Inchcock Today – Friday 22nd November 2019: A confuzzling day. Bad Dizzy Dennis bout. Spirits low. Hey-Ho!

1 Nov 22

Or, should that be The House of Commons?

2019 Tnov 22

Friday 22nd November 2019

Maori: Paraire 22nd Whiringa 2019

0Nov 22

WD 150.0.100 01:05hrs: As I stirred into a pretend life, the mind was starting to go off on one of its fear-storms; Luckily the need for a Porcelain Throne visit saved the day, and the brain was diverted to the urgent need of getting out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner! This morning, my freeing of the gargantuanly-flobby body and onto the feet, was probably on a par with sorting out Brexit! I’ll not go into the embarrassing reasons, but it took me the best part of half-an-hour to get to the wet room – by which time I was too late!

The session was messy, the wee-weeing took an age to stop, Little Ichies fungal lesion needed attention, and the sanitising and medicationalisationing afterwards, has never taken more time to get done! I managed, although my spirits were low now, with the discomfiture, self-consciousness and mortification of what had just happened! Guilt and shame were in there somewhere too! 

I took the medications, made a brew, and got on with updating the Thursday blog. At least the myasthenia gravis was a lot easier than yesterday, so even with so many photographs to sort and get in it, it took me far less time today. I seemed to resist my iracundulous thoughts and actions today, and this was a good thing. (I hope I’ve used the right word?)

5Fri01I went to make another brew and took three photos out of the new, mostly unwanted, unliked, thick-famed, light & View blocking kitchen window. I took each one in different settings: Night Landscape, Aperture Priority and Landscape.

I then got on with Pinterest posting, and on to TFZer Facebooking. After which, I went on the WordPress Reader section.

Ablution time, so off to the wet room – which was another bit of unexpected good-luck for me. Within seconds of stripping off, the Porcelain Throne needed attending! Talk about miraculous timing! This concerned me, with my plans to get out shopping in Arnold for some bread, milk and another thing on the list, which I can’t recall at the moment. I hope nothing untoward happens in the rear-end-exiting stakes while I’m out!

I made up and took five small bags to the waste chute, then returned to the flat, and went through the double-checking routines. Seeking substantiation, validation, verification and confirmation that I had not left something on or off, that shouldn’t be. Lights, taps (faucets), doors etc., and not entirely convinced that I had, (and in a dilemma, positivity and confidence never having been my forte for many years now) I garbed up warmly and departed. I met Malcolm on the way down.

WD 150.0.100 I visited Mary’s flat on the way, I’d not seen her for a while. Just to see if she’s alright. But she was not in, so she might well be at the bus stop?

Met the lady, whose name escapes me, I can never remember. Tsk! As I got out of the lift. A natter and the nibbles came out.

I called at the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinator’s) holding and interrogation office, where I handed a worried-harrassed-looking stern-faced Catwalk Model and Scharfhureress Warden Julie and handed her a nibble. The EQ told me to get out of her way, (I’m no hero!) into the big Winwood Social Room.

WD 150.0.100 I sat in a high chair for a while, musing, stewing about life. Which did me no good at all, everything, (and a lot did fleet-through the mind), that went through the brain-box was of a negative nature I’m afraid. Perspicacious, logical, commonsensical, reasoned, coherent or even insightful ponderations, they were not.

5Fri02I pulled myself away from the gloomy thoughts and poddled out to the bus stop. Aha! There was Mary, with Penny, Dot and Malcolm. I joined with a “Good morning, each!”, and handed out the nibbles. I enjoyed listening to Malcolm’s entertaining well-presented story of his visit to a theme park with the Grandkids, and the general moaning, laughing and 5Fri003grumps. Hehehe! Penny looked twinkling eyed. Mary was in good form and well.

The L9 arrived for Bestwood, and by then Cindy, Chrissie, Welsh William, Dot, Bill (William on Sundays), and others had joined us. I got on and in the corner Side-saddle seat, and snuggled in the drop board – for I had recognised the driver, and anticipated my having a battle not to be dislodged from the saddle at every corner the bus took. And so it was to be. Hehe! I did try doing the crosswords, but it was too dangerous, with having to cling on the bus furniture and hold the trolley from rolling away, despite the brakes being applied.

WDPright03WD 150.0.100 I dropped off of the bus in Arnold Front Street and had one of the worst Dizzy Dennis attacks ever. I was genuinely concerned and leant against some pedestrian crossing railings for a while. Everything around me felt like a dream, and not connected with me? As people walked by me, they almost looked like ghosts! This amazingly didn’t last long, and within ten minutes or so, I felt confident enough, to gingerly venture over the crossing to the other side of the road, towards the Fulton Food store. By the time I reached the store, everything was back to reality, and no signs of the dizzies? I can’t deny being concerned so, that I thought for a moment “Hello, this is it!”, but not so.

I was soon in my element, shopping, and finding things that I did not need or want. Dropping items, not being able to reach some. And having to struggle to get the three-wheeler around the place. I ended up getting some bargains, though. Roast turkey slices for £1, Pork Farms Pork Pies, and Beef trimmings each at £1, and two bottles of Sterilised milk.

WDP11LWD 150.0.100 Paid the lady, and made my way to the High Road bus stop. The timing worked well, I had ten minutes before the bus was due and only had to walk up the Asda (Walmart) alleyway to the top to the bus shelter. As I was reaching the top near the car park, the L9 bus belted passed! It was five-minutes early! That’s if my charity-shop bought £2 wristwatch with its £10 replacement strap, was right of course! Grumph & Grobbleclogs! Grr!

WDP 08L025Fri004So, I went back down the alleyway and went into the Asda (Walmart) store. To have a meander around while waiting for the next bus, from Front Street, that will take me back to 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 spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!

5Fri005It was a struggle to get around with so many customers, it is a Friday, so I suppose I should have expected it. I ended up at the self-serve-tills with, beetroot, fresh vine tomatoes, Milk Roll loaf, Sliced Wholemeal cobs, Potato cakes, and some mini swiss rolls. I paid-up, bagged the goods, and out to the bus stop on Front Street.

Passing near where I had the Dizzy Dennis spell earlier, made the goose-bumps come up. But I didn’t have any more of them.

When the bus got to Sherwood, it picked up some of my Windwood Heights fellow-tenants. My being st in the side-saddle seat, I greeted each one as they got on the bus. One even acknowledged me. By the time I got off the bus, last as is usual, and assisted down to the pavement by a Winchesteronian waiting to get on (Thank you, Sir!), all the others from the bus had disappeared inside Winchester Court. (Gawd, they’re quick! Hehehe!) 

I went in and through the link passage to the big social room, and passed the Winwood Lobby, through the next link-passage into a cold, gloomy Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. Up in the elevator and into the flat, no wee-wee or Porcelain Throne visits needed, now that is a rarity!

5Fri006I got the kettle on, then unloaded the Asda (Walmart) and Fulton Foods. Realising I had forgotten to get the toilet cistern cleaner blocks. Well, fancy that, me, forgetting something! Haha!

I decided , after considerable ponderisationing, on having frankfurters, gammon steaks, tomatoes, beetroot, apple and mini swiss rolls for my nosh.

WDPrightWD 150.0.100 But decided to get the handwashing done first. And worra mess I made doing it! During the rinsing-out stage, as I was emptying the bowl, the bloody Sensory nerves went on the blink, and I ended up dropping the bowl, with water over the sink and draining board, me and the floor! As luck would have it, I’d stripped off beforehand, ready to get the sleeping-gear on. So drying me was no problem at least. The floor was more of a struggle. No ululations, mind. I was almost pleased that my run of unnatural good luck had ended, and I was back in the real world.

I got the jammie-bottoms and the dressing gown that is too small for me, on. Finished the washing, freshening, wringing and hanging up to dry the shirt and socks.

5Fri007WDP11LThen got the meal served up, settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, and began the unfortunately very unpleasant task of eating the plate of evening fodder. Although it did look good, a few ingredients let me down tastewise and by my bad cooking! The gammon steaks were not my cup of tea at all, far too sweet! The worst of my errors was cooking the potato cakes with the gammon, the sweet fat soaked into the cakes, and they were uneatably sweet, too! Eurgh! The tomatoes were so tasteless! The frank’s, apple, beetroot and mini rolls were all fine. I had a couple of the wholemeal cobs as well. Flavour-Rating: 3/10.

5Fri08I put another old DVD on to watch. Liam Neeson in ‘Taken’. I thought that a goodie-winning film might cheer me up a bit. I tried several times to take a picture of the box, but the nerve-ends were still playing up, and this was the best of the five efforts I tried, and not a good one. Huh!

I started to watch the film, drifted off to sleep, woke, rewound it and watched again… repeatedly! So I gave up after about an hour, and having only watched approximately ten-minutes worth of it! Ah, well!

Inchcock Today – Thur 10 Jan 2019: Best intentions foiled, Weevils return, missed Social Hour, yet still a decent day for the old man!

