Inchcock Today: Sunday 9th October 2022

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05:00hrs: I woke up with little else on my mind other than to get to the . The short journey to the wet room was littered with a few and
I must have dropped the slippers off of my feet last night while in the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. But realised where they were when I stood up and tripped over them. 
Luckily, Constipation Conrad was in charge this morning, so there was no chance of any unplanned escapees as I struggled to get back up on my feet. The recliner being close by, it proved its worth to me. It may be one of the worst pieces of sleeping equipment ever – but is a valuable asset for getting up after a tumble. 
Although it was not easy at all, with both and being set off during the fracas. I thought the best place for the slippers would be on my feet.
I set off again to the wet room…
Not too bad a one this time, but enough to get me feeling a tiny bit all the same.
I got through the wet room door… opening it first; Haha! Without any knocks or walking into the framework.
A last, I got seated on the plastic ring. Yet again, Constipation Conrad proved his superiority over Trotsky Terence. He’s been a clear winner for several days now. Why I seem to get the opposites alternating all the time is puzzling. Having said that, this is the longest run that Conrad has ever had.
Thus, each evacuation had been painful and needed my input to force things out.
I got the crossword book out and had another go at number 83; I’ve been on this one for weeks. But this morning, I got a clue answered, which led me to get another three done!
As I often do, I thought, as I’m in here, I’ll get the done. It was another painful job cleaning the teeth… no, I take that back. Med HydrCompared to treating ointmentating or masking even when it’s not bleeding. My ,  is what I call painful.
Where was I?
All done, off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on.
The same as yesterday, the first photograph I took of the morning view came out rather badly.
Then as with Saturday morning’s second effort was much improved.
The last one, of the moon, didn’t have many definitions in it. Even I could see in the viewer that the surface of the moon was visible – Or was it? Had my sight been fooling me again? Mayhap?
A lot of things and people do that to me, you know… Fool me!
I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and jolly tasty it was.
Spilling the tea when I caught the stirrer with my wrist was not a part of the plan.
Nor was cracking my right shoulder on the edge of the cooker as I cleaned the mess I’d made up!

I hobbled into the main room (Junk room number two) to get the BP machine to so the .


The Blood Pressure was back up to Hypertension Red-Two.
The body temperature had come down nicely, and it was in the amber! And the pulse was down a smidgeon as well! The Dia figure was lower as well. So how they put this in the Hypertension Red-Two, I can’t understand.
I do a lot of that nowadays… not understanding.

 Kicked off with his banging about. He was on and off all morning; he had a break and was back at the noise-making just before 15:00hrs. Such a nice man. When I say man, I probably mean self-centred, insensitive, disrespectful, ignorant man.

Got working n the computer blog. Getting on now, and no Carer has arrived yet. I hope they are not going to miss me again: and yet still they charged me at the end of the month? As they did the time before when nobody gave me my medications. I was musing over this and had a second go at me. I must ask the Doctor for an appointment about this problem, it’s never been worse or so persistent. Still, yer doesn’t like to bother them, does yer.

  Arrived so very late. 08:45hrs. I mentioned that I was just going to ring Meridian. He seemed a little defensive, saying that someone had taken a tumble, and this had delayed him. It would have been nice if Meridian had let me know. What am I saying? Tsk! Even when they did not turn up at all, no one from Meridian called me… Then had the nerve… Oh, never mind!
It wasn’t Jozeph’s fault. The lad looked all in. Shades of Carer Richard here? He chose a can of Fanta orange juice for the daily thank-you treat.
 I went to the door with Jozeph as he left; he picked up the waste bags for me and looked so weary as trudged away. I hope he’ll be alright. Later, when it came to doing this blog, I’d not written the time on the reminder notepad. I checked with the Meridian log book for the timing. I had mentioned the bother I was having with , and the pain I was in at the time must have shown on my face. But this was not worth reporting on the log?
I’d hate to think I’d snuff it through angina and get on the death recording something like died of natural causes or poisonous chillie-chips. Hahaha!

I started prepping Josie’s Sunday lunch. Well, I thought, being as it’s Sunday, I would like.

I spent more time getting confused on the computer. CorelDraw, WordPress and Word all were playing up for some reason? Then I found the problem?

Fries, I believe, has bought them and is now destroying them on purpose! Virgin Media and O2 are victims. Of Smoke & Mirrors, Money-Shuffler, slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, $23.6M a year paid, plus annual bonuses, dodgy character Fries! Rest assured that Fries is up to some financial skullduggery with these two companies.

He’s even told the staff at Virgin Media never to use the Words Liberty-Global to any Virgin Media Customers! Why pay £15b dollars for a company and then let it rot and get its previously moral standards shattered and lowered to the level of money-grubbing Liberty-Global? Mmm! Whatever the ulterior motive is, it is already being achieved underhandly.

But the cunning, devious Fries will win in the end, of course. His plotting and number-crunching match that of Putin’s oligarchs. His vast experience of manipulating, misleading and clever verbal incontinence draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues. Plus, of course, Liberty-Global has more than sufficient funds for backhanding, bribery and convincing those comically said to be monitoring the financial institutions, such as Liberty-Global, into turning an expensive cheek!
These are just my thoughts on the issue.

Ah, well, the evening Carer could come at any time now. On the other hand, they may come late again. Providing they are coming at all. Please don’t rate Meridian Health & Social Care with Liberty-Global’s jiggery-pokery antics. Meridian have enough problems to cope with. Stiff competition, dying customers etc.

As of October 2022, Liberty Global has a market cap of $8.04 Billion. This makes Liberty Global the world’s 1565th most valuable company by market cap, according to our data. Market capitalisation, commonly called a market cap, is the total market value of a publicly traded company’s outstanding shares and is commonly used to measure how much a company is worth. I didn’t understand all that?

Well, nosh, time cometh. But…
The second meal on the trot that I did not eat… could not eat, and I threw it all away! The chips were the opposite of last night, and they were bland, tasteless and pure white inside. The peas and tomatoes were not bad. The Iceland New Recipe No-Meat lamb steaks were… well, sickeningly slimy, sweet and inedible! I did eat a few tomato halves and some peas. Then got all the rest of the disaster bagged up several times and into the waste bag. What’s going on with my tastebuds?

