb 10

Sunday 10th February 2019

Hungarian: 2019. február 10., vasárnap

23:10hrs: I woke and immediately recognised that I felt in good shape physically. No dizzies, shakes, or botherations from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda, Reflux Roger, Duodenal Donald, Hernia Harry or the Pins (legs). Kidney-Zone-Zorba was the only ache or pain this morning. Amazed I was! 

WD48.0.0 However; my mental cognitivity, psychologically and perhaps psychically, was a little contumacious. The thoughts were wayward and hard to organise or control, regulate, restrain or repress. Usually, after waking, the call to the Porcelain Throne would save me from such hassles, but today, the call came later than it usually would. Tsk! 

Out of £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner. Minutes later I was saved the mental torment by a bout of Nonallergic Rhinitis (chronic sneezing), that took my mind off of my mind… if you see what I mean? The need for a wee-wee also helped.

WD48.0.0 I grabbed the Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket: and what a pathetic urinalisation it was too! I spent about twenty-seconds waiting for it to start, then a couple of weak 7Sun03splashes, well, more like dribbles, and it was all over! But it still hurt! I had to give this mode of wee-wee a new acronym. HHPWW (Half-Hearted-Painful-Wee-wee). Hehe!

Off to the kitchen to chop and put the mushrooms in the crock-pot to marinate in water with some Balsamic vinegar added to them, for later.

7Sun07aWD48.0.0 Oh, a little tip for you all here. Always take the knife you are slicing your mushrooms with, out of your hand if your nose itches! You’re welcome! Tsk!

WD48.0.0 Then, I went to start the Health Checks. For some unknown-to-me reason, it seems that last night when I was half out of it and did the checks, I’d put the sphygmomanometer back in the wrong drawer? Hey-ho! I found it eventually.

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Sys was very high this time. Oy Vey!

The late call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wetroom. All over in seconds and not so messy.

WD48.0.0 But the accompanying HHPWW, I had to wait several moments for its starting, then it was all over in two seconds! I don’t know if this sudden c7Sun02hange in the wees-wees is good or bad?

Checked the pins and pictured them. A few more papsules and spider-veins and the knees looked a bit warped again. But I’m not complaining in the least. The fluid content had gone down very well. I’ve only just noticed, the left knee looked like part of a Dalek or a one-eyed alien from a film, comic or TV, but I can’t place which one7Sun02a. Hahaha!

The only thing that caught me out was when I pulled up the jammie-bottoms and an annoying stinging pain emanated from the right ankle. I carried on cleaning up and went to the front room to take a close look, with the foot on the Ottoman. A very light red sort of, what’s the word, erm… swelling had appeared just above the ankle, above the new blood papsule. Boy, it stung! But I put some Germolene on it, and as long as I don’t catch it, I can’t feel it. The mysteries continue! It’ll be fun when I have to put the sock back on!

Another very short HHPWW was taken. Then I got the clothes stored away that I had left in the bag in the hallway yesterday when I had my funny turn.

I made a brew and got on the computer, to update Saturday’s post. It turned out to be a 6Sat12long job, with my not doing any much, yesterday. Got it sent off.

Made a start on this blog, up to here, and the craving for a mug of strong flavoured tea and some brekkers tool a grip of me. I decided I enjoyed yesterdays Marmite breakfast so much, I’d have the same again today. And jolly-nice it was with the Glengettie cuppa, too!

I remembered that the Winwood Tenants Association meeting is today. I’ll go along, but don’t expect to hear enough to make any valid contributions.

Made up a Morrison order for next week. All done. I had ordered it for Wednesday of course. Cause of the doctor’s making appointments for me for the next two Thursdays, which ruins my chances of getting to Social hour. But it doesn’t bother me! Lie-Mode Engaged!

Got the ablutions done and readied myself for the hobble to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin shed, to the Tenants meeting. I did health checks and medication taking.

7Sun10Hobbled along Chestnut Walk to the cabin, to find it well-filled with free food eating tenants.

I only knew three of the thirty or so that was in there.

WD48.0.0 Then I suffered a dizzy attack, and voices and my concentration got all jumbled.

The cacophony of voices meant hearing and understanding what was being said and identifying who was who was too complicated for me. I decided to stay a while and had a chat with Bill, and handed out some of the coconut chocolate wheels, then made my way out and back to the flat.

I took some photographs of how the flats and the new building was coming along as I walked back.

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I got in the flat, feeling a little disappointed with how things went at the meet. Possibly and most likely because I was not entirely with-it, due to the ankle and Dizzy Dennis’s visit.

Then I did the health checks and medication taking. 

7Sun16I got a super nosh prepared, too much of it again. Tsk! 

But enjoyed what I did eat of it.

Then I fell asleep for about two hours with the tray and accoutrements and uneaten fodder on it, and it was in the self-same position when I woke up in need of a wee-wee!

WD48.0.0 Regrettably, Little Inchies Lesion had been bleeding badly and left me in a messy condition, that needed cleaning up, a change of clothes and medicationalisationing. Humph!

Afterwards, I thought I’d watch a Heartbeat DVD. 

Zzzz!

 

Inchcock – Wednesday 6th February 2019: Stuck indoors day, started fairly good, ended badly. Hey-Ho!

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2019 Feb 06

Wednesday 6th February 2019

Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 6. Febrúar 2019

WD 102.0.74 23:25hrs: I woke and almost automatically checked to see how far off the Emergency Grey Bucket was away from the £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner I was perched half-on, half-off of, it was. I felt the twinges from Back-Pain-Brenda as I attempted to move my onerously overlarge body into the getting up position, it dawned on me that I didn’t need a wee-wee at all! Amazed I was, well, until I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet yesterday. The pins felt very hard this morning, so I must have one today. But it was nice not to have to keep getting up regularly to utilise the bucket overnight, and I felt more rested than I have for many a morning.