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Willmott Dixon’s Ian Incharge to the rescue! Hehe!

jan10 2019

Thursday 10th January 2019

Afrikaans: Donderdag 10 Januarie 2019

23:10hrs. I’d had a terrible kip, waking up so often and nodding off again, each time with a new worry, fear or anxiety to ponder over for a short while. I felt a little drained. However, once the mind returned to concentrating on current affairs, it assessed the needs of the day: the Morrison order due twixt 0630 > 0730hrs, remembered that the Clinic has been cancelled, the spare room in desperate need of tidying up, I must call the Surgery to find out when my next blood test is due, the workmen and planners are scheduled to call between 1300>1500hrs to sort the arrangements for the messy dirty disruptive, but necessary job of either the sprinklers or communication systems to be installed etc., I changed into action mode! (Loosely speaking, Hehe!)

I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner in double-quick time, and without any hassle! The toes and feet felt fine now, apart from another change in the appearance of the 4thu001tootsies. They are going the way that Sister Jane’s did again, but not as bad.

WD 0.0.255c The right foot ones this time. Toes curling, I put this down to the side effects of the Furesomide. As I did with the weight increase, the loss of all hair on my stomach, the increased dizzies, the bloated stomach… I shan’t go on. Haha!

WD 0.0.255c I went straight to the spare room and started to painfully box things, and sort out others. An hour later, I stood back – and things didn’t look any better! I gave up and went to do the Health Checks, after an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).


4thu001aI reckon the results were all okay, weight not included in this decision of course. Off for an SSPWW.

WD 0.0.255c I went to get the medication pots out and found that I had missed taking last nights doses. Schmuck! I took the morning tablets along with last nights untaken Warfarin, Simvastatin, and the Magnesium. Off for an SSPWW.

I got on the computer and started this blog off. But minutes later the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A cherry picker evacuation without any bleeding anywhere! While on the Throne, the grey-cells found a few adscititious things for me to worry about. Ranging from the hearing aid batteries stock are down to the last few. Did I order the milk on the Morrison delivery? Why is my right foot now so painful and the left one far less so?

WD 0.0.255c Why did I just see a Weevil, just the one, that was so massive, it struggled to get down the shower drain hole? Haha! I had a spray around all rooms with bug-killer.

Back to the blogging. I got as far as here, off for an SSPWW, made a small mug of tea, and went on to updating yesterdays diary. (In between SSPWWs)

Facebooked for a short while, but realised I had to get the ablutions done before the Morrison food delivery arrives.4thu04

WD 0.0.255c Well, well, well, another new anomaly with the legs! So, now, the bottom half of the legs have drained off a lot of fluid. But the stomach and top half of the pins have gained fluid?

Also, the boils seem to have gone from the rear-end? How can things change so often and so quickly? Am I still asleep and dreaming? Tsk!

4thu05I got the ablutions finished and had some brekkers. Then back on catching up on Facebooking while I awaited the groceries to arrive. I put the TV on the CCTV and watched to see when the Morrison man came.

I thought I may have overdone the ordering when so many bags came. But I realised it was all of the bottles of spring water that took up most of them. I got the things away and put some raffle prizes and nibbles in a bag, along with some Wholemeal bread wraps, that I am sure Jenny will like.

I’d left the CCTV on, and noticed Angela, going out through the foyer, one minute later she returned and pressed the call buttons. I thought I could help, so I shot down to the door to let her in. She had rung hubby Roy to bring down her scarf. (It was cold outside… ♫ Baby, it cold, outside… ♫ Sorry about that, I got carried away, Hehe! I enjoyed a little laugh and natter with Angie and Roy, then back up to the flat.

Later, I went out again, take the prizes and nibbles to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic plot. Telling Inchcock-off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Roy and Mary were sat there, and I got another chinwag in. Out and dropped off the stuff for the Social Hour.

2019 01On my way back to the apartment,  heard my name being called.

It was Willmott Dixon’s Ian Incharge high up on a cherry picker. It was pleasant to be greeted and smiled at with a thumbs-up! I later used this photo as a template for the above page header graphic.

Back in the flat, an SSPWW and made a brew and back on this blog for a bit. Then back to Facebooking. Again, interspersed with the Wee-wees.

I had a go at cleaning up the kitchen, but the bending started of Back-Ache-Brenda and Anne Gyna, so I didn’t get as much done as I would have liked to.

It was Lynne who arrived to talk me through the things for the installation of the sprinklers. They will be calling next Wednesday 16th 09:30 > 11:00hrs. Then on Friday 25th, 08:00 > 1430hrs to fit them, or drill holes. Or the other way around? We had a jolly-good little natter, I thanked her, and off she trotted. 

4thu25Feeling weary now. So I got the nosh sorted out.

Imitation pretend-vegetarian meat and tomato sarnies with wholemeal bread thins. The last mini-pork-pie, gherkins, and a bit of strong stilton cheese. Followed by a very naughty Limoncello with squiggly spray cream sprayed on top. I taste-rated this one as a 9.1/10.

4thu06aWent to get one of the made-up bottles of spring water and cordial from the fridge.

WD 0.0.255c I found some dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the bowl in the sink, and one live one on the kitchen floor! Those in the bowl, looked like they had been dead for a good while. How did they get in there? The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court continue! Hehe!

Did the Health Checks, then settled to watch another ‘Frost’ episode on a DVD. After a farcical hour or so; my nodding off, waking, rewinding, nodding-off, waking, rew… you get the picture. Tsk! I fell asleep for an hour or two, only to spring awake thinking it was morning. Realised it was not, but could not get back to sleep again. The old brain went off on one of its panic-fretting-nervous routines, in such a frenzied fashion. Over a few hours, just about anything came in for consideration for a few seconds, related to my life or having nothing to do with me!

This went on until around 00:20hrs when I gave up trying to get back to kip when I heard a buzzing noise? At first, I thought it was in my head or perhaps I had nodded off again and was dreaming. I had to get up to investigate.

Inchcock Today: Friday 28th December 2018: Medicationalisationalistic Mayhem, today! Hehe!


Dec28 2018

Friday 28th December 2018

Nepali: शुक्रबार 28 डिसेम्बर 2018

00:08hrs. I bestirred, feeling tired still, and gently moved the limbs and joints of my poor old body… The fluid retention was still testing the limitations of the resistance of the skin in the legs and ankles. I found that my usually scrawny fingers had swollen a bit too. I didn’t fancy the walk to the surgery later for the wickedly timed 09:00hrs appointment with the doctor, then another blood test. But, I think the exercise is needed overall.

WD 0.31.0 I had to laugh when I lowered the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, the legs were so heavy with fluid, the thing ‘clunked’down with a thud! Hehe! I escaped the clutches of the recliner, and poddled carefully to the kitchen, with the intentions of getting the Health Checks done.

WD 0.31.0 But, I was side-tracked by a call to the Porcelain Throne, so, off to the wet room. Massive evacuation, a bit of bleeding… but worst of all, the little boils on the bum seemed to have increased in number. Worra life, gerrin’ old! Then I discovered the Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been leaking again.

5Fri004WD 0.31.0 Cleaned up, to the kitchen. Oh, dearie me… When I did the washing up last night, I placed a cleaned saucepan on the hob, and had not turned the power off! Luckily, it was left on the lowest setting. I even managed to save the pan for a change and cleaned it up. Rather pleased with my effort in this.

5Fri001WD 0.31.0 Ah, the papsules had returned to my left hand! I’m getting fed up with all these sudden ailments coming at the same time! The Papsules back, Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding, the fluid retention, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion flowing again, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, etc.

However, the knee and ankle giving way had not happened for a few days. I assume that the fluid crammed in the legs is preventing it? Hahaha! Hey-Ho!

At last, I got around to doing the Health Checks.


5Fri001bI think the resulting readings were fine this time. Guessing really, Hehe!

I’m assuming the fluid retention is the reason for the increase in weight?

I noticed that this month Cetraben emulsifying emollient cream, had a new warning on the 5Fri003alabel: 

Flammable Keep your body away from fire or flames after you have put on the medicine dressing and clothing in contact with this product are easily ignited by a naked flame!

I got the computer on and checked the Emails first in case any appointments or messages had come in from The GUM clinic or other of my medical second-homes. Hehe! I got this one from Sherrington Park Medical Practise:


WD 0.31.0 So, that’s been Monday, Thursday, and today this week, and now I’m booked in for next Monday. I’ve had calls from the ADVATC Anticoagulation Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic as well. Might the end be nigh? Hehehe! Fret not, though. ♫’Que sera, sera’♫, there is more in life to worry about than death! Anyway, I’m not ready yet. Haha!

I set about updating the Thursday written narrative. Got it finished and posted off, then started this blog off. Visited the WordPress Reader section. Went on the TFZer Facebooking.

5Fri007Got some breakfast nibbled.

Watched a bit of YouTube accident clips.

Off to get the ablutions sorted out. The cunning EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) were all keeping their heads down, I didn’t see a single one?

5Fri007aBoy, were the legs well-bloated with water, or what? I’d just taken off my night socks. The limbs look ready to burst open. Hehe!