Carer Rihanna arrived, as I was searching to find something worth watching on the TV. She soon got the medications sorted, and listened to ny sad tale of the failed meal. Offered a thank-you treat, and off she went, taking the waste bag with her for me. ♥

Then kicked off around 07:30hrs. The noises came from above the kitchen while I was doing the checks. Later he moved back into his main room, and he continued on and off with his banging and clunking until 22:00hrs+?

The Lumix was working again. Photos were getting onto the SD card, alright.
I was particularly glad about this, and not a little smug, about how the three pictures came out on the viewer.

The first shot was a distance view, straight ahead from the kitchenette window.

The second of the same view but a little zoomed-in.

The third was zoomed in even further.

I hope in the morning to get a shot of the moon, but in greater detail, than the poor shot that I took this morning.

I was a smidge proud of how these came out on Night View mode selected on the SC option on the wheel.

Was in no mood to let me get to sleep. Of course, the noise from above didn’t help, either. It took me hours to nod off. HUMPH!

Sunday 4th September 2020


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Got my head down around 02:00hrs and woke up at 07:05hrs. So, a good five hours that I assumed and felt were straight through, no sudden wakings etc., pleased with that.
I was in need of a wee-wee within minutes of stirring, I limped over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). I was almost going to take a photo of it… Why? I’ll tell yers; How anyone could fill an overnight wee-wee bucket the size of mine in five hours… Well, it’s surely impossible. Not for me.

And the other thing about it is I could not recall taking one, let alone how many it must have taken to fill the bucket three-quarters full. How did I have the wherewithal to hold that much water? Was I drinking in my sleep as well? The bottle of spring water was still nearly full. Erm?
Made up some waste bags, and I made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana. And very nice it was too!
I got the Health Checks done and got the photos onto CorelDraw for resizing. I found one that was another mystery of  Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, ghosts, or the Fatah Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?
I did the Blood Pressure, and this photo was on the SD card in the Lumix camera when I went to get the photograph.
It appears that I must have been up and about somnambulating and eating when I thought I was sleeping peacefully.
I must remember to mention this to the Doctor on Tuesday’s appointment. It’ll be something else for her to ignore if nothing else.
A Sherlock Holmesian-like close investigation of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner; revealed some seeds from the cob on the picture – Verdict? Guilty! However, I shall be pleading Not Guilty by reason of insanity. I can’t it not failing. Hehe!

Back to the Boot’s sphygmomanometerisationing results.
SYS 160, DIA 75, PULSE 74 bpm, Body Temperature a decent 33.2°f.
When I put the returning figures into the NHS assessment site…
Things have gone up into the Red area quite a bit. Hopefully a one-off.

Jozeph arrived. Got me sorted with the medications. Remembered to ask if I needed an extra painkiller or Peptac, which I did. Forced a can of vodka onto him in thanks. He took the bags to the chute on his way out.

Around about 09:30hrs, I went on CorelDrawing to get some tabs made up. A series of mistakes, mostly due to either the Neurotransmitter’s failing or .
It might have been less time demanding and bother to Duodenal Donald if I had not made so many errors in making the original tabs needed. If anything was do-wrongable, it did!

Was on from today. None of them was proper concert length, Many short sorts of skits of tap-tapping with the odd clunk here as there. Although in the late afternoon, he got very inventive, and he gave me a thud-clung followed by a whining noise, it made a nice change.

Got Josie’s nosh prepped, all the veg in, and a tin of Chilli-Con-Carnie to add later on.
I put some extra onions in this time. Kept tasting it as it progressed until I thought it was good enough for Josie. Turned it off to warm later.

Aha! The nail cutters and Pistachio nuts had arrived.
Got them unpacked, cutters in the draw, and the bag of Pistachio kernels in a screw lid plastic container.

Well, not all of them. Hehehe!
♫ Food Glorious Food ♫, Well, for Josie. Time to get her meal and treats ready.
Got the tray filled up. A large bowl of chilli-con-carne, another serving in a food container for her tomorrow. A can of Lamcello Superior Perry, 7% proof. Some English fava beans dried ready to nibble. A pack of Leicester mini-cheddars, separate tomatoes red & yellow, cheese rounds, a bar of Yorkie Chocolate, and a few strawberry jam chocolate-covered marshmallows. That should be enough for her.
She seemed content with it anyway when I delivered it to her door.

Well, that session has got to be one of the longest ever… but not as long as last week’s nearly an-hour session.
Constipation Conrad had taken over control this afternoon.
The crossword puzzling didn’t go well. It was too painful to concentrate. Last week’s 45 cracks in the ceiling had grown to 49 now… assuming I didn’t fall asleep and miss any. Haha!
After the true agony of forcing the submarine-sized torpedo out, and I stood up to nervously check on Harold’s Haemorrhoids, I nearly passed out, proper dizzy. I used ordinary Germolene on the rear end, but it’s not effective, just better than nothing – mind you, I’d better check on the reserves of that as well.

Trust this to happen when I’ve run out of Germoloid Cream and ointment. Should hopefully have some delivered on Monday. If Sainsbury’s doesn’t substitute it with shoe polish or a toothbrush, that is. As uncomfortable as I’ve been in a long while. Oh, please come early in the morning, Mr Sainsbury driver… but with the Germoloid Cream and or ointment, at all costs. PLEASE!

The evening Carer came in without ringing the buzzer, and with it getting darker now, I left the light off and looked right close up so I can see things easier. The gal came in a shouted out a greeting.  I nearly had a heart attack! Gawed struth!
We had a laugh over it (I’m not sure why?) and when she gave me the medications, had a quick natter.

Hello, another tune from him above. Sounded like heavy chairs being moved, followed by a few plopping noises. He’s getting very varied today with orchestrations of noise, A Master he is!