I got up on my feet pretty quickly and went to do the Health Checks. As is usual lately, the call came for the Porcelain duties as I got out the paraphernalia to do the checks. A messy evacuation, but at least there was no blood loss from the front or rear end. Cleaned things up and washed the dandies.

Back into the kitchen.

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3Wed01aWD 102.0.74 Well, I was surprised to see how the Sys had gone down such a lot, but the Dia had gone up a lot as well!

I must see if I can find out what this means on the internet. If I put in Sys 132 – Dia 84 okay? Later, I might get some indications about it. I’m waffling again, Sorry.

I decided to get this done straight away, while it was in my head and not gone off into the 3Wed05ether, like so much stuff tends to do nowadays. Humph!

WD 102.0.74 This reading was almost in the pre-high band I think. It was the rest of the week’s readings that were in the red completely! Oh dear! Bamboozlement, confusion, and uncertainty now reign’s within my admittedly limited brain box! I suppose, because the Sys has been so high for so long, I began to accept it as usual? I’ve kept a copy of the graph to use.

Every time the nurse or doctor take my blood pressure, it seems to be alright? More Mysteries of  Tenant of and his Woodthorpe Court flat that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum! (Thanks to Tim Price – author of this perfect description of me and my home!) Hehehe!

WD 102.0.74 Back to the kitchen and took the medications, including, very bravely I thought; a Furesomide tablet. Taking a mug of tea with me back to the computer, I got a second calling to the Porcelain Throne! The one was really extra messy. What’s going on? Made worse by some bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion.

I had a check of the pins. I’m sure there is less 3Wed001fluid in them than yesterday, or not as the case may be. I got my socks on, but the legs were just as hard to bend and get up and the hosiery on as they were yesterday. A couple of new papsules had appeared, yet others had disappeared. More Mysteries!

Back again to the computer and the now cold tea. Oy Vey!

Went to make another brew. I got the cleaned and refreshed Emergency Grey Bucket relocated in a handy position near the computer just in case.

And boy, was I glad I had done so five minutes later when the first of many wee-wees arrived. An extremely long hose-pipe-blasting splash-back-creating painful one, it was. I was worn out by the time it stopped. Haha! All following wee-wees were of the SNSWWs (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) class. Which can be tricky when you are unsure if things have finished or not! There were plenty of them throughout the day. A good job I have no appointments that need me to go out, far from the bucket or a WC! Hopefully, when the legs get used to the medication again, the wee-wees might become less frequent? I hope!

3Wed03I pressed on with the long job of updating the Tuesday post. I didn’t get it finished until around 05:50hrs, I think it was. It was getting light by the time I went to make a brew again. (All the others I made went cold, Tsk!)

My hands suddenly went from a reddish colour to a pale whitishness? Why? More Mystery!

07:30hrs: Eventually I around to starting today’s blog going. When I heard the oddest sounds. Bleep, bleeping and Pheow, pheow sounds? I checked around each room, and even got on the step ladder so I could see out from the kitchen window – but nothing seen as to the cause of these noises? Didn’t sound like anything the workmen have been making?

I had still not a mug of tea, so an hour or so later, I went to get one. Tap, tap and knock knock this time from Herberts flat above. So, I assumed Big John (Herbert) was building one of his toys, or the workmen were in his flat doing something and didn’t bother about the annoying concentration destroying niggling tap tapping.

I went on the Morrison site and took some things off of my order, and added a couple of others. The tap-tapping tuned to drilling noises, so now I know it is the workmen above. I gave up trying doing the blog altogether.

Got some brekkers sorted. Sweet and Sour Porridge… hahaha! Only joking!

Sister Jane rang as I started to eat it. (I said that her Pete had left a CCTV camera in the flat didn’t I? Hahaha!)

After I had received my instructions, reprimanded for eating too many potatoes and bread, then been told off for not cleaning out the spare room. I was saved any more excoriations, by of all things another timely intervention of an SNSWW, that needed an immediate response. Utilised the Emergency Grey Bucket.

Finished the now cold breakfast, and went in to get the potato in the oven.

WD 102.0.74 Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had a sudden go at me, and I began to feel so unwell, especially with Back-Pain-Brenda in the kidney area as well.

WD 102.0.74 I managed to get the nosh sorted, but I’d put the potato in the oven and not turned it on! I found out when I went to check to see how the spud was coming along. What a Nebekh!

Turned it on and with my concentration shattered by the pain, I just sat watching clips on YouTube for about two hours till the potato was ready to be cut in half and be mixed with the cheese, then returned to the husks and back in the oven to brown off. With intermissions of course to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket!

3Wed28Despite feeling so rotten, I ate nearly all of it up.

Had to get up for another SNSWW.

Washed the pots, and sat down and just drifted off into the land of Nod.

Amazingly, I slept through for about five hours, without waking for a wee-wee!

 

Inchcock – Wednesday 30 February 2019: Another day indoors. Ending with a dazzling Dizzy Dennis visit. Tsk!

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jan30 2019

Wednesday 30 February 2019

Turkish: Merkredo 30 Februaro 2019

23:30hrs: I woke, and when the brain joined me in wakefulness, I tried my best to recall some of the dreams I’d been having. I was being chased, by Tony Blair and John Prescott amongst other unknown pursuers, along what seemed miles of office corridors. They were snarling, cursing and shouting at me for some reason, also strange to me. Lots more happened that is all confused now, but they ended up throwing me out of a window, that I can recall. No notes had been scribbled down on my pad, shame that.