Then hurried and scurried around getting ready and off to the surgery.

5Fri08It was about 0800hrs as I left the flats, but it was still a little murky looking out there.

I place my big white bag of recyclables near the caretaker’s door. To the left of this photographicalisation, taken as I set off!

As I walked along Chestnut Walk, I took this 5Fri08aphotograph on the right about, of part of what will be new parking spaces for the better-off of the inmates with vehicles.

As I got ready to take a shot of the Winwood Extra Care and Winchester Courts, Obersturmbannführeress Deana came out of the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, 5Fri09Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, 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. We exchanged a few words, had a laugh, and I went back to taking the picture.

5Fri10As I turned right, down Winchester Road Hill, the colouring was much different to yesterday, and the daylight seemed to arrive quickly.

I plodded on down the road, and on to Mansfield Road. 

Were I nipped into the Continental Store to get a loaf of their excellent, but very expensive sliced bread. I came out with the sliced bread, 5Fri10asome cooked meat to go on it and a beef tomato. Now all I need is some potato curls from Lidl and a bottle of liquid soapflakes from Wilko.

A few more vehicles and Nottinghamians about this morning compared to yesterday. At the traffic light junction with Haydn Road, I thought the view related to how I felt for some 5Fri11reason, I forget what it was now. Tsk!

A little farther up the hill, my first Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was espied on the other side of the road. A long way off, but the zoom feature on the camera allowed me to catch the little scallywag!

5Fri12Minutes later, Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist I caught number two.

He was extra naughty, as he swerved towards me as he shot by! Git!

Up and over the hill and down to Carrington and the Sherringham Park Medical Practice. My second home. Hahaha!

I got inside and handed the receptionist the appointment letter that Nurse Ann had printed off for me yesterday. A gentle frown appeared on the angels face, and after a quick clandestine word with the other receptionist, I was told to take a seat, which I did. I got out the Clarkson book and had a good read before Doctor Vindla came to fetch me into her room.

WD 0.31.0 As I struggled to get up and wavered a bit, my bag caught the decorated Christmas Tree, and a bauble fell off and into my bag!

In the surgery, I was told the blood test for today had been cancelled, and the Monday appointment is still on.

I explained my concerns, and the ever-patient Doctor gave me an examination or two. She checked my legs and asked questions about them. Regarding my memory and dizzies, she arranged for me to visit her on Monday, before the Blood Test with the nurse, she warned me it would be a lengthy examination, and made it for 11:20hrs. (Fungal Lesion?) She then sent a prescription electronically to the chemist, for some Furosemide PhEur tablets. A warning notice:

FDA warning: Liver function warning: This drug has a black box warning. This is the most serious warning from the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). A black box warning alerts doctors and patients to drug effects that may be dangerous!
Furosemide is a strong diuretic (water pill) that helps your body get rid of excess water. It does this by increasing the amount of urine your body makes. If you take too much of this drug, it can lead to very low amounts of water and electrolytes in your body. This can cause dehydration. Your doctor will monitor your fluid levels and may change your dosage based on those levels.

Low blood pressure warning: This drug can cause low blood pressure. Symptoms include feeling dizzy and faint after standing up. If this occurs, move slowly when changing positions after sitting or lying down. If this problem continues, call your doctor.
Low potassium levels warning: This drug can cause low potassium levels. (Potassium is a mineral that helps your nerves, muscles, and organs work normally.) Symptoms include tiredness, muscle weakness, and nausea or vomiting. Call your doctor if you have these symptoms.
Low thyroid levels warning: High doses (over 80 mg) of furosemide can cause low levels of thyroid hormones. If you’re taking high doses of this drug and have symptoms of thyroid problems, call your doctor. These symptoms can include: tiredness, weakness, weight gain, dry hair and skin, increased feelings of being cold.

Oh, dearie me!

I will get an appointment from the QMC within six weeks. (Not sure what this is was for?)

I thanked her, and left on my way to the Carrington Pharmacy, to collect the Furosemide. When I told them about the thermometer, I’d bought from them yesterday, the fact that I had to keep buying cover cones for it and I could not hear the supposed two tones, even with the machine inside my ear! The Pharmacist came over, and what flowed from his lips about my thermometer complaint, was pure genius! Admittedly on their own, the facts he stated were absolute gobbledegook, gibberish, balderdash and mumbo-jumbo, but his use of double-talk and his timing were perfect, to bamboozle even an educated person into believing his jabberwocky, let alone an idiot like me. Admiration flowed, as I departed the Chemists and went off to Lidle for a nosey around. I got the curly fries as planned, some mushrooms and a bottle of bleach.

5Fri013Paid on the self-serve till, and caught a but back to Sherwood.

When I dropped off the bus, I wondered if Holland & Barrett had any of the French Chestnuts in stock. I know they are ridiculously costly, but they are gorgeous. I popped into the shop, to find they were selling them at Half-Price! I weakened and bought every jar they had left, all four! £3.50 down to £1.75!

Then over the road and called in the Wilko Store for the liquid soapflakes. Then into the next two charity shops, but I didn’t buy anything.

5Fri014Up to the bus stop, to be joined later by Doreen. A natter and laugh on the way home.

I got the things put away, turned on the oven ready for the curly fries later, had an SSWW, and put half a Furosemide tablet in the evening’s dosage pot with the other ones.

Got stuck into updating this blog.

Got caught up to here, and the weariness downed.

5Fri34So, I got the nosh sorted out. The Lidl potato curls were seasoned perfectly to my palate. The chestnuts tasted A1, and the pork and tomato sarnie was as good a one as I’ve ever had! Flavour rating of 9.45/10 given!

I soon ate it all up, not that there was a lot of it for once, and I made another sandwich up.

Sat down again to eat the new sarnie, and watch a ‘Frost’ DVD… I woke with sarnie still precariously balanced on the folds of my stomach and the TV still on!

Inchcock – Fri 30th Nov 2015: Bad start to the day. Virgin Media so slow! Sister Jane phoned,& my mate Michael paid me a visit that made my day!



Friday 30th November 2015

Slovenian: Petek, 30. november 2015

00:00hrs: Again, a different Inchcock wakes up. This time an anguished, got-himself-into a dither, distressed old man with a mind-full of fears and concerns. Tsk!

I fought to remove my pot-bellied portly paunched body from the £300 second-hand recliner with surprising ease this morning. And off for an SSWW (Short-sharp-Wee-wee) Spotting a couple of dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) as I did do. Had a spray around with the cough-inducing Sanmex bug-killer spray, then washed and antisepticised the hands and contact points.

To the kitchen to do the Health Checks, take the medications and brew-up.


WDP I had a bit of exasperation in trying to get the flipping sphygmomanometer to work. It took a few tries before it operated for me. This may account for the high Sys and Dia and pulse results? Perhaps, mayhap, perchance, conceivably, or not.

Back to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne duties. All good, apart from a little bleeding again from the fungal lesion. Ailments, including Back-Ache-Brenda, once more being kind to me. These good starts to the day worry me… they never last long! Oy-Vey!

I got on to updating yesterday’s blog, straight away because I knew it was going to cost me a lot of time, with the photographs and a lot of things happening on Thursday.

Apart from the odd SSWW and making brews of tea that I allowed to get cold repeatedly, it took me until around 05:00hrs to get it finished and posted off, Ah-well!

I had a bash on the WordPress Reader, once again some great stuff on there.

I got the mushrooms and cut some turnip slices and added them with the fungus in the crock-pot.

Updated the Facebook albums, and went on the TFZ site.

WDP Then made a start on this blog. This is when the Virgin Internet again went dead slow, in an insulting sort of way. I’m sure I heard the mocking voice of the Chairman of the company, Mr Fries, the man who is on (Note, I didn’t say earns!) a $111.9 million salary, laughing at me! I’d call him an incapable con-man, but seeing his photo, I think he must be connected to the Mob! Lucky for him I’m impecunious coward struggling to his ever-increasing charges, so cannot get over to have it out with him. I haven’t got a passport anyway. Hehe!


5Fri003aI made a Morrison order for next Thursday twixt 1200 > 1300hrs.

I made another mug of tea and stood out on the new balcony to view the scenery and make sure I drank this one. There was a lot of activity below. Maybe the men were here to repair the Fire Alarm for us? They all looked to be electrical logos on the vans down there.

I had a bit of bother opening the window, and more in closing it. Trapped another finger this time. Tsk!

Checked on the mushroom and turnips in the slow-cooker.

Nodded off at the computer for a few minutes, luckily I didn’t fall out of the chair.

Health Checks and medications sorted out.

Sister Jane rang. Nice chinwag about this and that. Nice of her to phone.

Set about sorting the nosh. Just laying out the plate, when my old mate Michael rang the intercom from in the lobby. Shame about the food, but this was nothing compared to having a chinwag with Mike and hearing what he’s been up to. Bless him, for calling to see me.