Going to get some nosh sorted out for myself now.
The massive chips (fries) were gorgeous. I had to cook them ten minutes longer in the oven than the instructions said to get them crispy, but hey-ho, it worked!
The pretend fish in BBQ sauce (canned) is the last tin; Humph! was lovely. The tomatoes were fine. Far too many chips on the plate… but I ate them all. Gannet! A worthy taste rating of 8/10 was given.

Nodded off in the chair. To be woken up when the cheery , I think it was Carer Cheeky Charley, but not 100% sure. I was half-asleep at the time. I think I gave her a nail-cutter as she left and a drink from the fridge. She took a waste bag as she left for me. This may not be accurate cause the memory was not good when I wrote this, and the notepad reminders were blank?

I went to wash the pots somewhat belatedly. I took these two Lumix photographs from the kitchen window, well, in fact, I took four of the sky, but only this one was usable. I tried different settings to no avail; all too dark. I’d chosen night options, but it wouldn’t come any lighter.
I then took four pictures of the main view. Again only got this one; the others in any setting were just too dark to use.
When I put these on in the morning, I could have cried at how pathetic they came out. (Bottom lip protruding!)

Stripped and washed, but would not shave or shower. Too risky, a few mild routines and some vicious attacks nearly had me over as I stood at the sink. I dare not risk shaving.

Got the jammies on and carefully made my way to check things before getting my head down. It was another good ten minutes before I got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner.
I put the TV on, which is always a good aid to nodding off. But the whittling in the brain about had I forgotten something returned,  and I had no option but to get up and check the balcony door was shut – it wasn’t, so I missed that one earlier, which did my worryings no good!
I settled down again, and I was soon back with sweet Morpheus. Just one more check on the stove and kitchen taps (faucets).

Shot awake yet again, convinced I had left the tap running in the bathroom!
I may have panicked a smidgeon and given my little left toe a drubbing right on the corner of the sock glide.

After this, sleep was not an option.

Inchcock: Diary-Belated Photographicalisations 1.2

Including revelations from Inchcock’s past!

Oh, yes! and an Ode, too!

A mixed bag of Moon pictures from the kitchenette window.

I tried both cameras as well. Only the last one was any good. Hehehe! There were plenty of absolute failures taken, though.

Peripheral Neuropathy Pete struck at just the wrong time again! He’s clever at doing that, a cunning ailment indeed! Haha! I was just pouring the boiled water into the mug to make my Glengettie brew!

Memory Prompting old snap!


If I recall correctly (I sometimes do), this was taken in the back yard of Co-op Grocery store number 118. Arleston Drive, in Wollaton. I started there as Greengrocery Manager. During the happiest working days of my life! Boss, store Manager, Mr Morris. Got up to Assistant Manager of the store… and made a terrible choice, in accepting a job in Beeston, as the Greenfruit – Wet Fish shop manager. I often wondered over the years what would or could have happened career-wise if I’d stayed in Grocery as Mr Morris’ second man. Cause the Greater Nottingham Co-op got a new chairman, who unfortunately oversaw the retail foods departments. He closed the bakery, the cobblers (shoe repairers), and opened Superstores, the first being in Trowel, a couple of miles away from Lily Grove, where my shop was situated. Of course, they had lower prices, and my sales went down 33% the week the store opened! So… they closed it, along with many more small retail outlets.

The real sadness was that when I first saw him at the next shop, I was put in, another one due for closure, on Nuthall Road. I’d increased sales at that shop, mainly the wet fish sales, they were up 45%. But meeting him brought out the hatred for him in me. He was a smug know-all. I made it worse when he asked where I got catfish from. I picked up what he thought was catfish, told him I get it from Rossfish in the market – and told him, “It’s not catfish, it’s called Dogfish!” With all his conies and bum-lickers with him, this did not go down too well with his ego! Me laughing might have made things worse. After that, the hatred was mutual.

Until the new Superstore opened, a Bulwell Superstore, half a mile away! I was trying to sell cod fillets at 3/6d a pound, and the Superstore was retailing at 2/- lb! I was doomed!

He made my life a misery for years! When I moved to Tesco, I prayed he’d call in to laugh me off, but he didn’t. Probably just as well; it may have saved him from a few broken teeth and me from a prison sentence! Gawd, I was livid at the man!

But all came good years later, the Greater Nottingham Cooperative Society went bust! Hahahahahahahaha! The Co-operative Wholesale Society bought them out, and the first thing they did was close his miracle superstores! But I’d like to have seen him once more, just to laugh in his fat superior face! Still, that’s enough of that!

♫ Food, Glorious Food ♫

Just look at the healthy foodstuffs I had delivered! Bananas, Baked bean & cheese pasties, Cheese twists, fresh garden peas from Nicaragua. Potato and leek pie! Only one packet of smoked bacon this week. Apple pies instead of cream cakes? I did overdo the lemon & lime possets, I admit. Well, they were half-price!

Getting the fodder into the fridge, a minor calamity took place. As I took this photo above, the possets fell off the shelf, one hitting the corner of the drawer below and chipping some plastic off of it… I hastened to make sure that the other jars were safe from falling further…

I trod on the splinter of plastic! Well, the blood flowed! It messed my socks, feet, slippers and the freshly mopped floor. But did I swear and curse? Of course, I did!

I was in the middle of sorting things out. I’d done the floor, and I was in the wet room, tending to the feet and socks and a change of clothes. I thought I’d heard a bell or chime from somewhere? I limped naked into the front room and had missed a call on the mobile, so I rang the number back. The Hairdressers in Winwood Court also do chiropody, telling me my appointment to have the plates done; it was in 20 minutes!

I was a little flummoxed as I rushed to get the dressing done, got the trousers on, left the socks for Sarah to put on for me after doing my feet, checked things for safety, no taps running, owt on the stove etc. and fell chuffed as I left the flat, thinking I can just make it in time…

As I got to the lift, a chap from the other end smiled at me… and said, “You know you’ve got your pyjama bottoms on?” Der!!! I replied that I do now, thanks!