Around 00:00hrs, I dismounted the £300 second-hand 1978 rusty recliner, hauling my gargantuan, out of shape, pendulous, sagging stomach burdened torso into an upright position. It’s not easy you know! I had to utilise the emergency grey bucket which luckily I had disinfected and left in place near the electric fire as usual. This wee-wee was of the SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) variety. I’d no sooner finished that, and the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I’m getting regular with these Throne visits lately, ain’t I?

Off to the wet room. The evacuation well reasonably well, no bleeding from the rear end, which I fear was not the case with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Another almost involuntary SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) had to be taken. In fact, I was so glad it came then, cause had it happened elsewhere, I might not have got to the WC or EGB (Emergency Grey Bucket) in time. Oh dear, not another day like Sunday… Please!

3wed001I checked over the pins. Well, they didn’t look too bad, fluid retention wise at all.

Some of the mish-mashes of spider veins seemed to have faded too?

Although just one new bruise had appeared on the left ankle. Which is the one that let me down twice, yesterday. I wondered if it might because I’d cut the tops of my socks so they wouldn’t be too tight, and the fluid had gone down and caused the problem. You know me, I’m always worried when there is nothing to worry about. Haha!

Cleaned up and off to the kitchen to risk a small mug of tea, and get the Health Checks sorted out.

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3wed001aHello, the Sys has gone down, at last, so has the pulse and dare I say it, the weight! Can’t understand why the temperature is down, though? Not worried mind, it has been lower than that before.

I like this new thermometer now I’ve worked out how to use it properly. It gives an almost instant reading from the ear-hole.

3wed12I had another SPSHPLWW and went to get some brekkers. I’ve no idea why, but I fancied trying a pot of the Sweet & 3wed05Sour Noodles that I bought yesterday in Mansfield.

So I did! By gum, it was excellent along with a cup of the Glengettie strong tea.

Of course, this means if 2tue15dI am to get any more of the pots or teabags, this says I’ll have to go to Mansfield to buy them as no one else sells them! And that is if they have some left in stock. Mmm! Tsk!

Only one Sharwoods Noodle left up there on top of the cupboards now. I’m not too keen on Batchelor’s Super-Noodles at all. They can go as raffle prizes for anyone who fancies them. Or I can put them on the table in the lobby for anyone to help themselves to. 

wd 0.0.255b I set about updating the Tuesday blog.

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wd 0.0.255b Most frustrating. Each time I checked my syntax and spelling, the signal would die after, and I had to do it all again on the failed saves. And there were many them! After many SPSHPLWWs, two mugs of tea and more effort than I could cope with, I got the diary finished a sent off. But not until gone 06:30hrs! Nearly Seven Hours It Took me! Oy Vey!

I went on WordPress Reading for a while. Then answered all the comments, I didn’t miss any, I relied on both of them. Hehe!

An SPSHPLWW then I made a mug of Assam tea and took these photographs from the kitchen window.

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It looked a little frosty out there. When I opened the new unwanted light and view-blocking and needing more cleaning, and there is no way I can reach to do that without moving everything and using the step ladders then hang out of the window itself to reach all the glass to clean them, windows. The dew dripped inside. All down my jammies, the oven glove and onto the electric storage heater. Just thought I’d mention it, like. Huh!

3wed05a1Made a start on doing this post at last.

A good job I kept making notes to refer to earlier.

Mr Fries, Global-Liberty Virgin Media Internet had got a little less slow now. Honestly, it can be done you see!

I took another break, one for another brew because the earlier one had gone cold, and a wee-wee was needed again!

I got the kettle on and ventured out into the bare balcony and took these two photographs of roughly the same bit of sky.

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As I opened the metal spring clip and opened the left-hand window to take these shots, the dew came in and again my jammies and slippers got soaked in the incoming water. 3wed09Humph! The first was in Auto mode, and the one on the right in Distance mode. Can’t see much difference in them, myself.

As I came back in it looked like fog, but it wasn’t.

I think it was the heat going out of the room that caused the steaming up.

But I went back out and took these two photographs of the workers doing their jobs down outside in this cold weather. Oh, and got the jammies and feet wet again. Haha!

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I then got back to updating this post and got as far as here with it, before having another SPSHPLWW.

Then I went on Facebooking.  Then made an Asda (Walmart) order to arrive in the morning, remembering to put milk on the list. Haha!

3wed28Nosh in the oven.

Lamb hotpot and burger, a few chips (fries) and mini tomatoes. Had the last few slices of the milk bread with it.

Excellent flavour-rating of 9.3/10.

Got settled to try and watch some TV. But, Dizzy Dennis visited me, and the wholething became confusion.

TTFN.

 

Inchcock – Monday 28th January 2019: An amphibological day

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jan27 2019

Monday 28th January 2019

German: Montag, 28. Januar 2019

23:30hrs: Woke, engaged thinking mode, needed the Porcelain Throne. Struggled to get my Billy Bunter-like body from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner and off to the wet room. Stubbed my toe en route, and painful it was too! Long toenails, ah, coming today at 10:00hrs is FootLady Sue! And a food delivery expected at 06:00>07:00hrs. I sat on the Throne, my duty to do… Haha!

wd 0.10.0 Oh, Boy, had Little Inchies Lesion been bleeding again! Naturally, it started flowing when I cleaned off the encrusted blood. Humph!

1mon01aThe evacuation was a tad reluctant to proceed and side-splittingly uncomfortable.

Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled too. The Catastrophy book was perused for a good chapter or two.

Cleaning up the rear end and the lesion took me an agony-ridden good while. I was beginning to think I might be in for another bad day. But, after a nosey around, my not finding a single EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) in the wet room, I cheered up a little. Maybe they had got lost on the way to attack another flat yesterday by mistake?

2019 jan 28The pins seemed to be no worse this morning.

Although, some new scars or welts or blood papsules had appeared. The padding around the Arthur Itis-infested knees seems to be getting more puffier. On the plus side, I say, the ankle has not given way, at least not yet today.