WDP After Michael left, I meant to take his photograph out of the balcony window. But as I pulled back the spring clip holding the window shut, somehow in my usual ‘Cock-it-up’ fashion, it sprang back, and the edge stuck under my fingernail, making me jump, drop the camera and clouted my head against the frame. Eizel! By the time I recovered and got up off of the wooden slats and looked out… He had gone!

5Fri004When I’d recovered later, I took this picture of the spot that Michael had parked. The Wilmott Dixon lads now occupied it. I presume that Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius and Ian Incharge were down there somewhere. 

Then I had fun trying to close the window again. Tsk!

As I was about to get the food sorted again, the sun came out strongly, so I got the camera and tried to do a panoramic shot of the view.


WDP I ended up with a lot of reflective twinkles from the sun coming from behind and hitting the windows I imagine. Shame about that, it could have been a good photographicalisation, too. Tsk!

5Fri006I did the last of the Health Checks, and the medicationalisationing was done. I took an extra Codeine tonight, as the head was still aching from my side-headbutting the new balcony window frame. Hehehe!

I got the nosh sorted at last. Apart from the chips which I’d left in the oven on a low light, the turnips and mushrooms were stone cold. But, believe it or not, they went down well, and I enjoyed them all the same. Might be because I was in better spirits after Jane phoning and Michael had paid me a visit.

 I checked the programmes on the TV, and there were some I wanted to watch. (He says, knowing full well this was not going to happen!) I put the tray with the well-emptied plate and things on the chair. Thought I’d watch the first of the programmes (A US Bizzare Murders) then get the washing up done.

Fell asleep as the programme started and didn’t actually see any of it! Humph!

Inchcock – Sat 27 Oct 2018:


Saturday 27th October 2018

Saterdag 27 Oktober 2018

0100hrs: Woke up with a bit of the Shaking Shaun bother going on. By the time they had stopped, the brain had joined in, and things could be assessed. Hippy Hilda was far much more relaxed this morning, only Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding a tad, was of any concern. No Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis… physically I felt rather good.

I even disentangling my obesely potbellied short torso with its fluid filled legs and dangly arms from the £300 second-hand recliner was without toe-stubbings, or knocking anything off of the Ottoman! Smug-Mode Adopted! I went into Super-Smug-Mode when I noticed I had the cheese biscuit pot on the side, and I had only nibbled a couple of them!

WD181.9.9 The Super-Smug-Mode did not last long. Off to the wet room for a wee-wee, that turned out to be a Porcelain Throne session by the time I got there. Hehe! The evacuation went well, but I had to accinge my loins when sorting and medicating the haemorrhaging fungal lesion. A disagreeable and unsettling experience. Why so much bleeding this morning? Maybe the INR Warfarin level had got too high? With them now doing less frequent blood tests to save money, does concern me. This may explain the pallidity of my skin? Took me ages to clean up the splattered red liquid from me, the floor, sink and WC! Humph!  You can see why I permanently keep overstocked with kitchen towels. A good job my friend had kept me in a good supply of PP’s, too.

Ah, well, I pressed on to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.


6Sat01The sphygmomanometer took four tries to get it to operate.

WD181.9.9 Every test resulted in an increase. Syn, Dia, Pulse, Temperature and Weight! Grumble-clunk!

WD181.9.9 Took the medications from the drawer, and realised I had not taken last nights doses. So, I took them straight away and will take the morning ones later on. What a Shmo!

I carried out an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles patrol, Sanex Killer spray to hand, of course. I started in the wet room. Where I came across many dead weevils, spread all over the floor, but they were only very tiny ones? Then into the spare room, and found just a few dead and live ones, on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, the carpet, the clothes rack and on the scales! These Weevils were bigger beetles. To the kitchen, again not many seen, but they were al tiny weevils and dead? I wonder what’s going on with them? I’ll get the carcases hoovered up later when the noise will not bother any neighbours.

Made a brew of English Breakfast Tea, and got the computer going. Started to finalise the Friday blog, and got it posted off to WordPress.

WD181.9.9 When it came to starting this post going, I realised I had not got any advance templates made-up! So I did this as I went along, getting up to here. Then began to create some templates for future use. A long, monotonous (and for me, a usually error-ridden) job, but so helpful later on to have them ready.

Three hours, two mugs of tea and three wee-wees later, I’d got caught up. Haha!

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6Sat24Weariness and fatigue arrived so early today.

I got the nosh prepped and served up.

As part of my ‘Lose-Weight-Inchock’ campaign, I cunningly used a smaller dish, so that hopefully the food would look more than it actually was. I don’t know if it was for this reason, but I didn’t eat it all?

Mushrooms smoked back bacon and tomato passata. Three slices of bread, but I only ate two of them.

Got the pots washed and sat down. I put the TV on and commenced watching some absolute rubbish, and still, I could not get to sleep! Although I did manage a lot of little nodding-offs. Later, as ‘Britains most Evil Killers’ came on Freeview channel eleven for me to take an interest in viewing… I fell asleep!

Inchcock – Monday 22nd October 2018: Laundry done. Good Hobble and photographicalisationing session


Monday 22nd October 2018

Scots Gaelic: Diluain 22 Dàmhair 2018

0000hrs: Woke, feeling much better than last night. The mind had given back a limited amount of control to my brain. A degree of appetence had returned.

I lay perched on top of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, appreciative that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were both absent.

1Mon001I decided that an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle assessment would be a good idea, first task!

A wee-wee was needed, so I started the reconnaissance patrol in there.

Amazingly, I found only two live weevils, no live ones in there, and, the possible reason why; a tiny spider. Whether this minuscule arachnid would be big enough to actually eat one of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, Hmm. I wouldn’t have thought so? I left him or her to it anyway, just in case, he was searching for his breakfast.

1Mon01To the spare room, and found ten or so dead weevils on the light and view-blocking new window ledge and two live ones on a box. I dispatched them to snout-beetle heaven.

To the kitchen, and found only three dead ones! But there was a large LadyBug on the light and view-blocking new window ledge. I left the Ladybird in peace. Who knows, the reduction in the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle this morning, maybe thanks to this bug?

Then, as it had grown more urgent now, I finally got to have my wee-wee.

Got the Health Checks done.


1Mon01aaThe readings were down this morning.

Well, all apart from temperature, and the weight, of course!

I must try to get a hobble in today if I can.

Took the medications.

1Mon06 Got the computer on, to finish off and finalise yesterday’s diary… and…


A long time later, it came back on, slowly. I struggled but got the Sunday Diary finished and posted off. Had a go on the WordPress Reader.

P1030618Off to the Porcelain Throne. Excellent Evacuation! Bloodless, and sufficiently substantial enough to allow me to read four pages of the Clarkson book.

I made a start on this blog up to here and chose to get the washing done.

Gathered the things needed and down to the P1030619laundry room. It was a bit nippy this morning!

Nipped outside to take a couple of photographicalisations.

It seemed eerie for some reason, then I heard noises from the trees area and came back in sharpish.

P1030620I noticed the electronic sign near to the lift doors was telling me I could be an Ace Inspector! I’d love to, but there is not enough time every day as it is to do anything else. Due to my habit or hobby of falling asleep earlier each day! Hehe!

Back up to the flat.

Did some more work on this diary.

Then down to move the washing into the dryer.

Back up again to the apartment, and got on with blogging.

I thought about where I could go for my hobble later. I reckon to the arboretum. I’ll get the mallard and pigeon food in the bag now, while I think of it. I can call in Lidl to get some of there tasty Assam Tea bags and bread, as I limp through Carrington, perhaps, if I remember to… will I, though? Maybe, maybe not… or should I… Change of thought took over, off to the wet room for another wee-wee.

Back to the computer, and went on the TFZ Facebook site.

0440hrs: Back down to collect the laundry. Cleaned out the filter and wiped the drum, back again to the flat.

Tried to download some TFZer Halloween graphics to amend and use, then…


Computer turned off. Swore, then went to get the ablutions sorted. Took the black bags to the waste chute.

I decided to have a walk to the Arboretum for sure. Checked that the Mallard and Pigeon were in the bag, made a shopping list for Lidl: Tomatoes, bread or cobs and the Assam Tea (determined not to buy owt not-needed!).

1Mon09I set off, still a bit cool, but the walking should put that right. Along Chestnut Walk and threw a good morning to Wardens Deana and Julie through the window on the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, 1Mon10and residents porta-cabin.

As I turned right onto Winchester Street Hill, the Pavement Parkers had just filled the footpath entirely with their cars!

That was nice of them, I thought!

Between the first vehicle (well, the first eight cars actually) and the mesh-fencing,  they had left about 4 inches for pedestrians to walk in! Grumph!

1Mon11This is where I had to walk down the hill!

Still, only for a few hundred yards, then I got back on the pavement, just in time to cross the road to go down the incline. Oy Vey!

The sun was breaking through and causing some nice views. I did take a photograph that I thought would come out as a ‘Moody’ one. But instead, it disappeared into the ether never to 1Mon12be seen again!

Near Hall Street, anyone parking on the double yellow lines would have had a reasonable excuse. Hehehe!

