Inchcock Today – Friday 30 March 2018

Friday 30 March 2018

Armenian: Ուրբաթ 30 Մարտի 2018

0235hrs: Woke feeling a bit cold and coughing. Then realised, as the brain slowly stuttered into a life of sorts, I was wearing my trousers and not the jammie bottoms? Remembered then, about last night’s farce, and understood why. The mind refused to operate logically, but the body seemed to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner of its own accord. Off for a wee-wee. The brain engaged when the lesion started bleeding. Cleaned and medicated things and to the kitchen.

5Fri001Kettle on, and took this photo of the morning view. The blue moon sneaking through the thick clouds. The lift from the new build site seemingly pointing this out to me.

The ailments were all being nice to me. A bit worrying this. Hehe!

5Fri001bMade a mug of tea, nipped back to the wet room for another wee-wee.

Did the Health Checks. With the INR Warfarin results suddenly being so high, at 4.6, from last weeks 1.1, I hoped the excessive bleeding would not start again.


When I did the graph update for the DVT unit, I noticed that the pulse had been gradually going down for a few days: 98 – 88 – 87 and today down further to 81. I could not help but wonder if this is a sign that the mechanical ticker might be running down? Just a thought.

I got the computer on and began to update the Wednesday diary. Didn’t get it finished until gone 0500hrs.

A sudden demand for the Porcelain Throne was responded to. There was minimal bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. However, when the evacuation was completed the resultant lingering malodorously mephitic aroma had even me, coughing and spluttering.

Started this blog off up to here. Then did some WordPress Reading.


5Fri005There I was, sat sitting waiting and hoping that the Virgin Internet might come back on, and I noticed an incredible looking bird out through the window, that was perched on the scaffolding. I whipped out the SD card from the computer and got it in the camera ready to take its picture. The feathered beast looked like an ornament, all smooth, it was coloured grey with black and white markings at its tail end and around its neck. Only a small creature, about the size of a sparrow. Maybe a little larger. As I began to focus and zoom in on it, in a flash, it was gone! It was like I blinked, seeing it beforehand and it was gone by the time the wink had finished. (Hope that makes sense?) I didn’t even notice it fly off. I’ll have to look up some birds on the internet later. Because this fascinated me.

With it being the holiday weekend, I went to check on the L9 buses and days they will be operating. But…


So I need to get some fresh foods in stock. I must remember to try and see Jenny, and give her some of the meals from the fridge for the poorly lady, Doris I think.

Did the next Health Checks to save time later. Time to get the ablutions done now. Had an excellent scrub-up and got the black bins sorted and dropped in the waste chute. Got prepared and off out to call at the Social Shed to see if Doris might need some of the meals. I can ask Obergruppenfurheress Deana, Untersturmbanfuhrer Julie or Jenny if any one of them is in the hut.

5Fri006Took this photo of the compound, cause I thought it might come out as a ‘Moody’ one. But it didn’t. Hey-ho!

I strolled come limped along slowly to the Warden’s hut. No one there all locked up.

So I proceeded in a downhill Northerly direct on Winchester Street. (Haha!)

This morning the clouds were hidden by a light eerie mist high up in the sky.

Only the plates-of-meat (feet) were giving me any hassle on the way down. They were in a terrible state. However, none of the other ailments caused me any concern at all.

Right and up Mansfield Road and into the Co-op store to see what fresh tomatoes they had on offer. All Spanish (Not tasty, their vegetables this time of year from España) Come think of it, they are pretty lousy tasting any time of the year!

So, I left and hobbled up to the Wilko Store, cunningly avoiding the avaricious Big Issue Seller outside the Co-op. It’s just that someone with three mobile phones asking for money finds me a little unresponsive. I wanted to see how much they (Wilko) charged for Germolid cream if they stocked it, and the same with the dust covers. I can use these in the following upcoming messy jobs to be done in the flat.

I ended up spending £24.70 in the shop! But, I did get a bottle of liquid soap, Garlic capsules, Nasal decongestant, a large Tarpaulin cover, two smaller thinner dust covers, a roll of 40mm black bags, a packet of yoghourt covered peanuts and a small tube of Germoloid Triple Action cream. That cost me £3.50 for a tiny 25g tube. I did a search earlier in-between The Virgin Media Internet going down. Germaloid 25g Triple Actions require payment of £3.99 at Boots, £3.79 at Hyperdrug, 2 for £11.29 on Amazon, and £3.19 plus delivery, whatever that will cost online at Express Chemists. And at BluKoo, they want £5.40 a tube! So, I think I got a bargain. Sadly a deal I shouldn’t have needed, having now received the tube of Anusol Haemorrhoid cream yesterday, that my kind Doctor Vindla supplied for me via a prescription on Thursday. I’ve tried it three times now, but find it very disappointing, ineffective I’m afraid. The Germoloid cream, although I have to pay for it, is so much more useful for me, where the Anusol is not anywhere as beneficial in giving relief, for my Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

I paid the lady on the checkout, and left, walking back down the hill, on the outside of the pavement, thus avoiding the ‘Three Phone’ Big Issue seller again, and to Winchester Street Hill, and started the uphill trek back to the flats. Within a couple of minutes, Anne Gyna let me know her displeasure. I had to keep stopping all the way up the steep, long hill. But, it gave me many opportunities to take some local photographicalisations.


As soon as I turned left onto Chestnut Walk, Anne Gyna started to ease off. And I appreciated this so much, as I slowly returned to my usual magnificently muscled ripped body and energy, and jogged along at a rapid rate of knots, to the Wardens Shed. 1Mon01a Hehehe!

As I found the place still locked-up, it slowly dawned on this Coup de maître of memory-loss, that it was a holiday, Good Friday! Chuffing heck: has Inchcock the Nottingham pensioner lost it or is he still just in the process of losing it?

So, that is the reason why there are no workers or staff on site today! This also means a Saturday bus service today, none on Sunday and none on Monday! What a memerisationalistical nincompoop I am!

5Fri010Feeling discouraged and disappointed in myself, I pressed on limping back to the flat, without seeing a soul around.

I perked up a bit when I saw the electronic information board next to the lifts, though. Seems I did the whole trip down, shopping and got back up the challenging Winchester Street Hill, all in a just over two hours. Although it felt like four hours. Haha!

Got the covers and bits of food stored away, and started to update this diary. For a while anyway, because…


Got on with the last, very early Health Checks.


The pulse-rate continues to fall still. Mmm?

The internet came back on after resetting failed, my turning it all off and starting again solved it.

I tried to go on TFZers on Facebook, but it was so slow, and then, once again…


5Fri012I turned it all off and went into the kitchen, to sort out what would be for dinner later. I opted for bacon and sausage in tomatoes. Had a wee-wee. Checked the door for any mail. An envelope with £2 in it had been posted through the box. It was from Jenny. I assume it was payment as she insisted yesterday, for the Fresh Cream Scones I handed her. Bless her Cotton Socks!

I took the medications and went back to the computer, and it was working again. Updated this blog. It took me ages to get up to here.

Mate BJ rang. Wanted to know if I’d like to go to the Papplewick Pumping Station Steaming with him and David on Sunday. Proof once again of my rotten luck, ill-fortunes and merciless everyday disasters! If Sister Jane and Pete had not changed their day to visit me from Friday to Sunday, I would have jumped at the chance for a half-day out at the PPS and enjoyed it so, I’m sure. Ah well. Too late now. I had to explain things to John, and felt terrible about it.

There was then a dirty-great whooshing sound from somewhere close. I could not make out where from or what it was. Of course, it is impossible with the new windows, to look out and down, although I tried. A little later there were drilling noises from somewhere. I know the workers have the next four days off (Friday to Tuesday) so it won’t be them. It might be Big Bad John? But if it is, he’ll be making the noise in a different room, I think.

Got the bacon in the oven while I worked on the computer. Then when cooked, I added it to the tomatoes in the saucepan, while I wrapped up the computer working.


I savoured the nosh of canned chopped tomatoes with added Balsamic Vinegar and basil, smoked streaky bacon and hot dog sausages with two slices of the Lancashire Thorough Bread.

Put the tray on the other chair and drifted off to sleep while trying to watch something, oh yes, The A-Team, on TV.

6Sat001Woke, and got the pots washed-up.

An eerie mist descended upon Sherwood.

Back to the recliner with a mug of Fresh Orange Juice.