Free poetry, eh! Hehe!

I got the Health Checks done, and the medications were taken. No Furosemides today.

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The Sys had shot back up again.

I got on with updating the sour, sad Sunday diary updating.

wd 0.10.0 The wee-wees started, and they were of a different type yet again! I’ve classified these as VSHLP (Very Short-Hosepipe like Painful) Wee-wees. Am I going mad or what? But some control seems to be returning, I haven’t had to use the emergency grey-bucket yet, I’ve got to the porcelain in time each time.

Got the Sunday blog finished and posted off, then I made a start on this one.

I got an email from TFZer Lona ♥ in the USofA. She suggested I cut the tops of my socks to use when the fluid retentions are high to relieve the pressure. Brilliant idea I thought, and I replied thanking the gal for her advice.

I went on to Facebook to update the photo albums and visited the TFZer Facebook page.

Onto the WordPress comments.

Then to the WordPress Reader. All in between VSHLPs of course. Tut-tut!

A wee-wee, and then made a brew.

1mon01I took the midday Health Checks just too see if things had gone down any, and they had.

A lot better than the first one were.

Got the ablutions done early. Still no signs of any EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles).

1mon05aThe Asda delivery arrived, and I put away the items. I’d got a load of slice Milk Bread. I hadn’t tried one of these since about 1968 when they first came out. It was the Wonderloaf Bakery who made them then. The company has changed hands a few times; now it is branded as Warburtons.

Got some brekkers, then started to create this post. It’s taking me a long time though, the concentration isn’t too good at the moment.

1mon01aAs it got light, the sun came from behind the flats, making an interesting photographic opportunity for me.

I used the bought many years ago, Nikon Coolpix L 31 camera which uses Alkaline AA batteries. But when I put in the card, it was a bit of a job to find the photo afterwards in the Photo file?

FootLady Sue should be here soon (10:00hrs). Being as she has never arrived on time before, I’m not getting too expectant.

Sue arrived at 1050hrs. I enjoyed a natter while she did my tootsies. I was informed that the cost would be rising from the next visit. Ah, well!

Off she went, and I gathered the black bags and recycling white bag, got the nibbles out of the fridge for the gals at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalisticalisationing Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

I set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute and taking the white bag down with me in the lift. In the foyer, I found Mo sat there. We had a giggle and chinwag. Then out and handed the white bag to the caretaker… who was ‘Not’ on his mobile. (Honestly!)

Ambled along in the cold sunshine to the cabin. Dropped the nibbles off, and made my way back to the flats, cursing my forgetting to take the camera with me.

1mon07Into the foyer, and there Penny (On the left in the photo) had joined Mo taking a seat while she waited for a washing machine to come free.

We had a chinwag and a laugh between us, bless them both.

Up to the flat to have a leak. This one and each that followed (And there were plenty of them, Tsk!) were VSWWW (Very short Weak-Wee-wees).

Updated this blog to here, then checked the comments and perused the WP reader again. I went on Facebook for a while. Jenny from the flats suggested in a comment that I ask the Doctors about the possibility of my getting some compression socks on prescription. Now that was kind of her, a great idea! Thanks, Angel Jenny, I will ask when I go again to the GP. ♥

1mon33Got the salad nosh made up.

Overdid it again, and could not eat it all. But, what I did eat I took delight in enjoying. Especially the vegetarian mini-sausages and the Milk Roll sarnies.

Did the last Health Checks and had a look at the Freeview channels had on offer. Pleased to see that some of my favourites were on. The A-Team, Rumpole of the Bailey, Heartbeat and Hustle. So, I got a bottle of spring water, and orange cordial made up, a pot of nibbles and an apple assembled on the side Ottoman ready to settle down to enjoy the programmes.

wd 0.10.0 Went for a wee-wee, to find that the Lesion was bleeding again! A  painful cleanup and application of the Daktacort cream, a rinse and back to the welcoming second-hand 1978 vintage rickety recliner to get myself snuggled into.

The first A-Team episode I got through with only a couple of short nod-offs. I drifted off again. Woke while Rumpole was on, but only lasted until the first set of adverts came on. Fell asleep and when I woke again, I changed channels to get to see the last two minutes of Heartbeat, that was it as far as the TV viewing went. Zzzz!

TTFNski each.

Inchcock Today – Thur 20 Dec 2018: Super-duper photos from the inmates, no, Residents party, Whoopsiedangleplops in excess! Tsk!

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Dec 20 2018

Thursday 20th December 2018

Zulu: NgoLwesine 20 Disemba 2018

23:54hrs. Despite my many recent forfeitures of fair-fortune, I woke up feeling as if I had discovered overnight, the panpharmacon to all my worries and concerns! I hadn’t, of course. Most likely that I had been dreaming. Possibly a simulacrum of hope? At least the mind was not in a dwall again, in fact, it was concentrational this morning from the start. Smug Mode Adopted!

I knew I had a lot of catching up to do on yesterday’s Inchcock, the Morrison delivery was due twixt 08:30 > 09:30hrs and I wanted to get out to fetch another of the Aldi Sourdough part-baked baguettes that I have fallen in love with, and the Winwood Social Hour at 10:00hrs… Now, my remembering all this was a surprise to me, but a feeling and expectancy of a sudden return to my standard, gutless and passive ‘it’s-bound-to-wrong’ mode lingered, implanted in the grey-cells.

The extraction of my body, with its over-proportionately abdominous region from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room for an SSWW (Short Sharp Wee-wee), was done without any toe-stubbing, knocking into or over anything, treading onto, or walking into owt! No signs of any EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) either! Double-Smug-Mode Adopted!

I tended to the Health Checks.