Scrambled back into the apartment, changed into the trousers, and legged it to the hair salon as fast as possible. I may have been a minute or two late. Judging by the glaring look that I got when I entered, possibly a little longer. Oh dearie me! But it got worse… I had the feet done, then slipped her a can of G&T in thanks, and started to wheel the walker trolley out of the door.

I again got the same threatening look as she said: “Are you going to pay then?” No trace of a smile involved! Oh, things are not going well; Dementia Doreen is having a ball with me!

I got back up to the flat and cautiously made a brew of Thompsons Punjana. I say cautiously, cause the kettle is kaputt, and I have to use a saucepan of water – high-risk that, if Peripheral Pete, Shaking Shaun, or Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley should kick-off!

I checked on the order for a kettle on Amazon. Says it is coming tomorrow… It says tomorrow, by 22:00hrs, the tracker says it has not even near to arrived for despatch yet? Hmm! I was hoping it would come sooner; I’m risking s good scalding using the saucepan.

Nosh: Bean and cheese pastie. Two cheese twirls, yellow tomatoes and tons of fresh garden peas. Haha! Flavour: 8.2/10.

Moon from a distance.

Ah, that’s better!

Another decent effort, I’ll try again… I did. I’m too ashamed to show three smudged shaky efforts and this one below…

When I got back and worked on the blog for a good while, I suddenly panicked that I may have left the tap running when I had to dash out to the foot-lady… I shot like lighting to check on the wet room… Well, that’s a lie, but I hobbled as hastily as I could. I am glad to report that I had not left the faucet running at all…

However… I still nearly fainted when I got in the wet room? I’d left the convertor heater on full blast! What a wally!

A sunset from which day, I’ve no idea. But it’s pretty?

If the SD card does not fall apart again and the card reader on the computer is behaving, I’ll have a look later to see if there are any more pictures on there I’ve not put on. Ah, got some!

Forgot about them, me? Yes!

Well pleased with these figures… again!

Body temperature up a bit; it reminds me of the quiz show on the telly years ago, the Golden Shot with Bob Monkhouse. Do you remember it? It was not a brilliant show, but it was so good when Mr Monkhouse compared it. Poor Charlie Williams, who took over when Bob left, was lost. He was a great comedian all the same.

Hello, I got one more sunset photo in tonight! Bootiful!

Ode To My Photographicalisationings

Why is the quality of my photos varying?
Well, there are several reasons, some being…
Firstly, there’s Shirley’s-Shoulder-Shuddering…
Dizzy Dennis is always ready and lurking…

Peripheral Neuropathy Pete… now theres’ a thing!
He can make me wobble, things go dropping…
My right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing!
Nasty, if I’m Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucketing!
Even taking a Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling,
Throughout the room, the wee-wee goes sprinkling!

Vascular Dementia Doreen, the one I’m fearing…
She gives my memory and brain a pommeling!
Reflux Roger, thankfully now rarely troubling…
Duodenal Donald can be bad, he’s not piffling!

Next, the latest big three ailments arriving…
Cataracts Kathleen, the most serious warning…
48 weeks to wait, before a consultants scheduling,
Right eye worse, with Saccades Sandra troubling…
Glaucoma Gladys, the eyesight is now failing…

The oldest ailments, that are still surviving?
Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, Phimosis, can he sting!
Mechanical Heart Valve, no need for alleviating…
Especially as it is thankfully working!

Another ailment that doesn’t affect picture taking…
The ear holes have long been handicapping…
Now, the ear wax in them is tightly congealing,
I can’t hear the telephone ringing,
Hear the radio or television playing…
Hardly hear the chap upstairs banging and knocking…
But of course, the last line is an advantage!

Try to make them Laugh Series

Inchcock Today: 2022 Cometh

2022 Cometh

No one asked it, too – but it came all the same!

Friday 31 December 2021

Inchcock’s computer was doing odd things again,
Inchie knows it is doomed; he feels the pain,
Still, he’s got his other worries, Morphine and Lidocaine,
Everything nowadays confuses him; facts are so hard to retain!
His efforts to improve his memory have all been in vain,
But Inchies determination to survive remains unslain,
Then he stubbed his toe, lost his key, then a tumble again!

He set about making an imitation dinner…
Perseverant, dedicated to making this one tastier!
After a few meal failures lately, he’s getting jitterier…
Confidence gone, he tried, but this meal was crappier…
His language, as he turned into a self-hater…
He should have stuck with sausage and mashed potato!
Boy did he swear, spit, as his self-loathing went nuclear!
A good job that no one else was in the area!
Then pains from Duodenal Donald did appear…
The old codger is not having much luck, I fear!.

Depressed with himself now, he got his camera,
His mind wandered… thinking of his meal… beefburger?
“I fell asleep and missed the fireworks, silly bugger!”
As he saw the sky, he thought of being an astrologer,
Realising his eyesight, with so many a disorder…
Cataract Katey, Glaucoma Gloria, and Saccades Sandra,
He’ll see nowt, and the telescope he couldn’t manoeuvre…
His pre-2022 brain and thoughts were even unclearer…

Inchcock got into his overwhelmingly sickeningly…
Beige, second-hand, £300, c1968, uncomfortable, recliner,
Nodded off, woke up in the kitchen – how? Somnambulistically,
Dropped off again, woke at 00:10hrs, not very jocularly…
He’s missed photoing the fireworks – he blames his dementia!
But he still got his camera, and onto the balcony, he did venture…

2022 Had Arrived!

He whipped back the cover where he was reclined,
And mottled legs, and glowing ulcer he did find!
But, no time for medicating now; his leg he disentwined…
Got his fully charged camera, all realigned…
Took two photographs, not too badly defined!

Kettle on, and off he went to the Porcelain Throne,
After half an hour, I had to check on him (Alto-Ego) all alone…
I heard no screams, not even a moan!
I floated into the Porcelain Throne…
He sat there glum-faced, scratching his thigh bone…,

Into his crosswording… He said, “Nowts moved, Alto”,
“Rock solid, burrit won’t move, though!
“Have yer given the Diapharm capsules a go?”
“One yesterday, one today! No, it was two today!”
As I laughed and left, I thought I heard him pray!