Settled and saw that some Hetty Wainthropp Investigates was coming up on the goggle-box. But, I nodded off when the first set of adverts came on.

Woke as the credits were scrolling down the screen at the end of the last episode of the Hetty Wainthropp Investigates finished. Sacré bleu!

Hearing noises from Big Bad John in the flat above again, put me in a low-mood. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Monday 26th March 2018: Fresh Cream French Horns – Guilty!

Monday 26th March 2018

Latin: Martii Lunae 26 MMXVIII

(0057hrs) But updated to BST 0157hrs: Woke up coughing and sneezing, in a right state. Shaking and shivering for a few minutes. But as the brain engaged with the body thongs returned to normal and there were no signs of sniffles, coughs or sneezes? Had I dreamt this?

With surprising agility, I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into the wet room. Had a wee-wee. Inchies small lesion was tended to, cleaned up, and the PPs were changed. I changed the big clock on the fireplace. Then the one in the kitchen and the one near the computer.

Back to the kitchen, via the wet room for another wee-wee, and got the Health Checks done and medications were taken. Made up the listings for the Haematology Anticoagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis unit.


Updated the Sunday post and got it posted off. A few comments read, appreciated and replied to. Then I went on to the Reader page.

The coughing and sneezing seem to be coming in short little bursts. After a minute or two, I seem to be back to normal, then sometime later, another round starts again? Very odd.

I put on a 1.5hr YouTube Chernoble documentary and watch it all the way through. Why? I’ve no idea.

Ablutions were tackled, medicationalisationing taking the most time. Thank heavens, for the efficient but expensive Germoloid Cream! Hehe!

WDP001A I opened the window as far as I was permitted with the locks 1Mon10still being on, to take a photo of down below to my left. Had to get the camera-strap on the right wrist and thread both hands, one in each break, through the narrow gaps and stick my hands out as far as they would go, then look through the glass at the screen on the back of the Panasonic Lumix. I clouted the left wrist and the right knuckles threading the limbs back in between the plastic covered security-wires!

This served me right! My own silly fault. Especially after saying I would not take any more low photographs from the kitchen window again, because it is too complicated and risky to get out safely with the camera, and hitting my head twice yesterday morning, doing it then! I am a nincompoop!

1Mon14And, also, as-well-as and besides; Can you see the dirty-great window shelves sticking out? The one on my windows is filthy with red dust, bird poo and large deep, dirt filled scratches on it already! But, the worst thing is it blocks the views. Very disappointing, another annoyance, aggravation, bedevilment, bug, vexation, exasperation, frustration, irritation and nuisance. Kindly implemented from the well-intentioned caring Nottingham City Homes and the well paid Willmott-Brown conglomerates, tour de force.

To irritate me more, there is knocking coming now from BBJ (Big Bad John) above. Frown!

I shouldn’t moan really at all. However, the niggles, appointment changes, workmen not arriving when they say they will, changes they make at short notice, the dirt and mess, the noise, the missed… Oh, sorry. I’m bleating, blathering and babbling on again!

Got dressed and made sure the black bags were sorted and placed near the door so I didn’t forget to take them to the chute with me on the way down when I went out.

All ready to go out, and a final double check on the taps, lights, computer, TV, windows, heaters, cooker and crock-pot to make sure I’d not left anything on. And off I went, dropped the bags down the chute, and into the lift. Stood there with my demented mind running off to its own thoughts, fears and frustrations.

WDP001A It was a couple of minutes before I realised I’d not pressed the button for the ground floor. Tut-tut!

1Mon01aOut onto Chestnut Walk on my way to the OBergrippenfhureress Wardens Temporary HQ and Social Shed; I stopped to take this picture of Woodthorpe Court.

I didn’t see any tenants all the way to the hut. This seemed almost strange to me. Plenty of workmen milling about, though.

Got inside the hut and offered a cheery Good Morning to the wardens in the little room. Only three tenants in there. Plenty more outside at the bus stop, smokers I assume.

I was a little worried about Welsh Bill, mind. He looked fine and chatted well. But there was not a single insult, put-down or sarcastic comment thrown in my direction from him. I hope he is alright.

Out to the bus stop, with now at least 24 residents in the queue. The young gal from the residential home at the end of Chestnut Walk was in the line, and she made her way to me for a gossip, bless her cotton socks. She has lost some weight, and that is not good. I handed her a Tunnock chocolate caramel bar to nibble later. The poor gal suffers from Anorexia Nervosa and is Autistic. Many others do not understand at all and tend to treat her as if she is backward. This is why I always try to talk to her, but more importantly, to listen to her.

As it happens, we were both going to Arnold. So we sat next to each other on the L9 bus. I listened to whatever she wanted to tell me, and with genuine interest too, that is essential I think. Learnt about her Mother and her problems and her Sister also. I tried to encourage her gently, to nibble more.

We offered each other our farewells as she got off a few stops before I did. I hobbled into the Asda (Walmart) store and began a major-food-buying mission. Haha! No rush, but I kept looking at the time though, so as not miss the L9 bus back home, at 1115hrs.

The feet were stinging after half-an-hour of selecting fodder, but I carried on all the same. Got to the checkout and joined the queue. I filled up one bag and had to use another.

1Mon11When the young lady told me how much it was to pay, I realised I had gone over-the-top on spending today.

£30.07! Blimus!

I had to use my card to pay them with. What a Plonka!

I thanked the lady and made my way out of the shop.

1Mon01bBefore I even go outside, I had to stop and put the bags down, for a breather.

So heavy were the things I’d bought

At least I’d packed the heavy stuff at the bottom of the bags, so nothing got crushed or broken.

I felt a touch of guiltiness at having purchased the Fresh Cream French Horns. (Amongst other 1Mon05items, Ahem!)

I struggled to get to the bus stop, due to the weight of my bags-full of not-needed foodstuffs. Tsk!

But, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both being kind to me. Only Anne Gyna and the plates-of-meat were any real hassles. So, no complaints from me.

1Mon07The automatic Asda petrol station that was over the road didn’t have a single customer all the ten minutes, or so, I waited for the arrival of the L9 bus. And, there was only one bloke apart from me, at the shelter?

The driveress of the bus was a friendly one. I gave the lady a nibble bar and said a few pleasant words to her when I got on.

I’d hoped that the girl from Residential Home might get on the bus en route, but she didn’t. Not many passengers were on the vehicle, but the driveress was chatting to some all the way back. With voices all going at the same time, I couldn’t hear what was being said nor join in the chinwagging. Shame.

No tenants got on in Sherwood either.

Back at the flats, and things got brighter, and the sky became a lovely shade of blue. So I took a couple of photos of my beloved if dirty, noisy and mayhem-ridden Woodthorpe flats.

Not many residents waiting for the bus either.


I think the workers were on there lunch-break because I could only see a few of them about.

1Mon08aI limped along to the apartments, having to stop a couple of times to put the bags down en route. A poor old thing, me. Hehehe!

In the lift foyer, and I spotted an addition to the sign about an upcoming meeting. So, we have a meeting about the new CCTV-System, the new  Tannoy-System and the new Intercom-System! Jenny’s updating to guide us. More dust and mess on the way! Hey-Ho!

I’d love to go the meeting, but will I be able to hear anything being said, this time?

Up to the flat, and had a wee-wee, and got the Health Checks done. Sys back up high again?

WDP001A I realised belatedly that I’d left the bags of shopping in the hall. So got them into the kitchen and somehow managed to get everything into the cupboards, fridge and freezer. I was a bit chuffed about this.


I checked the till receipt to make sure everything was there, and I had not been swindled.

Mind you, I needn’t have, not like when I go to Lidl, then it is advisable to check things.

Well, I’ll be a monkey’s Uncle: Had I bought a lot or what!


Total spend: £30.07. Huh!

I noticed I’d got the numbers wrong on the list above. Plainly, further reassurance of my lack of concentration?

Made a brew and started to update this blog, got up to here.

The noises from the workmen and BBJ were getting to me. Humph!

I decided to have sandwiches tonight for the meal. Porkpie and buttered Cob bread with tomatoes sounded appealing to me. I put some mushrooms to simmer in the saucepan with some light soy sauce seasoning and sugar in the water. Try saying that when you’ve had a few! Haha!

1Mon17Did the last Health Checks, tool the medications, had a wee-wee and had a dizzy-spell while I was sat down. Cleare up quickly, though.

Went to get the nosh ready and served up.

Interesting new clanging noises from BBJ upstairs. You can’t beat variety. Haha!