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4Thu001I collected the tray with the meal residue, not food-wise, I gobbled all of that up, from the easy-chair where I’d placed it and fell asleep so quickly last night.

Got the cutlery used and bowl washed up and made a mug of Assam tea for myself. Which I suppose didn’t need saying did it? Only me in here, and I would hardly be inclined to make one for the Weevils! I think I might be on the verge of losing it again here? Hehehe!

4Thu01WD255.0.255 I think a little advice is called for at this stage, folks. When you go to dry off your cleaned cutlery, in particular, the steak knife, be careful.  Although this may well be a tip from a Nebbish, I think its still valid. Hehehe! Tsk!

I got the computer on and checked the Emails. One from the doctor’s surgery. Giving new level (3.8), the Warfarin doses and giving me an appointment for the next blood test, for Monday 24th December, at 0815hrs. I added this to the Google Calendar.

Then got on with updating the Wednesday blog. Got it finished and posted off after what seemed an aeon.

I made another brew of strong Assam tea. Noticing how the rain was coming down still, no harder than earlier, but with smaller but more frequent droplets. I hope it isn’t settling in. Because I am determined to get out to buy some more of the Aldi Sourdough Baguettes to keep in over the holiday period. Best tasting bread I think I have ever had.

Made a start on this blog.

Went on Facebooking on the TFZ site. Spent more time than I had planned on it, I got carried away answering comments and adding the photos.

The ablutions were completed in plenty of time before the Morrison delivery arrived. Got the things put away.

No Porcelain Throne summoning yet?

I got the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies sorted into the bag for the Social Hour.

WD255.0.255 I took three photos from the unwanted, misty, light and view-blocking new kitchen window. I tried a similar shot with three different settings, but I’m still not sure which is the better one. Negativity and nilhilities seem to have moved into my life lately. Just saying, like!

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4Thu06aDown again and outside, dropped the empty beetroot jar in the recycling bin, greeted a couple of fellow prisoners… no, I mean tenants as I stopped to take this photo of the New Extra care block being built and Winchester Court.

Gave a good morning to one or two Willmott Dixon lads as I passed them.

Arrived a little late at the Winwood Social, and was taken aback by the number of inmates… residents, sorry, in there. Realised as soon as saw the amazing Christmas get-ups that many were wearing, and the biggest stack of raffle prizes I ever have seen anywhere, it was the Christmas Social Hour! Jenny must have worked so hard to get it all prepared for us. Thanks to Jenny! ♥

Here are shots of the lovelies I managed to take.

 

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4Thu10aI noticed a blood pool forming on one of my fingers, and remembered I was supposed to go to the clinic today! Klutz!

Made my excuse, and went out to wait for the bus. Handed the nibble box after distributing them; to Oberschützeress Warden Deana, and asked her to keep it safe for me, please.

Had a chinwag with neighbour Malcolm, at the bus stop. I decided, the lighting being like it was, might be a good time to take some decent shots of the Courts.

 

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Just before the bus arrived, I fumbled in my pocket for the bus pass. Getting on the bus, I found the mini-diary.

WD255.0.255 Opened it up to find that the clinic appointment is for tomorrow, not today! I felt self-chastened, regretful, self-condemning, shamefaced, reprehensible and such a Nebekh!

I decided to stay on the bus and call at the Aldi store to see if they had any of the sourdough bread for me. Got some wine for Sister Jane and Pete (Both alcoholics, but friendly with it… Hehehe! The sourdough baguettes. Spring water for me. Belly pork bites and some lemon and lime yoghourts.

The chilly walk back down the hill to the flats was enjoyable. So, out came the camera!

 

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I called in to see the tenants in the shed, and tell them of my Accifauxpa. Best, to be honest, innit. Even if you get the rise taken out of you! Hahaha!

The plates-of-meat were stinging by the time I got home. Did the Health Checks.

The potatoes were cooking okay in the slow cooker, I put the oven on to warm ready for decided nosh later. Pork Belly Bites, curried beans and some wholemeal bread thins, and a dessert from the massive choice now residing crammed in my full fridge!

Got this blog updated as far as here.

Getting weary now.

Al ingredients finished cooking now, I served up the nosh.

This meal took a lot of (to me, anyway) time, planning and effort.

4Thu19WD255.0.255 I admit it looked nice, smelt nice and had an appealing look to it. But a Flavour Rating of only 6/10 was the best I could grant it.

The flavoured baked beans (from a can this time), were excellent, I’d used Hoi-Sin marinade and mustard. The same sauce mix on the belly pork, when added to the dish. The potatoes had some dark Soy sauce added. I shall not try this again! Actually, the beans were first class tastewise, and the potatoes were passable – just the Aldi belly pork destroyed the enjoyment. Talk about fatty! Tsk!

The naughty and shameful lemon dessert was exquisite. Hehehe!

4Thu20I took the pots to wash them up, and get the Health Checks done.

I snapped this nephogram, through the unwanted, thick-framed light and view-blocking new window.

WD255.0.255 Off for an SSWW, and found that Inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding. Humph! After a few minutes pure agony trying to medicate things, I gave up. My mind turned to the prospective investigation coming up tomorrow, by the Doctor, nurses, student nurses, Trainee Doctors and possibly this visit, they may bring in another class of about eight students again, to let them toy with things under the microscope discussing their take on the problem and trying not to laugh, like last time? It wouldn’t surprise me, if they let the caretaker in, too! Still, I mustn’t complain, unless they bring any morticians in! Hahaha!

I’d got some great gossips in today. Call them what you will; Schmoozes, kibitz’s, confabs, chit-chatting, verbal-ventilations or chewing of the fat, I love em!.

Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and put a Torchwood DVD on, to watch for the twentieth time. Amazingly, as tired and weary as I felt, I stayed awake and got through three episodes with only two nod-offs and rewinding.