I limped along onto Mansfield Road. I called into the Continental Food Store, with hopes of finding some of the square lemon sliced cakes on sale. But they had still not got any in stock. Although I did get a lemon croissant. Never tried them before.

1Mon13I got a decent pace on, although I was in no rush, up and over the hill and into Carrington.

A depressing looking hamlet nowadays.

I called into the Lidl shop as planned. And kept Mostly to the shopping list. The Assam tea, tomatoes and White Scottish rolls, I was just tempted by their Lemon & Lime yoghourt and bought one.

1Mon14As I passed the college, a Herbert of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist student young gentleman came close to hitting me as he came from behind at speed.

It gave me a jump, and I called out to him, thanking him. For which I got the two-finger gesticulation in reply. I hoped he might fall off of his pushbike as he wobbled a bit, but no such luck!

1Mon14aAlong to the Gregory Boulevard/Mansfield Road traffic islands junction.

Anne Gyna was playing up a bit, but Hippy Hilda and Lower Backpain Petunia were a lot worse. Hehehe! Like the new name?

Half-way up the hill, I crossed over the road at the pelican lights.

1Mon15Up to Forest Road East and left down North Sherwood Street.

I stopped for w while near the Guinness Trust’s Colville Court. An aged person’s dwelling. I went to see about moving there before I came to Woodthorpe Court. I visited and had a look around and spoke with one of the wardens.

I was impressed with what they offered. The single flats were about the same size as the one I’m in now. A nurse on site 24/7. Communal cooking facilities. Communal lounge with snooker table and TV. Your flat had an option of cleaners weekly. The heaters were not on night-heating. A bus to the 1Mon16supermarket every Tuesday and Friday laid on. The staff do a visual check on you every day; unless you ask them not to. CCTV was internal and external. Hairdresser and laundry service available. I was deciding about whether to go there or not, then they told me the rent. Cor Blimey!

I got to the entrance and into the Arboretum. 1Mon17Walked towards the, what locally is known as Muggers Bridge or Tunnel.

As I walked under the roadway, I could smell an aroma I have never encountered before.

A sweet, yet unpleasantly nasal blocking smell? I suppose the nearest thing I can think of, would be cooking tripe with honey? Just thought I’d mention it.

I viewed the Chinese cannons from a distance. I was going to walk up and have a closer view, but I saw some youths lurking around them.


1Mon19I got to my beloved duck pond eventually, after stopping to smell flowers and looking at wildlife. Squirrels, blackbirds, mice and what I think might have been a mole, as I hobbled to the Mallards.

My heart lifted when I saw that there were many of them there today. Sometimes, like the last visit, when they had all disappeared?

1Mon25I shall only put this one photo of the birds on here because I intend to do another post dedicated to them.

It still amazes me, how the Mallards and Pigeons live together in such Harmony. At the Nottingham Canal, they fight and squabble all the time, then the Canada and Egyptian geese and join in. The Pochards get involved as well.

I spent an hour or so feeding and nattering with them. Hehehe!

The walk up into town set-off Anne Gyna and Lower Backpain Petunia. But once I was on the level, they both eased off for me. I’d just missed the L9, so caught a number 40.

1Mon26I took this bit of Nottingham Nature on St Anns Well Road from the bus window. Bootifull don’t you think?

When we got to Winchester Street, the Gas people had blocked off the up-the-hill side of the road. I got off at the usual stop, and with all the traffic turning off to find a different way through to the Mapperley Top, I got over the road with ease and little danger for a change.

Walked back to the flats, met Doreen. Poor thing was drained and tired. We had a natter though before I had to get a move on to the wet room!

I got in a set about updating this blog.

Made a brew, and took this panoramic type shot from the kitchen window. It looks lovely in the sunshine, but it was not warm at all. Brr!



A decent little hobble today.

Made all the more enjoyable by not having to rush around at it.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Updated this post, which cost me a long time.

Then made up the Arboretum Blog, making it with a bit humorous comments, and posted it off.

1Mon30Got the meal served up.

Prok Knuckle buttered cobs, potato letters and tomatoes with onion salt.

The Asda (Walmart) potato letter were very soft and bland inside. The vanilla and lemon croissant was too sweet but passable. The Scottish buns and Polish pork were great!

Overall flavour-rating, 7.4/10.

Fell asleep with the tray on my bulbous stomach, and somehow or other, it stayed there until I woke up at 0025hrs!

Inchcock – Thursday 4th October 2018: A few panegyric words in praise of the dead evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetles. Social Hour. Then I did some Graphicationalisationing


Thursday 4th October 2018

Norwegian: Torsdag 4 Oktober 2018

0115hrs: I woke, and activation mode was adopted almost instantly. Most pleased to report that the sharp electric-shock-like lower back pains seemed to have eased off a lot in degree, and are now only sharp trapped-nerve-like pains. Humph!

As I dismounted the working again £300 second-hand recliner, I selected to go on an ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles assessment patrol. Pot to collect any dead ones in, and a can of ‘Raid’ Ant & Cockroach killer spray at hand.

4Thu001aWD 194.117.2 The final (Body Count) result, after investigating the wet room, kitchen and spare room, was many dozens of dead corpses and just three live evil ironclads Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

I collated them in a pot I save for this specific task, ready for their final burial and trip to the landfill site. Naturally, I said a few silent words in panegyric form, a sort of eulogy, for the little beasts who are slowly getting some admiration from me. For the fearlessness and persistence shown in their illegal invasion, and so many of them cunningly surviving to bite again, despite all I can throw at them.

I have to admire them for their attack, requisitioning and occupation of every crack and hole left in the plastering up of the new unwanted light and view-blocking windows in the apartment. And, boy, can they breed! Hehe!

WD 194.117.2 I had to try several times to get the sphygmomanometer to work, to do the Health Checks. Ended up changing the batteries. Although those in the machine were not that old? The hemadynamometer would still not operate. I put the old batteries back in and hey-presto, it worked?


The readings were similar to what the previous ones this week, but the HP and weight remain so high.

WD 194.117.2 This was when I got up to make a brew and noticed the half-empty tub of cheese biscuits down the side of the Ottoman. Nocturnal nibbling Again! Feeling penitential and inwardly shamefaced, I mutely muttered a few indecorous words to and about myself! Eizel!

I took the morning medications and made the brew.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy again!

Got the Wednesday post finished and on to WordPress. (2.5 hours)

I went on the WordPress Reader page. Some good stuff on there this morning.

All ready for another mug of tea, I trotted (limped) off to the kitchen.

WD 194.117.2 I realised that earlier when I made the last brew, I’d left the dang hot water tap (faucet) running! No hot water available now, Humph! What a Shmo!

4Thu001WD 194.117.2 As I returned from the kitchen, I was surprised to see that the dang ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting bay beetles had reappeared from the cracks in the floor tiling and under the door stop!

Tenacious or what?

You have to give them credit; they just seem to be sending their ankle-snappers out to get killed first. Tsk!

Had a go on doing a bit of TFZer Facebooking, then got the ablutions done. No shower of course (only 0400hrs) I don’t want to disturb my neighbours.

Sorted the nibble box out, and got the Morrison empty bags out ready for the delivery to arrive (0600hrs > 0700hrs).

4Thu06Did some searching for missing words to replace in the new Personal Word dictionary, for the one that mysteriously disappeared from the computer after the last MS Windows Update arrived.

0738hrs: Mr Morrison came, not so much bought this week.

Then, I attempted a wider-panoramic photo effort from the Kitchen window.



Not too bad a try, I thought. Not up to Tim Price’s quality of course (My photographicalising hero).

I spotted two of the Willmott Dixon lads coming along the road and took a photo of them. Later on, I added the young lady to the graphic, for a bit of fun.

I got the nibble box, and raffle prizes sorted to take with me to the Winwood Social Hour at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, telling Inchcock off Zone, things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from. Somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, and Tenants Socialisation shed.

4Thu07Dropped the black bags down the chute as I left, and down and out into the nippy dim morning.

Not many folks around out there at this moment?

Ah, I bet it is tea-break time, perhaps?

But, no, further along, I bumped into Ian Incharge, and Paulius Plonk-Brewer (hyphenated, the plant driver, nice chaps), and they came up with an idea for a graphic for me to do of Paulius Plonk-Brewer (hyphenated) later.

I poddled to the Social Hour. Got some tickets, put the prizes on the trolley and went round with the nibble-box, having some great chinwags, laughs and gossips on the way. Jenny, Cyndy, Margaret, Frank etc. all seemed to be in fine form. BJ, Bill, William, Doreen and all the folks sounded in good spirits.

I was indeed having a good time.

WD 194.117.2 Unfortunately, it all came to an abrupt, embarrassing end. I sensed the wet warm sensation suddenly, from Harold’s Haemmorhoids.


I had to offer a quick cheerio to the clan, and get back to the flat post-haste, to clean things up. I don’t think I’ve scurried along so fast in a long time. Humph!

I foolishy stopped to take a photo of Woodthorpe Court building as I approached it.