1Mon13This meal was followed with the digesting of the Fresh Cream French Horns. For once, I have to say I did not enjoy them much? But, I still gobbled them all up.

Went into the kitchen to wash the pots. The sky looked threatening, yet beautiful at the same time.

WDP001A Had a bit of a dizzy while I was doing the pots. Tried to watch a DVD, and cannot recall much of what occurred after that.

Inchcock Today – Friday 16th March 2018

Friday 16th March 2018

Catalan: Divendres 16 de març de 2018

0200hrs: Woke and regained a modicum of logicality and concentration. As I lay there getting up enough steam to tackle the sorting out of what needed doing, it dawned on me that the laundry had not been done yet. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner with ease, almost. Gathered the prepared bag of clothes and accoutrements and off down to the laundry room. No tea making, wee-wees or stubbing of toes – I surprised myself with my determination. Noegenesis seeking, I pressed on.

Into the lift # two.

A search and inspection revealed no beetles lurking anywhere within the confines of the cage.

The lift rattled a bit, as it descended down to the ground floor.

The automatic notice board sign was out of action when I got out.

I perused the notice boards, but could not see any new signs for us.

For a moment a bit of a panic set-in when I nipped out to take a photo of the foyer area. I thought I had left the door-fob up in the flat. The stomach went cold as I searched not expecting to find the item, but it it was in my pocket after all. Phew!

It felt warm outside this morning, I could hear the birds chirping and singing away to their heart’s content.

A little early in the day I thought?

Off to the laundry room and cleaned the washer drum, then got the wash-cycle started.

Surprised me some of the things I see in the laundry room waste bin sometimes.

This morning it had sections of polystyrene strips, take-away food remnants with plastic cutlery and nub-ends.

The input trays had to be cleaned up and old soap powder removed. Wiped around the casings.

Off back up to the apartment in lift number one this time. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis on the way up. Only a short one, though.

The automatic-information sign near the elevator doors was now working again.

Up and in the flat. Had a wee-wee.

Started to finish off the Thursday diary.

Down again to move the things from the washer to dryer.

 I had to clean out the filter, cause whoever used it last forgot to do it.

As I did so, it moved and trapped my finger in the gap as the plastic sprang back into position. Tsk!

I think I might have said at the time, ‘Well fancy that!’


Don’t know why I’m laughing.

Got the clothes out and folded them up – but:  The magic missing sock syndrome returned!

Oh, I was annoyed with myself. I checked the drums on the washer and dryer in case I’d missed it earlier. No odd sock found! I pressed on and got the folded clobber into the big blue bag.

Cleaned the filter and casings and as I turned to leave, there was the offending sock right in the corner behind the door! A real mystery to me, how it got there. But I was so pleased to have found it.

To the lift.

All done and finished by 0405hrs.

I thought I’d done well, then I realised I’d not taken the jammies, dressing gown or towels down with the other things to launder!

Up to number 72 and got the Thursday diary finished and posted off. Sorted the pictures ready for using later.

Checked the emails next, and I’d had one from the surgery re the blood test. They had booked it for Wednesday 21st at 0905hrs, with Nurse Ann.

(I shivered).

Got on with starting this diary of next, got as far as here. Then went to the WordPress reader, then comments.

Had a wee-wee.

Went into the kitchen, and was startled when I saw the fog and it was raining so heavy as well. When I got back to the computer, I had a look at the weather forecast for this weekend – Amber warning for snow and flooding!

Seems that today rain that might be followed with some snowfalls.

Sunday the most significant threat with snow showers forecast.

Makes it worse with the freezing temperatures overnight. Oh, ‘Ecky-thump!

Went onto Facebook to see if things would allow me this time. Slowed down often, but I got most things done.

Off to do the ablutions now. A good session, apart from the medicationalisationing procedures.

 Got things ready, and left the flat. Got the door locked and took the black bags to the rubbish chute, to the lift and realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Returned to get them.

Departed again, locked the door, and well well, fancy that. I had not got my hat on! Back in again and collected it.

The best of this series of Whoopsiedangleplops this one: Out once more, and realised I had my slippers on! Back in and changed into the shoes.

Got to the lift, and remembered I had forgotten to take the Chips, to give to anyone who liked them. This being part of my running down of naughty-foods, in my effort to lose weight. I still have all those ready meals in the fridge, but am not going to throw or give them away. Back to pick the box up. Tsk!

Outside on Chestnut Walk, the place was busy with workers again.

Got to the Temporary Wardens hut, and both Deana and Julie were in their office. I popped in to explain about my not getting anything information wise from the Fire meeting yesterday.

Seems that many other tenants were the same. She didn’t seem bothered by this, that assuaged my guilt.

Mary, Cindie and Welsh Bill were all in the big room. They all looked and sounded in good form. We had a decent nattering session.

The buses arrived, and we went out to join the mass of residents waiting. On the City bound one, and got the crossword book activated.

Dropped off the bus and I went to Tesco. With the aim of seeing what vegetables they had on offer, and get some potato cakes. The choice of veg was dismal, tatty, with some out of date. I wandered to the bread section, and things were the same. Out of date loaves, and their potato cakes had doubled in price and only had one day’s shelf life left on them. I put back the basket and went.

Walking through Trinity Square, and Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. He stayed a while, and that was not appreciated. Eventually, he cleared off. I decided to have a walk around town, to kill time and get some fresh air until the next bus home could be caught. Not feeling very good, and Anne Gyna kicked off.

Hobbling down Market Street, I noticed a Nottingham Cyclist going on the wrong side of the road going down the hill.

Seconds after taking this photo, he veered onto the footway. How he missed hitting the sign on the footway, I don’t know.

But it was a testimony to his cycling skills, all done at speed as well. Good job there were no pedestrians around. In fact, the place looked like a ghost town.

It brought to my mind, a picture of the few Nottinghamian residents, having survived a cataclysm and apocalypse, were wandering around, not knowing what to do. Their mobiles and iPads don’t work, no one around worth mugging, nowt on the TV! (Deep that, won’t it, even surprised me!)

Down to the Slab Square.

Bleak, depressing, dark, dank, sad and dismal were the words that came to mind.


I think I might use this photo to make a funny as a page top for later.

I walked along passing the Jehovah’s Witnesses, a drunken beggar, the street-sleeper on Long Row, the newspaper vendor, the youths sat on the wall drinking cans of lager, the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists, two delivering Pizzas according to the box on their backs.

There were no Big Issue sellers to be seen this morning in the centre.

I took a final picture of the Little John clock and tower and made my way up past the man with his guitar singing the Praises of the Lord, at the junction of Queen and King Street.

The depressive atmosphere prevailed even at the bus stop. People around in numbers, but no one talking? Got onto the bus when it arrived.

Entered the flat, up the lift and ran into my neighbour and Obergruppenfureress Warden Deana as they were getting into the elevator. Words of greeting were exchanged.

At the flat, I was somewhat perplexed to find the door unlocked. Had I failed to do this earlier when I had to keep returning to collect things I’d forgotten to take with me? I don’t think I’ve ever forgotten to lock this door before? Had someone been in, somebody who had called to see me and found the door open! Mmm?

Thee thoughts soon left my brain, as I had to go to the wet-room to clean things up and change PPs. A little bleeding had taken place while I was out and about.

Went to the kitchen and did the Health Checks. I notice Deana walking at rapid speed along Chestnut Walk.

Got the camera and zoomed in to take a shot of the busy gal.

My mind turned to the attention of the comestibles. It is not easy to comether myself not to eat my usual foodstuffs. I still have three ready-made meals in the fridge that I do not want to throw out and love the taste of them. I must eat them, but with far less other foods… This is not easy.

I decided in the end, to have sliced potatoes with grated cheese sprinkled on then, and tomatoes sliced on top. But, I let me get carried away with the side-stuff again. Felt somewhat guilty after I’d eaten it. But, I did so enjoy it. Tsk!

At least I have ordered some vegetarian Cumberland Pie on next weeks food order. Tsk, again!

Got the ablutions done. Afterwards, as I was putting the new PPs on, I tripped and cracked my forehead against the side of the sink. It was a cracking-good belt it was too, cause when I put my hand out to soften the blow, it got entangled in the PPs I was struggling to get on. So I was too late to lessen the blow. The truly amazing thing was that pain subsided within minutes, and I cannot see any bruising whatsoever on the head. Nothing at all, not even a bit of red colouring?