This resistance to nodding-off is annoying. Very later for me before I drifted off properly. Huh!

Inchcock Today – Wed 19th Dec 2018: Chin wagging, tête-à-têtes, blathering and gossiping, made this a great day for Old Inchcock! Oh, and the fantastic meal!

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Wednesday 19th December 2018

Lithuanian: 2018 m. Gruodžio 20 d., Ketvirtadienis

WD 0.0.255c 23:45hrs: I opened my eyes and wondered why the brain was in ‘Ignavia Mode’? While I could tell the cerebricity seemed active, there was a definite apanthropinisation in there somewhere, ensuring that any thoughts, questions, ideas or queries that came to the fore were dealt with using a reluctant flânerie style of response? I shouldn’t be surprised come think of it.  For the tired for some reason, fat body was also showing similar negativity in its clinomania, and desire to stay where it is, sprawled on top of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner. Slothfulness and inertia seemed to have plagued and infested poor old Inchcock this morning. Tsk!

WD 0.0.255c It took me a long time to conjure up sufficient interest to get the body to move at all. The brain just ambled blasé along with whatever the body thought or did for several minutes? I thought maybe I was still asleep and dreaming. Mayhaps I was?

 Anyway, things changed back to as near to any form of normality that I am capable of achieving, as I dismounted the recliner and stood on the picker-upper… Ouch!  Klutz!

The ‘La La’ state of the brain became semi-logical and responsive, as I made my way to the Porcelain Throne. The clock indicated it was now 00:22hrs. All of what took place during the missing 37 minutes from when I first awoke, will have to remain a mystery? Times like this, when things go out of the memory box are getting more frequent lately. Something else must have occurred in all that time, surely?

The self-loathing and fear of my going bananas was considered for a few minutes, while I completed the Throne session – A good one, no bleeding at all, and passable with ease. Of course, by the time I’d antisepticated things and washed the hands, the mind had moved on to consider other ideas and tasks. Like what day is it? Why am I only wearing one slipper? Are those biscuit crumbs in the dressing gown pocket? The notion of finding these things out intrigued me, but remained a velleity’ Hehehe!

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And the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) seek & destroy patrol, produced only two dead Weevils over all three room and the hallway, left me Gobsmacked!

These cunning Conotrachelus posticatus are more cunning than I ever thought they would be, eight months ago when they arrived after the new windows had been installed. Bless em!

WD 0.0.255c  I made a drink, of the Morrison Assam tea bags. I left the bag to brew in the mug, to get at least get some flavour from it, while I got the Health Checks completed. Which took me longer than usual, as the sphygmomanometer didn’t seem to want to work. I searched for the spare batteries, which took me a time to find. I found them eventually in the drawer underneath where the machine was stood, like two inches away… Humph! Swapped them with the used ones and still, the device did not operate. I took the new ones out meaning to put two different news ones in, and realised I’d put the two old batteries back in – and the thing worked! Can’t life get complicated!

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2useThe readings for the Sys and Dia had gone back up again.

The tea had gone cold by now, Humph!

I updated the Excel record.

And, back to the Porcelain Throne again. Mmm? Another excellent and plentiful session. I wonder if this mass-evacuationing is down to my having two smaller meals yesterday, instead of my usual one per day?

I got on with completing the Tuesday blog and got it sent off to WordPress.

The strange noises like the last two mornings were heard. These were similar to the others, like a grinding noise, but very feint. I had no idea where they were coming from, I couldn’t even tell if they were coming from up or downward nor inside or out? But, they were not bothering me in the least. I was interested in what they were being made by, though? Around about five or six o’clock.

By the time I had started updating this blog to here, it was 0730hrs! It’s been a messy morning mind-wise as well. Oy Vey!

I went on the WordPress Reader next.

3Wed01aAblutions sorted out. Rubbish bags to the chute.

Back to the kitchen and took this picture in panorama setting. (Although it was another wide-shot disaster to me, why can’t I get a more wide shot to come out?).

3Wed05Out into the light drizzle and nippy wind, on my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. Emergency WC, the Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I had chinwags with Penny, Mary, Ray, and Malcolm. Out to the bus stop, more enjoyable gossips of a humorous, insulting, criticising and insulting nature were shared. By gum, we were all in good form this morning! Hehe!

I caught the bus up to Mapperley top, got off and walked part-way with Brenda, and to the Aldi store.

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WD 0.0.255c I had gone for just three things, but came out with about twenty! Humph, what a Schnook! Included in the list of unwanted stuff and bits that I did need were: Mini Wines, Jelly babies, small potatoes, carrots & peas, Part-baked Sourdough baguettes, tomatoes, oven trays, stuff for the nibble box, and treats in thanks for her hard work for Jenny.

I met Brenda at till we had a walk down back to the flats together. Good natter on the way down. With having two bags of fodder, I could not take any pictures as I struggled to keep up with the gal. Said our farewells as she nipped into her flat in Winchester Court, and I made my way, managing to have a couple of very brief natters en route, back to my beloved Woodthorpe Court. More nattering with some of the gals as they were waiting for transport to the Dinner session in Arnold.

I noticed that a washing machine was free, so I went up to the flat and got the fodder away, and gathered the laundry bag and down to put it in. Cyndy, Mo, Doris and two other ladies in the lobby still waiting for taxi’s to the dinner in Arnold, still. So I had some more talking, Mo and Cyndy were with them. ‘Good’

3Wed05a1aBack up and had to change plans for Shepherds Pie, as I had burnt the potatoes! Grumph!

So, I don’t know what you might call it, but I decided that the minced lamb with lamb stock and mint gravy, tomatoes, peas and carrots, sort of stew would be tasty enough. I added a few rehydrated pieces of soy lumps, too. It smelt so tempting as it simmered away, my hunger pangs were activated. Hehe!