Inchcock Leaves The Wet Room!

Forty minutes after going into the Porcelain Throne,
He came out wearily, in pain, and took a Ziprasidone,
He seemed fed-up, looking drawn and on his own…
His usual contentment seems to have been blown…
He started rubbing on his cheekbone…
Oh, dearie, he’s got toothache; but he doesn’t moan,
Just stands there, fascinated, looking out at a drone!

Health Checks Time

Well, the BP SYS is a little high,
As is the Pulse, he wonders why?

Temperature is at 34.2°centigrade, not too high,
He’s unconcerned, and I think I know why…
He’s been in the fridge, reading instructions on his beef pie!
Then checked the cooking times on his chips… Oh, my!
Then went on CorelDraw, to make a graph, that’s why!

I heard him talking from the other room; he was going at it,
He does a lot of chinwagging to himself…
But I’m not worried about his mental health a bit,
Although his finances are losing wealth…
He was happily talking to his pet, Rabbit Rupert…
All the others as well, he did look a little hurt…
When I called his brown bear, Burt…
He grabbed me by the shirt…
Even though he’s only a little squirt…
And I always thought he was an introvert?

I soon discovered why he was being so short with me,
His favourite nurse did not arrive…
I laughed; he threatened to kick me in the knee!
But Arthur Itis and Dizzy Dennis made him fall over, you see,
I’ve never seen him so active…
Till he tumbled over, now he’s definitely inactive…
But he did get back up; it took him a long time to rise…
I laughed at him again. He was very reactive…
To the point of being so argumentative…
I told him, I’m not real, you do realise?
That’s why kicking me was very unwise!.

Inchie sulked a while, took some more painkillers, and skulked off to prepare a meal. I’m worried about him…


TTFNski, all!

♥ Have a betterer 2022 year! ♥

Idiotic-Inchcy – Saturday 13th March 2021 Diary

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Saturday 13th March 2021

Croatian: Subota, 13 Ožujka 2021

00:00hrs: Considering the truly low and depressed mood I found myself in last night, as I stirred into semi-life, I was suddenly aware that the gloom and doom tormenting my brain was gone, disappeared, no longer there! I found this rather flummoxing.

I was baffled as to why? Nothing had changed from yesterday. Had I been dreaming, and that may have had some effect in cheering me up? Was it the bang on the head when I took my tumble that brought it on in the first place? Hello, I’d better get up; I don’t want to encourage any Thought Storms! I need a wee-wee anyway.

I freed my overweight, flobby-stomached body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner with absolute ease – until I got the weight on the knees! Argh! Cathy Cartilage on the right knee, and Arthur Itis on the left one, were both so painful and in a bad mood with me this morning. The few hurtful paces to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) indicated that this will be a less-than-easy hobbling about Saturday.

I fumbled about to get Little Inchie out and realised as I did so, the NWWB was over half full? Why does this happen so often? I must have made many trips to release this much wee-wee overnight? Yet I cannot recall getting up at all to do so? The pain I must have got from Arthur and Cathy getting out of the recliner so often, I’d have thought I would have been made me aware of what I was doing? My mind was soon cleared of this question, as the embarrassment of a somewhat significant amount of PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) escaped into the half down PPs. By bottom-lip protruded, and after finishing, I took the bucket to the wet room for emptying and sanitising and got a clean-up and got a new pair of PPs on.

It’s time and incidents like this that really bring it home to one; the body is doing its own thing, the brain’s logicality loses its way, the memory is fading fast and now avoiding most of its retention powers. The bones, joints, and ticker etc., are crumbling without mercy. Still, yer doesn’t like to complain, does yer!

I got the kettle on to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and it sounded like someone had just turned the volume up on the ‘World-Wide-Hum’; Gawd, it was loud! And the heaters were not working again? Worra, life! But I imagine that there are many people in the complex in this position, not that it cures anything, but, at least, I am still aware of my senility is en route. I worry for the future, though. Blooming cold in here again! Weekend, of course, so no one to help me out with getting the heaters also going correctly.

Had another wee-wee of the IRPT (Indefatigably-Relentless-Painful-Trickling) mode.

I took the morning medications, then got the Health Checks done. The temperature was alright this morning; it seems to be getting steadier now. Of course, I shouldn’t have said that; it was silly of me! 36.7°c – 98.06°f. It was in the green, so it should be acceptable.

The Boot’s sphygmomanometer readings were decent, methinks. SYS 150, DIA 71, and the Pulse was at 84 bpm. As I was taking this, a headache came on suddenly, sharp to the right side of the head – then a minute later, it was gone?

Microsoft Office allowed me access to Excel to update the Health Checks listing figures.

Do you see that? Three, in-the-green temperatures on the trot there! Much better than earlier in the week.

I had another wee-wee, surprisingly, of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style. Then made a start on the updating of the Friday Diary. Sorted the photographs out first, then got the scripting done. The ailments of concern were just two; Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters letting me down a few tines, and of course the SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) in support, but a lot less bothersome than she was yesterday. I perseverated and got it finished but had to have four wee-wees during the three hours of writing and correcting—all of the SPL (Steady-Persistent-Lengthy). I’m getting variety today, at least. Haha!

As I put the kettle on in the cold, shiver-giving kitchen (Heater still not working), I had to nip off to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. What going on here! Constipation Konrad seems to be fighting back? Heck of a job to get things moving, and it was gooey yet solid? The toilet rolls will have to be ordered today; if I can get a slot for an A.M. delivery. A good clean up, and pleasingly, the evacuated produce was cleared with just two flushes!

I had a wash-up and had another wee-wee, this time of the PSS (Persistent, Short, Sharp) mode. Another washing of the dandies, and back to the computer.

I Pinterested some snaps, Emailed the link, and went on Facebooking catch-up. Spent a long time on that. Two WordPress comments had come in, which I replied to. Then I visited the WordPress Reader Section. I had another wee-wee of the PSS (Persistent, Short, Sharp) mode… I think we can assume that every half-hour or so throughout the day, I needed and took a wee-wee; it’ll save me a lot of typing. Tsk! Then:

I went onto the Sainsbury site to see what slots were attainable. I got a slot for Tuesday 16th @ 8>9a.m. Do you know, I made a mistake and ordered some Fresh Cream French Horns.