I was determined to watch some ‘Hustle’ on the box tonight and got down earlier than my usual. Hoping to nod-off, thus making it possible for me to watch some of the programme when I woke again. But no, I nodded off and stayed that way. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Monday 12th March 2018

Monday 12th March 2018

Kannada: ಸೋಮವಾರ 12 ಮಾರ್ಚ್ 2018

0035hrs: Woke up while dreaming of running a corner shop that had no customers, bare shelves, was battered and looked and felt like it had suffered bomb damage. I was crying my sorrows to a stuffed cuddly model terrier dog, and trying to feed it Marmite Crisps?

The nosh tray lay on the other chair, the empty plate, a knife, fork and spoon the only contents. There were no signs of any other nocturnal nibbling around this morning. Although, the remote control for the DVD and a battery charger lay across the room on the carpet near the mini-vacuum cleaner? I had a sense that I was in the exact same location and position as the one I drifted off to sleep in.

The top of the back, chest top and shoulders were aching and itching. Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were fighting for precedence in the ailment stakes. I could feel the dried blood in the PPs. Attention is needed, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner almost with ease, and off to the wet room and Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was far less messy this time, almost a pleasure.

Funny how one thinks at times. I pondered on whether I should warn my fellow Pile-Sufferers, not to use the quilted toilet paper. It gets shredded on the pustules and or dried blood, and it becomes a nightmare to remove, starting them off bleeding again. Just a thought, sorry. Anyone out there wanting any quilted toilet rolls can call to collect them. Hehe!

Little Inchies lesion was washed, dried and medicated, Harold’s Haemorrhoids the same. I thought as I was doing these unpleasant tasks before going to do the Health Checks and take the medications’ If someone had told me how things were going to get sixty-years ago, I don’t think I would have believed them. For once, not feeling sorry for myself about things, just curious as to how well I think I’ve been coping. Then stopping these thoughts abruptly when I recognised the foolishness of over-confidence. Hehe! Had a clean-up and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

Took the medications, made a mug of tea and got the camera, opened the kitchen window, leant out, and got wet in the light-soak-you-through rain.


Turned to the left and got a half-decent shot of Chestnut Walk and the parked cars, the cranes and the street lights that give-off a Christmas-like scene to me, anyway.

Straight down for the next picture. The puddles of rain I could see with the naked eye, did not show in the frame for some reason?

Then I got the computer on to start this post.

Then I set about finishing of yesterdays diary. Got it posted off.

The need for diary page headers needed attention as I have none left in advance. So, onto CorelDraw to do a few up.

After an hour or so… Oh, dear, attention needed to the Fungal Lesion! So I got the ablutions done while I was in the wet room. By the time I’d got this done, there was none left to do any more graphicalising work, and I got myself ready for the trip to Nottingham City Centre.

Remembered to take the best umbrella, the costly Storm-Proof one I bought from Coopers. This will be the first time I’ve used this in heavy rain, glad I bought it now.

Took the black bags and dropped them down the waste chute on the way down.

Out onto Chestnut Walk in front of the apartments, brolly up, and ambled along to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Hut. The rain wasn’t too hard, but it looked set in.

Walking by the parked cars and I could smell something acrid, but it did not smell like petrol to me. It appeared that one of the vehicles had or was leaking something and it was draining into the sewers.

I pressed on and to shelter in the Wardens shed.

I hope Jenny is alright, I’ve not seen her for a while. Both the Wardens were out doing their rounds. The room slowly filled with folk joining me in waiting for the bus out of the rain. Had an enjoyable chinwagging session and laugh with them all. Welsh William was in good form, his insults and insinuendos were thick fast and witty. Some of my most favourite ladies were there. Two of the girl tenants told me of a fire in a flat for the last two Sundays or Saturdays, both apartments having had fires already earlier this year. They informed me that both tenants were alcoholics and were to be moved where they can have more supervision and an eye kept on them. I thought about pretending to be an alcoholic myself and getting a new flat application in? Haha!

Out to get on the bus, it was lovely being able to hear bits of what the clan were saying for once. The hearing aids seemed more efficient today, very puzzling

In town, I dropped off along with some other tenants, on Upper Parliament Street.

I got the best umbrella out of the bag, the costly Storm-Proof one I bought from Cooper’s, and it broke when I put it up! A white cord appeared, all chewed up, from the top centre of the pole bit! Damgloberations!

I popped into the Poundworld Store to get a cheap one from there and changed my mind when I remembered seeing some larger ones at the Sports Direct Shop last week. This proved a somewhat costly mistake for me.

As I left the shop to walk to Clumber Street, to have a look at the umbrellas they had on sale, I saw these poor pigeons. They were in a right state, neither could seem to stand or walk properly and were sodden wet through.

Felt a bit sorry for them.

The shop had cunningly placed a large display of umbrellas, right near the doors at the front of the entrance. They offered some at 2 for £6, they were not the collapsible type. I thought, they will have a larger area for cover, and they were a fair price too. I made my way to the pay counter. Foolish move! I ended up buying two crew sweaters, the umbrellas and just what I didn’t need more socks! £33 lighter, I left the shop and out into the rain. But, of course, I now had three umbrellas to carry, the broken one I put in a waste-bin further down Clumber Street. The two long ones, I struggled with much. They were too long to go in the bag, and I had to use one at the same time.

They were coloured deep red and felt very delicate, and I just knew they would not last long. Taking this photograph on Clumber Street, I had to put the bag down, hold the umbrella, stop the other one from falling over from in the carrier, and manipulate the camera.

What a picklement I got into taking today’s shots!

I hobbled along while the bag got filled up with rainwater and the shoes letting precipitation in now as well!

And forever having to adjust the brolly in the bag or pick it up when it fell over. Uncomfortable would be the word… messy and wet!

Through the Slab Square.

Down to Wheeler Gate and into the Marks & Sparks Food Hall in the basement. Where I bought two small pork pies and two boxes of triple-fried fresh oven chips.

I took this photo as I departed from the store. I walked back up towards the City Centre.

I slipped a Big Issue seller near St Peter’s Church a couple of quid. He looked wet and in need enough to me!

Up Exchange Walk and I crossed South Parade into the front of the Council House.

Where I took these pictures. The damp, dank atmosphere and pessimistic, depressed looking Nottinghamians did nothing to lift my spirits. Then as I made this one of the Slab Square: a wet warm sensation from the Fungal Lesion area. This was turning into a struggle of a trip out for me now

I took this last photograph of the back of the right Lion in front of the Council House building, facing Queen and King Street. And made my way up there to the L9 bus stop, one was due in three minutes.

I had a most pleasant discussion with a lady on the bus en route. Amazed at how we both shared the same views on how the world is going to pot and missing beef dripping sold from basins with thick jelly on the bottom! ♥

Offered my fond farewells as she got off the bus two stops before the flats.

Back at Chestnut Walk, the roadway was partially flooded. I think it was just due to the excessive rainfall and the drains struggling to clear in.

As I neared Woodthorpe Court, I could see that the workmen were still hard at it, even in these conditions.

Sooner them than me up there. Hehe!

As I moved off on my way to the apartment, I felt the rainwater squelching in the right shoe, and the blood flowing from down below and the lesion.

So I knew the first things that needed attention when I got indoors.

Got in, put down the wet bags and brollies, into the wet room. Cleaned up the fungal lesion, Daktarin cream applied, had a wee-wee, new PPs adorned, changed the socks after drying the right foot, then I threw the shoes in the rubbish bin. I got into the night attire.

Hung up the wet clothes to dry. Got the used new brolly opened to let it dry-off in the spare room, put the other one in the hallway. Then emptied the carrier, drained the rainwater from it and threw that away in the now full bin.

At this point, it dawned on me that I had a sore throat coming on, and was coughing a little. Hope it doesn’t get any worse.

Got the Cumberland pie, added a lot of extra grated cheese on top of it, and the triple-cooked chips into the oven cooking. Did the Health Checks and took the meds.

Got the mini sausages, sliced apple, halved min tomatoes with onion salt and lemon mousse on the tray ready.

I gave the pie and chips a little longer in the oven, so they browned up a bit more. Absolutely fabulous meal! 9.58/10 rated this time!

So tired now, but I’d dried out well. Haha!

Got watching some Jonathan Creek episodes on the DVD player. Viewed through two full ones too, before nodding off into the land of dreams.