Did the Health Checks.

Down to move washing from washer to dryer.

I got the clothing transferred into the dryer, after cleaning the filter.

I wiped the insides of the drum of the washer, and decided to put the spray which was almost empty in one of the bare cupboards, guess what I found in there?

3Wed05a2A Pizza in the laundry room cupboard???

It felt fresh as well? One of the gals said it was in the lobby yesterday on the coffee table?

I got the dryer going and back up on to the computer to start to update this post, well at least to make notes so I could remember for later on.

Down to collect the laundry.

What looked like a disabled chap and his son, were using the machines for the first time. I’m afraid they were confused by the number one washer, and he asked me about the odd times displaying on the panel. I had to humbly apologise for not knowing, and explained that it beats me, too! I could tell him about how to use number two washer, but of course, that was of no help to them at all. Klutz!

3Wed03I nipped outside to view the gloomy weather, then returned inside, just as the dryer stopped.

Got the togs out and cleaned the drum and filter. Folder the clothing into the bag, said my farewells and wished the two gentlemen well, and back up to the apartment.

As I entered the flat, the pleasant aroma coming from the lamb-hotpot, (perhaps a more suitable description?) stimulated my taste buds into an ‘Anticipatory Mode’!

Did the Health Checks and got the medicines out ready.

I hovered like a brooding mother over my first home-made Lamb Hotpot (without potatoes) Carefully stirring and caring for the feast in the saucepan. Hopes were high that it would come out alright.

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3Wed08I turned out to be a gastronomic delight! Especially, when eaten with this small Aldi part-baked sourdough baguette!

Flavour Rating of 9.55/10 given! Best ever!

I say on the £300 second-hand recline with the tray on my knee to eat it.

A full contented tummy, pleased with the chewing of the fat, blethering and tête-à-tête, sessions I’d shared in today… Wonderful!

Placed the emptied tray on the easy-chair next to the recliner… and fell quickly into a much-needed uninterrupted sleep for five hours. Ahh!

Inchcock – Thur 29 Nov 2018: Woke in an odd mood. Great Social Hour. Whoopsiedanglepop ridden visit to the doctors. Fire Alarm… Normal sort of day for old Inchcock. Hehehe!

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Thursday 29th November 2018

Croatian: Četvrtak, 29 Studenog 2018

WD 0.128.128 23:25hrs: I woke up in the opposite mental state to yesterday’s hectic, frenetic spate of mental anguish. I was in a sluggish, lethargic, lazy, ‘I don’t want to know’ mode. The mind did not bother me much at all, and I was content with that, lackadaisical really.

I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner like a robot, hardly aware that I had just dragged my outsize, paunchy, plump-stomached body from the chair and struggled up on my feet?

It seemed I was doing and thinking with indeterminateness, with a vague fuzziness? Although I recognised this was happening, I was insouciant about it?

Slowly, very much so, the worries and fretting returned over the next hour or so. It was prompted and helped (not that I wanted them to return and put me back in my usual, unexceptional condition of being anxious, apprehensive and worried over just about everything), by my being distracted by the need of an SSWW (Short Sharp Wee-Wee) arriving. Yet, as the nervousness returned, a sense of a home-coming was felt. Not sure if you can understand that. It might have been better if I’d left it out, to avoid the men in white coats coming for me? Hehe!

WD 0.128.128 Inchies Fungal-Lesion was bleeding this morning, and an icky, painful, messy medicalisationing session had to be tended to. A little annoying, in such that later, when I have my shower, it will all have to be redone again. But at this stage, my usual Worrying Mode had not fully returned, so I seemed little bothered about this at the time.

I spotted just a few odd EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) around the wet room floor, and one live on in the handbasin. I got the bug spray and distributed it all around, then I did the spare room and kitchen, where I found just a few dead ones. Threw away the empty Rentokil can and put another one in its place, a Sanmex brand.

Then it was time to return to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne duties. Considering I’d only had the tiniest of meals last night, I was gobsmacked by the evacuation volume. I antisepticated the hands and contact points, and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

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3Wed29The first of the day Sys, Dia, and Pulse results keep dropping each day this week so far. I hope I’m not fading out! Hehehe!

Made a brew of Assam tea and took the medications. I considered taking a Dia-Limit, but after much dithering and procrastinating, I couldn’t decide if this was a good idea or not. Sad, I know!

Got the computer on and updated yesterday’s blog. This took a few hours, a lot of photographs to sort out. The more I did, I seemed to be making less grammatical errors?

I went on Facebooking and got the albums updated, then on to the TFZer site.

I got the ablutions and medicationalisationings done. 

Made a start on this diary, then a visit to the WordPress Reader section.

4Thu001aCollated the prizes, nibble box and treats ready to go with me. Black bags to the chute and I was off.

I exited the foyer doors, and oh boy, was it windy out there this morning! Brrr! The odd bit of drizzle fell as I made my way along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering clinic, Jenny’s workplace, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

The meeting was poorly attended again this week. We all seemed to have a good time nevertheless. Jenny was grafting away looking after us as usual. Cindy and Margaret did give me a song or two, bless ’em. (Along with threats of a clip around my earhole, and the odd aversive stimulus, Hehe!) I got some fun nattering sessions in while handing out the nibbles and raffle tickets.

4Thu03WD 0.128.128 BJ arrived late as usual, and Margaret and Cyndy shot out of their chairs and mobbed him in greeting! Not that I was jealous, of course. After all, he is taller, younger, braver, more entertaining, more talented, has a car, can afford to take holidays three times a year, he has more hair, is better looking, fitter, healthier, has his hearing, and is 4Thu12much more productive and far less accident prone, and more attractive to women than I am… Oh no, it didn’t bother me at all! Don’t think for one minute that it had me envious, covetous, jealous, desirous, or spitting-blood, or that I will not attend the 4Thu03aSocial Hour again just to see the lucky bugger being cuddled and kissed… Oh no! Hehe!