Brekkers sorted out. And from here on, it is hit and misses, memory-wise, very patchy. Sorry.

Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling so good, perplexed, and tired out.

I had a weariness-attack, and I just turned off the computer and sat down on the recliner for many hours, watching some banal crap on the TV, but I couldn’t understand why. Doing nothing but grow fat by nibbling biscuits, crisps, ice-cream as well, I think?

The need for the Porcelain Throne then forced me to get up. I ached all over, was coughing and sneezing and felt under the weather, and confused. For some reason, I found out in the morning, I’d not cleaned up the wet room, Eurgh!

I actually made some more fodder! (I found this photo on the SD card). But can I remember making or eating it? No!

But I did find most of it in the bin later on in the night.

Along with this photo, taken through the balcony dividing glass? Not sure what, if anything, went on after that.

Mind you, Sunday morning, I did discover this snap on the camera-card. Also, that the fodder things were left loose in the sink bowel?

I’m sure that I sat down again, incapable of logical thought, and once more, spent hours just sat there, looking at the turned-off TV and fighting-off Thought-Storm-Thaddeus, but only half-heartedly. I think I was so down; I actually just accepted the self-criticisms, fears, worries etc., as a natural leveller, and a prevailing punishment, and part of my growing mental decrepitude.

The thought of having another banal Sunday to get through tomorrow was soul-destroying.

The resistant sleep did come eventually.

Inchcock Today- Sat 10 Nov 2018: Evil boll weevil ironclad biting beetles/weevils cunning counter attack – Virgin Media slow… as was I, in mind and body. Tsk!


These Willmott-Dixon lads know how to get a job done… Hehehe!

Saturday 10th November 2018

Catalan: Dissabte 10 de Novembre de 2018

2335hrs: I woke most unenthusiastically, reluctantly, and begrudgingly. For some reason, I felt I needed more sleep, rest, recuperation. Resentful that I had been cheated out of my sleep again. For I still felt tuckered out. I determinedly closed my eyes, and I snapped at the quilt and pulled it over my scarily ever-growing paunch. Intent on denying any expergefactor-like interference.

WD 22.1.46 This manoeuvre proved to be a bad choice. Unbenowst to me (Well, I’d forgotten about it!), I had earlier left the DVD remote control and an open tube of Phorpain Gel laying on the quilt when I must have fallen asleep, or maybe in a nocturnal eidolon? The remote hit me on the head and the medical gel self-dispensed itself down my neck and chest. So I gave it a good rubbing in. Hehe!

Within seconds of settling again, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Amazing, for three mornings now I have been free of these waking-up-time summonses to the Throne… today, the first time I didn’t want to rise out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I get the call! Sulk-Mode-Deployed and bottom-lip pouting engaged!

6Sat04I removed my body from the recliner and made my way to the wet room. The evacuation went alright.

I spotted only one live Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle on the floor. A look around in the usual hot-spots was conducted, but no signs of any more of the illegal immigrant aliens were found. “Aha,” I foolishly thought, “am I winning the battle at last?”

6Sat03WD 22.1.46 I investigated in the spare room next.

On the unwanted light and view destroying new window ledge, well-stained now, with all the Rentokil, Sanmex and Raid bug killer spraying, I found some dead weevils near their possible entry and escape route holes in the wall sealing from when the windows were installed.

6Sat02While in there, I picked a new bag of the PPs to move into the wet room for later use.

WD 22.1.46 I found several largish Weevil corpses underneath, and one live one. The thing that came to mind as soon as I saw them was how much it looked like they were creating a pattern on a music sheet on the box tape? No? Ah, well!

Gave a bug-killer spray around, then to the kitchen. Taking a wee-wee in between. Washed the hands with antiseptic disinfectant.

Got the Health Checks done.


6Sat01The sphygmomanometer took a couple of tries before it worked.

Looks like the readings are going back up again. Oy Vey! Although the Pulse was okay.

Took the medications.

Back to the wet room for yet another short-sharp wee-wee!

6Sat07I had a look out if the unwanted new kitchen window with its light and view-blocking thick plastic surrounds and wide sticking out ledge outside that stops one looking down without sticking the camera at arm’s length… got carried away there, sorry… Apparently, the rain had been pouring while I was asleep. Which wasn’t for long enough. I felt like I’ve not had any kip, I was so weary. Poor old thing. Hahaha!

6Sat06I made another brew, hoping to get it drank this time. Got the computer going to get this Diary started off.

WD 22.1.46 Can you see the intruder on my well-worn keyboard in this picture?

The Weevil seemed to be shoving or pulling whatever it is behind him or her?

6Sat09Will I ever be free, of these annoying, uninvited, came in when the windows were installed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles?

‘Bottom-Lip Extruding’ and ‘Feeling Sorry for Myself’ Modes adopted!

Off for another wee-wee. Tsk! I had a rinse and on to the computer.

The Liberty-Global-Virgin Media Internet was very slow again. Although it got a bit better later.


I got on with this blog, up to here. When it dawned on me, I have not finished yesterdays diary yet!

So I got onto it straight away. Finished it off and posted it to WordPress.

Went on the TFZer Facebooking for an hour or three. Then did some graphicalisationing of Diary page top graphic funnies to use later.

6Sat24Got the nosh prepared, feeling more and more drained as I did so. (Poor old thing!)

I ate it slowly, masticating the fodder, as well as I could with the few teeth I have left

I got the pots into the washing-up bowl to soak.

Had a wee-wee and wash, then did the Health Checks. Still high Sys and Dia, Tsk!)

Settled into the £300 second-hand recliner, and lay here thinking things through, but seemed to have nodded off within minutes again.

Inchcock – Friday 21st April 2017


Friday 21st April 2017

Javanese: Ana 21 April 2017

0420hrs: No idea at all what the dreams were about, just knew I’d had them.