Inchcock Today – Monday 5th March 2018

Monday 5th March 2018

ਸੋਮਵਾਰ 5 ਮਾਰਚ 2018 Punjabi

0005hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner, a cracking headache, Duodenal Donald letting me know he was unhappy. The main expergefactor being the need of the Porcelain Throne utilisation.

I put the kettle on and had a look outside to view the weather and possibility of getting out today. The snow had gone, the mist and fog had too. But it was still icy, and I assumed the freezing rain as forecast would arrive shortly.

At least the buses should be running.

I felt the visit to the wet room was going to present opportunities for adiaphorous medicationalisationing activities. I was right, I’m afraid. Things were a right-state down below. Fresh and congealed dried blood at the front (Little Inchies lesion) and, tender, burning, bleeding bloblets of pain from the rear-end (Harold’s Haemorrhoids). All accompanied by Duodenal Donald’s stabs and elongated seemingly angry pains. I did some temporary patching up and creaming, and dreaded having to do the job in full at a later stage when I get the ablutions tended to. Washed up and returned to the kitchen, not feeling so good, but things could have been worse… I keep telling myself. At least the Throne Session was not too bad, still messy, but far less than yesterday. Hehe!

I guzzled down some of the impotent antacid medicine, took the morning doses with an extra pain-killer and Omeprazole. Oh dear, the innards are beginning to rumble and grumble now. Tsk!

Got the Health Checks collated for last week and did this morning’s ones.

Odd how I seem to wake most mornings feeling like a different person, at times like an unwanted alien. Not sure why I said that.

Got on the computer and got this started and done up to here. Then, on to finishing the Sunday diary. Sent it off and did some WordPress commenting.

The stomach is churning again. Not heard any noise yet from Herbert above. Then still it is only 0330hrs, give him time. Haha!

Went to the WordPress Reader.

Made up another graphic to use later as a page header on the Inchcock Todays.

Ablutionisationing and medicalisationing tended to next. A painful job that medicating of specific areas.

All smelling nice and fresh, I went to make a brew. And tried to take a panorama shot of the skyline, as it was apparent to the eye, rain in some areas (Or snow?) and not in others, as with the sunshine breaking through.

Disappointed in the outcome of this effort, though. Twinklies spoilt it.

Sorted and took the waste bags to the refuse chute.

Got the things ready and set off to the Windwood Social Shed, to wait in there for the bus to arrive.

No one in the hut when I arrived. I sat down and got the crossword book out. I was joined later by several other tenants, and Welsh Bill sat beside me and he was in much better health this morning. He was back to almost his sarcastic best and looked much recovered and fitter. We had a chinwag, but the atmosphere inside the hut otherwise, was one of low spirits.

Out to the bus stop and the city-bound bus arrived first. Got on with Margaret from the 7th floor.

Got off at the terminus on Queen Street and made my way down to the Slab Square. Not many folks around and an aura that gave off a sense of demoralisation lingered, mixed with an overpowering depressive melancholiness. No smiling faces and an increase in Big issue Sellers and street beggars.

I made my way down Lister Gate to take a photograph from roughly the same place of one I’d found from around 1959. So I could display them both in comparison to each other.

Looked like a ghost town.

I went into the Broad Marsh Shopping Centre to have a look at its demise as they run it down ready for demolition in readiness for the new, not needed, unwanted suicidal multi-billion new development.

The place is 2/3rds of empty shops at the moment. Being used a cut through for pedestrians from the South.

The security guard leaning against the Customer (And there were precious few of those about) counter, gossiping with a Service Lady in desperate attempts to keep each other from falling asleep.

The plans for how it will end up looking were impressive.

But where sufficiently funded Nottinghamian customers are going to come from is problematical. But I am confident it will attract the shoplifting fraternity in significant numbers, beggars and street artists too.

Doomed before it is built!

The top floor is already devoid of shops.

The original shopping centre that was also not required needed, used-much and hated by many Nottinghamians for the destruction of so many old landmarks to make room for it, was opened in 1972.

I limped back into the City Centre and back through the Slab Square.

Gawed, it looked and felt so gloomy!

I went the Tesco and got some cobs and lemon flavoured cakes.

Ten to the bus stop on Queen Street.

The old Elite Building had finished being cleaned up. Sadly, they had removed the statues from their coves on top of the building. A danger to street sleepers and shoplifters I expect. Hehe!

Throughout my little trip around town, I did not see a single police Officer. Street beggars, Big Issue Sellers, Street Artists playing upturned plastic buckets, litterers, pavement cyclists and a shoplifter in action in Tesco… Yes! But, no Officers of the Law!

A few people on Clumber Street now, as I returned to the bus stop.

Caught the L9 back to Sherwood.

The atmosphere on the bus was one of confusion to me. Kids were screaming demanding something called ‘Princess?’, That apparently their parents had refused to buy them. Two people on their mobiles supplied a loud running commentary as they both shouted to whoever was on the other end.

Then, someone on the raised seating behind me dropped something down the back of my neck. I later found out it was bits of broken crisps. I had to chuckle!

Obergruppenfureress Warden Deana was knocking on a flat door as I got back. Hellos were exchanged.

Got in and tended to the preparing of the meal. Had a rinse and found the crushed crisps (Hehe!). Titivated the kitchen a bit.

Mail had been delivered. The DVT results from last Thursday and yet another Nottingham City Homes information letter. Cunningly arranging a meeting in the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Hut for Thursday 15th March (Blood Test, GUM Clinic and Dentist appointment day, which negate my desires to attend the one and only Social Hour a week – But it doesn’t bother me!) Lie Mode Adopted. Details:

  1. Answering questions about the sprinkler systems to be fitted
  2. Answering questions about the new tannoy systems to be fitted
  3. Answering questions about the tannoy systems to be fitted
  4. Showing you how they work
  5. Telling you when works are due to start
  6. Telling you what the works involve
  7. Testing the fire alarms in all the blocks

So, that just leaves, I think anyway: The above plus – The meeting about the heaters, the installation of the new windows and how to use them, the installation of the new balcony and how to use them… and eventually:  Hire a plasterer and floor layer to repair where  the work on heaters, wiring, alarms and  all the above are completed, paying someone to redecorate the flat and fill in the holes and lay four new carpets and curtains, oh, and a lampshade.

I’m going to need to find some Chutzpah to cope with all this lot! I, like many other of the old folk I imagine, don’t deal easily with upset and change. But, there I go, moaning again. Tsk! Naughty Inchcock!

Served up the meal.

For some reason, the lamb hotpot was of a different texture to the other one I ate two days ago. Same use-by date and brand, though?

I could not eat any of it. Tasteless and very greasy. A good job I added a Frikadellen and chips, they were excellent. I wondered why this happened? I must have done something wrong?

The innards started to rumble and grumble as I settled to watch the TV.

Fell asleep and proceeded to suffer a hell of a dream! Thankfully I scribbled some notes about them. Most unreadable, indecipherable, but still enough to get the theme of the thoughts:  Captured, held wearing nothing but a large pink towel wrapped around me – room, no furniture. Dog cat droppings. Broken window, being shot at. Wanted to jump out of frame using towel as a parachute? Realised I had no legs.  The scene moved to canal, nighttime – with me in wooden rowing boat wearing frogman’s suit. Jumped in and found me in cave underground, air-raid. Everyone had a jar of Marmite in their hand?

Beats me, too!

Sister Jane rang. Stopping the dream, bless her.


Inchcock Today – Saturday 3rd March 2018

Saturday 3rd March 2018

Hebrew: יום שבת 3 במרץ 2018

0035hrs: Woke with the shivers. It was feeling so cold. And, I had the woolly hat on, too. I was in urgent need of a wee-wee and had to hurriedly abandon the warmth of the £300 second-hand recliner to get to the WC in time. Little Inchy’s lesion had been bleeding and needed some uncomfortable medical attention.

During which the brain did not seem to be following its own commands, malapropos-like, the actions taking place seemed almost like I was dreaming or imagining they were taking place. No, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas or Fears occurred, just the realisation that suddenly everything clicked into place and it was them, I understood that they were not in situ in the first place. I made a mess of explaining that, but it’s the best I can manage at the moment, sorry. The codswallop and balderdash started affecting my thoughts and lingered on in the background.

Off to the kitchen and got the Health Checks done.

0110hrs: It felt well below freezing out there as I opened the window to have a check on the weather… well, the state of the snow and ice really.