WD 194.117.2 Calamitously, I found when I got inside, that the bleeding was much worse than I thought. What a picklement I got myself into. What a Shlimazel! It took me ages to get things sorted out, but I got there in the end. I got stripped and under the shower and cleaned up. Obviously, the PPs needed changing. I had to throw the trousers away and adorn another pair. If only I had not stopped to take that photograph, Humph! I might have made it to the wetroom just in time to avoid such a regrettable incident, the mess and the accompanying stigma and ignominy.

I felt a bit better after I was all cleansed and redressed.

I went on CorelDraw to do the humorous doctorisationing of the photo of Plant Perambulator Paulius Plonk-Brewer (hyphenated). Hehehe! Hope he likes it.


Got on with updating this post, until the tiredness arrived.

I received a call from the surgery receptionist. Who did not give me the new doses for the Warfarin, or the test result, but got me to change my appointment day from Tuesday 9th October at 0900hrs, to Monday 8th October same time. I agreed and thanked her. Then I wrote the modified the date on a card and stuck it on the TV screen, and altered the Google Calendar.

4Thu23This got me thinking, and I realised I had not had the Anticoagulation Therapy Result Card yet either. So I popped to the door and found the card on the carpet.

Most confusing – the Next Test Date on the Anticoagulant Service result sheet was given as 30 October? Feeling all ferdrayt now!

4Thu24Got the nosh sorted.

Mini-waffles, vegetarian sausage and a bean stew of sorts, with tomato passata. Brown thins, apple, Lemon dessert, and clementine juice. Not one of my better vittles tastewise, but I at it all up.

A 6.5/10 Flavour-Rating is the best I could give it.

4Thu25Did the Health Checks.

As I pulled the curtains to, I noticed I had now got rain spots and bird feathers inside the pod. I think the boards might warp with the rain getting in too.

I’m not looking forward to cleaning the bay windows when I can get out onto the pod (Balcony). There is over a years-worth of bird-poo, dead insects, spilt plaster and building debris, grot, detritus and gubbins to get off of the already scratched glass. Tsk!

Sleep came almost instantly as I settled into the £300 second-hand recliner to watch the A-Team on the telly.

Inchcock Today – Thur 27th Sept 2018: Not a bad day, despite the Fauxpas & Whoopsiedangleplops. Hehe!


Thursday 27th September 2018

Zulu: NgoLwesine 27 Septemba 2018

0030hrs: I woke in a non-adiaphorous, semi-healthy condition physically. But a tad feeble and fragile cerebral-wise.

4Thu02WD66.54.7 The only concern physical, was the change in the mysterious… er, erm, whatever it is, that I spotted last night, growing to the left of the tibia, in my left leg below the knee?

It has gained an artistic colouration around the outside of it now. I wonder if the Tate Gallery would be interested? If they can show a stack of house bricks as art, as they did in the Bricks Display controversy of 1976, when my leg, I believe, is far more genuinely artistic than house bricks?

On closer inspection, it still looks like it could be an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetle that has dug itself into the flesh. (Only joking, but it does look a little like one, Haha!) The fluid retention in the leg has gone down somewhat; has the giant Weevil been drinking in there? LOL!

The mind decided not to go off on one of its roundabout mixed thoughts and fears tours this morning.

I spotted the note I can’t remember leaving on the TV screen, to remind me that the Morrison delivery is due twixt 0630>0730hrs, Foot Lady Sue at 0900hrs and the Winwood Social at 1000hrs.

Out of the now working £300 second-hand recliner again to the kitchen, and tended to the Health Checks.


4Thu001aThe readings were all similar to of late, apart from a further increase in the weight. Tsk!

The summons to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

A somewhat messier evacuation than of late, and a bit more liquified. So a Dia-Limit capsule was taken with the morning’s medications.

4Thu03I went on an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetle search, in all three rooms. Finding only three alive, but dozens of dead ones, all smaller ones.

WD66.54.7 Unfortunately the biggest beast I found alive, was running up the clothing on my coat rack! The spray was utilised, both Rentokil and the Raid ones, all over the place, everywhere. Danged varmints! I can see some stuck, dead and alive, on the outside of the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows, on the inside of the plastic covering left on them. Evidence methinks that they did come from outside in the first place.

I had a wash and shaved etc. early, a stand-up naturally, I do not want to disturb the other residents so early with the noise of the shower and drain.

Got on with finalising yesterdays diary and got it posted off.

WD66.54.7 As I began this update, the Morrison chap arrived at 0725hrs. I put the things away. They had substituted the Potato Rostis with Roast Potatoes. No print-out was left, so I do not know if they charged me right or not. Ah, I found one on the email, sorry. I’ll ask Sister Jane to complain and explain that I am getting fatter all the time and should not eat roast potatoes as they are a lot fattier than potato rostis! Hahaha! I was going to send them back but foolishly accepted them. Ahem!

Got the stuff put away, I now have a cram-filled fridge and freezer once again.

WD66.54.7 Carried on with this update. But, oh dearie me, the internet went all dead-slow on me again!


About half-an-hour later it came on a bit better, just about manageable. I am a Schnook!

A little later, from outside, sounds that were dead ringers for the what the wheel-tappers made in the 1960’s started. Of course with the mind not having its little wander earlier as it usually would, it went off bringing so many memories back to me, of those far-off days. Not that they were happy, but one tends to be selective and search for odd not-so-bad times, doesn’t one?

I made next weeks Morrison order up while waiting and hoping that Foot Lady Susan would not arrive late and block my getting to the social hour.

.. She arrived late. Tsk! Told me she’d try to phone me last night, but she rang too late to catch me awake, to inform me she’d be coming late today. Not that it would have avoided me getting to the Social Hour late, anyway.

The gal did my feet, and much better they felt afterwards. I paid the lady and set off belatedly to the Social Hour.

4Thu07Despite being in a rush, the morning sunshine, clouds, and Winwood Heights deserved a photograph taking of it.

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, hut. Where I got a round of applause from the tenants for being so late. Hehehe!

The raffle was just coming to an end when I added my two prizes. I handed round the nibble box and had a good few chinwags as I did so. 

Jenny was looking good. BJ was there, back from his holiday.

Said my farewells and made my way back to the flats, calling at Roy’s apartment to see how he was going with his recovery from his operation. His better half and Roy were eating when I arrived, which made me feel a bit of a fool for not thinking about the time of day it was, that I’d called on them. I felt guilty about that. They were kind about being disturbed, though. Roy looked a bit better now, and his wife was seemingly coping well with looking after him, bless them.

Back to my flat, and saw the little cheque from the Inland Revenue that needed depositing in the bank, that I’d forgotten about earlier. So, I hastened out again with it in my pocket and set off on a walk down the hill into Sherwood.

 Not realising I still had my reading glasses on, which proved a bit awkward seeing things. Humph!

4Thu07aThis picture on the left,  shows the bright blue skies and local dwellings in the valley, on the corner of Chestnut Way and Winchester Street. The allotments being front below.

A grand morning weatherwise.

4Thu08I made my way down the hill and spotted a new piece of Nottinghamian Street Art. It was located where the workers park their cars each working day.

I plodded on and was soon in the queue at the bank. Where, the wait, gave me time to ponder over the ‘Meaning of life’ and ‘Are there any honest politicians left.’ Haha!

I got the business done, albeit with so much more chin hair than I had when I entered the bank and decided to visit the Charity Shops in Sherwood on Mansfield Road. Plenty for me to choose from. In search of a DVD of the film called The Negotiator.

None of the establishments had a copy of the film in stock. The first shop I called in, had some small mugs on sale, and I got one I liked that looked less drippable than the others. I spotted a watch with a tatty strap, and a chipped and rusty casing. The reason I bought it was two-fold. First, it was laid out to be read quickly, with numbers, not marks. Secondly, it was only £2!

WD66.54.7 I went to the gentleman at the counter and asked him to unlock the display case and show me the watch, which the obnoxious-git did, reluctantly and forcing himself to talk to me through gritted teeth. He then told me the mugs were four for so much, I can give a donation to make up the money! I gave the ignorant animal a fiver and walked out while he was saying something to me, that I had no interest in listening to. Such a rude gentleman he was. But I didn’t bear any grudges, for all I know he might have had a death in his family, was feeling poorly or just hated Bald hearing-aid-wearing, bespectacled old men? I hope he feels better soon.

My first wristwatch for 55 years!

4Thu09I plodded up the road to the Sue Ryder Charity Shop and had a look around. They had a Red Dwarf series One DVD that I bought.

Then up to pelican lights and crossed over the road and into the Oxfam Charity shop. Nothing in there.

Down to the Mind Charity shop and bought a 4Thu11Naked Gun trilogy DVD. Why, I don’t know, cause I can’t stay awake to watch the DVDs or the TV. Klutz!

Up the hill towards the bus stop, passing the area where the dog-fight altercation took place yesterday. All was quiet, and the street beggar and his mobile phones and woof-woof were not 4Thu10there today.

In fact, there was nobody about at all!

Got to the bus stop and was joined by Doreen and another resident.

We had a good natter before catching the L9 up and back to the flats.