Awakened to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and felt the warm wet sensation from the lower regions, saw the blood and made my way to the porcelain thrown. Titivated things up, clothes into a bucket soaking, and plonked me mass back on the throne for a while in a deep nonconforming medley of horrible thoughts and self-recrimination. No answers, no conclusions, I cleaned the room up and went to the kitchen to make a mug of tea and take the medications. I was going to do the Health Checks, but my moroseness made me forget to do them.

Opened the window and made a brew, took the medications and lost myself again in pointless, futile thoughts of improving things in my tumultuous mind.

Put away the flat clothes airer from yesterday, and out the towel on the bendy one in the hallway.

Got the computer on to finish yesterday’s post, very hard to find the words. Started this one off, and remembered to do the Health Checks. So I did.


Made another mug of tea and did some WordPress reading for an hour or two, then posted yesterday’s diary off.

No interest in going out at all seems like I’m content to hibernate… Got to shake this off before Monday when I go for the INR blood test. Good job I’ve opened the windows and used the air spray. Hehe!

001Went on Facebook.

Did a graphic for the TFZer gals, with Thomas flying across the room. Hope they like it.

Duodenal Donald has started giving me a lot of pain. Took a painkiller and a swig of antacid – but they are not working yet. Made another mug of tea and started a complicated graphic that will take ages from scratch, in the hopes of entertaining and be making people smile and perhaps just as importantly, try to replace the feeling of recrimination that is so heavy, for a while at least.

Facebook froze on me, had to restart.

Several hours later I’d got them done.



Still feeling so down with myself, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna playing up and hard to concentrate properly.

Had a look at YouTube for a while, in between drinking tea.

1322hrs: Got a call from someone, couldn’t understand all that they said but wanted me to test the wrist alarm, cause they had a fault come through to their end. I did. All okay.

Feeling so down now, can’t concentrate on anything, Stomach churning, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald getting hard to bear. I sent off an email to the surgery to ask for an appointment.

Got a reply withing ten minutes. The first one available is on Thursday 27th April at 0850hrs. Put in on the calendar. Long time to wait, but still, With a Dr De Selver, as Dr Vindla is still off. (Seven weeks now, hope she is alright.)

Threw myself into cleaning up… well a bit anyway, cause the pain was too much, so I settled in the chair and prayed for sleep, but of course, the rambling worried, guilty mind would not let me.

Tried to concentrate on graphicationalisationing again. Gave up.

Took the evening medications and a bit of Facebooking and communicationalisationing with Lynton Cox, bless is cotton socks.

6Sat01Got the fodder sorted.I did add a few chestnuts after taking the picture, though.

I did add a few chestnuts after taking the picture, though.

Just feeling so depressed and in such pain, I was not hungry much.

Did the last of the today’s BP, pulse, temp Health Checks.

The temp and pulse were a little bit up?


Don’t think anything here to worry about, I’m doing enough of that over the joke cock-up.


Inchcock Today: Sun 26th Feb 2017:

Sunday 26th February 2017

Esperanto: Dimanĉo 26 februaro 2017


Up at 0300hrs, some good news for once in the wet-room. Little Inchy not bleeding or sore either. Duodenal Daniel giving me a nice rest, even Anne Gyna was in a calm mood. Arthur Itis his usual self. Just this sniffling and sneezing at the moment. So no complaints medication-wise.


Got the health checks done, the (2nd) Dia reading was worryingly high at 101, but later on, the second check showed it was back down again?

Can anyone please tell me how to Format Excel to get the total of cells C9 H9 & M9 divided by three? I wanted to get the average reading for the week for Dia, Sys, Pulse & Temperature, but seem unable to find a way, and when I look up advice on the net there are may symbols and things I don’t understand.

Doing well with these lately despite the Whoopsiedangleplops. Hehe!

cropped-7sun03a.jpgTook the medications and sorted out the week’s dosage pots.

001I don’t think I got anything mixed up this week… but, we’ll find out later. Haha!

Got on with finishing and doing some more graphicalisationing for the TFZer site.

This one was my favourite, took a few hours, but I do enjoy doing them if they like them.

Finished another two, and will post them on Facebook later.

Hope they all like em, I love it when they do.

When it began to get light this morning, I nipped into the kitchen to make another cup of nice strong Thompson’s tea and saw how pretty but foreboding the cloud formations were and I took a photo to the left and right through the window.


Whats look at first glance like a bird in the first one, turned out when I zoomed in, to be a gnat or midge close to the glass! Hehehe!

Got on with updating this diary after I’d finished yesterday’s one.

Sister Jane rang. Got told off. Hehe!

Did some searching for the notes of jobs I made yesterday. No luck at all, huh!

Spent more time doing Facebook and CorelDrawing. During which the trots returned with a vengeance, so the porcelain is in heavy use, not productive use, but heavy use. Hehe! Humph! Rang Olive, to say I dare not go round to see her for fear of passing on the bug, which had come on a bit quick? Oh, ‘eck!

My flipping luck continues dunnit: I put the highly priced Quorn Vegetable lasagne in the oven, to find that the plastic tray has a tiny hole in it – another mess and burnt finger cleaning it up – Argh! Had to rescue what I could and put it in a foil tray, added some cheese slices on top and back into the oven… then I went back to the porcelain on another false alarm!

6sat07The meal came out alright, though.

The cheese was nicely burnt a bit and Quorn Lasagne was very nice indeed.

I even managed to use the apple slicer without cutting myself.

Took ages and ages to get to sleep, far too long for me to get caught up on any, but still.

Sunday 27th November 2016: Inchcock Today: Poor old fool is in lonely-low spirits again, Tsk!


Sunday 27th November 2016

Latin: Sunday 27 December MMXVI

Woke late for me, 0355hrs, annoyed at not remembering any of the dreams yet again. When I tackled the job of getting out of the shuddering £300 second-hand recliner, I was well pleased with Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna, even the legs and feet were being nice to me. It was the other sides of my problems that got to me. The unwarranted depression. Not for me the strikhedonia I crave so much, just fretting about everything and even feeling lonely? I couldn’t even carry out my wish for tarantism in case it set Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna off. Hehe! Adding further to the well of self-pity surrounding me this morning.