No new snow had fallen at all. But the compressed snow and ice were twinkling threateningly for any walkers.

I gave my elbow one heck of crack in the window frame as I came back in after taking the photo. I think I may have said something like “Oh, blow it!”

At this stage, all sorts of ailments appeared almost in unison. (Hippy Hilda was nae-bother). The grumbling-rumbling innards and Duodenal Donald were the main culprits for my sudden decline in health. Reflux Roger occasionally joined in. And this is how things were for a long time, until the Porcelain Throne visit, anyway.

Made a brew and then onto the computer to start this post off up to here. Then finalised the Friday post.

Checked out the WordPress Reader. Emails sorted.

Herbert from the flat above started his banging and knocking again.

Had a right funny-turn as I was getting the nosh sorted out. Did myself no-good at all. I had to stop everything and just sit down. I soon fell asleep and woke up many hours later, feeling as fit as a fiddle? Life can be very confusing.

The day had gone by now. But I must have needed the kip.

Got the meal served up. I had one of the Lamb Hotpots I bought from Aldi. And have to say, it was superb, flavoursome and filling. Plain Greek yoghourt with Maple Syrup, sliced Italian tomatoes the only sad part of the meal, bitter!) added, and a sliced apple with a large mug of Clementine Juice finished off this delightful repast.

I remembered I had not done next weeks Morrison order, so I got the computer on and did so.

I felt sure I’d be able, after so much sleep, to watch some TV, so settled down to view some.

Fell asleep!

Inchcock Today – Friday 2nd March 2018

Friday 2nd March 2018

Greek: Παρασκευή 2 Μαρτίου 2018

0130hrs: Woke several times over, for a minute or so, and seemed to drift off back to sleep? Eventually, the brain engaged and I encouraged the body mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne.

I settled down to allow the evacuation procedure. And the thoughts that began emanating from the brain for my considerations were quisquose, disturbing and confusing. They trundled forth and before I could grasp their meaning, along comes another totally unrelated idea, fear or suggestion. Enough, already! As luck would have it, I escaped the thought-battle when I realised the amount of bleeding taking place from the rear-end, thus giving me something else to concentrate on. Duodenal Donald was leaking slightly more than usual. After the session, I had a good clean up and used the gauze and HT cream to ease the flow. It took a while, but I stopped it eventually.

Wiped up and antisepticated the contact areas. To the kitchen and got the Health Checks were done. The sys was up a bit, all else looked fine.

I took a look out of the window to see the situation with the snow, outside. Couldn’t see any fresh snow on top of the resident’s vehicles.

The alcoholic tenants who use their cars to go to fetch their liquor daily are the best indicators. Haha!

Got the medications took.

Started to update Thursday’s Diary. Sent it off.

I had a look at the forecast for today. A yellow warning for snow and ice, same as yesterday. 1°c > -4°c. It added, …but feeling colder! That’s it, I’m hibernating today. And it isn’t exactly snug in the flat.

All the holes left in the building when the builders had to evacuate work due to the weather, ensures us all a high-electricity charges and cold flats!

I must have been snowing late last night, cause the run-marks from all the sleigh routes were covered in the bottom field.

No snow is falling at all at the moment. I looked at the Daily Telegraph website, where they had done us a map of the UK, pointing out the warning areas for snow for today. Glad to see Nottingham is only in the Yellow warning zone. And, the warnings seem to all end (Apart from the Yellow) by 1000hrs. So, the buses might be back on after that time? Mind you, with the temperature prognosticated as being freezing and lower, this white-stuff and ice might take a while to clear, and will more fall tomorrow? Bet your life on it!

Had a look at the BBC site to see what Saturday and next week might bring us. Ah, some more snow. Hehe!

I’d received an email from the surgery. When having the blood test yesterday, I explained to the nurse about getting appointments for Thursdays at 1040hrs, meant I have to miss the one Social Event we have a week, as it runs from 1000hrs to 1100hrs. She said they could make it earlier in the mornings. This cheered me up no end.

Now I get this email telling me my results are as follows: But no INR-Warfarin level results on the page, only next weeks dosages? And, worst of all and very disappointingly, they made the appointment for the next one on Thursday 8th March at 1050hrs – Again! Bummer! Grumph!

I started work on this blog. Got up to here. Made the WordPress Comments, and then I tried to get the Reader to open in FireFox. On the third attempt, it worked. Getting back to the editor, was not so easy.

On Facebook to catch-up.

I made a brew of tea, got some thin slices of Pork Pie, cut up some tomatoes and watched a YouTube car crash thingy while I ate them.

Back to work. CorelDrawing to make up some more diary page headers and then got the drafts started. It proved to be hard work getting them right.

Made another mug of brew and did the Health Checks.

Started to create the drafts. Got them finished at last. Cost me five hours to get these Page Headers done. Can’t display them, otherwise, it will take the edge off their humour when I use them on the ITs (Inchcock Todays).

Turned computers off, and did the Health Checks and medications.

Got the meal served up in no time. Only the potato cakes needed any heating up. Cooked beef and belly pork with herbs, chips, sugar-snap peas, apple and tomatoes were followed with the natural yoghourt to which I added some Maple Syrup.

I fell asleep with the plate and tray mostly eaten, but still on my knee.

The plate and tray of fodder were on the floor when I woke up later, leaving a pretty pattern of chips, tomato-halves and half-chewed sugar-snap peas over me, the recliner, the Ottoman and the carpet! And, there were signs of my nocturnal nibbling in the hour-or-so I was in the land of Nod.Tsk!

I had a cleaning up session. No way could I remember opening the bag of misshaped chocolate brazil nuts? Naughty Inchcock!

I checked on what was on the TV, and once again the same selection of good stuff was showing. Law & Order, the A-Team, Animal Help and two episodes of Hustle. I got half-way through Law & Order before nodding-off. Woke and moved channels to see the A-Team, that lasted about five minutes and I drifted off again. Slept right through the Animal Help, changed to circuit 60 and slept through after watching the first few minutes of Hustle. Waking when the finishing titles were coming on the screen for the second episode. Fell asleep again before I could turn off the TV set.


Inchcock Today – Monday 26th February 2018: Snow good today. Hehehe!

Monday 26th February 2018

Frisian: Tiisdei 27 Febrewaris 2018

0230hrs: Woke up coughing, and gave off a sneeze that Mount Vesuvius would have been proud of. Hehehe! I lay a while, Harold’s Hemorrhoids, the Fungal Lesion and Duodenal Donald all giving me some hassle. I bet they get worse when it comes to my moving. Tsk! On the bright side, Hippy Hilda, Reflux Roger. Hernia Harry and Anne Gyna were taking a break.

As I extricated my limbs from the £300 second-hand recliner and the could feel the blood flowing from both front and rear problem areas the moment I moved my ambulocetus-like wobbly body. Straight to the Porcelain Throne room to investigate.

Gawed, it was dang cold in there, shivering and shaking, I’ll be glad when the windows get put in the flat, to block the draughts and the cladding is put up. I put the wall heater on (At least this will please the power company) and removed the jammies and Protection Pants. Utilised the Throne. The session was not bad. The bleeding from Little Inchy and Harold’s Haemorrhoids was not as free-flowing as I had feared, and was relatively easy to clean up. The sharp stinging pains from the piles were the primary ailment to worry about.

No HT cream left! I imagined with me doing an excessive amount of sitting down and not getting outside for exercise over the weekend, is the cause of this dilemma. My sore throat seemed less so as well.

Cleaned everything up.

Another ‘catching me off guard’ sneeze as I left the wet room, must have been heard many floors away, it certainly brought on a headache and started the piles hurting! Oh dear! If I wore false teeth, I’m sure they would have flown out! Haha! I went to the kitchen.

Got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks and got the medications taken. The sys was the lowest its ever been?

I pondered at this stage; Should I go out or not today?

The forecast is showers of rain and sleet possible, a max of 1°c forecast. Am I up to it yet, with this cold and unwell? I decided that I would go out.

I felt that if I didn’t, after days of enforced imprisonment (Hehe!), I need to get out and take some photographicalisations. Anyway, I need to get some HT cream and TCP, to counter Haemorrhoid Harold and the sore throat. Maybe a little walk into Sherwood? I was undecided where to go, but sure (As I could be, not saying a lot I know) that I must get out. The new coat is snug-as-a-bug, and the imitation fur hat could be used. Got the brolly. I hoped I had not made the wrong decision. After all, I do feel a bit easier this morning, the throat has eased off a bit? I know I’m known for my dilly-dallying, tentativeness, ambivalence and indecisiveness. Oh, and lack of confidence in making choices.