Joking aside, I reckon while I was in there, everyone had a good time and enjoyed themselves. Thanks, Jenny!

I took this shot of Willmott-Dixons Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius and Innocentest-Ian-Incharge through the window. 4Thu02I will have to find time to doctor it later, for the Facebook Willmott Dixon album.

I departed early to catch the bus. Taking this photo in the drizzle of the centre compound and the Extra Care Unit. Doesn’t it look bleak? That’s because it was bleak out there! Haha! The wind continued to blow.

4Thu01I moved down to take a snap of the bottom part of Woodthorpe Court. If you look hard enough, you should see, Elizabeth (I think), coming out of the lobby and through the metal maze on her way to the bus stop.

I moved along to the bus stop, and the clan of Winwoodanian residents were having the chinwag and laugh between themselves.

4Thu04I took this quick, zoomed-in photo of Incharge and Paul just as the bus arrived. But Paulius was leaning back in the driving seat, so I didn’t catch him in the frame.

I do so enjoy manipulating these photos for the Willmott Dixon lads. I’m never sure if they see them after they have been done, though.

I dropped off of the L9 bus at the bottom of 4Thu05Winchester Street.

As I walked up Mansfield Road towards Carrington, I snapped this shot of both sides of the road. I’m getting confused with the shop situation here. So many closed down retailer units. And yet, new or upgraded ones seem to be opening as well. The butcher’s shop has reopened with a cafe inside! I’ll try to get some 4Thu06photographs of it later for you. Three new food eat-in take-aways open now too?

Up and over the hill and down into Carrington I plodded.

The only hassle I had was from the mystery bruises on the left leg and Back-Pain-Brenda. All the other usual pains were being kind to me?

I called into the Sherrington Park Surgery to confirm the time of my blood-test for next Tuesday and asked if the appointment for the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit had arrived yet.

4Thu13WD 0.128.128 I got the Anticoagulation Therapy record out to write down the time of the appointment on it… and found that I’d written it there last week so I wouldn’t forget it, which I did, of course, I also forgot I’d written it in the first place… Farmisht Eizel!

Out into the windy and now raining as well Carrington, and down to the Carrington Pharmacy. Where I asked the date that I could collect my monthly bag of prescription 4Thu13aamedications. 4th January. I thanked them and waddled up to the Lidl store for a nosey around.

Got some bits for the nibble-box, balsamic cooked beetroot, Assam Tea, potato slices and Sopocka slices.

Paid at the self-serve till without any hassle and out into the wind and wet again.

Caught a bus back to Sherwood, and had a bit of good fortune (No, honestly it does happen to me sometimes! Hehe!) with catching the bus. As I got to the bus stop, the bus arrived. Within minutes I was back at the flats.

4Thu06a I was last to get off of the bus, as I did Bill (William on Sundays) threw a reprimand at me, Gladys scoffed at me and gave them both a chocolate coin for their bus fare. They did laugh, but tutted at the same time? Haha!

The other passenger who’d alighted, shot off in a hurry, to avoid what looked like heavy rain about to fall.

WD 0.128.128 By the time I arrived at the foyer, I could hear the Fire Alarm ringing out with both caretakers standing by the alarm panel. They did not inform me if it was alright to go up or not, but the other people must have, so I assumed it would be okay.

4Thu07 The alarm test is usually done on a Thursday I think?

When I got out of the elevator on the 12th floor, the alarms were still sounding.

Got into the flat and had an SSWW.

Inside the flat, it is impossible for me to hear the alarm ringing, even with the hearing aids in. So I assumed, as my flats alarm was silent, also, if there was a fire, I’m to stay inside the flat as per instructions, unless it is my alarm inside ringing.

4Thu10I opened the balcony window to take a look and photograph of below.

WD 0.128.128 The rain came in as it fell from the glass and frame, and I trapped my finger in the metal spring sheet on the handle of the window.

This photo shows what I mean when I say the new balcony is light and view-blocking?

4Thu08Two fire tenders were arriving below, and I could hear another on the way in the distance.

I bet the Fire Service love all of our false alarms. Tsk!

About to close the unwanted wet letting in, view and light blocking thick framed window, I 4Thu09spotted activity in a balcony two floors down.

It was the Willmott Dixon Obergruppenführer, presumably preparing someone’s balcony ready for use.

I got the Health Checks done.

Took the medications and started to prepare the nosh.

4Thu14I spotted some EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) on the kitchen floor. I’m beginning to think I am not going to win the battle against this refugee immigrant cunning army of Weevils.

If they are still here after I’ve nearly killed myself with the bug spray several times every day for five months, and other tenants have now got them, and it is so cold, yet they remain in situ; what do you think the chances are of their taking over the building completely next summer? Humph!

The wind was still howling outside, the poor old trees were taking a right bashing!

4Thu11I got the nosh served up.

Anya potatoes, mature cheddar cheese, balsamic beetroot, roast dried onions, sliced mushrooms, tomatoes, chestnuts, an apple and a cheesy buttered cob. Oh, and a Limoncello dessert. Ahem!

After digesting the food, I put the washing in the bowl, had another SSWW and fell asleep watching a DVD. Ocean’s Thirteen.

Woke up and did the last Health Checks and medicine taking.

Back in the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner.

Tried again to watch the film, but I found it needed too much concentration for me to understand what was going on in it, talk about convoluted! 

I started to watch another old favourite of mine, ‘Changing Lanes’, but nodded off into a deep sleep within minutes. Hey-Ho!