The dizzies that affected me last night had all cleared up and no signs of the pains behind the eyes either – Gawd, I should be happy and pleased this morning – but am I?

I did the ditty and graphic at the top of this dairy, determined to pull myself out of this well of almost overwhelming urges to fret and worry, even wallowing in self-pity. Pathetically, sad!

Only one little dizzy affected me when I responded to the WRHD session demand. None since and that one was only a few seconds long and not a bad one at all.

Computer, on and updated the diaries.

Got the veg going in the Crock-Pot: Mushrooms, carrots and leeks, to use in making the Risotto later.

Facebooking then watched some YouTube.

Many hours later, I forced myself off of the computer with the newly acquired headache, and then did the ablutions. A lavender soap session today.

7sun01aSet off on a little hobble to Aldi on Mapperley tops. Went the same way out and back this morning.

The shortest route, but the steepest.

I took the empty jars with me to drop into the bottle bank as I passed it on the way out. Unfortunately, I forgot to drop them off and carried them all the way to the store and back to the flat so I could try to remember to take them another day. Humph!

7sun02At the end of Chestnut Walk, I took this photograph on the wild bit of land half way up Winchester Street Hill.

I can’t recall why I took it.

Pressed on up the hill and onto Woodborough Road to the Aldi store.

Got a large Yorkshire pudding, some nibbles… but forgot to get the milk.

7sun03Back and down Winchester Street Hill again.

The cloud formations looked beautiful from here.

The street on the left is where many years ago, the bakery was that supplied my shop with products, this brought back some happy and sad memories to mind.


Further down the hill, I crossed the road junction, where I had my Whoopsiedangleplop tumble last Sunday.

I had a look, but could not see any holes or lumps where I could have tripped over in the tarmac?

But I seemed to have managed to. Hehe!

Back to the flats, WRHD session, medications were taken and got the dinner cooking. I spent a lot longer preparing this one, which involved a lot more cleaning up afterwards.

7sun05But the result was worth it all for once. Not done too good recently with the fodderisationing.

Enjoyed this effort a lot. Cubed potatoes, chicken legs, delicious gravy, Crock- Pot carrots, leeks and mushrooms, swede all served in the Giant Yorkshire Pudding.

Mandarins in Orange jelly to follow.

Got the TV on and proceeded to nod-off, dream, wake, nod-off, dream wake… on and on for hours like this. Vaguely recall the dreams all being of something different, but what about?

Another call for a WRHD session. Made a drink and returned in my jammies to the £300 second-hand recliner and settled once again. I was off within seconds, this time for hours.

Sun 12/4/15 Inchcock: Worra Gloomy day…

Sunday 12th April 2015

0703aWoke up 0630hrs full of memories of the dreams I’d remembered and by the time I’d got missen on the porcelain in response to an urgent call to duty – I’d lost everything that I’d had in me memory of the dreams from 30 seconds earlier.

Gawd, it’s so annoying that! Tut!

Coughing and sneezing this morning, runny nose too.

Took a photo of the ominous looking sky as limped gently down the stairs to make me cuppa and a pot of porridge and take me medications for breakfast.

0702meatsWhen I took out the milk from the fridge I noticed the cooked meats I’d bought yesterday and just looking at the packs brought the flavour of them to me throat. Without doubt two of the most flavourful and tasty cooked meats on the market methinks.

The Sopocka is a delicate sweet flavoured low fat meat that goes so well in a salad.

0701weedThe Krakowska is summat to get your teeth into, mixed meats chewy and tasty too. Bit fatty here and there, but the taste stays with you all day after you’ve enjoyed eating this – the only drawback is the Reflux Valve isn’t too keen on me eating it, so I only eat it rarely nowadays.

Neither can be called cheap but they are so yummy!

Chinese cheese seaweed goes very nice with the Sopocka in a salad.

Back to me diary, got carried away there… sorry.

Laptop on and after rebooting due to Serif draw freezing I managed to get the header fininshed for yesterdays post and sent it off.

Started this diary and Coreldraw froze – I’m getting a bit down about this – surely someone can do something it can’t be beyond the realms of having expectations to want a laptop that Coreldraw9 and Serif Draw x6 can work properly on. I’m getting closer to the end, and taking more and more time to do me graphics – then have to limit what I do. Grrr!

Feeling a bit lonely now… no idea why, nowts changed. Funny that innit? Does this happen to you?

0703StAndSorting though me photographs and graphics in an effort to delete some to save storage space and came across this photograph that I took yeterday and forgot to put in the diary, of St Andrews Church on Mansfield Road.

I took it through the bus window as it travelled over the lights, kind of nice I thought?

Windy again this morning, the drafts coming under the door and up me legs and arms. Brrr!

I’ve used Google Photos storage in conjunction with Picasa – sometimes it rearranges the photos back in different folders – most annoying, but they are there and it’s a free service.

Osb01Found an old graphic here about out wonderful political leaders wot I dun ages ago – with the elections coming up I thought post it again. I’ve posted it on Facebook as well.

Thought of a funny idea about me Electionion Card, so I am about to open Coreldraw9 and see if I can doctor it.


LyndabutlerJill dressR

MerWWI’m back – spent a few hours doing graphics for me blog and Facebook – Graphic prog’s did not crash (Yet) but they came close.

When I got these finished I was weary and hungry so made missen a potatoe based nosh to nosh like, with BBW chicken wings.

IMG_0004Saute potatoes in extra virgin olive oil, microwave chips and some tiny BBQ chicken wings – oh I just said that didn’t I – Tut!)

Watched a New Tricks DVD – and nodded off for half an hour.

Doing some Facebooking now.

The wind’s still a-blowin’ outside.

Damnatiions! had two dizzies on the stairs – crickey they’re doubling up on me now! Hehehe…

Took me evening medications.

Must remember to fetch me medications in the morning.