Got Excel opened and made last weeks Health Check listing.

Made a start on this diary, then updated yesterdays and got it finished and sent off.

Found a few pictures to use in making graphics for header tops. Had several wee-wees during this work. Oh dearie me!

Made a mug of tea, and had a little while on YouTube.

0715hrs: Herbert started his knocking about early today. Took the hearing aids out, hope there isn’t any alarms sounding.

The ablutions were tended to. After which I made sure that I was well wrapped-up to counter the icy looking snow outside.

I met Olive as I was taking the sorted black bags to the refuse chute. So lovely to see her looking so well and carrying her usual attractive air of being in charge, superior and radiant. Not many lasses would dress so well to do their laundry. Apart from perhaps Jenny, who also manages to look radiant always, whatever she is doing. So does Cindy. I’m sorry I mentioned this.

Dropped the bags off and returned to the flat to do a check that I’d got everything needed, and not left anything on or off that are necessary to be the opposite. Lost that a bit there, sorry. Lights, stove, windows, taps (faucets), hearing aids, mobile and camera in the jacket pocket, fridge and freezer doors closed… I would have consulted my list I made for this task but could not find it.

Imitation Finland-like hat on, (Very warm! – not big enough, but it’ll do for me in this weather) Fingerless gloves. Times like this that I feel lucky to be wearing the Protection Pants, they do keep one warm, Ha-ha!

I was surprised to see the snow had fallen, but from inside it looked terrific.

I took a photo of the car park below and one of the houses opposite.

Well wrapped up and out into the icy-cold to the Warden’s shed.

No taking of any pictures on the route, because manoeuvring along the snow and ice made hobbling-safely my main aim to concentrate on. Got into the hut without any Whoopsiedangleplops of any kind.

This gave Welsh Bill the opportunity to show his sarcasm and wit.

A rather dryly spoken; “Hello Russia!” from Bill followed with a loud roar that made the others laugh, the instant he saw my stupid looking but, oh so warm hat. I like William’s humour. He looked even better than he did on Friday, so his recovery seemed to be ongoing, I’m glad to say. We were joined by a few others, all coming in to shelter against the bitter cold. The smokers braved the weather outside so they could have a drag. Bill went out to join them but came back in seconds later, shivering and saying it was too cold to go out there just for a puff.

The buses, City and Bestwood bound ones arrived, and I joined the others at the end of the queue. I had a little natter with Cindy, she was going on a visit to see her son. As she got off, I wished her a happy time.

The first thing that caught my ‘camera-eye’ was the pigeons on the ledges and tops of the Victoria Centre (Mall). Reminiscent of Hitchcock’s ‘The birds’, I thought Hehe!

I took this shot and then popped into the Wilko store in search of the medications to counter my persistent sore throat.

By the time I’d gone potty shopping and had got to the checkout and faced a bill for £27.80, I wondered what the heck I had done! Looking at the receipt I realised amongst the washing accoutrement stuff, I’d bought Ginkgo tablets £1.20, Germoloids, a tiny little tube for £3.50, Nasal decongestant £1.50, TCP liquid £3.50, blood cleaner £4.89 and realised why the cost was so high! Tsk! Shopaholic or what! I need help! Haha!

I called in the Poundland store to see if they had any pork pies in, knowing they would not have.

Came out and saw the new gigantic sign across the road.

There was no missing it.

Walked down Clumber Street, taking this picture of the affable, breezy, devil-may-care, easygoing, laid-back, polite, caring, gentle Nottinghamians as they cheerily made their way to the next store to shoplift from, or in search of their next mugging victim or to trip over a rough sleeper begging.

The kids would be playing the new game popular nowadays; Spot-a-Policeman.

I carried on to High Street and walked through the Council House Shopping Arcade. You can see all the mass of shoppers and closed units how popular it is. This delightful old area is not used much by Nottinghamians now. Good job the shops have doors on the outside too.

I exited and made my way through the Slab Square, and foolishly to the other pound shop to see if they had any Pork Farms pies in stock. But no, their fridges, like the ones at the other store, have been filled with bottles of pop for sale. The thought of the end of Pork Farms Pork Pies brought down my spirits. Also, I spend more than intended there as well. I got some wholemeal rolls, chocolate brazils, chocolate almonds and caramelised biscuits in a pack containing seven packets of two.

For some reason, although I had not walked much, the plate-of-meat started to sing. I decided to make my way back as the snow began to fall again.

To Queen Street via the slab square once more, not a police officer in sight, there were a few street sleepers in the doorways of closed retail premises, some people with pit bulls and tattoos and a Big Issue seller who deserved the hand out I gave him for his persistence in the bad weather.

At this stage, it being tomorrow morning while I’m updating this twollop, Virgin went down again! Grrr, Third Time!

Walking up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop and popped my head and camera over the railings so I could offer you this picture of some Nottingham Street Art.

The Council claim that Nottingham is the Queen of the Midlands, you know. It makes one wonder.

As I arrived at the shelter, the snow got severe, but only for a couple of minutes. Luckily I took the opportunity to make these shots. In the last one, the L9 bus was arriving, and I had to rush a bit to catch it. Tsk!

As the bus made its way along Upper Parliament Street, I wedged the camera against the window and took some shots as we progressed along.

Cindy from the flats got on at a later stop.

Glad to report that she’d had a grand time visiting her family, and offered me a tale about her 2-year-old granddaughter that made me laugh out loud.

This cheered me up a bit again.

Back at the flats and I took a picture of the sky as the bus turned right into Chestnut Walk.

I thought it came out rather good considering.

Oh, dear, problems with Branson’s Virgin Internet yet again.

Getting fed-up with this now!


This is photographicalisation from the bus window. To the stop and off of the bus and to the apartments in haste, due to the requirements for a wee-wee becoming urgent!

Made it, cleaned up, but a little late. Changed PPs and did the Health Checks.

Went to get the noshing sorted and cooking.

I was surprised at there was more snow in the City Centre than up here on the hill. I’d have expected things to be the opposite way around?

It had nearly all cleared at the flats, but the ice was forming on the windows already, enough to make me worry about tomorrow.

I heated the beef and potato hot-pot and added a beef pastie slice to the tray ten minutes later, hoping they would both be cooked at the same time.

Not too bad a result. Very tasty, not perfect by any means, but a worthy 8/10 rating was given to this effort.

Got the last Health Checks done and medications taken. The Germoloid cream made me jump a bit. Hehehe!

Changed into night attire and settled down to watch some New Tricks on DVD. I soon drifted off, though, very early on.

I suppose I must have needed it.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 25th February 2018: Fed-up! Hehe!

Sunday 25th February 2018

French: Dimanche 25 février 2018

0200hrs: The head felt like it would explode, innards grumbling and rumbling. Feeling like I have had no sleep at all. Dizzy Dennis seems to have settled in with me permanently. Tsk! I’d been waking every few minutes and having to go for a wee-wee for hours and hours, all night. Earlier, I had a nauseous spell or two. Never have I wee-wee’d so much.

I was determined, not to let myself get morose, dolorous or irritable about things like I did yesterday. I got the medications taken and did the Health Checks.

Made a start on this blog, then finished off yesterdays.

I think I’m going to opt here. One hell of a sore throat now. The throat problem seemed, to come over me instantly? Shivering now! Despite having the woolly hat and dressing gown on.

I did some commenting on WordPress and Reader.

Had a search for suitable funnies to use for the page headers.

Made three up ready, but it took me many hours, as was making mistakes all the time, nipping off for wee-wees and felt so tired. I thought I had some TCP in stock.THen, I could have had a gargle of TCP for the throat, but failed to find any? After I got the TFZ page headers done, I had another look around for it. Searched in everyplace I think, but no luck.

The flat was looking terribly untidy, but I was energyless. Is that a real word?

Another wee-wee and put the kettle on to make a brew in the small mug. Going to have a look at the football results later.

Went to the kitchen to make the tea – and I’d left the hot water tap (Faucet) running earlier! Can’t have a shower now then, until it heats up again. Although, I think that Jenny told me the shower heater is not affected by the boiler. Of course, I might be wrong.

Listless, I viewed the footy results. It would be a Sunday when the throat comes on bad. Tsk! Chemist not open and no buses.