4Thu12As we got to Chestnut Way, I was impressed with the driver’s skills in getting the vehicle through to the bus stop, by the parked up delivery lorries blocking access.

I’m not apportioning any blame anywhere here folks. Just admiring how the driver coped with the obstructions.

4Thu13aaThe sun was still strong, and it was lovely and warm. This can’t last, I feel sure!

We alighted the bus, and I exchanged a few words with the residents getting on the bus.

I stopped to take this panorama shot of the complex. It’s coming on now.


I hobbled along and caught up with Doreen and a bloke tenant, and we had a chinwag as we made our way up in the lift.

The sudden daily weariness arrived as I was doing the Health Checks and medicine taking.

4Thu14Prepared the nosh; smoked bacon, vegetarian sausages and canned tomatoes.

Even I find it hard to believe how quickly I fell asleep in the £300 second-hand now working again, recliner.

I woke up later and did the last Health Checks then pt the Red Dwarf DVD on. Managing to watch two episodes before nodding off again!

Inchcock Today -Tue 25th Sept 2018: Whoopsiedangleplops early. A few nice photographs taken, though.


Tuesday 25th September 2018

Danish: Tirsdag den 25 September 2018

0000hrs: A wee-wee was needed the instant I stirred into semi-life, and awaited the brain joining in with me.

WD 4.137.194 My usual manoeuvering from the £300 second-hand archaic recliner had to be rechoreographed this morning. Due to the mechanicals and electricals, stopping mid-way through the lifting operation, with a disturbingly egregious scrunching sound, and the excessive amount of fluid in both legs. Tsk!

Comical would be the best word to describe my efforts at getting out and up on my feet. It was trial and error to a great degree. Finding out which would be the optimum manipulations to take to avoid the legs being bent the least took a while and few painful and abandoned routes tried. In need of a wee-wee forced me to rush the job, and caused a fair bit of hassle in the pain stakes. But, out and up, I did manage to get. It took me a while, and I got to the wet room in time for the five-second short-sharp wee-wee. Makes yer sick, dunnit!

2Tue04I collected about ten weevil corpses from the wet room floor and one from the sink. No lives one seen.

Into the spare room, around twenty little weevils dead on the unwanted light and view limiting new window ledge. All tiny ones.

I took this photograph of the morning scene.

I checked the kitchen. Only about twelve dead baby weevils, and just one bigger live one on the on the unwanted light and view limiting new window ledge. He or she was too quick for me to catch.

Aug18iWD 4.137.194 Then, back into the front room to investigate the £300 second-hand recliner failure. Unbelievable as it sounds, I tried the buttons first, and it worked! I was flabbergasted!

I was sure I was pressing the right buttons earlier. Why the grinding noise? I repeatedly tried again, and it still worked everytime I tried? I searched for anything that might have got stuck inside or underneath, but found nothing, Ghosts? Aliens? Had I gone bonkers?

WD 4.137.194 Then getting back up after delving into the works, on my knees, both patellas, the fluid-filled legs, Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, and the elbow when I knocked against the arm of the chair, all combined to give me some more bother. I decided to take some extra painkillers when I take the medications.

A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived then. A loose, messy affair. I opted to take some Dia-Stop tablets as well.

At this point, the EQ told me this was going to be a day of anguish! Hehehe! I took the medications and then did the Health Checks.


WD 4.137.194 Gawd heavens! This did not cheer me up at all. The Sys still up! The weight was even higher than ever!

WD 4.137.194 Got the computer on, to find… I’m just having any good luck yet, am I?


I went on TFZer Facebooking. It took me hours to get the photographs on.

WD 4.137.194 It wasn’t so slow on WordPress, though. I managed to get yesterdays blog updated and sent off, but it took me another two hours! Gone 0700hrs by the time I’d finished it! Grumph! What next I thought to myself. It didn’t take long for me to find out.

2Tue02fWD 4.137.194 I made a much-needed brew of tea and didn’t check on the sell-by date or condition of the pasteurised milk contents.

Then, when I was searching for some individual pots of milk I thought I had, I spotted that a jar of tomato and bacon cooking sauce had also ‘Gone-Off’. Tsk!

I’ll have to go out today and get some more milk. Far too late to get the ablutions done and still catch the first bus now. I might as well get some other fodder in at the same time, make it a shopping trip. Oh, I’ve got to call at the bank sometime too.

2Tue05I got the potatoes in the crockpot cooking on a low setting.

Went to get the ablutions sorted. Once again, a messy affair. I did get a few cuts under the chin when shaving, but they hardly bled at all. This was symptomatic to me that the INR level may be too high. So, tonight I will take a half-a-warfarin tablet less with my medications. I’m sure I’ll remember, Ahem!

I took the black bags to the chute, and went down with a bag of recyclable and dropped them at the caretaker’s door. I actually saw the caretaker this morning, on his phone of course, but he did respond to my “Good morning, you okay?”

2Tue07The day looked surreal. Bright sunlight, shadows, not cold at all either.

Plenty of vehicular traffic, getting in a tangle with themselves and the drivers seemingly discussing who had the right of way. We pedestrians didn’t seem to get in their way as had to use the road as a footpath. But it is wise to try and keep your attention on the vehicles at all times. Tsk!

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. I was the only person there, apart from in the office, Brigadeführeress Warden Julie and a lady from Winchester Court talking. I just said a Good Morning and handed out the nibbles.

I took a seat in the big room and got my crossword book out. Margaret and hubby arrived, Big John, Penny, Doreen and several others over the next few minutes. Margaret helped me out with one of the crosswords I’ve been trying to finish for ages. We had a laugh or two, then out to the bus stop. Where a regiment of Winwood residents had ganged up waiting for the buses.

The Bestwood bound vehicle filled up with folks, and then emptied down the hill in Sherwood, leaving me all alone. Hehe!

2Tue07bI took this shot, with the old camera (Not sure why I’ve started using this old Sony again?) while the bus was manoeuvering across the ring-road traffic island.

The James Hunt style bus driver soon had me in Arnold. Dropping me off bruised from the dodgem-ride.

I poddled to the Wilko store, where I got three more of the Special Offer Priced Raid Bug Killer sprays, and a large cheap saucepan and lid. I can boil the bags of lamb shanks again now I’ve got a saucepan big enough! I burnt the last one. Humph!)

2Tue08aI paid the lady with vacant staring eyes, and out up Front Street and had a look in the Chambers butchers to see if they had any of their home-baked belly pork slices. Which they did, and I bought five slices. I have a weakness for this shops roasted sliced belly pork.

Coughed up the payment and out along the same road to the Iceland Store, avoiding several mobility-scooters and pavement cyclists 2Tue09and called at Iceland. Where I purchased lamb shanks and pork ribs, both with a good shelf life of a couple of weeks on them.

Got a bit of change from a tenner, too.

Then further along Front Street and into the Asda (Walmart) Supermarket. Got some goodies for the nibble-box refilling. Apples, Bic razors, seasoned potato slices, two mini lemon 2Tue10desserts, and cheese twists. PAid the lady the £15.11 and made my way through the car park to the bus stop on High Street.

I couldn’t resist taking a shot of these new signs put up by the Police.

I did not see a single Police Officer on my journeys all day. Still, I bet these signs will scare the pickpockets, the muggers and shoplifters! Humph! Incidentally, the signs had been vandalised and were flapping about in the wind.

Arriving at the bus shelter, I realised that I had a good while to wait. The three photographs I tried to take of the passengers in the queue, were refused to be recorded by the camera? Black screen with the small unreadable message in off-white on screen? I thought, well that’s the end of the Sony Cybershot, then. Sob!

2Tue11The cheerless, irritable bus-jerking driver soon had us back at the flats. (Although most of us were nervous jibbering wrecks by then)

I thought of Jeremy Clarkson and his ‘Guest in a reasonably priced car’, for some reason as this vehicle belted along Chestnut Way?

Just as well, as Willmott Dixon’s ‘Eric Incharge’ appeared seconds later, guiding a large plant vehicle out of a gate from the Extra Care Build compound.

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By the time I had got inside the flat, I had realised that anything requiring concentration or effort was out of the questions for me now. I felt abruptly drained again, mentally and physically.

I had a shot-sharp wee-wee. Did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder and acquisitions away and got the oven on with the spare ribs cooking.

2Tue12dEyes too big for the stomach again. Tsk!

The ribs I’d seasoned with Hoisin sauce, and were terribly messy to eat, but delicious!

WD 4.137.194 I’d undercooked the green beans, the tomatoes were bland, overcooked the potatoes, the apple was bitter. The jar of lemon mousse had gone off!

On the brighter side, the fresh orange juice was pleasantly not too sweet and had a tang to it. The Lemon dessert I bought today at Asda, was so flavoursome! The aforementioned better bits of the meal meant I still gave a Taste-Rating 0f 8.5/10.

Put the things into the washing up bowl to soak and took a look to see if there was anything worth watching on the goggle-box. I fell asleep looking at the schedule for Freeview.

Woke and got the last Health Checks done, took the medications.