Noisy Herbert has been busy knocking clanging and dropping stuff again.

Did the midday checks and medicationalisationing.

I’m not feeling the slightest bit like eating yet. Perhaps later,  I might use the last of the crustless wholemeal bread to make a few anchovies, cheese and tomato sarnies? Maybe not, with how I feel at this moment.

Poor old sausage. Hehe!

Mate Michael rang the intercom, bless him. Smashing to see him. He’s brought some PPs for me again. He could not stay, but it was a pleasure to see him again, and much appreciated.

Perked me up this short visit did. I turned the oven on to heat it up.

Went for a wee-wee, and noticed I’d suffered a nose-bleed. Must have been a while back, cause it was dark red and dried. A right mess all over my nose moustache and chin. Looked down and found blood on the top shirt as well!

Took a photo of the tree copse. If Michael had not called, I would have still been in a depressed sorry-for-myself mood. Signs of life in the Copse were showing through now. I hope to be up to having a walk through and chatting to the old trees again soon. (Don’t laugh… Hehehe!)

Did the Health Checks and the ablutions. Blimey, it was cold in that wet room. Harold’s Haemorrhoid was in a right poor state, and much bleeding and Ooing and Aring took place during the medicationalising treatment of the same. (Argh!) Into new PPs and clean jammies and off to the kitchen to make the meal.

Got a handful of chips in the oven to cook while I made up some bread, cheese, tomato and anchovy open sandwiches, on three slices of the Scottish Plain bread.

Disappointingly, I could only manage two of the open sandwiches. But I ate more than of the last two meals, so that was a good sign. I reckoned the lack of appetite was down to the throat ache.

Got the plate, spoon and fork in the bowl to soak, and took this photo of Sun-Down at Woodthorpe Court.

Settled to watch the good guys, The A-Team on the goggle-box. I got through the first of the three episodes with only nodding off about ten-times. Huh!

While sat there watching them, I had a dizzy spell and actually thought I might fall out of the recliner!

Then the shivers started again, I hate these. It even went through my warped mind that the Government might be funding Councils to do work on the old folk flats, with the proviso that the heating does not work correctly and they must be left with no cladding for as long as possible with all windows letting in the wind and cold. Thus, helping to save the NHS a lot of dosh when the old gits get pneumonia and kick the bucket?

At least I got to sleep a little easier tonight, but it was dream filled.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 18th February 2018:

Sunday 18th February 2018

Moari: Rātapu 18 Huitanguru 2018

0130hrs: Another personality woke up this morning. He had no fears, worries or lack of control over his brain’s thoughts. I recognised this condition immediately, but Inchcock’s own mode returned within seconds of this. I suffered dysania as well. I lay, pondering and musing on anything and everything that seemed to have no connection to reality; but soon came out of it, and forced myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Off to collate the laundry room needs, then down with the clothing.

Down in the elevator and got the washing into the machine.

Then nipped outside and took a picture of the front of the building looking up.

It didn’t come out very well, I’m afraid. Just a bit nippy out there today.

Back up to the flat and got the Health Checks done.

Took the medications with a mug of water.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear! Not good in any department this morning. The lesion had been bleeding, and the evacuation was, so Trotsky affected, I took a Dia capsule afterwards.

Time to go down and move the gear from washer to dryer.

Back again to the flat and took this picture from the kitchen window. I could see aeroplane lights high in the sky as they flew past. But they did not appear in the photograph for some reason.

Too small I expect.

Got on with the diaries. Started this one off up to here, then updated the Saturday post and got it sent off.

Got carried away again, and forgot about retrieving the washing from the dryer! Tsk!

I hurried down to get the washing, taking this photograph of the display board near the elevator doors on the ground floor.

I was a tad confused when I saw the current weather given as Sunny? It was pitch black outside, as the earlier photograph indicates.

At this point, I decided I’d try to get out later today into Woodthorpe Grange Park, to visit the Tropical Gardens and get some photos and a little exercise.

Into the laundry room, I went and emptied the drum of the clothing, folded them and then got them into the bag.

Another Mystery-Odd-Sock scenario! Looked in the drums of both machines and underneath all of them, but no sock.

Back up to the flat and my hopes wervanquished. I carried out an inefficacious search for the absconded grey sock. Humph!

0500hrs: Went on Facebooking, adding to albums and then the TFZers site. Started on the TFZer graphic.

1020hrs: Got it finished at last! Gosh and golly, that took some time to get something like right.

On Facebook again and posted it. I pray they like it.

Sister Jane rang me and, we had a little natter.

Off to get the ablutions done, and then get out to the Tropical Garden. (If it is open today, of course.) The ailment treatments took a bit longer than I thought they would. The lesion had to be negotiated carefully. Took the midday medications and did the Health Checks, then set off out.

This is the route out and back that I took. Not far at all.

As I got around the back of the building into the park. (See the squiggly lines? That’s where it was very muddy, I tried a slightly different route on the way back to void the slipperiest bits.) I had to do a bit of mud-skating to get through the wet sludge so I could take this picture of the back of the new build erection progress. I could see on the camera screen what a mess I’d made of shooting it. No idea what went wrong, but I tried again, and it looked much better – but the photo did not store? Turned off the camera, took the SD card and reinserted it.

Crossed my fingers the other ones will come out alright.

I went up the hill, and within a few yards, Hippy Hilda started kicking-off, nastily too. Of course, with the route there being all uphill, I could not complain, could I? Hehe!

I turned part-way up and tried another effort at the new build block.

Ah, that was a lot better! I hobbled on through the trees, taking in the wonder of nature and the smell of dog poo! Masses of broken-off branches everywhere – but some of the dogs liked them to take home.

There were many people about in the park today, at first I was surprised at how the kids were being so quiet and the dogs not barking much. Then I realised I’d not got the hearing aid in. But the weather was just grand. Not too old at all, no winds to speak of, or rain either.

The crocuses, or croci, using the Latin form, never cease to amaze me every year.

Here we are in February (I’m quick yer know, note I didn’t need to consult the calendar then. Hehe!) and these purple beauties are forcing their way through the soil, broken branches and dog droppings already.

I think they are purple anyway. Being colour shade blind and all that.

Painfully with Anne Gyna now joining Hippy Hilda in giving me some jip, I pressed on, occasionally stopping to give Hilda and Anne a rest.

I wandered slowly through the unkept part of the gardens, arriving at the compound where the Plant shop is located.

Not that I am au fait with gardening in any conceivable way, but I thought their composed and things were a decent price, and they had apparently just had a delivery of the manure and stuff.

Cause it always gets all dirty after it’s been there a while.

When I got through the doors to the Tropical Gardens, I was greeted by the now mended metal Gorilla.

The spectacles misted up in seconds. I’d forgotten how hot it was in here. There was nothing new from last year as far I could tell, but some stuff had been moved around.

Whatever these plants were I don’t know, because they did not have a sign on them as many others had. But, beautiful they were.

They had a smell that reminded me of Camp Coffee when I used to the unscrew the lid? Are they related to coffee in some way?

I watched the Koi Carp for a long time, but could not get a decent photograph of them, no matter how many times I tried.

It dawned on me then that Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna had both relented and departed from my ailment list activations. Hehe, Hurrah!

And they stayed off, all the way back to the flats. Downhill you see!

Had a few minutes more meandering around and then left.

I really did enjoy the almost pain-free walk back down the hill. And the lack of noise from the ankle-snappers, dogs and radios, thanks to my forgetting to take the hearing aids with me. Tsk!

I took another snap of the flat building.

Taking a different way through the woods to get back on to Chestnut Grove.

The feet were beginning to sting a bit as I entered the lobby doors.

Sat there, waiting for a taxi to arrive, were Jenny, Doris and Frank. We had a little natter that I really did enjoy for a minute or two.

Health Checks and medications were done.

Updated this diary. By now it was late for me, so I got the meal sorted.

Pork Knuckle, tomatoes, snap peas, baked beans and the potato Fritters, rated this one at 8.9/10.

All good. Put the tray on the next chair while I cleaned my spectacles. fell asleep.

Woke a couple of hours later, got the pots washed and settled again to watch some TV. Nodded off.

Stirred again around an hour later, thought it was time to get up. Struggled out of the recliner and off for a wee-wee. Bit of bleeding, so I cleansed the lesion and applied the cream. Then I realised the time was 2130hrs!

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner but could not sleep again. So I put on the TV. Drifted off at the first set of commercials.