WD 4.137.194 While doing this, I put the kettle on for a cuppa, and realised I had not got the one thing I went out for, milk!

Back in the recliner to watch some TV. I reckon I nodded off within minutes again. Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Mon 24th Sept 2018: Old Central Market Pictures today!


Monday 24th September 2018

Greek: Δευτέρα 24 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018

0004hrs: WD0.51.102 1Mon001Woke up, in need of a wee-wee. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and felt the crunching under my feet. Klutz! I was treading on and crushing some biscuits, my favourites too, Scottish Shorties, fall had fallen out of the biscuit pot with the lid off, that had apparently tumbled off of the chair. Nocturnal Nibbling Again? Tsk!

I couldn’t vacuum them up this early, or late, whichever way you look at it.

Another cold night. I got the woolly hat and slippers on.

Off for the wee-wee eventually, with the biscuits Accifauxpa delaying me, I only just got there in time. Phew!

In the wet room, I collected eight dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and chased three very live ones that were too fast for me.

I washed up and went into Action-Man-Mode, on a search and destroy mission after the evil weevils in the kitchen and spare room. The kitchen produced two live ones captured, and around fifteen dead bodies collected. The spare room provided a lot of dead carcases, and just one live beetle.

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The Raid Kill Spray did a good job this time. I resprayed in all areas, washed my dandies and got on with the Health Checks. Hopefully, the effects of the ‘Raid’ killer spray does not give me pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Hehe!


WD0.51.102 Blimus! The weight had shot up to a new record high? The pulse was a bit fast, too. Depressed meself now. Humph!

Took the medications and off to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy affair. Huh!

Computer switched on and started this diary off. Then went to update yesterday’s log. Four hours later, I got the Sunday post finished off and posted. I didn’t mean for this tale of woe to be so long, but I got carried away elucidating on things. Sorry folks.

I visited the WordPress Reader section and looked at a comment or two.

Back to the wet room, and a decent session on the Porcelain Throne. During which I started to read the ‘Catastrophe’ book, but the brain went all vagarious on me. Just about all things that I deliberated over, feared, loathed and was frustrated about came to mind. Somehow, I felt drained afterwards? Most strange! Of course, no solutions or plans of action were adopted.

7Sun25aWashed the hands and face, and off to the kitchen.

WD0.51.102  A tip here for you folks, bit of advice, like: When squashing an unusually large looking Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle as it foolishly runs by close to you on the counter… make sure that it is actually an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle before 1Mon03crushing it with your finger against the hard worktop.

I don’t know what it was, but this picture from the internet is the closest to what the thing looked like. Lummox!

Back to the tale; after pressing hard and lifting my finger, the blooming thing just carried on his way, but at a faster rate of knots, toward the holes in the plasterwork in the window corner. But he’s much too big to get through, so where did he or she go? I hope these Panzer-built-like things haven’t decided to illegally immigrate as the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles have? Oh dearie me!

1Mon04Getting ready to go to get the ablutions done, I think I realised at least part of the cause of my sudden increase in weight.

WD0.51.102 The water retention in the legs has returned! I’d gone from chicken-legs back to the stumpy-legs overnight. And I seem to have more blood in the left leg than the right one? Distemperature of some sort? Ooher! And leaky toes? Hehehe!

Dang, it! The Oedema has been no bother for weeks, now its back. Phwert!

The ablutions went well, apart from Little Inchies Fungal lesion still bleeding a bit. But nothing that the PPs can’t handle.

1Mon05Got things ready and set off out. With two black bags of rubbish, rinsed empty jars for the recycle bin and a bag of recyclable gear.

I manoeuvred my way from the foyer door, through the maze of scaffolding and deposited the bags of rubbish, and put the recycle bag and empty jars in the receptacles.

Next I gingerly negotiated my way around a delivery lorry back onto the roadway (There is no footpath available), and navigated my way around the parked cars and confusion of fences and barriers along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptsturmführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, telling Inchcock off Zone, things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.

I got the crossword book out. The hut soon filled up with residents, and a chat and laugh or two were had. Out to the bus stop, where many more folks were waiting for the buses to arrive. I could remember some of the names, too. Cindy, Dora, Penny, Newkie, Paul, Bill and Welsh William. The other fifteen I could not recall the names of. Sad, innit?

We filled the City Bound bus up, and Penny allowed me to sit next to her. A good chinwag and laugh on the journey to town.

1Mon06I got off on Upper Parliament Street and crossed over the pedestrian lights and up Glasshouse Street.

A sorrowful sight this road is nowadays. An abandoned part of the City of Nottingham. A muggers delight. All the closed down shops… a wretched heart-breaking scenario.

The times when the old Central Market, with its fish stalls, floral stalls and everything in between offered at reasonable prices. And those little cafes, the record shops, the hardware stalls, fruit and veg on offer… Such a missed market by all who remember it.

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I stood a while with the memories flooding back. I used to buy records from the market. Ricky Nelson, Adam Faith, Billy Fury, Elvis, Anthony Newley, Dean Martin, Nat King Cole, Craig Douglas, Gene Pitney, Roy Orbison, Cliff Richard, Shadows, John Leyton, Bobby Vee, Frankie Vaughan, Jess Conrad, Frankie Avalon, Connie Francis, Paul Anka, Brenda Lee, Del Shannon, Ray Charles, The Shirelles, Frank Ifield, Helen Shapiro, Four Seasons, Acker Bilk, Ken Coyler, Bix Biderbecke… Ah, the memories flooded back!

WD0.51.102 So much so, as I shook myself out of my daydreaming reverie, I nearly walked into a car as it was turning into the side street.

I hobbled to the Aldi store on Huntingdon Street and spent some dosh. I came out with Some nibbles for the box, a pork pie, a yoghourt, tomatoes, sugar snap peas, brown sandwich thins, lemon flapjacks and for the first time, I tried some German Rye Bread to make my pork and tomato sandwiches of.

1Mon07aSo, £9.66 lighter off, I made my way over the road and through the Victoria Centre on to Milton Street. Where the shadows and sunshine created an excellent chance to try to take a ‘Moody’ photograph.

Using the old Sony Cybershot again today, I had no idea what it would come out like (or of course any pictures I took today), as there is not a viewfinder on this model of camera.

1Mon07bI had a limp around the slab square taking two photographs that just didn’t come out at all, just a splodge of colours?

I got to the bus stop and took a shot of the Council House from the shelter on Queen Street. Made a right non-success of this one, too! Ah-well.

1Mon08Cindy got on the bus en route.

 I’d just got out the camera to take a shot of what I saw ahead at the Co-op filling station because I anticipated there being a kerfuffle or something like that going on. So, I caught her as she came on the L9.

1Mon07cAs we drew level with the Co-op shop and filling station, there was no bother or accident, just some chaps fitting a new sign above the petrol pumps, I think.

WD0.51.102 For the rest of the journey back to the flats, I’m afraid I had another of the ‘Blank Spells’. For the life of me I cannot recall anything of the bus ride from Mapperley Top to Chestnut Way or getting off of the bus. Now, I will definitely inform the doctor on my next visit.

1Mon10I was walking along Chestnut Way when things came back to normal.

I see Cindy in this photograph ahead of me, but cannot recall the event at all, or taking the photo. I hate it when this happens!

LAter in the morning when I started this update, I found another photograph I knew nothing about, but have a distant inkling that I 1Mon09was talking to Cindy when I took it?

But what it was that fascinated or caused me to take this picture on the left, in the first place, I don’t know.

I had a short-sharp wee-wee, and a rinse and things came fully back into focus again, brain-wise.

I thought that just maybe Cindy can advise me if anything happened untoward while I was off on my short escape from reality? Hope I didn’t do or say anything wrong!

Got the Health Checks done and medications take, then realised I had not taken the midday doses. Ah-well too late now.

2Tue001There a good few Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle corpses in the kitchen, I cleared them up and resprayed with the ‘Raid’ bug killer. 

Then, did the wet room, about ten dead in there, no live ones, though.

To the spare room, and found plenty, masses of dead baby weevils and two much bigger ones that were alive. The blighter got away!

Cleaned my self up and washed.

1Mon12Then I got the meal ready, an all-cold affair tonight. So no hassle in preparing it.

I made as planned, a black rye bread sarnie with pork and tomato content. Sugar snap peas, half a pork-pie, chip sticks, gherkin slices, tomatoes and apple. Followed by a lemon yoghourt and a lemon flapjack.

This is the first time I’ve tried flapjacks – and it will be the last. As for the German black Rye Bread, it was not easy to eat, as it crumbled so readily when I picked them up. And I am still undecided about the taste of it, very crumbly texture that I found a bit bland and unstimulating, yet enjoyed it. (Is that an oxymoron?)

Anyroad up, I ate it all, bar the yoghourt. I’d put it to one side while I gobbled the fodder and forgot all about it. Nebekh!

Did the Health Checks. Then washed the pots. Looked at the TV programmes and spent half an hour picking out what to watch.

Into the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

Turned on the TV, and fell asleep within minutes.